Shopping Day [F22/M22][Blowjob, non-consensual]

The boy – who answers to the name of Bill – has gone to pick up the girl – whom we will call Bella – to go shopping. Bella, a girl from a well-to-do family, 5’9” tall, with fine, straight brown and half-long hair, was waiting for him, eager to start pulling out the credit card that her daddy filled out for her, as he does at the beginning of every month.

They are both 22 years old.

Both have been confidants and lifelong companions.

And nothing more.

Both have entered a store in a shopping mall.

It’s late. The store is going to close.

Bella has decided, for a bit of fun, take a small thong and make the gesture of trying it on. Nothing unusual if it weren’t for the fact that she has hidden them crumpled and with the intention of taking them out without paying.

Bill laughed at Bella’s witticism. He loves that even though she is a daddy’s girl with a settled life, sometimes she breaks the rules.

Now they are very sorry because the security guard – we’ll call him Julius – has caught them red-handed on their way out of the store.

Coffee, with hot milk, please [MF]

Coffee without milk, please.

It’s been three weeks since the restaurant where I usually go to eat closed. It’s been three days since the new owners reopened and today, for the first time in three years, I’ve been without a table. Surely all of you, like me, will wonder the reason for such success: the new cook, some of you will say. The raw material used. The new prices. The new colour of the walls… you’re all wrong, except for those of you who point out the new waitress: a 25-year-old hottie with long brown hair and the body of a nymph. And not because she’s good at serving, or fast, which she is. It’s all because of her firm and round breasts like a peach, a wasp waist, a perfect ass, a toasted skin, smooth and slender shoulders… Cristina, that’s her name.

I realized that she was the reason, the day I realized that I was the only woman in the restaurant, except for her, and that I was also the only one who didn’t look at her when she approached to serve me, or when she turned her back on me to go back to the bar. Or if she did look at her, I was the only one who looked at her over her chin.

First (19F) time backdoor [FM]

Yes, I was only 19 years old and the guy I liked had hooked up with one of my friends and I… that same night, I sought shelter in the arms and between the legs of a taxi driver. It’s the side effects of getting caught by a guy who didn’t deserve it but… that’s how we are.

After the taxi driver came a waiter, a doctor, a DJ, a fireman, a worker and many more that I didn’t even know what they did for a living. Almost every weekend I passed at least one by the stone. And without repeating. The truth is that I was entertained hehe, I didn’t care what people thought, it was my way of feeling loved and desired.

I remember one night, Miguel and Monica were eating each other’s faces, laughing and touching each other. I was sick to my stomach with so much sweet love and, in order not to see them, I ended up taking refuge under the DJ’s table. On my knees I followed the rhythm of the music with my mouth while his cock went in and out faster and faster and harder.

Under the table [FM]

Hello, my name is Bella. I’m 34 years old and married. I hope you like what I’m going to tell you. Every time I remember it, I get so horny that I have no choice but to masturbate.

First of all, I will confess you something. During my ten years of marriage, I have never been unfaithful to my husband. Only once while we were dating, I cheated on him with an Italian guy, who I jerked off and gave a blowjob. This barely counts as cheating though; it did not last long as this lazy guy came in my mouth after just two or three licks.

Let’s get to the topic: a few months ago my husband and I went to have dinner with a group of friends we had been planning to go out with for a long time. I was very excited for the night out, but I also had another motivation, Lewis my coworker. He was going to come with us too. His girlfriend, Emily, would not be able to make our night out due to work. As you can imagine, I took care to call and make sure she knew not to worry because Lewis would be with good friends and we would return him safe and sound.

Fantasy in working hours [M32F37]

*Those military green cotton pants reach perfection when they reach your ass: two domes of perfect proportions softly coming out in a way only direct skin contact can achieve. Against the light is intuited the most delicate and most appetizing fabric that a man can imagine between two buttocks. A tiny piece of triangular underwear impregnated with a scent that drives me crazy. I’d love to see her strip: her hands pulling on the sides, her but crack getting longer, and the center of the clothing getting caught and bitten by the lips of her sex as they wet it with their thick, slippery fluid. And then she would bend down to accompany it to her feet, and her dark interior would appear before my eyes, wrinkled and closed like the beak of a balloon but delicious as a plate of seafood…*

And that’s where it ends.

I can’t believe what I read on that computer screen. I don’t have to look at myself. I already know the color of the pants I wear and what kind my underwear is. I know that’s me.

After the first moments of surprise, I find myself nervous, heated, and with my armpits and back covered with a cold sweat.

Photoshoot for my boyfriend [MMF]

//Storie fixed to accomplish rules (3,11)

*Two friends were going to take erotic pictures of me as a gift for my boyfriend, but the situation went out of control…*

My name is Bella. I have been living in Barcelona for three years now, and I love the city. I am 37 years old, and I work as a nurse in a well-known hospital.

For you to picture me, I will describe myself (although my boyfriend helped me, I promise you he did not lie at all) as a girl who has always been very attractive, dark-skinned, brown eyes (inherited from my mother, who is from the north of Spain) and long, curly brown hair. My man’s really great.

I have a firm belly, I’m skinny, with normal breasts and a big booty. I’m a little embarrassed to describe myself using these words, but my boyfriend insisted that it is important that you obtain an accurate image from me, and that if I put aside the false modesty, I can say that I am very fortunate for having this body.

Photoshoot for my boyfriend [MMF]

*Two friends were going to take erotic pictures of me as a gift for my boyfriend, but the situation went out of control…*

My name is Bella. I have been living in Barcelona for three years now, and I love the city. I am 37 years old, and I work as a nurse in a well-known hospital. This story hasn’t happened (yet), but it’s a fantasy that an ex-boyfriend told me once, and I have become obsessed with it.

We thought about the story together, but it reflects what the most extrovert part of me really wants. That part of me that only comes out once in a while, that makes me feel completely free and wonderfully feminine.

I hope this actually happens (either with boys or with girls, if I have to be absolutely straight with you) one day, but for now I’m content with sharing it, which is something that really turns me on.

For you to picture me, I will describe myself (although my boyfriend helped me, I promise you he did not lie at all) as a girl who has always been very attractive, dark-skinned, brown eyes (inherited from my mother, who is from the north of Spain) and long, curly brown hair. My man’s really great.

[MFM] Forbidden sex, my beginning

This was my first “forbidden” sex relationship and adventure with my husband’s best friend when he visited us.

My story took place many years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was my first experience into the side of “forbidden” sex, if you want to look at it in that way.

I am a happily married woman with a tall and very handsome man. For me, he is an excellent lover, as well as a good friend and partner. I am brunette, dark hair, tall, with a quite acceptable body, good enough for many men who turn around to look at me, checking my booty and legs carefully.

When this story happened, I enjoyed a relatively full active sexual life with James (my husband), and contrary to my friends with partners sexual life, it has been increasing until today.

At that time, I was only practicing simple and classic sex, just with my partner and using basic positions: Missionary, doggy style and cowgirl, but… something happened that changed that vision forever.

My way of dressing never was excessively provocative, except for some occasions when I put on tight leggings, which sensually marked my pelvis and my booty, especially revealing my small underwear, which my husband loved.