Tag: Straight

[MF][MF] When two FWBs visit you on the same night

Dear gentlemen, or as today’s custom suggests I refer to you, dear fellow penised humans. I’m going to tell you the one key trick to turning a good date into (hopefully) good sex. You’ve no doubt heard the same claim before. It’s not having “big dick energy,” or being able to do magic tricks to seal the deal, or flashing cash, or, Azathoth forbid, negging. There’s no magic code or ritual involved, but you will have to put in some effort into this one critical thing and maintain it. Are you ready to know what it is? Having a clean home.

No, seriously, that’s it. You will not believe the smile on your partner’s face when you bring them into a tidy, organized, well-maintained apartment or house, especially if it’s spur of the moment, and they realize that yes, it really is always like this. In fact, once upon a time, a woman who didn’t want a date to end followed me home (by my consent, I did not try to lose her by driving randomly through roundabouts to lose her, don’t worry), she almost immediately remarked how nice and clean it was, pushed me down on my couch, threw off her shirt and bra, and proceeded to pull down my pants to orally pleasure me for an hour. Read more »

I Broke Both Arms and A Nurse Helped Me Out [M25/F25]

I’m a very cautious person. Learned how to ride my bike late, always wore a helmet, was never aggressive in sports, etc. But when I turned 25 it was like I hit a second puberty. All of a sudden I wasn’t as fearful.

Maybe it was because I’d been taking better care of my body. I noticed I had more confidence than when I was a kid, always jealous of those to whom machismo came naturally. Lately, I’ve been lifting weights, running, climbing, and mountain biking. Still with a helmet, of course.

Well, my reckless mood caught up to me one afternoon when I flew over the handlebars of my bike and tried to brace myself with my arms. Both are now broken. The bike suffered no damage. Lucky bitch.

It’s been 8 weeks and I’m finally getting use of my hands back, so I needed to type out this story, even though it’s taking me forever to write. Read more »

My gf, Amy, sets up a threesome with our hot lab partner (FFM 21) part 1

We had to leave Amy’s vacation house and head back to school. Amy, Mary, Sarah and I took a flight back to our school. Josie had to get on a separate flight back to her school. Once we were back at school, we didn’t hang out that much as a group for about a week, because we had to catch up on school. Amy and I slept together of course, but we only saw Mary and Sarah a couple of times that week, just for a quick meal or something.

Amy and I were still lab partners and still in most of the same classes, so we saw each other all the time. Normally, Amy and I were lab partners with just the two of us, but this week our professor asked us to take a third person. She was this Korean girl named, Hyun. Her normal lab partner was not there.

Hyun was irritated. She told the professor she did not need a partner, but he made her go to our group. As I mentioned early in this series, all of the biology majors at our small college were trying to go to med school, except Amy and me. We just liked biology. Hyun was one of the pre-med group and they were a bunch of cutthroats. They would stab anyone in the back for a higher grade. She did not want us dragging her down. Read more »

[MF] A queer girl falls in love with her childhood best friend … fulfilling his fantasy of me as a cat girl wearing thigh high socks, collar, skirt, cat ears heels and a tailplug [Long Story, kinda cringey]

Hello everyone. Allie and A here again. I guess this is now a series or journal of sorts detailing our relationship as we move from childhood platonic best friends to lovers. Anyways, this is the story of how I fulfilled A’s age long fantasy of me, Allie, being a stray alley cat.

Also…not a furry. Ramble ramble ramble. Long story as usual.

Backstory of my nickname:

A and I grew up on the same street, his house was just a little bit past mine across the street. I’ve known him for my entire life. I honestly cannot recall a time in our life where he wasn’t around in my formative life. We got up to a lot of crazy disastrous adventures while we were growing up. Read more »

How I started my first “sex dungeon” PT 2 [MF]

Once I got her inside I shut the doors, lit the candles and told her she could take the shirt off.

I don’t know exactly how to explain the look in her eyes but, it was definitely a mix of cautious intrigue and pure amusement. “Only working out and games with the guys huh!?” All I could do was laugh and shrug. She asked a few random questions and while I am very much usually the attentive one, my cock was about to burst out of my pajama pants. Her eyes darted to my bulge, then off to the tequila. Maybe it was just shared brainwaves from years of chemistry, but we both knew there was nothing left to talk about. We took two shots each and the making out started again. Read more »

Herminoe and Ron in the Library [M/F, fanfiction]

It was another late night in the library for Hermione. She was sitting alone at a long table near the back of the library. The library was completely empty at this time of night, but even if it wasn’t, the other students by this point knew to leave her alone while she studied, having almost bit off the head of the few who had dared interrupt her while she was preparing for her exams.

She only had another four weeks until exams and she was completely unprepared, or at least that’s how she felt. As much as Harry and Ron were her best friends, she just didn’t understand how they could be so blasé about sitting for a test that would determine what they would do for the rest of their lives. It was like they didn’t even care.

It was late and she was tired, and despite her commitment to knowing the material better than her professors, her mind was beginning to wander. It was only a week or so ago when Ron ingested that elven mead in Professor Slughorn’s office and ended up in the infirmary, and the memory of Ron mumbling out her name and squeezing her hand still rang a deep cord of desire within her. Every time she thought about Ron, she felt flush, her hand felt warm where he had squeezed, and heat rushed down to her panties. She kept distracting herself thinking about Ron’s body against hers and what he might do to her. Read more »

Movie Theater Fingering [MF]

The movie theaters have just opened up again after the first wave of the COVID-19 pandemic, and I have a movie date with a lovely, young MILF. (I’ll be honest, I have no idea which movie we watched, as I was far more interested in my company than the screen.) We arrive at the theater with time to gather snacks, and time for me to admire the way Sarah’s blue jean booty shorts hug her ass and leave little to the imagination. I buy us a large bucket of popcorn to share, and we take our seats in the nearly-deserted theater, high in the back rows. I pretend to pay attention to the movie for a while, but it’s clear I’m not the only one having trouble focusing when I feel a soft touch caress my knee. I return the favor, and Sarah and I begin to run our hands up each other’s thighs while staring straight ahead at the movie screen. As we’re in a public place, and despite having been sexting each other for a while, we haven’t yet done anything sexual in the physical world, so it’s a slow progression of testing each other’s desires. My hand moves up her leg, slowly migrating to her inner thigh. In parallel, her hand caresses me and glides up my thigh, stopping just shy of my now very erect shaft. It’s I who makes first contact, and Sarah rewards me by spreading her knees apart and pushing her hips up against my hand. I’ve just grazed Sarah’s fly, but I know I’m on the right track. I begin to rub circles around her clit, and I’m met with more grinding against my hand. I rub and rub as Sarah is unable to suppress her moans; quiet, breathy noises escape her lips. Suddenly, a lull in the movie stops us in our tracks. I hear a couple in the far back row shift in their seats and I’m reminded of just how public and exposed we are. Of course, this secretly excites me more, but as I don’t wish to be kicked out, we pause our fun. Read more »

Amber’s Initiation – Part 1 [All female] [Oral] [Sorority] [Hazing]

“There is only one rule: You do as we say.”

Amber felt her cheeks flush as the tall blonde turned to look at her again. She felt vulnerable, exposed, unsure of what the next few days would bring. Up until now she hadn’t been particularly concerned; she had heard the rumours, of course, but she was determined to join Alpha Kappa Alpha. Now that it was time, however, she felt a expectant tingle somewhere in her lower abdomen.

“Is that understood, pledge?” Brittany asked sharply.

Fuck. Had she been supposed to respond? Amber cleared her throat and nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s Mistress Ma’am to you,” Brittany snapped, and the other girls giggled.

“Yes, Mistress,” Amber replied, biting her lip.

She felt Brittany’s gaze on her like a burning sensation in her skin. The blonde looked her up and down, her face unrelenting, as if she had yet to decide what she would demand of her pledge. Brittany was beautiful, in a menacing kind of way. Light blonde locks framed her sunkissed face, sharp features matched by piercing blue eyes. Her clothing was tight, revealing a body you couldn’t help but notice; her legs were impossibly long and her frame athletic, yet somehow curvy, with DD cups hovering over her taught stomach. Amber felt like a grey mouse in comparison. Read more »

Supergirl vs Superwoman: Part 1 (M/F, F/F, oral, non-con, choking)

(New story, definitely a bit of a slowburn and room to do more. Lots of story to this one, but hopefully people appreciate it and how it builds to the smut!

If you want to talk about potential ideas for part 2 or another story drop me a message (M4F) thanks.)

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“Everyone, once again give it up for National City’s hero. Supergirl!”

The crowd exploded with cheers and clapping as the Mayor finished his speech. What had it been this time, saving a plane from crashing on the outskirts of the city? Foiling another robbery? A break in at LexCorp labs? Rose looked through her thin spectacles at Supergirl soaking in the cheers. A goddess amongst mortals she thought to herself with a smile, she figured Supergirl must be around the same age as her, mid twenties, she bet she never had to put up with any of the same problems Rose had. Mediocre job, mediocre partners, mediocre life… She snapped out of it, she was supposed to be making notes. The latest fluff piece for the National City Enquirer, she didn’t even get to write any of the fun stuff (even though she knew she would be good at it) no sexy scandals, it was mainly “City loves Supergirl” level crap to fill the page count. Rose was a mousy redhead, potentially attractive but with no real style or confidence. Just another face in the crowd of people cheering on the city’s greatest hero. To an outsider she looked just as mediocre as she felt about her job, partners and life. But that would change soon. Read more »

The Diary of Robbie – my first time with April (lesbian, mature, BBW)

I am Robbie, but you can call me Roberta. Do that and I’ll probably hate you a little from the get-go, regardless of how charming and good-natured you really are, or the fact that you love kids and bunnies and puppies and donate to charity.

Quite counter-intuitively, Robbie is really my given name, but still I got people in my life who liked to call me Roberta, as if to establish that they are, in some way, high-brow and cultured. One of these people was my mother, who is dead now. The other is my former boss, Thomas Lipstick, who is a cunt of a man, if I may say so myself. And I may, because it’s me doing all the writing, so there’s that. Okay, his name isn’t really Lipstick, it’s Lipschitz, but more about that later. […]

Today, the Lipstick finally crossed the line. There were times in the past when he was out of line, but today he tried to force himself on me. Of course, in the process he got a bloody nose and a kick to the balls, which seemed to dampen his enthusiasm somewhat. In any case, I got him on tape trying to rape me and tomorrow I’ll see what I can do to make sure he never tries this again with anyone. Read more »