Author: anonfiction

Caught filming her ass…

Spring is in the air as most guys you are excited for the nicer weather and the sundresses and yoga pants that come along with it. You have a ‘taboo’ fetish for candid videos of nice asses. Occasionally you’ll secretly film your own and masturbate to them when you get home.

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You see a beautiful woman with a perfect, tight, round ass, and feel compelled to take out your phone and utilize the opportunity discreetly.

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She is petite—but in an ‘average’ healthy looking sort of way—with short brown hair (like Uma Thurman in pulp fiction) and blue eyes; her breasts sit high on her chest and look like the perfect handful. She has a wholesome waist to hip ratio and a thigh gap you could fit your entire hand in between.

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You follow her into a coffee shop and get in line behind her—why not coffee is always good. You both pick up your coffee and start to walk out. She notices that you are following her rather closely and looks back a few times. In front of the café, she turns around and says,

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Your ex. (m/f . m-pov)

You are back in your hometown because it’s been too long, and you need to visit family. You get a text from your ex-girlfriend—which is weird because you never talk anymore. She says she heard you are in town and wanted to know if you’d like to get together for a coffee or ‘something.’

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You agree to do it because it’s been a long time and you genuinely would love to know how she is doing. You make plans to meet the next day at the pub you used to go to all the time together—you don’t look too much into that because there aren’t very many good places to go.

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You arrive first because of course, you are the one who waits for her. She walks into the pub looking more beautiful than you remember. She has a smile that could bring you to your knees—it often did. She’s wearing bright red lipstick and a sundress that delicately drapes over the curves of her hips and breasts. Your heart skips a beat. Did she always look this good?

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Caught stroking to her pictures (mpov) Your college friend

You met her briefly in your first year of College; she had a wide-eyed innocence to her. She almost looks as if she is in shock of the world always. You never forgot her, because you instantly thought she was cute and how could you forget a face like that? Wide blue eyes, with perfect full lips and a pale complexion that looks soft as silk.

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You have run into her a few times, but nothing came of it. Now in your later years, you have a few classes with her and have become, if not close friends, ‘study buddies’ at least. She still looks as adorable as when you met her; her ‘freshman five’ seems to have all gone to her ass—you have no complaints about that.

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You finish a study session with her at your apartment. She yawns and says it’s probably time for her to get home and go to sleep. You agree that it’s getting late and show her out of your place. (“Show her out” is a joke because you live in a bachelor apartment and its one fucking room)

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The androgynous college girl…(m/f mpov)

You have a few hours between classes, so you go to your usual spot to get some homework done. She wasn’t the type of girl that you would usually be attracted to. She had a somewhat androgynous look to her; short hair, small stature no makeup whatsoever. Her clothes were too big for her in an attempt to hide any sort of feminine figure. This only piques your curiosity and makes the mystery more intriguing. She wears those ‘harem’ pants that most hippie women wear—you had to google them to give them a name. They are soft fabric and drape over the ass in the perfect way that you can see her cheeks sway and jiggle with each step.

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You sit next to her and say ‘Hi, I hope you don’t mind if I sit here.’ She smiles and nervously shuffles her stuff to make room for you. Sitting with her legs crossed she angles her body towards yours. She is reading some book about the environment—you find it a tedious subject, but you inquire anyways. Exchanging a few anecdotes on the subject you both laugh and carry on working.

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Morning Commute

You take the same train to work every day with the same group of tired faces and weary movements. There is a particular woman—maybe a few years older than you—that draws your attention every time. She sits with perfect posture and wears tight fitting pencil skirts usually with a white blouse undone just a little. She must be of Irish decent; she has beautiful long red hair and green eyes. She always looks like she has it together.

One morning she sits in front of you. You can’t help but stare. Your eyes move from her perfect little mouth—which always seems to be smirking—down her long pale neck. She shuffles in her purse for a moment and you can see in between the folds of her blouse. She is wearing a light blue lace bra and you think you see a little bit of her pink nipple. Everything about her looks soft and intended.

You hear the click of her purse and see that she is looking directly at you. You awkwardly smile and look out the window.

Moments later you feel her leg brush against yours. You glance down as she crosses her legs. You catch a glimpse of the top of her knee-high stockings and (of course) her panties match her bra. Read more »

Your friends pantie drawer (best case scenario)

She asked you to look after her cat for the weekend; you hate the little bastard, but you agree to it—she is your best friend after all. You routinely show up at her place and feed the indifferent, ungrateful little monster, and occasionally glance into her room with a certain voyeuristic desire.

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On Sunday you decide to act on your impulse and slowly walk into her room. Your heart is beating fast as you open the top drawer of her dresser. You nervously pick through her panties and bras. Everything seems smaller than you expected. How does she get that beautiful ass into these? They are what you’d expect: plain white granny panties to pink barely-there thongs. You dig towards the back and find some black lace panties with a transparent back.

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You lightly wrap it around your now hard cock and start to stroke it with them. You close your eyes and imagine that one night the two of you were both particularly vulnerable. She sent you a text late at night, and you knew exactly what she wanted. You recall her legs up over your shoulders looking you in the eyes and sucking on your fingers while you slide in and out of her. You both never really talk about it, but you fantasize about it often. Read more »

Your Instagram Crush (m/f POV) public

A silly one…

**Your Instagram Crush**

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She’s from your town, and you’re not sure how you started following her, but she is so beautiful that she occupies your thoughts constantly. She usually posts fairly modest pictures—that’s partly why you find her so attractive—but she recently went on vacation and was very liberal with posting photos on the beach. Her ass is just as full and perfect as you thought. She is curvy and fit with everything in perfect proportion.

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You haven’t come that hard in a long time.

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She had liked a few of your photos and even a selfie you posted when you were feeling particularly handsome. You wonder if perhaps she had the same sort of thoughts towards you?

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You get on the bus to go home from work and sit at the back. A few stops later your heart skips a beat as she gets on the bus and sits next to you. She looks at you with a hint of recognition in her eyes and smiles at you.

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“Hey, don’t I know you?” You ask—pretending you didn’t immediately recognize her. Read more »