[MF] This happened last weekend

I was invited to one of my friends birthday party, he had booked a table at restaurant. It was me, some other close friends and his sister and her friend. They’re like 8 years younger than us so I was a bit surprised that they also invited because I thought it was guys night out. Anyhow when we were seated the sisters friend, Sarah, was seated beside me. During the dinner we chatted about life and what not, I got to know her better. She is really cute, brunette and have a small petite body. For the evening she had black dress that showed her marvellous figure. Apparently she is a dancer and was a good gymnastic when she was younger. Which I could tell by just looking at her.

So after the main course she excused herself and said that’s she needed to go to the ladies and I couldn’t help to check her out even more. I felt a bit creepy due to our age gap, I’m 28 and she had just turned 20. When she got back and sat down, she took my hand under the table and put something soft and clothish in my hand. Before I even could raise my hand and look at what she have given me she hold my arm down. So I had to look down while holding my hand under the table.

[M4Futa/H] Longterm Rp [Discord Required]

Hiya, Cowbee here again today!

Let me get one thing out of the way. I’ll only being roleplaying with 18+ individual’s, as there are NSFW theme’s which I wanna incorporate, including that you must write in third person as well, and be capable of writing at least two paragraph’s, so be literate. Beyond all that however..

I’ll be straight forward and simple with my request, I’m looking to create a roleplay that focuses more on the story, the world and such before the erotic stuff. As well, I ask to have a bit of both ya know, as it never truly hurts anyone.

What I’m looking for in this roleplay is Adventure, fighting, an interesting dynamic and much more! I expect this RP to be long term, and would like to keep in touch with said partner as I wouldn’t obviously wanted to be ghosted as I understand we all have lives outside of the realm of RP, it’d be grateful if you were to tell ahead of time.

I came inside my best friend [MF]

A true story, with some very minor tweaks to some of the details. Also my first time writing something like this, so please excuse me if the writing style seems messy at times.

My best friend (F22) of 3 years came to visit me (M25) and in the 3 years we’d known each other we’ve only hung out one other time because of how far away she lives. She has also been wheelchair bound her entire life.

She came down for 4 days to be with me for my birthday, we rented out a two bedroom apartment and we met up at the apartment 2 days before my birthday.

The first night, we got comfortable with each other and cuddled on the couch watching tv and went to our separate bedrooms afterwards.

[MF] My (32) fiancé’s hot sister (29) I got to see her naked and it wasn’t the last time. (Part 2)

So things got more intense…

The next time I seen Beth was about a month and a half later, we hadn’t spoke alone since the first encounter, just general chat when Jess and Beth FaceTime everyday.

This time it wasn’t just Beth visiting, there parents had also come to stay a few nights over the weekend, it was a Friday afternoon and they all arrive, normal greetings me and Beth gave each other a hug which seemed abit longer than normal but didn’t think to much of it.

That night we spent as a group just chatting away, Beth had got changed into her night wear, she just wore a long oversized shirt, through out the night, she kept putting her legs up against her chest, I kept getting a glimpse of her black underwear but nothing to crazy.

it was time for bed, we only have one spare room so the parents took that while Beth stayed on a blow up bed in our room, we watched abit of Netflix and it was time for sleep, just before sleep the sisters said good night.

Confession of a sex slave in space [FMM]

The colony on the rock simply named EE-17 — named after the section of a map grid where it was discovered — was a small community made up mostly of scientists and their families. So much remained to be learned about the galaxy since faster than light travel had been established as safe, reliable, and cost effective that there was always room in the economies across the stars for more academics. What had once been a vocation with limited potential for success had now become the most common career path for human beings anywhere, and still the demand for thinkers, designers, engineers and studiers could never approach being met.

On EE-17, a good deal of the people living there spent their time trying to understand and reproduce the way the planetoid’s various components interacted with each other to create the energy fields which allowed it to maintain its shape and mass through the dozens of kinds of space hazards which accosted it constantly. no amount of debris or extreme temperatures had any effect on this asteroid, and a lot of people were living there and trying to figure out why.

Menage a trois – Part 1 [M/F/F]

Friday afternoon, thank fuck for that. As I jumped in my rusty pick-up I salivated over the thought of a frost glazed glass coming to my lips with that sweet golden nectar that will take all the pain away. It had been a hectic past fortnight for me, changing jobs, breaking up with my girlfriend, and all the while trying my best not to download tinder to distract myself from the ever-present loneliness of now living alone again. A few minutes down the road I arrive at one of the two pubs in the little town where my farm is situated, the locals refer to this as the “bottom pub” simply because it sits at the bottom of the street. As I pull up to the carpark I smile as i notice the cars there, I can always rely on a few of the old codgers being here early on a Friday to chew the ears off any young person who would listen. It’s a charming old building, with timber eaves and fittings, and a bar made of a big slab of polished timber from the thousands of drinks and arms rested on it over the years. I take the 4 steps up to the veranda two at a time, knocking my boots together to get any last remaining mud off them from the recent rain we’ve had. The three customers at the bar turn and look, ever curious as to the sound of boots and who might follow. I recognise two of them, acknowledging them in the way guys seem to communicate in this part of the world, by their first name and nothing else.

RED IN TOOTH AND CLAW [Nsfw] [nonconsensual]

​It was surprisingly easy to catch the front door with my foot as she let it swing shut. I let her heels click a little into the distance, as I watched her saunter into the distance. Between her heels, and the liquor wafting off her, she was a little shaky. She held fast and pressed the elevator button under her long nails. The triangle illuminated, and the doors eased open. As she stepped in, I rushed my way down the hall, and caught the door just in time before it closed.
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She jumped a little and said, “oh, I didn’t see you there, sorry I didn’t hold for you.” Her lips puckered red in the dull light of the elevator.

​“That’s alright.” I wasn’t scared for her to see my face; she would forget me by morning anyway. “Which floor?” I gestured over to the unilluminated buttons.

​“Ten,” she said. I already knew.

Bad Luck Cleo [Chapter 1][Tags in Story]

*Trigger Warning/Author’s note: Though this chapter itself is fairly tame, it begins a series where the main female character will be used, abused, and tortured physically, mentally, and emotionally. All individual chapter tags will be posted in story, but please use discretion before reading. -Zee*

**Tags: [Prologue][Threatening behavior][No sex]**

Bad Luck Cleo:

Chapter 1: This Year’s Bonus
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You know the old saying. If Cleo didn’t have bad luck, she wouldn’t have any luck at all. Sure, she was as healthy as they come, her own place, wasn’t left wanting for food or material comforts. She had a well paying job, albeit her recent promotion to manager was likely to get her fired.

She had some pretty good ideas on how to incoporate new technology to an old system, and between employees leaving and vendors of technology not doing preventative maintenance on it, it was costing more money that it was making.

Her bosses had decided a good remedy for that would be to cut employee bonuses for the year. Hopefully, her second year as manager would be more profitable, and if not, then her salary contract’s expiration date would not be renewed for a third. And of course, her bosses tasked her with breaking the bad news during annual reviews.

Bad Bikinis [M/f/f, D/s, Blowjob, Sexism, Satire]

I was having a pleasant day at the beach–the sun was shining, it was warm, but not humid, and there was a nice breeze–until I saw them. Two young ladies with very little respect for themselves. I put my book–Joel Osteen’s latest collection of excellent sermons–down against my chest and huffed.

“This is ridiculous? Do you see what they’re wearing?” My wife seemed far less concerned about this assault on public decency. Two young things practically shaking their bare asses for every decent family to see. I removed my reading glasses and stood up, straightening my t-shirt–from a previous church 5K–and grabbing my sandals. I stood up in a rush, grumbling all the while, and began walking over to the girls. I was muttering under my breath, considering how I’d explain the problem to them.

They were laying on towels on their stomach, obviously enjoying the sun on their practically naked bodies. Absolutely perverse, I thought, these girls were clearly not raised very well. I walked in front of them, so that my shadow fell across their tanned, petite bodies. I crossed my arms as they looked up.

Disciplined for Cheating (Part 1) [MF] [femdom] [spanking only] [no sex]

It had all happened in a blur. One moment Ben was simply attending a local kink meetup and in the next he was laying bare a secret to a woman he barely knew.

He had noticed her when she entered—the swish of her long brown hair as she walked across the bar and the way her flower print dress lifted just a little as she leaned on the bar top to order a drink. Although he couldn’t place it, she looked vaguely familiar. She was not much older than him, perhaps 35 or 36. But she moved through the room with a confidence that he had never known himself. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her and was surprised when she approached him.

“Jo,” she said, extending a hand, her dark eyes flicking upwards to meet his own. “Short for Josephine.”

“Ben,” he replied. “Nice to meet you.”

They talked for ten or fifteen minutes at most. And yet somehow he felt at ease with Jo, as though he could tell her anything and it would be alright. That’s how he let slip that he was newly single and the cause was his infidelity.