Author: capt_scoundrel

Don’t be Afraid to Ask [MF][anal play][toys][oral]

*Everyone is over 18, the guy is the one taking the toys.*

I had not been feeling well lately, with school and the state of things being what they are. I had been locked in my office for weeks trying to stay on top of responsibilities and had not been a part of the household save for the odd half day of burnout. Fortunately, my fiancée didn’t hold that against me.

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On this night, she invited me to shower, once my classes were done in the evening, saying she needed one and thought I could use the break and despite the press of schoolwork I agree because I’m stressed, not crazy. We washed and talked and as we neared the end, she looked at me and asked if I think she needed to shave everything. We both like her to be smooth but the answer is still of course not. We kissed and she hinted at wanting to do something other than finish her self-pampering in the hot water. I had been thinking the same thing, caught between feeling like the weight of my work is keeping me from reciprocating properly but needing a release from the confines of my emotion. She had been thinking bedroom, but I gave in to me base desires and tell her no, right here. Her small complaint about the noise carrying outside the bathroom is quelled when I tell her she will be quiet with a mouthful of cock. Read more »

A long night with my lover. MF, oral, teasing

I will be jumping more or less right into it. Everyone involved is well over 18.
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I had seen a few exciting things while fooling around online, nothing overt or graphic, but the way my mind is wired I was left turning them over and over all day. The day ahead suddenly seemed to be very long and all I wanted to do was skip right to the bedroom and end the night early. But I had to wait, had to be good for a while, and had to wait out the clock. So when it finally came time to come to bed, I wasn’t exactly tired. I waited until she finished making the bed for us to sleep in and I threw myself down, pulling her on top of me. I reached up and grabbed her hair to pull her lips to mine.

With my free hand I took advantage of the sudden position to explore her body, enjoying her stunned reaction at the turn of the night’s events. I thought of when we started dating, when I wasn’t allowed to grab her butt or breasts, for modesty’ sake, and thought about how electric that made the night to never quite get what you want, and I wanted to pretend I was under the same restrictions to draw the evening out. I wanted to make her need me like I needed her at that moment. Read more »

Teased at a Party MF risky fun

All participants are over 18 years and willing in this tale.

This one is written around buildup and anticipation, so it’s on the slow side. There may be a follow-up for the “after-party”, as it were.

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So you’re at a party, an in and outdoor affair. And we’ve had one or two apiece. My hands are all over you at every opportunity, mostly light caresses here and there, but some of them very inappropriate. Most out of clothes but some are more… exploratory. As the night goes, the touching gets bolder. Running a hand up your breast but pausing to pinch the fabric where you are poking through ever so slightly, rubbing up your thigh as I lean in to talk to you, lingering on the crotch of your pants, or better yet, unfastening the button as I lean in and tell you to leave it as it is. Read more »

Out of the Club and into the Car. MF MF, public

We decided when we started our tour across country that we were off limits to each other. To that end, we had been good. But after spending so much time in a car together, we had devolved into open and honest conversation, spent a lot of time talking about what we liked and didn’t like, and what worked and didn’t work. We hadn’t touched each other, but we were intimate. Several stops across the country had even resulted in one of us having a late night tryst in the car while the other stood watch. We were past the point of awkward, and past the point of shy. Several hotel stops had seen us both naked around the room, carrying on as if nothing was amiss.

This stop, however, was more intense than usual. We had stopped for a couple of days in a medium sized eastern city, traveling up the coast to visit Maine before we cut across the northern side of the States. Rather than head to the hotel, we went out to one of the local clubs, figuring we should see the sights wherever we can. We found some small club towards the edge of the strip, the kind that doesn’t stand out, but is surrounded by enough night life business to always have people coming in and out, and we decided we’d try it. Read more »

A distraction from the day. MF

I’m thinking about you laying you on your belly, trying to relax in this unseasonable heat. I’d come into the room to find you on the bed, topless and in a pair of jeans with you mumbling something at the sound of my footsteps as I sit beside you on the bed, a single cube of ice on my hand. I’d start at the small of your back, the cold bringing out a trail of goosebumps as I trace a path across your skin, in circles first before moving lower, to the hem of your pants and across the waistline. Down to your side and up towards your ribs, then back down, across, and up the other. Back to your spine and up to the shoulders, bringing the shiver up to your head bit by bit. The ice melting against your hot skin as I reach your neck, moving to the outside, behind the ear, before curving all the way back down and under your shoulder, almost along the side to your breast, then back up, to the other ear and back down, under the other shoulder before discarding the cube and watching your body shudder with the sensation. Read more »

“Rum”, MF

Yadda Yadda, over 18, mostly fiction, etc lol. Constructive criticism always welcome.

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There’s maybe a dozen people over tonight for a cookout planned three weeks ago. Everyone brought something to the party, you brought rum. It has been a while since I’ve had rum, mostly because I feel like I get into trouble with it. When you tell me you hid it for us to drink, I know you are hoping for trouble. Read more »

Regret, MF

All participants in this imaginary tale are imagined well over the age of consent (18).

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The last time we talked, I talked you into our old bad habits. Into being bad again for the sake of pleasure. I know were miles away, and I know it’s just text, but being bad is addicting. And when you caved I knew we were going to have fun, and text each other to an orgasm or two apiece. But something always comes up, and you told me you were going to take your toy for a joyride.

I wanted so bad to hear from you again, while you fucked yourself. To read your messages as you imagined what I would say. What I would do to you. I know I was in a compromising situation, but that’s what makes it fun. I wanted to send you a message about what I was imagining, about what I wanted to be doing. But you stopped responding as I imagine you were watching a video and cumming with your toy buried inside you.

So here’s what I am thinking about now. Read more »

Dreams are weird [MF watersports]

They rarely have a preamble, and they’re hard to hang on to, but I remember her well. Short Chestnut hair, a mousey face with a cute button nose. She wore a pink blouse over white denim shorts. But what stuck me most was what she was doing.

The conversation was light, talking about family coming down for the holiday, trying to figure out what we were going to do with them. Where would they start, what fun things can we do, what would we feed them, and the like. The conversation was a bit difficult to have, however, as she had to pull her mouth away from my cock every time she wanted to speak. This naturally made it difficult for me as well, having a dainty face staring up at me, a thin film of spit dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she slowly pushes me down her throat. I was a bit hampered as well, by a pressing need to pee, as well, though I was largely unconcerned with it. Read more »