Slut Dating Again Part 3
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Do you know that moments that often appear in the stories, movies or Disney cartoons? The good old ones I mean…:) When a girl has a flower in her hands…tears its petals one by one and does that” he loves me/he loves me not” thing, all the way, until the last petal? Have you ever seen a woman who seems like always being a dreamer…like she is physically there where she is, but her heart, mind and soul always seem like being in another place…with someone else?Do you know that women that are always...
Part two.I made myself comfortable in the passenger seat of our car, well about as comfortable as you can be wearing a skintight faux leather dress with outrageously sexy underwear beneath, ready to be peeled off and fucked by my date. The car moved hastily down the dimly lit streets as hubby drove to deliver me to the waiting arms and cock, of my hot date. Hubby pulled up outside the wine bar just opposite Neil's apartment and watched as I went through my deliberate tease ritual. First I moved...
I’d like to thank michchick98 for her help in editing my story. Any grammatical errors found in the story are purely mine. Present day Anna and Ramone were eating ice cream in her apartment whilst reminiscing of their time together. They’d been friends for 20 years now and although life had pushed them into different directions, they remained the best of friends. It was November and they were discussing their plans for Christmas. They’d both turned 30 in the course of the year and were...
Hey, y'all, what's up, and how's your Game going? Have you had the chance to play a little since the last time we've heard of each other? Have you started to have the expected results in the process of generally improving your life? Well... I hope you have, from the bottom of my heart :) Anyways, today we'll get deeper in the Game and we'll learn more of how to play it the right way. So no more intro chit-chat, and let's start today's...lesson :) Among other things about the Game, in my last...
Kay spent a moment, considering what tact to take. "Tell me about Ramone Diaz." Monica blinked. "My fiance? We met in college. He is a resident at Chihuahua General Hospital." "He must be busy." "Very. He works eighteen to twenty hour days. The few days he has off he spends sleeping." "When did you last see him?" "I take the bus once a month to see him. I last saw him two weeks ago." "How do you think your new job will affect your relationship?" Monica shook her head. "I...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I almost never write a story longer than one part. I have had many requests to do so. This may be my only time and as far as I’m concerned each part will be a standalone story. That way I can end it anytime that I want too without annoying you readers too much. Speed Dating With Guaranteed Sex – Part 05 = Jake and Cynthia After Jake’s last date, his son was no longer shy around girls. In fact he had a girl of his own coming over for Saturday. Jimmy was going to...
Dating sites have become the new to go places to look for partners. These partners could be for a long-term romantic relationship or for something on a short term. You don’t have to frequent places such as bars or clubs to try and find that person. All you need to do is get online, create that profile and get started to find a real hookup partner. Dating sites are quite popular and around 40% of Americans turn to this for finding dates online. This means forty million users are logging on to...
Blog"Ok," Kiyone was saying evenly, halting as she was passing through and under the Torii. "Now repeat it back to me." "No touching, no button pressing, no lever throwing." Mihoshi sighed, taking the final step up. "No cable disconnecting, no tying or untying for that matter." She continued after pausing beneath the Torii's arch, reciting in a sing song voice complete with rocking her head back and forth in time with the meter of her words. "And if I see anything in my way higher than...
Hey to you all, what`s up? :)Here it is another blog post about the Dating Game topic, which means one step forward for you to start learning how to approach and date women the right way.This time, we`ll cut straight to the chase, I mean, no more introductory, bla bla stuff. ;)In one of my last blog posts I`ve been recommending you to meet and hang, as much as possible, around the right people, which consists of, among others, the guys that are already successful with women. Naturals, if...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I almost never write a story longer than one part. I have had many requests to do so. This may be my only time and as far as I’m concerned each part will be a standalone story. That way I can end it anytime that I want too without annoying you readers too much. Speed Dating With Guaranteed Sex – Part 03 = Troy and Beverly Well, I had heard about a group being formed where they go on just one date a week. The date starts on Friday whenever the two people can get...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I almost never write a story longer than one part. I have had many requests to do so. This may be my only time and as far as I’m concerned each part will be a standalone story. That way I can end it anytime that I want too without annoying you readers too much. Speed Dating With Guaranteed Sex – Part 04 = Beverly and Jake Beverly almost cancelled her ‘date’ with Jake. She had been on over sixty ‘dates’ and that was Jake’s first ‘date.’ She had booked herself with...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I almost never write a story longer than one part. I have had many requests to do so. This may be my only time and as far as I’m concerned each part will be a standalone story. That way I can end it anytime that I want too without annoying you readers too much. Speed Dating With Guaranteed Sex – Part 04 = Beverly and Jake Beverly almost cancelled her ‘date’ with Jake. She had been on over sixty ‘dates’ and that was Jake’s first ‘date.’ She had booked herself with...
My irritation grew during the next day when Erik, in two separate instances, came over to me so that we could bond, I assumed. He shared two random stories about his failures, that were supposed to make him seem honest and vulnerable, I suppose. He told me about a guy he knew who stole his girlfriend back in the day. This guy came back in his life again.Apparently, he and the woman had split up a couple years ago. This resulted in a woman making contact with Erik through Facebook. They started...
Cuckold[I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a more active member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans than this, actually. This was merely a side-though while developing a much larger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will be posted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I felt it was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of- the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I almost never write a story longer than one part. I have had many requests over the years to do so. This may be my only time and as far as I’m concerned each part will be a standalone story. That way I can end it anytime that I want too without annoying you readers too much. As it turned out I was able to write five parts before I wrote myself out of the story. Speed Dating With Guaranteed Sex – Part 01 = Steve and Donna Well, I had heard about a group being formed...
Fortunately, not all of my friends were like Helen. Gemma was another girl that I hung out with. She was a cute blonde with a great personality. She was funny and always had a good comeback; while she wasn't in the best cliques, she was certainly well liked. Ken and Helen started going out, and after seeing them together for a while, it made me realize that I wanted to ask Gemma out. However, before I did, I decided to ask my mother about it. "Mom, how do I ask a girl out?" I asked...
Deep under the earth, in the realm of gloom, and death Hades sat contemplating his predicament. There on his thrown, sitting next to his three-headed dog Cerberus, was Hades clothed in dark robes, waves of silk black hair to his shoulders, a beard like most Greeks which showed his intelligence that was achieved over the many centuries, weaved with the muscles of a true male god, and the face of a warrior who has had to live an existence in the darkness far too long....
And yet, Boris always believed he was in control. How fool of him, and to that he could only agree, bound and sweating as he was, on the floor in the men’s bathroom of the night club, eyes closed so he could pretend he was not anticipating the moment he’d be finally pimped out in real life by a woman he had never met in the flesh before tonight. *** It all began with a simple click, as it always does, doesn’t it? Your usual ?Follow? button on twitter, one of hundreds accounts of dominant women...
January-February 1979 At lunch on Monday, people started getting their sheets and there was chaos as many people discovered that their boyfriend or girlfriend wasn’t on their list, and some rival of theirs was on their boyfriend’s or girlfriend’s list. I found it amusing. I saw Melanie laughing hard when she got her list. I walked over to her. “Steve, I love you. Thanks!” “You’re welcome.” “Did you run a real sheet for me?” I pulled it out of my pocket and said, “Your first match is a...
Slut: The Challenge:. (Part one)I'm sitting at my laptop writing this down, still wearing my PVC lingerie with spunk drying in my hair and on my face while my antics are still fresh in my memory. Hubby issued me a sexual challenge this morning, with no prompt or build up. His challenge was that I was to be the lonely housewife and have a tradesman seduce me, and the challenge must be completed before he returned home from work this evening. Never one to shirk a challenge I immediately accepted...
Introduction: The making of a teen slut contrinues This is the conteinuation of the a multi-part story. To gain context, you should go back and start at the beginning by reading Dating Danielle – repost fix (I hope) and Dating Danielle- Part II before reading this part. FYI this part may be a little slow for some, because it sets up for the balance of the story. Merry Christmas, enjoy. On another note: to all the hypocritical *@#$ who come out and read this stuff then want to leave comments...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I almost never write a story longer than one part. I have had many requests to do so. This may be my only time and as far as I’m concerned each part will be a standalone story. That way I can end it anytime that I want too without annoying you readers too much. Speed Dating With Guaranteed Sex – Part 02 = Donna and Troy Well, I had heard about a group being formed where they go on just one date a week. The date starts on Friday whenever the two people can get...
Hello ISS readers. I am back with this series. My quick intro. My name is Aafi. This is a fantasy fictional story. I’m a divorced 41-year-old guy who has a beautiful and young daughter, Amy. She just turned 19 and I haven’t seen Amy in almost 10 years. But now she has come down to meet me. So this is what happened next. It was morning. Amy was sleeping on top of me. Her head was resting on my abs. I was sleeping like a baby. Amy was the first to wake up. Amy: Hmmm, Dad (God! I fell asleep on...
IncestCarla Carrington sighed, took a sip of her vodka collins, and pulled the strap of her bikini away from her back. She was restless. No, she was just totally fucking horny, craving sex in the worst way. As she lay in the early Saturday afternoon sun, she reminisced about her college days when she had been a real party girl. When Carla first experienced sex at the age of 18, she couldn't hold back. Carla had fucked at least half of the Deke house at Ole Miss, lots of Kappa Sigs and even a few...
Sunday, December 17th. Early Afternoon "Talk about a nooner, huh Daddy?" Emily said with a smile as they stood in Dave's bedroom as Emily pulled Dave's shirt up and over his head. Dave was so lost in thought at what was going on that he didn't respond or resist as his daughter slid her hands down his torso to his pants and began to work on undoing his belt. Dave was going over the situation and deciding on options. He had received a small glass vial of some blue formula in the mail....
WHEN PERSEPHONE RELEASED ME SHE turned her face up for a kiss, her lips soft, warm and inviting. She didn't move away, and after our second kiss I was breathing hard and I'm sure she could feel my heart pumping, even through her leathers. She certainly could after she put her hand on my shirt. "Hey, sweetie, what's up?" I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out. I must have looked like a stranded fish. She laughed. "Cat got your tongue tonight, Sam?" My lips moved once...
Hey to you all, what's up?... :)I promised to you all something, and a promise is a promise, so...welcome to the first (and most important) part of my "program" of the dating game, meaning how you can date and have as many women as you want, as well as any woman you want. Also, a deal is a deal so, although I'll share to you information worth 1 billion dollars, I'll do it for you totally free. ;)Now, let's get it started...Have you ever wondered why women react differently while getting...
The Beginning The music was part of me, I danced with pure, unadulterated joy. For the first time in my life, I felt free. Our movements were fluid and asynchronous. We danced with our bodies pressed together, and it was amazing. The bass pounded its rhythm into everything around us, and our bodies responded harmonizing. An atmosphere of sensuality settled over us heavy with the freedom of movement and sexuality. A high so natural and powerful that the laws of nature seemed to warp...
Report to the King of Sparta. B.C 481 "We must conclude that there was more then one Persian ship in our waters. When one met with disaster in the storm, the other picked up survivors and as much wreckage as it could. The shield is the only piece of wreckage that signifies Persian identity. There can be no doubt that it was a spying mission or an attempt to land agents of Persia on our soil or the soil of a neighbouring state. We cannot ignore the possibility that a neighbour may actually...
I would wake every morning from my bed, noticing the pink satin sheets curled up around me as I was wearing the white silk night gown. I didn't have to put on a bra as I was always required to wear one, per orders of my domineering wife Margo. She had purchased an extremely tight, BLACK long line satin bra that had 8 excruciating fasteners to hold it shut. And of course, Margo had fastened them on the tightest setting, saying it would improve my "girlish figure". Having to wear the bra...
Slut Mother gets Married Again (Part I)If you have read my Slut Mother series, you know something about my mom - the middle aged slut and prostitute who thrives on getting abused. Here's another perverted account of my Slut Mother marrying her 4th husband. The story may shock some of you and disgust few others. But it will thrill each and everyone who likes to masturbate listening to a son telling a real story about his real mother (Yes, parts of this story are based on real incidents. Some...
Le vol dura des heures, et pourtant Maxime n'en pouvait plus d'excitation. Une heure environ avant d'arriver, il se rendit aux toilettes, et se changea pour prendre sa tenue habituelle - jean, baskets blanches, queue de cheval -. Il se sentait ? l'aise ainsi. C'?tait ainsi qu'il comptait vivre aux USA. Galvin lui avait dit que tout ?tait pr?t pour lui, et qu'il n'avait plus qu'? arriver. Son logement, son contrat de travail. Un v?hicule l'attendait ? l'a?roport et devait le conduire ? l'embarcad?re puis jusq...
To Break a Wishbone By Robyn Thanksgiving. Not my favorite time of year certainly. For most it is the time each year one gets to share the company of friends while eating a grand meal. For me too, Thanksgiving is the one day when all my family gets together from all over the country to celebrate together. Aside from being a time of turkey and talk, though, it is also the time of criticism and comparison. You see, I was born a twin. The "older one" as I'm constantly reminded of....
I fell in love at an early age. Really early. I remember it clear as day, seven years old, like a bolt of lightning. Her name was Stephanie Mahoney, and she was a sixteen year old goddess assigned to babysit my precocious little self. I told her within minutes of her walking through the door that I planned on marrying her, and bless her, she didn’t laugh, just smiled and said she liked younger men, but she expected to be kept in a certain fashion when we did get married. My parents were in a...
Slut: New to the scene. Part 1After 8 long weeks working on a construction site in the middle of the desert, I needed some time to relax and recharge my batteries. With four whole weeks to recuperate, I decided I would meet my wife in Tenerife as opposed to flying back to the UK. My rota would have me arrive in Tenerife on the Tuesday where as my wife would not arrive until the Saturday. Some of you will be aware that Tenerife is a haven for swingers from all over Europe, due to the year long...
January 1979 Tuesday started wonderfully because Stephanie joined me in the pool. As we walked down the hallway to shower, she dropped one of her shoulder straps, looked over her shoulder and smirked. I just shook my head and went into my room. She was going to push the limits every chance she got. But I’d keep her within them. At school, things quickly got back into routine. Melanie was still in her wheelchair, hoping to get her walking splint in a week or so. Her arm was really bothering...
Darius walked up to the common room doors, his heart in his mouth, clutching a small brick phone. He could have used any phone, but this was cheap and somewhat archaic, and he enjoyed the feeling of punching in the keys. It felt more powerful. As he entered, he scanned the room for Isabelle. He’d got her number of a mutual friend over a week ago, because he’d never had the courage to strike up a rapport with her and get it himself. He caught a glimpse of her through the crowd of students. She...
If the notion of TS Dating gets you all hot and bothered, well, perhaps you’d better strip down and turn the AC up before we get into this following review. Then again, maybe it’s better if you stay dressed and ready to go out, but I guess it all depends on whether you’re shooting for an incall or outcall tonight. Do you want to bang a shemale in your own bed, or would you rather go somewhere else, so your wife doesn’t wonder how all the bedsheets got so completely caked up in santorum? Ah,...
Escort SitesIntroduction: The making of a young slut continues This is the second in a multi-part series about a young girl who discovers sex with an older male father-figure and the slut that dwells inside is born and of course the father-figure nurtures it along. For context you should go back and read Dating Danielle it was posted three times as I tried to get rid of the editor issues, and was finally successful. Look for Dating Danielle – repost fix (I hope). Without further ado, heres part II The...
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I’ve tidied the story and dialogue, hopefully to make a better more erotic read. Slut Born to tease (part one). I’m standing in my bedroom looking at my reflection in my full length wardrobe mirrors. I was just about to twirl around to view my full reflection of my lingerie clad body, when my husband walked into the bedroom, stopped at the doorway and sighed. ‘Are you really wearing that lot tonight?’ He said almost despondently. ‘Of course I am!’ I replied triumphantly. I was standing before...
I've tidied the story and dialogue, hopefully to make a better more erotic read.Slut Born to tease (part one).I'm standing in my bedroom looking at my reflection in my full length wardrobe mirrors. I was just about to twirl around to view my full reflection of my lingerie clad body, when my husband walked into the bedroom, stopped at the doorway and sighed."Are you really wearing that lot tonight?" He said almost despondently."Of course I am!" I replied triumphantly.I was standing before him,...
Slut for my HusbandI walked out of the shower absolutely naked, to find my husband sitting on the bed, watching as I paraded around the bedroom. My skin was shiny from a lavish coating of coconut oil glistening on my naked form. Hubby looked directly at my freshly shaved pussy, something I had refused to do for him but now it was shaved and smooth as his eyes burned into my newly depilated mound. I walked over to my underwear drawer, feeling my hairless pussylips smoothly rubbing together as my...
This a rework and update of a previous tale.Slut: The Exhibitionist (Part 1) I’m going to be blunt, in fact I’m going to be very blunt, but I’m going to be truthful. I know I have a good body and I work hard to make sure I do. I’m probably best described as a slut and I wear slut type clothes that shows off and enhances my curves, allowing the guys to see my small waist, large firm breasts and my taut tight buttocks.This escalates somewhat even more so when we’re on holiday and I’m decked out...
298 Part 2.The last atonement. Sitting on the old leather sofa, wearing just my hold up stockings and shoes I felt somehow relieved. I’d reached this far with little more than a few slaps and a couple of painful punches to my still tender stomach. That poor girl sitting next to me however was in a very different place. Her once wild eyes and her defiance were now reduced to the self-pity and some realisation of what lay in store for her and I watched this poor wretch sobbing uncontrollably...
Slut parties with a gang:I remember quite vividly the time I met up with a guy that Liz and I had threesome with. I bumped into him whilst on a works night out and ended up in one of his friend’s flats with that same guy; two of his friends and the taxi driver….They gangbanged me in every hole like the filthy slut I am….I had been out acting my usual flirty slutty self... The crowd I was with were starting to disperse, I’d cockteased a few of the guys in the crowd earlier and had a few French...
Slut with a mission: My Husband has always taken delight in having me show off my very curvaceous figure at every given opportunity. I openly admit that this has delighted me also, often with me actively playing my role, wearing extremely tight clothing in a variety of sexual materials. I am the proud owner of a multitude of skin-tight mini-dresses in an assortment of materials. Black vinyl mini-dresses, Skin-tight Lycra dresses in various colours, Wet look dresses and leggings. These are...
Slut with a mission:My Husband has always taken delight in having me show off my very curvaceous figure at every given opportunity. I openly admit that this has delighted me also, often with me actively playing my role, wearing extremely tight clothing in a variety of sexual materials. I am the proud owner of a multitude of skin-tight mini-dresses in an assortment of materials. Black vinyl mini-dresses, Skin-tight Lycra dresses in various colours, Wet look dresses and leggings. These are always...
Three things can happen in a marriage and two are bad. I’m experiencing one of the bad things. It’s called divorce. Hi! I’m Mike Dawson. I go by M.D. What am I doing now? I am now sitting in my girlfriend’s Sunday school class at a protestant mega-church. It’s a class for divorced singles. The speaker is telling them how men don’t understand their wives and moms, and there is one reason for the awful divorce rate — MEN! So where did this start? Last night, we made the night club circuit. We...
HumorDisclaimer: A fiction story. Resemblance of any character, names, places to any real, living or dead person, place is purely coincident. Use your discretion. So I was just swiping through profiles on a dating app. We know how beautiful girls are. I, being an introvert, always had difficulties approaching females. Without any close female friend by the age of 25, I was almost feeling as if I am a loser. Studies have been a huge part of my daily routine. Friends are great, ok, but having someone...
Disclaimer: All characters are entirely fictional and all resemblances to anyone in real life is entirely coincidental. If you are under 18 or offended by sexual material, don’t say I didn’t warn you. SLUT 4 U by Sinistra Part II Isabelle found her way to class, mumbling an excuse after stepping through the door. She checked her phone. 10 minutes late. Her eyes were glued to the floor as she made her way to her seat, trying in vain to ignore any raised eyebrows and smirks. She sat...
It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
THE TRILL CAME TOO LATE for me to save Persephone. Early that morning I'd opened my eyes to see Hebe, her face inches away, her smile an open invitation. In answer I rolled onto her and settled myself in the cradle of her hips and entered her with a single stroke. She grunted and locked her legs around my butt. "Don't wait for me, Sam," she whispered. "I'm right on the edge." She was. After I finished I slid down and used my tongue to give her a little vibrato of my own. She shoved...
In the classroom after breakfast, I sat down as usual with the others as Ann called out the days pairings. There were a couple of sighs when the names were called out, mine being missing until the end. I heard Melanie give a small cry of yes as she knew that it would be us together for the day with her name being the last one called out. She was up on her feet in a flash and was ready for me to take her hand and lead her to the last vacant futon. ‘Oh Will,’ she said as she lay down on the...
The Second School. Part One. I was proud to stand on the steps of the school and see twenty four girls and boys unload themselves from taxi’s, knowing that half of them would be our first set of young men and women coming to learn about sex at our school. If you’ve read the first book, you will know how I came to be there waiting for them, but as in a lot of cases, you read the second one first not knowing that time has passed and we are into another book. So I will give you a recap although...
In the classroom after breakfast, I sat down as usual with the others as Ann called out the days pairings. There were a couple of sighs when the names were called out, mine being missing until the end. I heard Melanie give a small cry of yes as she knew that it would be us together for the day with her name being the last one called out. She was up on her feet in a flash and was ready for me to take her hand and lead her to the last vacant futon. ‘Oh Will,’ she said as she lay down on the...
Group SexThe Second School. Part One. I was proud to stand on the steps of the school and see twenty four girls and boys unload themselves from taxi’s, knowing that half of them would be our first set of young men and women coming to learn about sex at our school. If you’ve read the first book, you will know how I came to be there waiting for them, but as in a lot of cases, you read the second one first not knowing that time has passed and we are into another book. So I will give you a recap although I...
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