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How I had a three-way with my best friend and a taken guy
Howdy, people. I want to tell y'all about a very naughty story from my past, something I haven't shared with a lot of people. This all happened when I was about to turn twenty, and I was already living by my lonesome. Back then, I was working as a waitress in a dive bar, and I lived with my roommate and best friend, Patricia. Or Trish. Now, part of being a waitress is knowing when and how to flirt to get those tips coming. This is especially true in dive bars near big roads where you get many customers who don't know you from anywhere and are just passing by, and you want to make an impression. Well, I was never above using some good old charm to get my way, one night this handsome fella walked in. Since he was sitting in my section, I began to do the whole song and dance; tossing my hair, laughing at his jokes. And he was flirting back. Very soon, we were vibing like crazy, and while it had started for tips, now I was really feeling this crazy attraction to him.
I'm spending the weekend with my best friend. We’re home from college but my family is out of town and I’m basically a part of her family anyways. We’ve been best friends since 8th grade, we actually took each other to junior prom and it was so much better than our senior prom when we took boy dates.
Content not appropriate for anyone under 18 Warning BDSM content The “Stranger” It was dark when I first met my lover, I had gone to see a blues band play at a local bar. I did not notice him first I was too caught up in the music playing, and the feel of my body swaying to the sound. He came up behind me and started dancing with me, our body’s twisting to the sound of the guitar. His hands fell on my hips his lips on my neck as we danced all night long to the sound of the blues band playing. It was not long until the band was done playing, our ears still ringing from standing so close to the stage; that he asked me to get a drink at the bar with him. I smiled and said yes, there was something about him, a magnetism that I could not put into words but one that pulled me towards him with every fiber in my body.
Nice To Meet You
Content not for anyone under age of 18 Warning BDSM Content Nice To Meet You There’s a chill in the air as I walk up the driveway. The porch light being on is the only sign of life on the street at this late hour. I shiver as I climb up the porch stairs. I reflexively tighten my coat pulling it closer to my body. I’ve put on my favorite pair of high heels, and a set of black elbow length opera gloves. My hair is held up by two bobby pins under my hat. I take a deep breath and knock on the front door. As I wait for someone to answer I try to ground my anxiety. I notice that the door is red the window trim white and the curtains on the other side of the glass is black.
This material is not for anyone under the age of 18. Warning BDSM content His Gaze He stands above me his eyes roaming over my half naked body, I can feel his gaze trail down neck along my collarbone over my breasts. I can feel my nipples hardening under the fabric of my flimsy lingerie. I continue to stare at his feet, I had always hated direct eye contact; it was too pure, too intimate. Power rolls off Him in waves, his presence sending shivers down my spine. He steps around to my left and my heart starts to pound at the anticipation of what has yet to come. His hands slide across my shoulder blades, goosebumps spring forward where his fingers touch my skin.
A Perfect Winters Morning
This story contains mature content and is not for anyone under the age of 18. Warning BDSM content. A PERFECT WINTERS MORNING
The Teleporter Part 4
“I don’t think I can pay my mortgage. I lost my job spending all my time with you,” Katie said, sitting at her kitchen table. She had barely left the house in a month and was shuffling through the many bills that were beginning to pile up. Katie didn’t want to deal with any of it, but she couldn’t live in a pleasure filled fantasy land forever.
Spring Break Play
Friday Night she entered the house at three thirty on Friday afternoon, and what a long week it had been. Ha a long week, try a long day. This was the Friday before spring break and the kids had been not so subtle in their joy of that thought. But now Dara had a whole week off to relax and recharge, and Daddy to help with some of that. Placing her purse on the floor by the entry table she headed up stairs to change thinking of giving Daddy a surprise when he got home, but as she entered the bedroom, she found a surprise of her own.
Secretly In Love With The Vampire King
Lighting lit up the velvety purple sky as I was walking home from the libary. Walking as fast as I could to my house, surly I knew that I wasnt gonna make it home in time before it started raining. Picking up my pace I heard a faint sound coming from the dumpster (the ally I used for a shortcut)looking around to see if anyone was there but no one was.
Tonight, June 29th, 2021, I have absolutely nowhere to go. I'm usually always involved in something. I'm considered, the man around town. Heck, my friends and acquaintances, nicknamed me Johnny Be-Good. Because I love the ladies and the ladies' love me. Corny old sayin', but oh-so-true. My real name is Joseph Chef Mackling. I know, even my name is corny. Things opened back up months ago, but I still feel stuck. I don't want to hangout at house parties, in bars and clubs like I used to. Nor take trips with some of my boys and some women too, if you catch my drift.
A Night of a Lifetime
THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR THOSE 18+ CONTAINS SEXUAL MATERIAL TRIGGER WARNING BDSM MATERIAL A Night of a life time I smile as we walk down the street hand in hand, Danny and I have been dating for about a year and six months. He still seems perfect still, he is kind, generous, loving, and stunningly beautiful. 6’ 2” with a strong jaw, broad shoulders, stunning green eyes that see right through to my soul, and thick jet-black hair that falls to his shoulders. Every once in a while, I look at him and he take my breath away. As we walk through downtown, the moon shining and the stars sparkling above us; he pulls me to him his hand lifting my jaw to look him in the eyes. I melted into a pile of goo at the intense look of hunger and lust in his eyes. He kisses me his strong hands tangling into my hair at the nape of my neck. I mash his body to mine trying to get as close as I can to him. He backs me gently into the brick wall of a building and devours my mouth his tongue dominating mine. We stay locked like that for several glorious minutes until he pulls back both of us gasping for air. He looks around and smiles at me with a dare devil glint in his eye.
My Secret Lover...
MY SECRET LOVER The way we met was so unusual. I went to Books A Million to look for books, which I can spend hours looking through. I was searching for a book on the erotic artist Soyarama, whom I absolutely love. But I was unable to find anything so I went to the help counter and who appeared, but a sweet doe eyed pixie with beautiful eyes and a kewpy doll mouth. I asked about the book and she checked her computer saying they didn’t have it in stock but could order it for me. Since I don’t live in Brunswick I said no, I’d order it local. She asked what kind of book it was and I said he’s an erotic artist and described my favorite picture to her. She then pulled out her favorite “erotic art” book from behind the counter and we began to page through the book. Our conversation flowed so easily and we both seemed very comfortable After finishing looking through the book we talked freely about other things. I asked if she liked poetry and she said yes. So I asked her if she’s ever hear of Punany Poetry and she squealed yes, she’d seen it on “Real Sex on HBO”. We talked about a couple of our favorite episodes and then she asked if I ever heard of the Suicide Girls - I said oh yeah I love them. She told me that she wanted to be one and I said so did I. Now mind you they are very different - in order to become one you have to have either and/or tattoos and piercings. They do pictures and have a traveling erotic show - to which she asked if I ever wanted to go and of course I said yes. I started to show her my tattoos and she came around the counter to show me hers and we talked about our piercing’s and it was just amazing. She loved, what she called, “my garden of Eden” on my left leg. That’s when she asked for my number and quickly gave me hers (plus we exchanged e-mail addresses).