You’re walking home alone after a night out drinking with your friends. You’re wearing a nice top that you bought for the occasion and a short skirt with high heels. It’s summer and it’s a lovely night for a walk. You’re tipsy but not drunk, sober enough to get yourself home safely you think, despite your friends trying to convince you to take a taxi. It’s not worth it, you’ve told yourself; It’s not a long walk and you want to pick up some food on the way home too so you might as well just walk it. They don’t know the area as well as you either; you’ve lived here your whole life and always felt safe. You’re sticking to well lit paths and it’s a built up residential area; you’re confident nothing is going to happen. You feel safe.
Tag: Straight
The woman in the window – voyeurism and mutual masturbation MF
It’s a dark, cold December evening in London sill days away from the weekend. He is sitting at his desk finishing off work. A half finished beer sits next to his keyboard, his tie discarded on the floor and top two shirt buttons undone. His focus is going, and mind wondering so when a light flicks on outside the window, just in the corner of his vision, he turns to look.
She has just got in, sick of work and frustrated from fighting the crowds on the tube. She throws her bag on the floor, takes a bottle of wine from the fridge and pours a glass. Discarding her jacket on the back of a chair she takes the glass and heads into the bedroom to prepare for a long bath. As she turns the light on, she sees another light on across the alley, and in the window the new tenant sitting at his desk.
He sees his neighbour for the first time, attracted instantly. She is undoing her long hair, letting it fall down about her shoulders. Her intelligent eyes meet his for a second before she looks away. He thinks he spots a small smile flick across her full lips before she turns and walks towards a wardrobe. He can see her shapely body under a white, fitted blouse. A black pencil skirt hugs her bum, on top of sheer tights.
[MF] Halloween 2017 – I slept with my best friend’s date.
So this is a long story, it happened 4 years ago when I was 20. I used to live with some friends of mine, we shared an apartment during college and my friend was a bit of a ladies man. He was good looking, tall, and although not in the best shape I imagine his chill personality and confidence made a good impression with others. We’ll call him John.
I’m sharing this story because it started on Halloween, so the season brings back memories.
So it’s the last week of October, John sees me gaming on my Xbox as usual and gives me the heads up to go to a Halloween party being hosted by some friends. Said it would be fun to kick it and drink around.
“And meet some ladies?” I asked him with a knowing smirk. He smiled back and shook his head.
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 5, Part 1 – Dorothy [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation][Plot heavy]
**Dorothy**
Gushing the smoke out and calling it quits? That would be an underappreciation of the cigarette.
Bitches are ill at ease in my presence and the dugan spices up the exchanges of opinions by the poisonous reek.
In the interrogation room, people infer the cig can give them owie.
The greyish smolder rises from the level of my lips over the heads of the whiney squealer and an apeshit mad dog.
I regard them. Accuser´s eyes aren´t giving away anger, maybe wariness. Nicotine verses go on. My smokey breath envelops the face of Harris, the co-lector punching bag. As she coughs, her hand grabs the teetering walking stick. Hehe, she smells with half of the nose. Most of her scratches are concealed by the blouse, skirt, and shoes but nothing less than a veil or the hood mask would hide cotton in and out of bloody schnozzle.
I draw the burning end of the cig towards the cheekbone of a well-preserved bumptious cow over forty.
“Saratoga Clarence,” I mutter. “Do you confess to this attack on your fellow inmate?”
“I did it and I confess. I feel terrible for being a nuisance but I still don´t like her. Nor the embroidery.”
[MF] Never Dance With The Devil (Part 2)
Tommy handed her the water. She looks up at him as if she knew what he did. Tommy goes and walks back to his bed and sits down. He’s facing her back. He knew exactly what he did and now he was having to live with it. She was shaking, Tommy didn’t know if it was from the cocaine or the memories of being gangraped and being kidnapped by a guy that she didn’t know. To break the tension he says “Whats your name?” There was a few seconds before she awnsers, she says softly as her throat still burnt “Grace” she said as she looked back at him, her eyes wanting him dead and tourtured. “Nice to meet you..” he says like something actually normal happend. She looks back again “wish I could say the same” “fair” he says. He looked at the time and decided to get some sleep. He stood up, she look uver at him again. He goes and quickly walks over to her. She squirms and moves for her life because she thought It was gonna happen again. They both don’t say anything, he puller her legs towards him violently. He quickly undoes the knot that he did for her belt loop. Then he ties it around her wrist, then ties the other end to the end table. She immediately stops once she realizes that he’s just tying her up. “Goodnight” he says. As he tries and goes to bed, he bearly slept.
[MF] I Was Changed… Damn.
*Reposting my story here which happened about a year ago*
Where is he??? He said he’s gonna be here soon, and that was an hour ago.
I’m caressing my neck while I texted him… It’s my first time wearing a choker, since he mentioned being turned on by it. And now I’m getting anxious, checking myself in the mirror, waiting and wondering if he’ll actually come.
There was a knock on the door. I opened it and it was our building’s guard, saying I have a visitor… and then there he was. I let him in and closed the door. He apologized for not texting right away, apparently there were signal issues at the time. I asked how he was able to convince the guard to let him come up instead of me fetching him downstairs, and he said he had to use his charms. We shared a little laugh, then his hands were all over me. He started kissing my neck, and noticed the choker.
“Is this the surprise?”
“Yeah…”
“Mmmm… I like it…”
Goddess from the bar
This one is really long. But hopefully you enjoy!
It was a long week so I decided to spend my Friday night out. There was a bar a few blocks down from my apartment that I frequented, it would be easy to just spend a few hours there and come back if I felt like it. I decided to at least try to not look like a bum and pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans that fit a little loose, but not too loose. I put on a white t-shirt with black, horizontal stripes that hung just below where my belt would have been and then a casual charcoal blazer to finish the look off. I decided to wear cologne and decided on one that was the perfect combination of citrus and sandalwood. One last look in the mirror and I was off to the bar.
It Wasn’t Me [FFM] [BDSM] [Rough]
IT WASN’T ME
By Adam King
Characters:
• Adam – A
• Beverly – B
• Ciara – C
• Another Man – 1
Symbols:
• (word) – Indicates action, translation and being meta
• * – gasped, whispers, high pitched voice and narrators being meta
• [word] – indicates sound
(Door opening)
B: Hey, Adam
A: Hey, Bev. Ciara
C: Why are you alone? Where’s David? Out with his girlfriend? (Smirking with naughtiness)
A: (Looking at Ciara confusingly) Umm, you know him. He’s too smart to do his homework, saying it’s a “life distractor” (making finger quotations) or some sort like that.
B: Or he’s trying to give you some lone time, since you’ve been workaholic and putting on your grind set. (Raising eyebrow seductively)
(Beverley and Ciara putting their hands on Adam’s shoulders and his right arm)
A: Hey, hey, hey, hey. (Anxious response) Why are you guys doing? I’m fine, if that’s what you asked.
C: (Massaging his right arm) Don’t be nervous, Adam. We’re just easing the tension. (Soft seductive chuckled)
I had an orgasm during a massage while I was in Colombia for work [FF]
I was in Colombia one summer for work. I was going out every night, working all day, and was not very good to my body during that time, except for the fact that I would get massages weekly because they were much cheaper than in my home country and I wanted to take advantage.
At first I was trying out different spots (there was a lot to choose from) but eventually I found a woman who did a really fantastic job and I kept going back to her. She was a young Colombian woman, probably around my age at the time (19). She was already married with a baby. I’m straight, and I didn’t find her especially attractive at first. But she was kind and gentle and I felt safe with her. She was short, tan, dark hair and brown eyes, large breasts but her uniform covered them up. I think she was still breastfeeding so they were probably swollen.
As time went on, I got more and more comfortable around her. I felt like she truly looked forward to seeing me, it was probably a nice break from all the gross old man tourists she had to massage.
Stalker: CNC based, TV show “you” inspired
***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
I just finished the 3rd season of “you” and it inspired the following story, of course with a CNC/rape play twist per usual. Enjoy ☺️
I’ve been watching her for months, taking in her schedule and randomly running into her around town. She captivates every room she walks in, receiving glances of strangers as they too try to understand her. They haven’t worked as hard as me though, and for that I have every intention of reaping the rewards. I know her better than anyone.