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Unwanted [MF, Vanilla]

The sheer curtain doesn’t hide the morning very well. It seeps in through all angles, diffused, but present. I sit up and check the time. Six-eighteen. Another entire night of tossing and turning, gone. My sleep-mate rolls over towards me, stretching out her paw as if to tell me to keep trying, just lie down and see if sleep will finally find you.

I rub that spot on the bottom of her ears that she always seems to lean into and quietly tell her good morning.

“Hello, sweet girl. You hogged the beg again.” Her eyes are barely open and she sighs, loudly. “You’re terrible, honestly, just the worst.” I smile down at her as she seems to fall asleep again, almost instantly.

Across from me, in a bedroom entirely too large, is another bed. But the occupant is still lightly snoring and he is less friendly when woken from slumber than my current cuddle buddy. The internal debate begins: should I try? Should I slide into his bed, snake my arm around his, and see if he’ll have me? Is failing worse than wondering? Read more »

A Loving Couples Exciting Day! [M/F]

Today started out very similar to any other day of the week. I sat myself up in bed at seven in the morning to get ready for work as I rubbed my eyes to see a bit better before heading to the bathroom to run the shower.

As I entered the bathroom, I flipped on the light and then reached into the shower, turning both nobs so that the water could begin warming up. While the water warmed up, I rubbed my eyes again as they adjusted to the brightness of the light and then began stripping out of my clothes.

First, my t-shirt hit the floor and soon after, so did my boxers. I stood there completely naked and smiled as I watched my morning wood sway in the mirror.

While wearing a proud smile, I entered the shower and immediately felt that fantastic sensation of the water being that perfect temperature. I felt nothing but pure comfort while standing there as the water hit the top of my back and ran down my body. Read more »

Coming home for a visit. [inc]

*I hope you like this one. Also not based on a true story. :) *

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“It was nice you and Todd could visit us. I know you’ve been busy with life since the wedding.”
“I’m always happy to visit my parents, you know that.”
“I know, and we appreciate it, really.
“Todd gone to bed already?” mom asked, looking at the clock mounted on the wall. “It’s only 10.”
“Yes,” said Li. “He was tired from the long drive and tireder – more tired? – from the dinner and the movie.”
“That’s all right,” said her dad. “He deserves a rest after the long day he had.”
Li yawned and stretched. “I’m starting to get tired, too. Think I’ll take a quick shower and get ready for bed myself.”
“All right,” said her mom. “Don’t be too long.”

After a quick shower and a blow-dry, she wrapped herself in her towel and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. She peeked in at Todd and smiled to herself at the soft snores coming from the bed. Closing the door as quietly as she could, she turned to the room at the end of the hall. Read more »

[MF] She Told Me She Was Inexperienced, But I Didn’t Realize She Was a Virgin Until I Flew Halfway Around the World to Meet Her

I’ve spent so much time traveling for work, that I don’t mind visiting places on my own. If I’m in Europe or a big city with a lot of things to do, I’ll usually plan to stay a few extra days and enjoy myself. Occasionally, I even plan a trip alone just to relax.

When the travel restrictions were put in place, I started dreaming of going abroad. I knew I needed to plan a trip somewhere, and I was more than happy to go alone. It didn’t matter where I went. I talked about it constantly. People made recommendations on places I should go, but only Angel offered to be my tour guide.

She lived in Northern Italy. We’d been chatting and flirting online for months. We met on a fetish site when she commented on a story I shared. It reached the point where we talked almost daily. Mostly through text, but sometimes through voice chat. She was young and mostly inexperienced with a filthy mind and a unique sense of style that was a little bit goth and a little bit metal. Read more »

Camping in Amsterdam with my posh little slut

It was summer 1994 and Esme and I had just got off the train from Schiphol airport. We had recently moved in together – which her parents didn’t really approve of as they were terrible snobs. Esme was from a very posh background, her parents were very wealthy and sent their kids to fee paying schools. But Esme was a little rebellious and despite her cut glass accent and beautiful face, she liked nothing better than clubbing, partying and having dirty sex with me.

We caught the ferry across the river behind Amsterdam Centraal station. We were going to stay on a campsite, miles away from the centre of the city, after a recommendation from friends. It was a right pain the arse to get to, but it was our first holiday together that we could afford at the time as we were in our early 20s. We were both eager to explore Amsterdam and everything it had to offer…. Read more »

Debt (Part 3)

Her exhausted body laid motionless on the table top, restrained and over used. Her throat, nipples, pussy and anal hole violated by her captors, making her a cash cow to repay the debt. The token notifications were silent this whole time, but the men were prepared to make it rain one last time. She had no idea what was coming to her, but was determined to finish once and for all and clear her debt.

Her short nap was disrupted by a pinch on her sore nipples, shocking her awake as pleasure shot throughout her body. Her cries slowly echoed the room with deep moans as her nipples were abused once more, being pinched, pulled and rolled between their fingers.

“Wakey wakey~” the men chirped as they laid their hands on her, targeting all her erogenous zones.

Her glittery eyes peered open as she gritted her teeth, seemingly begging them to go easy on her. She surrounded with dicks, all fully erected and ready to penetrate her. Their size was nothing she ever inserted into her before, not even her own dildo was that big. Her eyes widened in fear as she gluped down her saliva, mentally bracing herself for their insertion. Read more »

[MF] I (m20) boned my cousin (f22) and I’m at a crossroads about it, but it is done

**This is a long story, didnt know it was going to be.**

Tl:dr – Boned my cousin

To start it off, we are not first cousins. She is my grandma’s like great great niece or thereabouts. Even though we are far apart on the family tree, my family is very close nit with even the farthest relatives.

I will call her Grace, obligatory not her name. And another common sentence, I am not an author, so I dont know if this story as the way I put it will be any good.

Grace and I didnt start talking to eachother, not “talking” but like a “hey cuz whats up” talking, until about 2 years ago. We somehow started snapping eachother, and that led me to moving her into her apartment for college a couple of weeks before classes started for her. The relationship quickly evolved from a “how have you been for 2 decades?” To sharing intimate details about our lives. Grace has a very active sex life that she likes to share with me, including her long term relationships that went on during this 2 year span. I on the other hand have an average sex life, hooking up with my go to fwb since junior year. Read more »

The Baker’s Apprentice. How I First Learned to Please a Man

My sister called yesterday from Boise. She wanted to know why, in a new apartment, 700 miles from just about everyone I know, I’m spending my pandemic baking bagels and twisting babkas. Curating croissants.

“Who’s gonna to eat all that stuff, Kat?” she wanted to know.

And it’s a reasonable question. If I ate a tenth of what I bake, I wouldn’t fit out the door. Most of it goes to the shelter. A bit goes to the cute grad student downstairs. But that’s a different story.

For me, baking isn’t about production or consumption. I mean, sure, I enjoy a baguette as much as anyone. But for me, it’s a way to remember.

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In ‘98, I’d taken a gap semester and moved to London. I still can’t believe my mom let me move there, she’d always been so protective. I was sharing a tiny flat with a girl I’d known in school, and worked at the Waterstones by Covent Garden underground. London was a lot – scary big. Our family wasn’t rural, but we were pretty suburban. And in this strange city I generally stuck close to home. Directly across from the tube station, just down from the book store, is a café. Aroma now, I think. But back then it was called Matisse. Read more »