My roommate recently broke up with his girlfriend. I have a huge crush on him though so, I’ve been trying to help him get through it. Apparently, she cheated on him with one of his friends and he’s not the type to tolerate that. Once he found the nudes on her phone, it was like his heart completely expelled her from it. If I hadn’t seen how good he was to her, I would assume he never loved her at all.
“Hey, do you want to watch a movie with me?” I’m in the kitchen finishing dishes when I hear him call out. It’s been raining a lot lately so today is the perfect day to just stay in.
“Of course. Which one did you pick? Should I make popcorn?” He shouts some title and a “yes, please” back to me and I go in the pantry to get the popcorn bags. While opening the microwave to put the bag in, I hear my roommate laugh and say, “Is this letter from you? It’s got my name on.” Immediately my mind shoots to the letter I wrote him as an exercise to tell him how I felt. I wrote some really nasty things in there, there’s no way I can let him read that!
“Hey, wait!! That’s nothing, just give it to me!” I ran into the living room and pounced on him. My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist. Thankfully, he didn’t have a great grip on the letter so I was able to snatch it out of his hand. I jumped down and ran to the bathroom, locking the door quickly behind me. I hear a loud thud before my roommate starts yelling into the door.
“Why did you take it like that?! I just want to see what it says; I mean, it is addressed to me! Come on, just open the door!” His knocks were rhythmic, doing 3 at a time in a steady beat. My face was burning red and I think I was starting to sweat. Knowing he was never going to let this go, I reluctantly opened the door and told him that I’d prefer to read to it to him. His face lit up before he spun around to take a seat on the couch. I nervously walked to the other side of him and took the letter out of my pocket.
“Alright, here it is.” I said while unfolding it.
“I know you just broke up with your girlfriend and you’re not ready for a relationship or anything but, I can’t help myself. I’ve had a crush on you since I moved in and I can’t stop thinking about you. I love how you laugh with such a perfect smile, I love the way you smell and how your body looks wrapped in a towel. You get me so turned on when we’re alone. Every time we watch movies together, I start to zone out and day dream about what it would feel like to have you on top of me. I imagine you leaning over and kissing me out of no where, lifting up my shirt and sucking on my titties. I just know the way your tongue feels on my nipples would make me gush in between my legs.”
My face is bright red and I can’t bring myself to look up. This is the most mortifying thing I’ve ever had to do. I should start making a packing list of all my things now, there’s no way he’s going to want to keep living with me after this.
“I think about you pulling my pants off and slipping your fingers inside me. My pussy squeezes just imagining it. I want to feel your tongue on my clit and your dick inside me. I want to feel you thrust in me over and over again. I want to hear your moans as you get closer and closer to cumming inside me. I want you to know what it feels like to fuck me while I’m getting off on your dick. Some nights, I’ve thought about sneaking into your room to wake you up with a blow job so you’ll fuck me after. God, I hope this doesn’t mess up what we have, I just had to get it all out.”
The letter is done and I’m standing in front of him still, too embarrassed to see his reaction. I keep looking down, waiting for him to say something. A moment of long silence is followed by creaking noises coming from the couch. I’m finally able to look up and he’s standing, staring at me like he’s thinking about jumping on me. Looking down a bit, I see his pants are tight around his leg with an extra long bump on one side. Wait, is this really going to work in my favor?
Author: _itsreallytaylor
Jealous Wife Fucks Husband After He Gets Hit On By A Model
Listening to my heels clank down the steps of the museum’s entrance, I slid into the limo in one swift move, completely flustered by that woman’s remarks. My husband is a very successful man, he breathes his work. The dedication he has to solving the world’s problems gets him awards, money, and recognition. The fame isn’t always fun though. Women that make me question my own sex appeal take notice to my husband’s charms. I never worry, he is completely obsessed with me. I make sure of that as often as he wants.“I’m just saying I didn’t appreciate her tone, is all. The way she phrased her requests seemed inappropriate to say to a man whose wife is beside him.” Having an argument about it only seemed natural. He liked the jealous side of me; made him feel wanted and loved. I didn’t want him to know just yet that sexy women showing my man any interest makes me worried; I need proof he still wants me.“She meant nothing by it, honey. Really. She talks like that with everyone, you know that. Don’t be jealous, I only have eyes for you.” He bent over and started kissing me. His lips trailed from mine to my neck, to my chest and I sighed. Feeling the warmth of him filled my body with the color yellow and fall in love with him all over again. I took his head in my hands and stared into his eyes. I know it’s cliche but, I swear, I’ve never seen kinder ones than his. I never have anything to worry about, he is my safety.Standing in the living room as I put down my bag and slip off my heels, I think back to the model that hit on my husband. Her hair was long, brown, and silky. Her face was perfectly proportioned, eyes an incredible almond shape and sage green in the iris’. Her lips were much more plump than mine, I can see how you’d want to imagine your cock between them. Her body was flawless, she honestly reminded me of an hour glass. I looked into the mirror in my bathroom and noticed my own features. Not nearly as perfect as hers but, I knew just what to do with my body to make any man feel intoxicated.“Babe, I need help with my dress. I think the zipper is stuck.” Another thing I do for him. He loves taking my clothes off and I love watching his reaction when he throws piece by piece to the floor. I hear foot steps get louder and move my hair out of the way so he can see. Before he begins pulling at the zipper, he puts his dick on my ass and holds me from behind. His hands run around to my stomach and slowly up to my tits.“Why did you wear a bra tonight, you know I prefer them free.” He pouts as he squeezes the bra with both hands.“I had to with this dress, otherwise everyone would’ve been able to see my nipples. You wouldn’t want that right?” We’re both ridiculously possessive of each other so I already know the answer. He moves my bra to the side, cupping my tits underneath while shaking his head from side to side. He begins to unzip me and help me out of my dress. The first thing to hit the floor is my bra. I see his face change from impatient to hungry as he stares at my now exposed chest and upper abdomen. He presses his dick to my ass again, firmer this time. His hands lightly graze over my hard nipples before he proceeds to pull the rest of my clothes off.I turn to face him and start kissing him passionately. His hands grab at my ass cheeks and I push him onto the bed. I straddle him, sitting on his lap while he starts to finger me. All I can think about is the model again and my pussy clenches.“I want to make you feel good. You know I love you more than anything, right?” I keep eye contact and kneel down on the floor in front of him. He nods slowly, sucking his lower lip in to keep from showing too much excitement. I grab his dick and lick the shaft to get it wet first. I start giving him wet kisses on the head and he starts making breathy moans. I love the sounds he makes. I then start to pull him into my mouth, going as far down as I can. I go slow for most of it because I want him to be able to feel every bit of my tongue and throat.“Ugh, baby you’re the best.” He says softly. I can tell he’s just watching me so, I meet my eyes with his and start twisting my hands around his shaft. Feeling him get harder makes me so wet, I moan while getting ready to lap up all of his cum. His moans get louder and his hand rests on the back of my head while he explodes into my mouth. As his body starts to shake, I keep sucking, wanting to get every last drop. As I come back up, my face is completely covered in spit and milky white ejaculate. He smiles big at me and grabs my arm to throw me on the bed. He’s never satisfied by just one orgasm, now he needs my pussy to really relax him.I bend over and stick my ass in the air. My back is arched enough that he starts eating it from the back. My body quivers as I hold onto the sheets. Being so turned on already from the blow job, I cum in no time flat. He flips me over and puts me on top of him. His dick slides inside me and I lock eyes with him as I grind my hips. I put my hand over his neck, and tell him how much I love him. How good he feels inside me. I tell him how sexy he is and how amazing I feel getting to be with him. At that moment, he sits up and holds me around the waist. His head is against my chest as he slowly strokes my pussy. The passion between us in this moment is tangible. His love shoots inside me, filling me with warmth. My body responds to his as if waiting for direction, climaxing in total sync.His hands find my face and we sit, forehead to forehead for a while. Just appreciating the other, allowing the energy to speak for us. I am completely wrapped up in him and he in I. The image of the model watching us make love the way we just did comes to mind and I feel a burning between my legs again. I wish he could be inside me forever.
Tricked Into Webcam Sex
A few months ago, I was in the worst position of my life. The bills were stacking up, my job wasn’t paying enough even working full time, and I absolutely hated the idea of working paycheck to paycheck for the rest of my life. I saw a lot of videos scrolling through TikTok that talked about selling feet pics, panties, nudes, etc and it seemed like an easy opportunity. I got to work on my instagram uploading pictures and it wasn’t long before I had guys in my DM’s.
Some guy named Jimmy (I doubt that was his real name anyway) started messaging me asking if I’d ever thought about doing porn/self pleasure or adult modeling. When I finally had the courage to respond back, I was really only open to doing the modeling and maybe self pleasure. After some questioning and “proof” being shown, Jimmy told me he would need to do a pre-interview over webcam. He said he had to make sure I was comfortable taking my clothes off for someone else and that I could be sexy when under pressure. Seemed legit enough to me so, I agreed and told him I would message him when I got home.
A couple hours later, Jimmy is messaging me nonstop about how excited he is to see me. I supposed the constant messaging should’ve been my second hint that this was fake but, I digress. When I was finally home, I had to get ready first. I left my bra and panties off, assuming they would just make the process take longer. I really wanted to impress him, so I put on a tight tank top and shorts way too small for me.
Red flag number three was that his webcam was apparently broken. I was too nervous and honestly, kind of turned on by the whole thing that I ignored it. The biggest reason I was doing this was because he said I could be making over $1200 a week taking pictures and masterbating on camera. I knew I would never find a respectable job that ever paid that much without a degree and I was still a bit off from mine so I couldn’t turn it down. The call connected and I was met with a black screen and only the messaging side bar to talk to him on.
He told me to strip naked first. I stepped back a ways from the camera and pulled my tank top over my head first. I caught my tits right as the shirt hem went under them and was pleased to feel the bounce as the shirt released them. After my shirt was on the floor, I bent over so all you saw was my ass as I dropped my shorts. I gave it a little shake and turned back to face the camera. His comments just said things like “amazing”, “I’m so hard”, and “spin around so I can see it all”.
“Is this what you had in mind when you found me on instagram?” I asked to make sure he was enjoying the show. He messaged back saying he thought I looked better than he imagined and was ready for the self pleasure portion. I took my computer and set it on the bed and grabbed my vibrator. I positioned everything so the webcam was pointed right at my pussy (you could see my face and tits too) and started with my fingers first. I wanted him to be able to see the juice pour out and see my clit as I circled it. Thinking about him watching me made me squeeze and release; it wasn’t long before I was moaning and breathing heavily.
Watching the chat bar, he sent me a message saying he wanted to see how many fingers I could fit inside myself. I put my index finger deep inside, counting each finger consecutively as I slipped them in as well. After my pinky was in, I was ready for the vibrator. He messaged saying he wanted to watch me cum and I wasn’t about to disappointed. I used my vibrator to circle my clit, pulling the juice from my pussy up to make it look sopping wet. The shine coming off my lips was dazzling and only made me wetter. I imagined him at home, watching me and touching himself at the same time and my pussy gave one more squeeze before going crazy. My clit was suddenly sensitive and you could see the shine as I did involuntary kegels, unable to stop from the pleasure of my orgasm.
A few seconds later, a chat came onto the bar and said “Good girl. That was absolutely amazing.” He then sent a picture of his dick shooting out come strings. I was impressed to say the least. He messaged me more about money and what it would be like coming to the studio and performing. I was excited, thinking I’d finally found something I was good at naturally. It felt like my world was being saved, fuck what everyone else was going to think of me. We said our goodbyes and this asshole got nudes from me all the way up until the day I was supposed to be receiving my check for the webcam interview. He stopped answering my texts and deleted his profile on Instagram. So disappointing.
Screwing My Tattoo Artist
Back a few years ago, I started seeing ass tattoos every where. I, myself have several tattoos so it’s become something of an addiction. My time lines are filled with inspiration for the next one and for some reason, I started getting lots of posts come up of pictures of women with intricate designs on their hip going to the butt cheek, sometimes down the thigh even. I had to admit, it was really sexy and I wanted one. Once I found the picture of a line drawn flower design, I called up my tattoo artist and made the appointment.
I walked into the shop and was greeted by Teddy. Most of my work of previous tattoos are from him so, I have a great amount of faith in his abilities. He walked me over to a table with curtains hanging around it, like they have around hospital beds for a bit more privacy. He told me to take my pants off with a serious face and lingering stare. I held his eyes for a moment, wondering if he was meaning to watch me. The idea sent tingles to my stomach, which made my nipples hard. I think I wanted him to watch me.
Before he turned around, I started unbuttoning my jeans, holding his stare still. He could see the green lace from my panties poke over the top and down the center pants hem as I pulled the zipper lower. His eyes stayed on me as he looked slowly down my torso, stopping at my tits and mound. The tingles turned into full on pussy gripping aches as I realized he wanted me. Right then, my attention went to his beard and how much I wanted to sit on and drench it for him.
“Did you wear a thong like I asked you to?” He said as he turned to get the needles and ink ready. His words sounded so orderly, I couldn’t think twice before muttering, “Yes, Daddy” in a pathetic voice. He lifted his head with a snap and turned to look at me again. I was too embarrassed to ask if he heard me so, I just said yes. He blew air through his nose as if laughing and went back to setting up. I sat on the table in just my panties and a t-shirt. My bra was thin enough to see my nipples even through my shirt, I suddenly felt so exposed.
“Go ahead and lay on your stomach. Which side are we doing?” I told him the right side and he grabbed me, putting me in position. His hands found my waist and then my inner thigh, close enough to my pussy to feel the heat. My clit was swelling from the contact and the dominance. He moved me with such ease, before I knew it, my ass was in the air and he was rubbing it with an alcohol wipe. The cold from the alcohol was invigorating as he circled the cloth around my ass cheek. He was very thorough, making sure to get in each crevice.
He gave me a small but firm pat on the ass cheek when he was satisfied with its disinfection and I accidentally let out a surprised “Oh”! He blew air through his nose again before asking me if I liked to be spanked. I figured, since my cheeks were already out, I’d try to be cheeky and replied “only when you do it hard enough to make my ass red.” He paused, looking taken aback and turned on at the same time. I felt his hand still touching the spot on my ass he was going to tattoo, grip a little which turned me on so much I started getting wet. My pussy is like a waterfall when I’m turned on so I knew it was only a matter of time before he could see it seep through my panties. I ran through all the ways this could play out and I was determined to have his cock inside me before I left.
“Let me know if this is hurting you, okay?” I nodded and he started getting to work. Thinking about him staring at my ass while he was drawing the lines made me want to shake it in his face but, I didn’t want him to mess up. A few minutes into the process, I tell him I need to stop for a moment. He turns the machine off and that’s when I started. I rocked my hips back and forth, the fat on my ass jiggling as it tried to keep up with my movement. “Ooowwwweeee, I didn’t think this would hurt so bad.” His eyes were glued to my ass while his hand started rubbing the middle of his pants. Even from here, I could see his dick was hard. Looking at it made me salivate and my tongue start rubbing against the roof of my mouth.
I smiled at him when his eyes finally met mine and jumped off the table, my tits bounced as I touched the ground. The curtains were already closed around us so I told him to keep quiet as I knelt down. He watched me in amazement, probably thanking God or something that he came to work today. My pussy was pulsing watching his face melt into pleasure as I took him into my mouth. Licking the shaft up to the head and then making the head disappear over and over drove him to long, drawn out moans. As I bobbed my head, my tongue was doing a flipping thing that caressed his length and my hands did a twisting motion. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my face, my pussy was reeling from the switch of control. I wanted him to fuck me like he owned me.
Before he could come, he stopped me and picked me up from under my arms. He tossed me on the table and threw my legs open. He licked his fingers before reaching into my panties and put 3 fingers in me. Once he felt how wet I was naturally, he looked at me and smiled. We both knew the extra lube from the spit was completely unnecessary, my pussy was drenched in juices. He tore off my panties and put his face between my thighs. He sucked on my clit and then bit my thighs which made my body shake. Unlike him, I couldn’t hold back and came hard on his tongue. He didn’t relent his licks but my clit was so sensitive from coming that I tried to push his head away. He grabbed my thighs and held me there, the sensation overwhelmed me. I had to scream but before I could, his hand was over my mouth. I screamed into his palm and he finally stopped.
By this point I was completely breathless. He picked me up and sat me on his lap. His cock slipped between my pussy lips and inside. We both sighed from the pleasure while he started with slow strokes. As I bounced on him, he lifted up my shirt and sucked on my nipple while squeezing the other. He then grabbed my ass cheeks and thrusted faster inside me. My titties were jiggling in his face giving him something to stare at as he came inside me. Hard.
Once we were cleaned up, he finished the work and told me how long it would take to heal/how to clean it. I told him I had fun and that if he ever wanted to hook up again, just text me. He felt the same and we parted ways. I think my next tattoo will be under my tits, what do you think?
Locker Room Secrets
I like to go to the gym late at night when no one else is there. Being a woman, you never know what kind of creeps you could be running into so I just play it safe. It’s also better for time’s sake; no one is on a machine I need at 3am.
As I begin my warm up for chest day, I notice I’m not alone tonight. To my left, standing by the dumbbell rack, I see a guy putting his head phones in. He looks to be about 6’5 with a tattoo sleeve from his right shoulder to his wrist. His skin is a warm amber color, his eyes are dark brown with thick, long lashes, and his lips are pillow soft. I immediately wonder how they would feel pressed against me, running up and down my warm clit and thick thighs. His head squished between my softest parts looks insanely hot in my mind. Before I can look away, our eyes meet and I start to feel this chaotic energy bubble up inside me. I couldn’t look away for about 3 seconds – enough time for him to give me a smirk that sent lightning bolts through my lower stomach. My cheeks run hot with blood and I instantly feel my pussy get slick. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to feel the seem of my overly-tight leggings in between my pussy lips. I picked a bad night not to wear underwear because I’m sure some of my juices will start to seep through if I don’t stop.
Attempting to pull myself together and center my thoughts, I lay back and start my sets. 3 reps in and I feel a gaze on me. My concentration is broken after 6 so I put the bar up. As I look around to make sure I’m not being watched, I catch a glimpse of those eyes again. Is he trying to make it look like I pissed myself? Seeing that his stare was confident and unrelenting, I felt somewhat exposed. A part of me hoped he knew my secret. That he’s the only man who’s ever made me this sopping wet. His energy, even from across the room, felt tingly in every place I wanted to be tickled. I had to find my voice before he could smell my lust.