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Forbidden Lust – Anticipation [Caught Masturbating][phone sex][MF][][school girl][18 years old][tease]

It was Christmas Eve the first time Cara and I had sex. A week earlier, she had walked in on me masturbating. Instead of turning around, she’d gotten curious and decided to lend a hand. After that night, we continued to tease and tempt one another. Fucking one another was inevitable.

There were a thousand reasons to worry about the future. I knew what was happening between us was more than just impulsive fun. Cara and I were drawn to one another. That came with challenges.

I was a junior attending college in another city, and she was still in high school and living at home. She was also my aunt’s stepdaughter. We’d practically grown up together. Nobody in our family would approve of us together. I couldn’t just call up and ask her on a date or drop by to hang out.

Instead of worrying, I was surprisingly relaxed. Before we fucked, I was worried that she was just curious or even bored and I was a distraction. I thought about her constantly and longed to be with her, but I didn’t know if she felt the same way. Read more »

Forbidden Lust – Getting Caught Masturbating Leads to Oral Sex [caught][MF][panties][school girl][18 years old][tease][sneaking]

I woke up on Christmas Eve to the sound of someone knocking on the door. It was after nine o’clock. I was asleep in a guest room in my uncle’s basement. Next to me was a pair of my panties that were stiff with my dried cum. Cara had used them the night before to give me a handjob while everyone else in the house was asleep. It was the third time in less than a week. The first time was right after she caught me jacking off in her basement.

At first, I felt guilty. Cara was only eighteen years old. She was still in high school. And she was my aunt’s step-daughter. We weren’t blood-relatives, but it was still an unusual situation. I’d known her since she was in elementary school. Our family thought it was cute that she had a crush on me growing up, but an actual relationship would have been scandalous.

But the guilt faded quickly. It was replaced with desire. The taboo element to our secret encounters made them more thrilling. I was becoming obsessed. Read more »

Forbidden Lust – Getting Edged in a Crowded Room [MF][panties][school girl][18 years old][tease][edging][public]

I didn’t have a cell phone in the nineties. Even if I did, text messaging wasn’t a thing.

I had an email account through my university, but plenty of people still weren’t using email. And even if they were you didn’t always know their account.

So I had no way of communicating with Cara. I certainly couldn’t call her home phone. She was my aunt’s stepdaughter and basically my cousin, even though we weren’t related by blood. I’d known her since childhood. I’d never once called their house to talk to her. I’d actually spent most of the time avoiding her because she was nerdy, almost four years younger than me, and she had a tendency to follow me around like a puppy dog, which everyone else found cute and hilarious.

Everything changed in December of 1998. I was visiting from college during the winter break and horny after a few drinks at the local strip club with Cara’s brother. I’d gone into the laundry room looking for a towel so I could jack off and clean up. Impulsive, I’d grabbed a pair of panties instead. Cara had caught me in the act. And instead of running away in horror and telling her family, she had been drawn to it. She’d wrapped her silky panties around my cock and given me a hand job that night and again the next morning in my car after I drove her to school. Then she’d walked away with a smirk and left her underwear in my lap. Read more »

Forbidden Lust – Caught Masturbating! [caught][MF][panties][school girl][18 years old][tease]

It was Christmas 1998 when it happened. I was home from college for winter break and went to visit my cousin on the other side of the city. We were about the same age and had spent a lot of time together growing up, but that changed when we both went away to college.

We told his mom and his step-dad, Leo, that we were going out for a few beers, which was partly true. We didn’t mention that we were going to a strip club to get them. On the drive back to his place I was buzzed and horny as hell. When we got back, my aunt handed me some bedding and a pillow and told me to make up the sofa bed in the basement.

I’d been in their house a thousand times growing up. I’d slept in the basement alone on several occasions. I’d never paid attention to the laundry room, but I’d gotten two lap dances earlier and hadn’t had actual sex in months. I went in hoping to find a towel or rag that wouldn’t be missed. Instead I saw a neat stack of silky panties. Read more »

[MF] Fucking a stranger in a pandemic….

I’m not someone who denies what’s going on in the world. This was back in the early weeks of the pandemic. Wearing a mask wasn’t common yet. There were maybe a thousand confirmed cases in my city, which seemed like a lot, but nobody was panicking yet. Even though we all assumed the total was higher.

I had not been into my office in a few weeks. Other businesses were slower to close. Bars and restaurants were all shuttered. When I fired up Tinder, I thought the best thing I could hope for was some dirty chat. I’m someone who’s always been very sexually active and going it alone with no inspiration wasn’t cutting it for me.

My profile was blunt. Something along the lines of “we are all home alone and horny,” why not enjoy some adult flirting. Sure, it was cheesy, but also direct. You can’t write a novel on a Tinder profile.

I got a few bites and we sent a few flirty messages back and forth. Some were more than flirty. One sent pictures.

Then there was Jordan. Read more »

[MF] Giving his fiance just what she needed…

Kelly wasn’t a likable person. She was bubbly and flirty and stacked. But she introduced herself by saying she was engaged and looking for one last fling.

She was a small town east Texas girl in her mid-twenties who wasn’t as clever or sexy as she thought she was. She was a natural blonde with an hourglass figure, a cherubic face, and big blue eyes.

“I’m what they call a ‘lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.’”

That’s a line she actually used. Like a seductress in an old Hollywood movie from another era.

She told me she was marrying the man of her dreams, except there was one small issue. He was bad in bed. He didn’t talk dirty. He didn’t take his time. He wasn’t creative.

Normally, I would have passed. It was obvious she was likely heading for a marriage that wouldn’t last long, but I didn’t feel the need to grease the wheels.

But I was new in town. I wasn’t meeting a lot of people. And, I already mention, she was stacked. The woman’s wardrobe seemed to consist entirely of tight V-neck pullovers, heels, and short, casual skirts. Read more »

[MF] Giving an Indian doctor her first orgasm with a partner…

Ash had grown up in India and moved to Chicago with her family for high school. She’d gone to medical school and married a guy with a good job that her parents liked. And from there it had been downhill.

She was in her early thirties when I met her, recently divorced, and stuck in a job she hated and a city she didn’t like. Her husband turned out to be an asshole who never cared enough to make her cum in eight years of marriage. Then he got arrested trying to solicit an undercover cop in a prostitution sting.

Ash wasn’t looking for love. She was desperately searching for a job closer to her family. She wanted a fling. She was into kinky erotica and wanted to experience something different. That’s how she ended up talking to me.

Our first meeting was at a cafe one afternoon. She was shy and a little awkward, but it didn’t take long for me to put her at ease. It’s amazing how easy it is to bring a woman out of her shell when she’s spent years feeling neglected. I listened to her. I made jokes. I flirted. We didn’t talk about sex, but she invited me to come over to her place that weekend. Read more »

[MF] Gave her asthma attack during rough sex…

Diane was the first person I met on Tinder.

She was an elementary school teacher in the suburbs. She was divorced and her kids spent the summer at her ex-husband’s house out-of-state. It was obvious she was looking to cut loose.

My profile was blunt. Now it seems like mentioning sex will get you flagged on Tinder. But it wasn’t always that way. I had photos of myself along with a photo of handcuffs and a paddle lying on my bed. I said I was dominant and looking for someone who wanted to explore her submissive side. It was clear this was just about sex. I wasn’t looking for someone to bring to an office cookout.

Diane’s look was best described as Real Housewives Upscale Trashy. She had platinum blonde hair teased out blown out to the sky. Her body was tiny and fit. She was partial to leopard prints in her outfits. She was in her late 40s, but looked ten years younger.

You can deduce a lot about a woman if she takes a lot of care with her appearance, and then surrounds herself with people who don’t. Diane made sure every other woman in her photos looked like a frumpy sitcom mother-in-law. She obviously wanted to be the center of attention and wasn’t taking any risks. Read more »

[MF] Spend enough time on the road and you get to know your fellow business travelers. Sometimes very intimately…

I noticed her in the hotel bar on Monday evening. I’d arrived in town that morning and spent the day at a client’s office.

Diya was Indian, but spoke with a British accent. She had big, beautiful brown eyes, pouty lips, and long black hair. Her body was fit and curvy. She looked like someone who belonged on TV. Not sitting in a hotel bar with a laptop and a glass of wine.

That first night I sat at the end of the bar. She was alone at the nearest booth. I watched a steady stream of men in suits or khakis walk over and attempt to start a conversation. She politely brushed all of them away. I wasn’t surprised. She didn’t look like the type of woman who could ever be picked up in a bar. Especially not by middle-aged men in golf shirts or cocky young consultants in pinstripes.

I didn’t even attempt an approach. I sat quietly at the bar eating dinner and then nursing a few drinks while I tapped away on my own keyboard. Diya left alone around eleven. Read more »