The Wingman: Chapter Three. Cheryl’s Sticky Fingers [MF/F] [Flirty] [Attraction] [Voyeur] [Masturbation] [Female POV]

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Chapter Three: Cheryl

I love having such an active social life! Meeting new and interesting people through various gatherings keeps my life fun. Going clubbing is one of my favorites. It’s the flirting and smiling. Rubbing up against people while dancing, feeling that sexually charged energy is exhilarating for me. I love the chase. I’ve never been one for monogamy, allowing a connection to grow stale or routine. At present, I have several revolving “love” interests. Each connection is a bit different than the next.

My tastes in sexual intimacy come in a variety of flavors. Sometimes I feel a little vanilla, sharing those sweet things often overlooked or scoffed at for being too relationshippy. Something so simple as laying naked together in bed, involved in deep conversation can be such an intimate thing. I appreciate those moments, and they can be just as thrilling as the act of fucking depending on the company.

Rock Out With Your Cock Out [M/F] [Concert Chaos] [Stranger] [Blow Job] [Public] [Torn Fishnets] [Possessive] [Degrading Dirty Talk]

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I love attending concerts. Depending on the act and company, the entire vibe can be different from one show to the next. For this particular adventure, I was flying solo. I need the chaos and edgy vibe of this Punk Show I’ve been looking forward to. The loud music, the smell of smoke machines filling the air for the hyped up crowd. I live for that shit.

Of course I dressed for the occasion…

I’m comfy in one of my many band T-Shirts, short skirt with fishnets, heavier eye make up, black nail polish. I’m feeling so good, oddly relaxed given everything going on around me.

I notice this stranger in a leather jacket…I feel your hungry eyes watching me while I get my drink and find a spot in the pit mashed in with the crowd. We watch each other, smiling, drawing each other in with seductive glances. Not long after the pit starts, you breeze over, take me by the hand, dragging me off to a corner. When you shove me to my knees pinning me against the wall, you tear my shirt exposing a little teasing hint of my cleavage.

The Wingman. Chapter Two: Sam [M/F] [Female POV: Candid Dialogue] [Friends to Lovers] [FWB] [Flirty] [Weed] [Blow Job] [“Fuck Me”] [Casual] [Tease] [Pinned Wrists] [Riding] [Shared Orgasm]

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Chapter Two: Sam’s Perspective

So there I was at this bar, cornered by this guy trying to hook up with me. Some nameless weenie I got stuck talking to because of my roommate and her asshole boyfriend. I’m annoyed. Those two are morons. They fight and make up. Break up and make up. She never shuts up about it. It’s always drama. They wanted to go out tonight, she hounded me to come.

“Come on! It’ll be fun.” She pleaded.

So I caved. As standard procedure, these assholes get into a fight the minute we walk in the door then proceed to spend most of the night in the corner arguing. Enter stage right on cue, whatever his name is, “Dan”….”Dave”. I can’t remember what he said, I was barely listening.

I tried to be polite and blow him off nicely. Start that walk away method, planning to hit him with a “ok nice to meet you” as I escaped. It didn’t work, he followed along.

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MILF+DILF [MF] [Cheating] [DILF Appreciation] [Public] [Oral] [Back Seat Quickie]

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MILF+DILF

I’ve seen you, looking at me during soccer practice. That glance you try not to make obvious while your wife is droning on about shit you clearly don’t care about. She’s obnoxious, everyone sees it, hears it. Such a complainer with drama constantly oozing from her mouth.

This is the second season we’ve been parents on the same team, so I’ve noticed you before. A fixture whose only purpose it seems is to haul the duffle of equipment from your minivan to the field.

Yeah, I’ve watched you, that under appreciated dad with a fat cock bouncing around in your athletic shorts. I’ve thought about it so many times, as depraved as it may be, I’ve wanted to take that dick for a ride. It seems you’ve likely thought about it too. I’ve noticed you sneaking a glimpse of my ass adorned by skin tight leggings. I’ve noticed your eyes scan my form. Maybe memorizing it for later when you fuck your wife, but think about plowing me instead.

The Wingman. Chapter One: Ryan [M/F] [Friends to Lovers] [FWB] [Weed] [Flirty] [Comfortable] [Blow Job] [ThroatPie] [Fingering] [“Fuck Me”] [Slight Denial] [Tease] [Pinned Wrists] [Shared Orgasm] [CreamPie] [Aftercare Snuggles]

**Disclaimer: This is my [OC] published work of fiction and is not to be duplicated or shared to other platforms without my consent. All characters depicted are 18+ as should be the audience. Thanks for reading and enjoy.**

Chapter One: Ryan’s Perspective

I was at this bar with a couple of co-workers having a drink after work. The bar scene isn’t really my thing, so I had planned to only stay for a couple. My eyes wander the scene for some people watching. I notice briefly a couple stools away, this girl getting hit on. Standing with her back to the bar, I sense he’s invading her space. She looks as though she’s uncomfortable, trapped into talking to this guy. She moves to gain space, claims she’s looking for her friends she came with. At this point, I turned my head away trying not to eavesdrop.

Suddenly, I look over as I feel someone nestled up against me, feeling a hand reach underneath my arm which is resting on the bar, then glide down my forearm, coming to rest on my left wrist.

“Oh, you know, I just found my friend, so…” The woman lies, trying to use me in her escape.

Hard At Work [MF] [Male POV] [Slice of Life] [Working from Home] [Oral] [Fingering] [Quiet] [Quickie]

It was just some random Thursday morning, I was on a virtual meeting discussing some work details. Just then, you come strolling out of the bedroom wearing one of your thin tank tops you like and some simple panties. As you walk across the room to the kitchen, your round luscious ass bounces and jiggles.

I stop mid sentence and watch you, then snap back to my task. I was suddenly finding it hard to *really* focus and my eyes keep glancing in your direction.

I watch you move through the motions preparing yourself a cup of coffee. As your panties shift, my cock makes the slightest twitch. You turn around leaning against the counter and take a sip . Your nipples are protruding through your tank top, you glance over to me, see me watching you and shoot me a little grin.

You turn around to face the counter, and stick that juicy ass out. Your head then turns to peer over your shoulder and you give me that smirk. You’re such a fucking tease, just instigating me to misbehave. I’ve already been sporting a little chub since you appeared and I’m feeling so fucking horny. I give you a slight smile as I talk in my meeting giving my input when necessary.

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This Stranger’s Touch. [MF] [MDom] [Female POV][Teasing] [Finger Fucking] [Desperate] [Good Girl][“So Wet”] [Slut] [Denial]

It’s 5:12am according to the glowing red light on the alarm clock in my hotel room.

My eyes are awake, coffee is a thing now. I wander downstairs to the common area, stand in line, and as I rub my eyes I drop my key card. I bend down to pick it up completely forgetting how I’m dressed. Short comfy shorts, and a T shirt with no bra.

Hovering at the crest of my ass, I feel the heat of a body. When I stand up and turn my head slightly, I see a man in my peripheral vision standing rather close. Nearly pressing up against me. Oddly, I didn’t feel it to be an intrusion. He smelled so good, turning me on as I step up to pour my coffee.

Again, as I’m standing there at the counter, I feel him there. His presence, that slight graze over my shorts. My clit starts throbbing, teasing me in my arousal. As I turn to leave, we meet eyes and exchange a small smile before I walk away.

I take my time, just strolling slowly down the hall.

Sharing Becomes Cheating [MF/M] [Reluctance] [Voyeur] [Oral] [Forced Cuckold] [Taunting] [Rough] [Cream Pie]

Ever since she could remember in their relationship Ellen’s husband John had dropped hints at the idea of them engaging in a group experience within their bedroom. In their younger years, she had entertained the idea from time to time, but ultimately felt it would change things too much in its aftermath. He was never really specific as to what he had in mind, she always assumed it was a threesome situation involving another woman. It would make sense as it’s likely the most common fantasy men harbor.

One random Tuesday evening relaxing after dinner, he brought it up again. They were able to speak freely about it keeping dialogue open to specifics, the kids were out with friends for a while so time allowed real conversation about details. She was shocked to learn the scene he was favoring actually involved him observing her with another man.

She immediately shot it down, which inspired his protest.

“Hear me out.” he pleaded.

“I’m just wanting to satisfy a voyeuristic angle.”

“Look at you!” He exclaimed.

My Muse [MF] [Sensual POV] [Seduction] [Making Art] [Gentle] [Clit] [Short]

He asked me if I ever paint in the nude.

Until his question, I hadn’t ever thought about doing it. But what an interesting experience it could be. He’s always been able to find something erotic in every piece I’ve shown him. Seeing past the paint and within my creation. Something of me that lingered. Something sexual I’ve left behind to quench his thirst as he drinks me down. Perhaps there’s nothing really there to ordinary eyes, but because it’s me, he searches for it. And when he points it out, it’s something we share every time we look at it again.

The next time I set up a canvas, he encourages me to make it two, side by side. The erotic journey would be to paint the first while I am pent up. Hungry and desperate for the release an orgasm can provide. The second would be the result piece as I climax leaving me satisfied. Such a delicious way to explore the experience, taking the eroticism of painting nude to a new level.

I mix and set up, then remove my clothes while he takes his voyeuristic role. Watching me as if it’s for the first time. Eager to uncover another facet of me and witness a new experience within my erotic journey he’s already shared countless times.

The Stranger on a Train [MFF] [Public] [Voyeur] [Oral] [Stroking] [Fingering] [Cum Play] [Ass Play] [Riding Cock] [Cream Pie]

My boyfriend Justin and I found ourselves travelling by train overnight to visit family. It’s late, we’re exhausted but not sleepy. My head’s on his shoulder and my hand starts tracing his inner thigh. I feel his cock make an involuntary shift which makes me smile in the dim light of the passenger car.

“I’m feeling very bad.” I whisper.

I can feel him smile at my confession without even looking at him. I start to run my fingertips up further to begin massaging his cock through his pants, helping it grow. I want it, and I’m too impatient to wait.

“Unzip for me baby.” I whimper softly

I hear the zipper and I start to salivate. He retrieves his cock from his pants, already hard for me. I start to stroke him with long slow motions and he exhales deeply. His reaction is always an unspoken compliment I love to hear. His head tilts back and his eyes close in his pleasure.

I notice across the aisle, a woman sitting in the same row, window seat. In the dim lighting of the car I see her form and her deep Auburn hair. She’s wearing a skirt with her legs crossed, my eyes scan them as I stroke Justin’s cock and he makes his little whimpers.