A pet diary – Pet in the wild [f32][M38][HUML][Sub] – Part 1

The sun heated my bald head as I walked into the hotel.

The first day of my new life was ahead of me, and with it, an overwhelming number of decisions that I had to make. For the last ten months, everything had been decided for me, every minute of every day. Now, I had a lot of ideas to try and goals to achieve.

I checked into the hotel that Master Nene had reserved for me. I would still be in contact with him, he was still my master, and I was still his pet. He would give me assignments and challenges, and I would get them done.

I learned many things over the last year, for example, the value of discipline and order, so the first thing I did when I got to my room was an inventory. What did I have? What did I need? What is more urgent? These were all important questions I had to answer in order to start my new life with a solid foundation.

The first question was easy. Before I moved into The Pod, I sold my house and invested my money. That money and the few clothes I had on me were the totality of my belongings.

Cheating with my New Neighbor’s Daughter | 27: Chloe’s Father [male pov][older man][younger woman][age difference][neighbors daughter][cheating][drama][series][slow build][male solo][SFW][no sex]

**27: Chloe’s Father**

***|Tuesday, Charlotte goes home***

“Hey, uh, about last night,” I mumbled while I stood beside Hazel in the kitchen.

Hazel drank a glass of water before turning to face me and say, “Last night?”

I furrowed my brows in confusion—is she trying to bait me to say it or does she really have no idea what I was talking about.

“No, yeah, I mean. Yeah, never mind,” I muttered letting out a nervous chuckle.

She stared at me for a second and then smiled with her lips almost in a straight line before saying, “I’ll get the kids for breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, thanks. I, uh, I’ll get the food ready,” I spoke wondering why she’s acting like nothing happened.

Good thing she’d be working half day today and it’s the last time I’d see her—I hope. I skipped work today since I’d be picking up Charlotte before lunch.

“Hazel,” I called to her as she began walking away then continued, “I think I’ll take the kids to the airport. You can go home after breakfast and pay you full for the day.”

Dear Diary… [F21/M48]

Dear diary,

I woke up this morning at 5 a.m. as usual. I put the dogs out, relieved myself, washed my hands, then made his coffee. Three scoops, purified water not the distilled. I took out the dinner that I had made last night and packaged some leftovers. He really loves my casseroles. I put them in his lunch bag, along with a note. It reads:

“To my love, I hope your day goes well. I will be waiting when you get home.”

I put the bag back in the fridge and let the dogs in. I went to his closet, grabbed the ironing board, and set it up. I grab the iron and the spray bottle and set them on the board. I plug in the iron. I reach into his closet and I take out his suit. Dry cleaned. But his shirt is a little wrinkled. I lay it on the board and take the iron to it. And just a few moments later, his shirt is crisp and white. I hang them all up, and wait for the clock to change.

My ex was messaging other girls. So I fucked his friend. [22] [F] was 19 at the time.

So 3 years ago I had this bf, I was on his phone and saw that he had been messaging absolute filth to other girls about how we was going to fuck them etc etc.

Absolutely livid I stormed out of his house, but as I didn’t drive at this point I needed a lift home.

So I called his friend, I didn’t immediately think yes I’m going to fuck him to get back at you, you slime. His friend often gave me lifts and this seemed like the most convenient thing to do.

He was absolutely gorgeous, chizzled jaw line, big arms and a bit of a bad boy attitude and we always got along really well.

He came and got me, we went to McDonald’s, through the drive thru and then parked up in the car park.

I was moaning about what had happened, he looked like he was caught between a rock and a hard place because of course this was a good friend of his that I was absolutely slating.

[MF] Finally gave into my neighbor’s advances. NSFW

Just across the street lives this friendly couple. My wife and I have BBQ’s with them, and we get invited to their pool parties often. We really enjoy getting together, and the party carries on well into the night. Jess (the neighbor girl) and I tend to have a lot more energy and end up staying up way later than her husband and my wife. It’s always silly, fun, and then she gets really drunk and really flirty. Jess is tall, chubby, with a very attractive face and probably dd or ddd tits. Beautiful insanely long black hair down to her surprisingly small ass. Just like most nights, she put her hands on my inner thigh while I was sitting next to her by the fire, telling some dumb loud drunk story. Usually I just let it be, but this time I put my hand on top of hers. I stopped my stupid story and made unblinking eye contact… We smiled, and then she carried on talking about a different story and moved her hand. I was instantly hard for whatever reason. Usually I take a lot longer to get hard. So I returned the hand on the inner thigh behavior, slowly sliding it up her leg while she spoke. Her words got a bit choked up, and she gasped once I got within an inch of her pussy. She kept trying to tell her tale while I moved closer, and put my hand around the front of her neck. She had told me prior that she really liked being choked and that her husband never did it. That’s when she got really quiet. Her hands moved straight to my package. She rubbed my super hard cock through my jeans and moved in for a kiss. I placed my other hand on the back of her head and kissed her deeply. We both suddenly retracted, acting like that hadn’t just happened. We kept on with the conversation as though we hadn’t just betrayed our wedding vows.

Sucking dick for the first time. A heartbroken drunken blowjob of empowerment [F19/M19] [blowjob][college]

_I hope I do this right_ thought Diana. She was nervous…excited yes, but the nerves of the whole situation had her heart racing and her mind unable to concentrate. _You’ve thought about this a million times. It can’t be that hard._

She looked up at the frat boy. Was his name Kyle? He sat in an armchair his dingy dorm room and leaned back. He looked down at Diana with a giant smile. The kind of smile born out of two things: a bit too much Jaegermeister, and knowing that he was about to get his dicked sucked.

Diana hesitated. She didn’t _have_ to do this. She _wanted_ to, right? Yes. She wanted to. She really wanted to. She wanted to give her first blowjob.

She smiled up at him. _Ok, time to see it_. She pulled his khaki shorts down, getting no help from him. He wasn’t saying anything. Just looking down at her. His cock sprang up. It was…a touch bigger than the two other dicks Diana had seen and touched and grabbed. But manageable.

Girl Inches [my sister’s man]

My sister Dani is almost 3 years older than me. We bonded more closely than any of my other siblings in part because of our closeness in age, our physical size, and our looks. ( plus she’s my bad ass big sister) She has short brown hair like me and much bigger curves. Let me explain…

At this time in our lives I was 24 and Dani was 27. I weighed 125 lbs where she was closer to 140lbs. My cup size was a full C or small D and she was an F!! There was nothing small about her except her height at 5′ 2″ tall. She was short, curvy and in fantastic shape. All of that with a huge personality to match.

I had been struggling in my marriage and Dani was the person I always called. She had been in a wonderful relationship with Juan for 6 years then and I desperately wanted what she had. We talked about everything from better communication, date nights, and our love languages. These talks were deeply personal and included the size of Mike’s penis. ( see my wedding night) Dani knew Mike was consistently to big for me but that was only was part of our marital issues. Years earlier she had offered advice on how to make his size more enjoyable and a better fit. Dani volunteered that she too had struggled with Juan’s size but now she couldn’t get enough. When I inquired further she said he was longer than her hand at nearly 8″. Looking down at my own hand I knew that she understood what I meant.

Trespassing Track Star [cNC][Nonconsensual][Bond][Gang][Humiliation][f19/MMM35+]

A repost because my original post got taken down for non-stated ages, so I hope I fixed that by including the ages in the title. Also added a nonconsensual tag because SPOILER the consent part kind of comes at the end as a twist. But for an added measure, every character involved in this story is above the age of 18.

Hope you enjoy the story.

When Sarah had told her friends and family that she was planning on taking a solo trip out into the wilderness in order to focus on training for cross country and to “clear her head”, they all told the university sophomore girl that she was crazy. Most didn’t believe she was going to go through with it. Most were shocked when she told them that she would be unavailable for a week in the middle of Summer.

Sarah didn’t tell anyone that she had booked a remote cabin in Monongahela National Forest. Sarah had just gotten out of a long relationship and as a sophomore runner on the West Virginia University’s cross-country team, she only wanted to focus on getting faster. She was the second fastest runner on the team. She wanted to be the fastest.

Seducing the rich MILF [MF]

This story took place a couple years ago, right around when COVID hit. I was in my early 20s and decided to stop at a bar late at night on my own. After knocking down a few beers I begin to scan the room for any potential hook ups.
The bar was small with not much to work with but I did land eyes on a group of women. I use the term women because they all seemed more mature in age then myself. I make eye contact with one of them of whom smiles after a few seconds. My cue to go in.
I walk up to her and introduce myself & of which she responds with her name, Lea. Lea is 5’4”, blonde hair, decent ass, but what caught my eyes were her massive fake tits. After our greetings Lisa asks why I was staring at her so hard. Feeling courageous after the drinks I tell her “I was staring at you because you caught my eye and I think you are gorgeous” She blushes and we continue to make bar talk. Last call arrives & I ask her if she had plans for after, she looks at me with a confused face & responds “is that how things work nowadays? What do you mean if I have plans after, it’s 2AM.” Feeling the beer again I straight up tell her “yes, that is how things work. I’m trying to give you a good fucking tonight” trust me I know it was strong…
She burst out laughing and screams over to her friends “Ladies this is David (my name) and he said he wants to fuck me tonight” Her group of friends cheer.
Well we all begin to make our way out the door when one of her friends comes up to us & tells Lea in front of me “Lea, you can’t take him home, your husband is sleeping the night there”.
Jaw drop… this is where I learned that Lea is going through a divorce and her husband is due to move out tomorrow.
We exchange number & begin to text though out the week. I come to find out that she is divorcing because the husband stopped caring & were only together because of family.

The first time I (38M) received a “happy ending” at an Asian massage parlor [MF]

So for about a year or so, I’ve been going to massage parlors to get my back massaged. I sit at a desk all day (probably like many of you) and my back hurts as a result.

There are 2 or 3 places that I usually go to, depending on who has openings. I never know when my back will hurt or when I will be free, so it’s often spur of the moment. On this particular day, none of my usual spots had openings, so I tried a different place. I read the reviews and most were positive although one stood out and lead me to believe it may be “one of those places.” I prefer “Asian” parlors because the massages are typically much deeper and work better for my back. I don’t know if it’s a cultural things or a training thing, but most of the popular “spas” don’t help my back.

When I arrive, it looks like most other “Asian” massage parlors from the front; in a strip mall, flashing open sign and posters in the window. I go though the door and then there is a second door with a door bell. This is sign # 2 that this place is different. I ring the door and am lead into a room. It’s nice inside and the lady is nice. She’s probably 45-50, 5’8 with long black hair; fit but not thin.