If These Thin Walls Could Talk (“The Blue Stain”) [1/2]

[TF protagonist] [WLW character] [TF/F] [2nd storyline] [time jump] [1990s] [corporate setting] [The Office, but make it gayer] [slow burn]

CW: deadname; suggestion of lesbophobic sexual violence; queer as a slur; misogyny; racist microaggressions; sexual harassment; transphobia; mentions of cigarettes, alcohol, the Desiree Washington rape case, Mike Tyson, Donald Trump

(Author’s note: I swear there are lighthearted and tender and sexy moments in this despite the content warning. I am also a ~cis~ woman; I have questioned and continue to question the mystery that is my gender, and this secondary storyline mirrors my own perspective as someone who’s naturally androgynous.

I’d planned to finish this sooner, but I couldn’t stop adding to the story. Warning- the page count in the doc is almost 20. Also, the Olympics have been distracting me…Whoops.)

Chapter 1.2 – The Blue Stain

Joan. No longer a John, but a Joan. My name change has finally seen the light of day- it’s a reality now recognized by the feds.

Couples Holiday. [mf] [mmf] [mm] [swing] [oral]

Me and my boring husband have been stuck in a rut in every way imaginable for years now. Every day the same. Work, cook, clean, no sex, bed. Repeat. I feel unattractive and unwanted. As he’s working late one evening, as he so often does, I find myself looking for some erotic inspiration as I slide my hands into my silky lace underwear and slowly stroke myself.

I stumble across an internet page for a hotel in mexico stating “COUPLES ONLY, SPICE UP YOUR SEX LIFE” and it peaks my intrigue….this is exactly what I need. I book us the next available flight. We leave next week.

Much to hubby’s annoyance, we arrive on my surprise sex-cation, check into the chic hotel, full of leather and satin from wall to wall, sexy lighting and provocative statues and paintings….I already felt aroused, it’s just a shame it wasn’t by my husband….

We get changed and decide to explore the pool area….we walk around the circumference of the heart shaped pool looking for a good spot, surrounded by the most beautiful men and women I’d ever seen, all wearing next to nothing and with a sexually charged vibe in the air. That’s when I saw you…

Midnite Vienna: Chapter Nine [MF/MM/FF]

Chapter Nine: Too Old to Rock and Roll

(Warning: Heavy Themes of Mind Break and N*n-C*ns*nt)

Even after a full night’s rest, Reilly still felt exhausted. Between worrying about Watson all week, and the fallout from Jesse’s enslavement, it had been nothing but work work work. Today was the day they were doing the raid on the *Midnite Vienna*, and anxiety had kept her awake most of the night. However, Amy and Martina urged her out of bed while Henry warmed up the shower.

Half awake, Reilly slipped out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She had to step over a body, and another bod- wait a fucking moment who were all these people?!

Reilly turned on the light, and realized there were seven people still sleeping on her floor. Amy squinted through the light and answered Reilly’s unspoken question. “These are all the slaves Martina had before you broke her. They must have taken a while to get here from wherever they were”

I [F] sucked off my little brothers football (soccer) coach

This was a long time ago. I was 16 at the time. The coach must have been in his 30’s not really sure. This is legal where I’m from – I was totally willing and the one who initiated it.

I lost my virginity very young. I was 14. It was with my first boyfriend and it was just awful. Worst experience ever. But anyways that was the only dick I had touched in real life.
At that time at had seen plenty. My mom and dad a divorced, so whenever I would visit my dad we would go swimming. He would bring me to the men’s shower and I remember seeing all kinds of penises. I was small at that time, but the memories were sure nice when I started masturbating he he 🙈

My little brother had this annual party at the football club. It was like the end of the season. I was going because I had the biggest crush on my little brothers coach.
I talked a lot about him with my girls. Almost every one of my friends had at least sucked a guy off. One of my friends, can’t remember who it was, suggested that I should try go bing coach a blowjob. We all laughed, but I actually really wanted to give him a blowjob.

Her first time with a woman [FF] [oral] [squirt]

She knows I’m teasing her. I know she knows. I also know this is her first time with a woman. I could tell by the shock on her breath, the spasm in her back, as my lips closed around her clit and kissed, just briefly. Teasingly. Just a taste, for her, of what a woman can do. And just a taste, for me, of her.

I love. Love. Love. Being their first woman. I’m holding all the cards. She has no idea. And I’m going to savour this.

I’m going to fuck this little trick until I see animal in her eyes.

So I bounce from between her legs and land belly down by the edge of the bed. ‘We need music’ I say, fumbling with my phone. I make sure I wiggle my bare butt, just a little, when I know she’s watching. In less than a minute she’s kissing the back of my knee. She’s eager. Her tongue is inching up the back of my leg. I feel her hair tickling my inner thighs and her hand comes to rest on my butt. I giggle -she adjusts – I press a button – Cigarettes after Sex softly fills the room – I feel her breath, right between my shoulder blades. I can’t help but shiver. Then her tits press into my lower back; that feeling always turns me the fuck on, I love those hard little nipples grazing my skin. A moment later she’s straddling my arse and running her hands across my back. Impatiently massaging me. Her crotch is hot against me. I want to make it burn.

Addison (M/F)

Dear Diary,

French doors open and I come pouring out the back porch, the sun’s rays instantly embracing me with their warmth. I am euphoric, laughing with a frankness that I haven’t known in years. All my inhibitions about myself, my concerns about life, have washed off of me and it feels like I am left unclothed and unashamed, running naked and wild to declare to myself and the world: Here I am. Take me and accept what I offer to show and give or leave me alone to be. Freedom is not what I feel, but what I have become. I can see it, evident in my stride and movements. The twinkle in my eyes, the richness of my laughter, my aura.

[FFf] Me [F25] and my girlfriend [F27] finally had a sleepover with Malory [F19] (Part 2!)

As we laid sprawled across the bed in all states of disarray, our bodies covered in sweat and mine partially soaked in Mal’s squirt juice, all of us breathing heavily, Malory began laughing hysterically. “I literally can’t believe that I’m here right now doing this!” she exclaimed, still laughing. My gf and I joined in, all three of us in disbelief at the ridiculous situation.

We all decided that rather than washing off and getting dressed, we’d all hike down to the lake (about a 5 minute walk through the woods behind my house) and go for a dip before the sun fully set. I joked that Malory should wear the strapless strap-on down to the lake, and she actually fucking did it, mounting it firmly inside her still-wet pussy before getting up and walking to the door.

“I brought a dress,” she said matter-of-factly, “think I should wear that down to the water or my shorts with this thing sticking out?”

“Neither,” my girlfriend retorted, “there’s nobody around. Bugs won’t come out till later anyway.”

Malory rolled her eyes and laughed, reciting her signature catchphrase for us, “y’all motherfuckers are crazy.”

[FM]Met him at starbucks – an hour later, I was choking on his cock.

My office is super close to the Starbucks off Broadway, and the lines would take forever. I remember the door always being so hard to open and this guy opened the door for me – I thanked him and automatically noticed his red shoes, complimented them as he stood behind me in line. You ever get that feeling when you look as someone that you knew you just wanted to do naughty things with them? Like maybe they were thinking the same feeling, there was def sexual tension there as we made a conversation out of his shoes.

He literally works across the street from my building off 39th and 7th. He was 35, lived up in Westchester – 5’10” beard, worked in marketing. Talked all about the basics and asked me how I was liking the city compared to Brooklyn since I just moved. What I was doing later. He was going to the Rangers game later that evening. I was telling him that I was going to drink, do laundry and just relax. He was asking how I like to relax, I replied “drinking and cuddling myself”. He then replied with “Well, you do have the perfect pillows for that.” I just started at him and laughed because it was so loud and took me off guard.

Rough Memories [MMF] [Mdom] [BDSM]

I love being told what to do. In a lot of aspects of my life to be honest, but particularly in the bedroom. I’m 26F, slim and toned, with long ginger hair and roughly 34C breasts, and luckily my long term (ex-)boyfriend (Giles,27M, slim build, brown hair, 7” or so) shared some of the same kinks as me. This story is about the first time we really explored those kinks together.

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It was the first time we’d seen each other for six months- I’d been away studying and he had a job he couldn’t get much holiday from. We’d sexted in that time, of course, but this was the first chance to actually see each other. We’d talked about kinks before- in fact, the first time we kissed he grabbed me by the throat and choked me. That was the first time I’d had anyone treat me rough, and I loved it.

When we met this time, we were travelling up from the south to the north of the country, stopping at a hotel overnight on the way. Nothing happened during the drive, if anything it was slightly awkward having not seen each other for so long, but that quickly changed once we were in the hotel alone.

Making my neighbor submit [M/F]

It had been awhile since I cut loose, spring was here and I was tired of being cooped up in the house alone. I decided to have a get together and invite some friends from work over several weeks ago. Sabrina lived next door, her husband was gone a lot for business and I knew she liked to party a bit and might enjoy the company of others being around so I gave her a call and invited her over too. Besides, it never hurts to invite neighbors in case the party gets too loud.

I strung some lights up around the back deck and got some of those porch torches and sat them around for some extra lighting and ambiance. I had told everyone to show up around 8:30 and bring what he or she wanted to drink although I had picked up a keg of bud light. Sabrina showed up an hour early with some finger foods and Jell-O shots. Being the person she is she wanted to see if there was anything that she could do to help. I thanked her and made a comment on how her jeans sure did fit her nicely. We were known for our occasional flirting but nothing more. I had her open the bag of cups and put them next to the keg and other little things that I hadn’t done yet. I ran to my room to finish getting ready.