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Fixing the grade [FM] NSFW

The dark hall of the professor’s office echo with your the sound of your shoes hitting the hardwood floor.maybe Maybe the final was too much for you, but you will not be denied. Today is the day that you break out your secret weapon. With a new found confidence added to your stroll, you walk over to his desk and with a smirk show him the situation he is faced with.

You mean over his desk every so slightly as you discuss your final grade. You fingers lead his eyes to the paper, but your low cut shirt leads his eyes to a higher spot. Your smirk widens to a small grin as you catch his eyes moving from you to the paper. With expert timing you flick on strap of your shirt off its shoulder. Your left breast every so slightly peaks out of your shirt as you continue the conversation. You ramble on for a minute until he spots it. Without words he reaches up to you and fixes it. Seduction will not work. Read more »

A Job Interview With A Twist [FF]

I don’t remember much of the interview, only that I wasn’t at my best. I’d gotten sick a few days before, but – with matching gaps in our respective schedules hard to come by, tickets scheduled and a hotel booked on my behalf – I decided to fly to New York anyway.

It was one of those times where you don’t realize how okay you’re not until somebody else notices.

“You really don’t look good,” was the first thing Stephanie ever said to me. She was waiting for me in the lobby of the hotel, blonde and thin and pretty, younger than I’d expected but cutting a severe figure in a dark business suit, her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

“I’m surviving,” I said.

Which was true. I felt like garbage and I was sweating despite the frigid temperature outside, but I’d made it through five hours on a plane and forty-five minutes in New York traffic. I could manage an interview. Read more »

Raising the bar

Strip clubs are seedy dives, places where the stage is behind the bar, the customers are only allowed to look, and everyone seems a bit sad. My buddy Dave is a stripper connoisseur, and drags me along once in a while. I don’t have extra spending money, and I’m not enthused to pay too much for my drinks. Particularly in a bar where the women are off limits. It all feels like a tease, harder to get drunk, and impossible to get laid.

We are just out of college, on one of the ill-advised road trips that will turn into stories decades later. Dave has a strip club stop all planned out. I’m not excited, and angry Mike, the other guy on this trip, wants no part of it. Mike and Dave argue, it gets heated, and Mike stays in the hotel bar while Dave takes me on “an adventure.”

Our road trip has taken us out of state, and the clubs are different than Dave’s usual dens of syphilis and depression. The girls here are scorching hot, and they dance right in front of you. They drape a leg over your shoulder while you slip a bill in their garter or their waistband, and the over-muscled bouncer doesn’t bat an eye. Read more »

Summer of ’92! [MF]

Hi. I’m Ria, a 43 year old events co-ordinator, of Indian descent, but born in Johannesburg South Africa. I am 1.65m tall, black shoulder length hair and rather large boobs (36C twins).

I was very much a quiet child, who grew up into a rather gawky teenager. I didn’t quite mix well with kids my age (being an only child), and rather preferred to be holed up in my room, reading or exploring my body or going to gym. All that changed, rather drastically, one summer evening…

I had just turned 18, and had written my final exams at school. My Mom’s friend was in town, and my mom invited her and her new hubby (think this must be her 3rd) to our place for a braai (read BBQ). I must admit, I wasn’t really ecstatic about attending this little get together. Aunt Gabby was quite airy-fairy, with a high pitched cackle. I just felt that she lacked substance, but she and Mom had been good friends for a long time, so I guess I just had to grin and bear her presence. She wasn’t a “bad” person, just an annoying one. I didn’t know much about her new husband, other than his name was Shawn and he owned some media company in Cape Town. Read more »

Bar Two [FM]

Strip clubs are seedy dives, places where the stage is behind the bar, the customers are only allowed to look, and everyone seems a bit sad. My buddy Dave is a stripper connoisseur, and he drags me along once in a while. I don’t have extra spending money, and I’m not enthused to pay too much for my drinks. Particularly in a bar where the women are off limits. It all feels like a tease, harder to get drunk, and impossible to get laid.

We are just out of college, on one of the ill-advised road trips that will turn into stories decades later. Dave has a strip club stop all planned out. I’m not excited, and angry Mike, the other guy on this trip, wants no part of it. Mike and Dave argue, it gets heated, and Mike stays in the hotel bar while Dave takes me on “an adventure.”

Our road trip has taken us out of state, and the clubs are different than Dave’s usual dens of syphilis and depression. The girls here are scorching hot, and they dance right in front of you. They drape a leg over your shoulder while you slip a bill in their garter or their waistband, and the over-muscled bouncer doesn’t bat an eye. Read more »

[MF][CNC] Becareful what you wish for.

Author’s Note: This story contains a depiction of violent consensual nonconsent play. Rest assured, prior negotiation occurred in advance, that’s not mentioned in the story.

 

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It was late last summer and I was sitting in front of a TV, at the end of the bed, in the room of the motel she had reserved for us. It was the kind of motel were all the rooms had a door that led outside. A no name hotel right off the freeway. She had been drawn to me, by the stories I had written and was eager to find out if I measured up to the bold characters in my stories or if I was all talk with no bite. She was an attractive 30 something year old housewife, trapped in a sexless marriage, chained to a man by her children, that she loved more than her own life.

 

Her desires were deep and her wishes were clear. She wanted a rough one time affair. She wanted to feel volatiled and used. Her only request were that I not bruise her too severely that she couldn’t conceal them until they healed and I was never to let her see my face. Read more »

The Descent Part 1 (Gay Prison Rape)

There was a time that I resembled something like a man, but that was many long years ago. It started when I let my lust get the best of me. One night, in bed, drunk and horny as hell, I told my fiance, Krissy, about my fetish for cuckolding. We were engaged to be married, I felt like I could trust her to be understanding, I was dead wrong. Turns out that, most women, before getting married to the man that is supposed to protect her, they don’t want to find out that man has fantasies of seeing her ravaged by strangers. So she broke it off, kicked me out of the apartment, and proceeded to explain to all our friends and family the exact reason why we were no longer together. We lived in the deep south of north Florida, both our families were the definition of bible thumpin’ southern baptists, so unsurprisingly, I was quickly excommunicated. Nowhere to go, I stayed at a cheap motel for a few days. Deeply depressed, embarrassed, shamed and alone, I began binge drinking. Three quarters of a bottle of Jim Beam later, I was on the road, heading north. I was gonna get the hell out of this shit hole full of country hicks. I was gonna find a big city up north, Chicago, New York maybe, somewhere full of reasonable people, no more ignorant red necks and snobby southern belles. A fresh start. I was finally going to be free. Then, bang. Read more »

Valentine’s Day is for lust [FM]

I suppose Valentine’s Day is supposed to be for couples and love, but when you’re single it’s convincing your FWB to ram your ass hard in the back of his car.

It only took two dirty snaps of my ass in a dress to have him racing to pick me up at night. Normally we would ride around in his car for a bit before the fun started, but tonight he drove straight to our favorite quiet park.

I tease him a bit for being so excited, at this point he’s so hot and bothered he could careless and the second his car was in park his hands were reaching for me.

I look in the back of his car and see a scattered assortment of junk lining the seats. I use this opportunity to give him a show. I put my knees on the seat and lean over the center console to clean his back seat. I can feel my short, tight dress riding up and my ass being exposed.

I hear him groan “fuck…” as his hands latch straight to my ass and he’s kissing and lightly biting the side of my right cheek. Read more »