[F] – Stressful weeks at my college.

It’s been a stressful weeks at my college. Lots of projects, lots of deadlines. Most of my pals are just having fun and don’t get stressed too much, but I know I must to study well to succeed in live. My strict parents taught me this. And I try my best not to disappoint them even if it means that I almost have no friends, and people around think that I’m a boring nerd.

But all my project are finished now. I should have feel release and go to party, but instead I sit in a lonely library and try to resist my urge. It’s this week in the middle of my period where I feel extremely vulnerable and now I feel growing of this tickle in my hips. I promised myself not to do this ever again, and yet I sit and feel like I’ll succumb to the temptation. At least, I’ve been very good this months and my body needs something. My fingers are shaking a little, my breathing gets slower.

[FM] An older guy showed me what sex really is

After a long time off Tinder, I got back in the game. Matched a 35 year old guy Saturday and Sunday we were having lunch and fooling around in a park, chatting and sharing a beer.

I’m a young woman, you know? Only 21 without much experience. I’ve fucked several people: man and woman, sometimes both at the same time. I even did it with two guys. Although I’ve had some partners and good sex, I always felt something was missing. I always felt my experiences were mild. And they fucking were.

Back to my date: after a lot of chat and a couple of beers we started to be a little kinkier. He was very tall, had enormous hands and feet and his tights and calfs were big and meaty.

I’m not sure of how this part of the story went, but I can tell you: we kissed and somehow I was sitting in his lap on the park’s grass, having my neck kissed and my body stroked. We performed a very sexy act on the park. What a hot, deep and slow kiss he had.

[MF][Cheating]Couldn’t Leave even if I tried.

It was a night after the gym, I was setting up to head down to see Beth, I have been doing this for a couple months now, every so often after my night shift, I hit the gym, then because its late and my wife fell asleep, I head over to Beth’s house, her fiancé works a night shift till 5 am.

I pull into the parking lot across the street from her place, so the guards of her apartment area don’t say anything. I run up to the door, I’m excited to see her, I knock, and she opens with booty shorts and a small tight tshirt, someone answers from the window over, its her son…

Me: whisper “I think your son is awake”

Beth: “shit”

She walks down the hall to his room, and calms him back to sleep, he cries a little bit, but nothing major, she’s really good with her kids. Closes his door, I’m already on her couch…

A little backstory on her, she was married before, and divorced, had 2 kids with the ex, and has dated while working ever since. She’s a great mom, treats her kids well, and makes sure they are number 1 before her.

The defiling of a Gorgon (GrimDark Erotica mfm – feedback!)

*Blood and bloody mission.*

He forced her head down to the ground as the snakes in her head flayed around, leaving oily traces down his legs. Unlike in the mythology, this serpentine haired creature had no special particularity except brute force. If you ignored the toothless snakes attached to its head, of course. He’d already lost two of his four underlings.

“Hold her down you dimwit!” *What wouldn’t he give for a pair of ropes right now.* “Use the fecking hair and bind her! What’re ya waiting for?” Poor excuse for hair if you ask anyone, but he was not in a judgmental mood. Several minutes and a whole lot of cursing later, the creature — or snake-haired human — was bonded tightly; double bonds on the legs and arms to be sure she didn’t pull any dirty tricks.

“The bitch sure had a lot of fight in her, eh boss?” Geralt said, excited as a little kid. Rand just could not be mean when he looked up at those disconcerting kind eyes, out of place on that gruesome face. He ignored him instead.

“My honest comrades,” he was pretty sure an honest thought ever passed on through those two ugly heads, but it never hurt to be polite.

Girlfriend [F]ulfilled one of [M]y fantasies of car sex (long)

It’s been awhile since my last story and honestly I’m not someone that is going to have a bunch of exciting sex. This however, was exciting sex.

If you read my last story Suzy is quite the girl. She loves to tease me at the wrong times knowing I won’t be able to get a release for a long time. She knows it turns me on and honestly, I think she gets off on it after I have to go.

This was one of those times. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving Suzy was over at my place on campus hanging out before my last class so we could leave straight for my parents afterwards.

About 30 minutes before my class starting Suzy starts getting horny and rolls over and starts grinding her ass on my dick while we watched Netflix. My dick instantly starts getting hard and we start making out. She starts rubbing my dick telling me it’s time for me to leave for class.

I’m so turned on that I’m as hard as a diamond. I know I could say fuck it and have alright quickie sex. Or I could turn the game around on her and make her wait too. I opt for the second option and go to class with a hard on and sex on the mind.

Postapocalyptic Passion [FF][Apocalyptic]

Miriam had always considered kissing other women or better yet having sex with them as really weird. Not really the ‘it’s unnatural’ angle, rather the ‘not my kind of tea’ one. It had taken a collapse of society, a civil war with even less people winning than a normal one and a year of living a life as a scavenger to change her opinion, but now it was thoroughly changed.

Maybe it had been coming to the realization that having sex with another woman was far less ‘having sex’ and far more ‘playing around, giggling and having a great time’. It was seeing who could keep a straight head for longer, finding the perfect spot to massage with her fingers and trying to get a moan to escape from the other’s lips.

In short it was a really fun experience, and this time was no different. The sunlight had started to disappear slowly and they were hunkered down on the penthouse floor of a once highly expensive apartment complex. That was the beautiful thing about the state of the world, just years ago both Miriam and Jenny would have been stopped at the front gate had they even bothered trying to get inside. These days? No one cared if they wanted to race each other to the very top, then get naked together and spend the night acting as if they owned the place.

Postapocalyptic Passion [FF][Apocalyptic]

Miriam had always considered kissing other women or better yet having sex with them as really weird. Not really the ‘it’s unnatural’ angle, rather the ‘not my kind of tea’ one. It had taken a collapse of society, a civil war with even less people winning than a normal one and a year of living a life as a scavenger to change her opinion, but now it was thoroughly changed.

Maybe it had been coming to the realization that having sex with another woman was far less ‘having sex’ and far more ‘playing around, giggling and having a great time’. It was seeing who could keep a straight head for longer, finding the perfect spot to massage with her fingers and trying to get a moan to escape from the other’s lips.

In short it was a really fun experience, and this time was no different. The sunlight had started to disappear slowly and they were hunkered down on the penthouse floor of a once highly expensive apartment complex. That was the beautiful thing about the state of the world, just years ago both Miriam and Jenny would have been stopped at the front gate had they even bothered trying to get inside. These days? No one cared if they wanted to race each other to the very top, then get naked together and spend the night acting as if they owned the place.

Bf sent me to a swinger party and I didn´t know it [FM] [group, swinger] [long]

Esteemed Ladies and Gentlemen! I´ve got another story to share and I hope you will enjoy!

For fluency reasons I didn´t write it out every time, but we used tons of condoms during that night.

Some weeks ago my boyfriend told me about a surprise he had planned for me. I didn´t expect anything about it. I thought we would maybe go to the theater or somewhere nice together. Although I tried to talk him into fluffing, he didn´t. He only told me to dress up nicely. That was nothing out of the ordinary as we often go to theaters and events where a nice dress code is expected.

I couldn´t really put the finger on it, but somehow I got very nervous about it all. Maybe because my boyfriend was nervous as well. He was dancing around me all week, trying to escape my questions.

When the day finally arrived I even went to the hairdresser to get some pretty locks into my fairly straight black hair. I shaved completely, painted my long fingernails and toenails in a dark seducing red – making myself looking hot and enticing for my love. I dressed up in an elegant black dress, which brought out my curves delicately and showed some very nice cleavage. Black high heels came with nude lace stockings.

[M][M] How did Paul Krugman get so bad?

Krugman was sitting behind his desk. He felt the tears well up in his eyes . After their last adventure, Krugman found out just exactly how cruel people could be. How nasty and inconsiderate real humans actually were. Krugman stared at a picture of a polar bear. A magnificent beast who would not hesitate to kill him but at least it would be quick. Not a overlong conspiracy of many years, just to be unleashed on him when he was at his weakest and darkest moment. When he needed his friends the most.

But there had been one tiny ray of light in this whole . Krugman remembered fondly the day he discovered it. It was a tuesday morning he rememberanced. The memories surfaced before his mind’s eye and took the most wonderful shapes. Before Krugman well knew it, a single tear welled up in his eyes and trickled down his cheek.
Because even when all his ‘friends’ betrayed him, there was one consistant factor in his life: John Cochrane.

And Krugman knew that the rising aspirations between them could never become true, the feelings Krugman had for John Cochrane were the only thing in this world that still felt true to him. No lies, just that single, pure sense and feeling for John Cochrane.Their relationship would probably only ever be physical.

Friends With Benefits: A is for Anal [MF] (Part 1)

This happened to me when I was a sophomore in college.

I met Amy in my English Literature class. She was a cute girl, 5’6”, 135lbs, large brown doe eyes, a perky set of 36Cs, and a perfect round ass. Her short, bobbed haircut was dyed dark red which accentuated her slender neck. She’d often sit next to me in class, her ass occasionally brushing my arm as she maneuvered in between the desks to sit down next to me. She’d spent half the class leaning over to copy my notes, not that she could actually read my shitty handwriting.

Amy was from a small town in middle of nowhere North Carolina, a country girl that liked to ride horses. That explained her amazing ass and thighs. She’s way out my league, and I could never quite screw up the courage to ask her out. I was stuck in the “I’ll let you copy my notes in class friend zone” or so I thought…