Author: Crypticeroticism

A One Night Stand

I wake up because I am cold. The room is dark apart from the occasional flashing of cars’ headlights splashing on the window from the street and the soft nightlight glowing in the bathroom.  I am a little foggy and I look to my left. Roger, at least I am fairly sure that is his name, has the blankets wrapped all around him. The air conditioner is grinding away, the knob set to high up to one side of the sliding doors.

Roger turned it on when we were both overheated from the hot sex we willingly engaged in sometime after midnight. My bladder is announcing my need to visit the bathroom, so I slip off my side of the bed, go turn off the air conditioner and then continue to the bathroom to relieve myself.

The bathroom is clean in that superficial way that motels have of cleaning things. The tub has a bright ruddy and the shower curtain droops with two missing hooks. I feel dirty and I long to take a shower. I am being fastidious, I am sure, but I can smell his cum drifting up from between my legs, he must have filled my pussy with his spunk. I blink and then think that I can smell that female fishiness I sometimes smell on the guys after they have been in me. Read more »

A Dirty Old Man [MF]

Hank Martin crouched in the bushes on Dundee Hill. Below the sixty-seven-year-old man was the pond at the back of his neighbour’s large property. A few ducks swam along one shore. They were not what Hank was watching.

The object of Hank’s attention was Natalie O’Connell, his neighbour’s niece. The pretty twenty-year-old was sitting on the bank of the pond, dangling her feet in the water. She wore tight cutoffs and a little pink tube top that struggled to hold on to her large tits. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail.

Spying on young women was not usually Hank’s thing. However, Natalie had caught his fancy that summer. When Hank discovered her frequent visits to the pond, he had started making sure his afternoon walks went through the neighbouring corner of his own property. On previous occasions, he had seen Natalie skinny-dipping both alone and with a young man, presumably her boyfriend.

Natalie stood and stripped off her top. Hank leaned in, gazing wistfully at her boobs. The young woman’s tits were the most beautiful he had seen in years. She ran her hands over her torso, with special attention to her breasts, then unzipped her shorts. Hank licked his lips as the cutoffs slid to the ground, leaving Natalie wearing only a lacy pink thong. Read more »