Tag: Straight

Cuckold Conspiracy [All Characters 18+][No incest]

Part 1

Tomorrow I was graduating from high school, and had just had my birthday last month. I couldn’t wait to get to college. I had gotten nowhere with the girls here, but in college that would all change. I still wanted to tell my crush how I felt, though. Alicia was a sexy Latina with a slim, toned cheerleader’s body with a nice butt. Her eyes were gorgeous and it was hard not to stare at her every time we had class. I had written a note for her that I’d slip to her during our graduation ceremony. It just said how I felt about her and how I wished I could’ve told her earlier, but was still happy to have met her. As I finished looking over the note for the last time, I thought of the bikini photo of her I had saved in a dedicated folder, and I opened it. Read more »

GF and her friend got fucked by a BBC [MFF]

Gonna be a long story, every word is 100% true and got us into the lifestyle.

Gf and I went through a rocky part of our relationship in the first year. She ended up going to a party and our boss at work convinced her to fuck a black guy (who we also worked with). She was drinking and was really sorry about it. It almost ruined the relationship but I forgave her and over the years it became a secret turn-on of mine. She later told me how the guy took her to the back of his van and fucked her doggystyle for an hour straight and had the biggest dick she’d ever seen even in pictures. Dude was built with dreads and he was a really cool guy honestly. It’s been 10 years and I still think of that night and jerk off about it. Read more »

The most embarrassing thing I did in college [MFF]

Hi all. I’m new at this story-writing thing, so we’ll see how this goes. This is a story about one of the craziest things I did in college with my girlfriend at the time. If it matters, I would describe myself as generally very average looking, a bit on the tall and thin side. This was towards the end of my college years, so I was maybe twenty-two.

My girlfriend and I weren’t in a very serious relationship. Admittedly, it was getting to the point where I was spending a few nights a week in her bed, but we were both pretty laissez-faire and had few expectations. Kate, let’s call her, was typically shy. I liked her smile and the way she blushed when she talked about sex. She wasn’t a prude, but she seemed insecure about showing off her body in public, and she would always demur when things got too personal. Read more »

The Activewear Tease – Part 1[f/M][NC][Bondage][Humiliation]

The Activewear Tease – Part 1: Home Alone

It was a warm Wednesday morning, and Emily was home alone. The young eighteen-year-old was going to spend the day playing video games in her apartment, but Brian had other plans for her…

God…She looked so good in her slutty little active wear she loved to wear, Brian though, to show off her body to tease not only Brian but every other guy she came across. Today she was dressed in her dark gray matching sports bra and leggings with little black slip-ons

Brian slides the back door open and enters the house with ease. Emily too distracted playing her video game with her headphones on, she fails to see the intruder move into her house.

“Ohmygod! W-who are you!? How did you get in here! Get out before I call the cops creep!” Emily exclaims, jumping out of her chair, glaring angrily at the intruder in her house. Her heart racing. Brian just stares at the girl, looking her up and down, her little black slip-on shoes, her grey leggings, and black sports bra. Read more »

THE PEDICURE – Anal/foot fetish/

Maybe my first post was a bit too hoodish. Try this one on for size.

Vincent Chambers walked into the Artesia Nail Salon and smiled.  The shop wasn’t too far from his apartment off of Duke Street in Alexandria, Virginia.  It was his first time in the shop since his ex-girlfriend Donica drug him in there six months ago.  She was getting her nails and feet done and wanted his company.  Vincent could think of other things he’d rather be doing besides watching Danica get her nails done but he played the role and hung out.

He was bored stiff that day and vowed never to come back but today, he was here and excited.  He was trying to move on from Danica and he wasn’t doing too well.  It was a bad break-up and came from nowhere.  She told him that he didn’t appreciate her enough and didn’t take care of her so she left.  Vincent thought he was a good boyfriend and didn’t understand why she never voiced her concerns to him.  But it didn’t matter.  She left and wasn’t coming back.  No amount of pleading and saying he would change would help. Read more »

Once upon a time, there was a colleague I, 37 [F], didn’t get along with, but then he 40 [M] locked the door…

Once upon a time, there was a colleague I, 37 [F], didn’t get along with, but then he 40 [M] locked the door…

I was 25 at the time, hungry, getting established after university. I’d decided I was going to stay “heads down”, focus on work, and was steadily rising through the ranks.

Mark was introduced during a team meeting. He was probably one of the better dressed in our office. He was confident, amusing, a bit laissez-faire, but you could tell how he spoke, that he was intelligent, sharp. Not much escaped his notice.

Honestly though, I didn’t think much of him from that meeting one way or the other. (My mind wandered…he had a great body…what was he like in bed, I wonder…oops!) I took a deep breath after the meeting, shook those thoughts away, and just hoped he turned out to be competent, and that we’d work well together.

As time went by, I saw and heard more of him. Some of our projects ran in parallel, so I got to see him work.

He was engaging, and could pull enthusiasm out of people.

He knew what he was doing. Read more »

[M]y [F]avorite Realtor part 3

We officially moved into our new house the first week of October 2020. The house was a fixer-upper, so we spent the first week painting, doing new flooring, getting rid of the 22 mice living in the walls, and disposing of the trash the previous owners left us. Luckily, our favorite realtor, Kayli, was there every step of the way, even after we had signed the paperwork and received the keys. Hell, at one point she came to check on my wife, and ended up picking up and throwing out a trap full of mice because my wife didn’t want to and I was stuck at work. Best. Realtor. Ever.

We were texting each other almost every day, either about the house, or just things we wanted to do to each other. She had returned to sending me personal Snapchats, showing more skin, but never anything nude, just enough to tease me.

A few weeks after moving in, I was at the house by myself on a Saturday, doing some small projects when I received a text from Kayli.

K: “Hey, just texted your wife about dropping some stuff off that she wanted and she told me that she’s gone but that you’re home. You too busy for me to stop by?” Read more »

The couple that always said ‘yes’. Slice of life, romance. [MF]

Marisol nestled into the crook of Ken’s arm as they settled into a post-sex cuddle. The warm, 6pm summer sun streamed into their dorm room at an oblique angle, painting every surface with gold.

She should have been happy. She loved Ken, and Ken loved her, and the sex was great, and they were both care-free souls enjoying freshman year of college…but something was wrong. Instead of feeling happy, Marisol felt a melancholy wave run over her entire body, quenching any joy she should be feeling at this moment.

And she didn’t know why.

She tried to identify the feeling. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t longing. It was…nostalgia. Nostalgia for what? Everything in her life was perfect! And then it hit her:

_her relationship with Ken would end_

Of course it would. How many people married their freshman year boyfriend? Nobody. People grew, or drifted apart, or got bored, or _something_. They all broke up, eventually.

And that was terrible. Because Ken was actually her dream. He was handsome and sweet and smart and nerdy and bad and rough and gentle and she was over the moon for him. Read more »

The wildest teacher [F] I’ve met [M] part 2

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the sofa and quickly undone my belt and pulled my underwear to the floor, as my rock hard cock was straight in her eye line.

She immediately grabbed it and started to work it with her hand as she lightly started to lick the tip with her tongue, as she began to take more and more into her mouth. She kept going, stroking my cock as it was in her mouth taking about half in her mouth.

She then placed her hands on my thighs and stated to take more and more in her mouth until she was about 3/4 down my cock, as she pulled it out and dropped some spit onto my cock and stroked me as it covered all over, she then went back to taking it in her mouth, I placed my hand on the side of her head gently pushing her down more seeing how she reacted, she didn’t flinch as she very slightly started to gag but not enough to stop. Read more »

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 308-310) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 308: A Reward For Victory

“She actually did it…” Olivia muttered quetly.

Beatrice looked at her ninja friend and saw that rather than being amazed or happy for the unlikely survivor, Olivia was frustrated. The clenched fists, the subtle frown. *No wonder,* Beatrice thought. *For someone so preoccupied with power, that was probably like looking at somebody she wished to be. Fighting against the odds and perceivering.* *Would she be able to claw out a victory in the same situation?*

John, the skeletal shirtless masked man, walked over to the sharkkin to check on Number Forty’s last opponent’s condition. After kneeling over and checking for vitals, he looked up to the announcer’s platform where the hairball was supposed to be. Just as the whispers and speculation among the spectators started to overshadow the elation of the concluded bloodbath, the small ball of hair appeared, wearing her mask like always. Read more »