Author: FreakyWordfish

He grinned when our eyes met. I just smiled back awkwardly with my face becoming redder with each passing second. I think he took my smile as encouragement because he moved closer towards me. We were face to face and less than an arm’s length apart. His eyes lowered from my blushing face and lingered on my chest. I felt my nipples swell against the fabric of my dress and my pussy become more and more wet.

‘This is going to be fun,’ I thought to myself. ‘I wonder what he thinks about my body…’

“Hey there cutie,” the stranger said in a husky tone. I felt my cheeks instantly flush.

“Hey yourself,” I responded in a small voice.

“You’re looking good tonight.” His voice was smooth and velvety, full of innuendo. He was close enough that I could smell him, light and fruity with a hint of aftershave. It was the first thing I noticed about him—his smell.

I wanted to taste him…feel him. I wanted everything he had.”Do you need help getting home?” he asked, brushing his body against me. “I could give you a ride home.” Read more »

“I want you inside me,” she said, her voice hushed. “I want you to fuck me.”

Joel stared at her for a second, his cock twitching in response. He concentrated, trying to ignore the voice of his penis and focus on the words of her mouth.

“Do you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, her voice cracking. “Please, please, please.”

His cock twitched again, and he felt himself slowly getting harder. She playfully struggled against his grasp, slowly getting wetter. Her juices were starting to become visible through the front of her sundress, having long overcome her panties. Joel pulled her panties off and the pushed her legs apart. She gasped at first, her pussy still very sensitive. Then she relaxed and let her hips rock, rubbing her clit against his knee. Her breathing became heavier, and her mouth opened, gasping for air. She was getting more desperate. “Fuck my pussy, please,” she panted. “Fuck my pussy hard.” Read more »

The most beautiful sight filled the room as the Master stepped in – her big titties moved seductively under her tight gothic outfit, her eyes dark with anticipation. There were three slaves before her, each one as different from the last. The first was a thick emo girl, her long black hair contrasting against her pale skin. She trembled with anticipation at her Master’s touch. The second was a skinny punk girl, her attire teasingly revealing tanned skin and pierced nipples.

The third slave was a handsome muscular man with no body hair. He was naked and on his knees, his eyes fixed on his Mistress as she approached him.

The Master took control of the scene, ordering the three slaves to perform erotic acts on each other while she watched. They started by exploring each other’s bodies, marvelling at the curves and angles of each fleshy peak and trough. Then, the man entered the thick emo girl from behind, his powerful thrusts sending ripples through their bodies and drawing out moans of pleasure and pain. As he moved faster and harder inside her, their fluids began to mix, creating a slick and slippery layer that only increased the pleasure of their connection. Read more »

I lay on the bed, my body trembling with anticipation as I waited for him. He was tall and handsome, with stubble and a mischievous glint in his eye as he entered the room. His large cock was stiff and ready and I could feel my desire burning within me.

He pushed me onto the bed and kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue while his hands roved over my curves. His touches were electric and I let out a soft moan as he cupped and kneaded my flesh. We moved together, lost in the moment as our passions built up and filled the room.

He moved between my legs and entered me with one long, rough thrust. The sensation was exquisite and I felt myself rising to a dizzying height, surrendering completely to his sensual assault. “Take me,” I muttered in a breathy voice, “Fuck me hard!” Our moans and cries joined in harmony as he thrust into me faster and faster, pounding my cervix with each powerful stroke. I gasped in pleasure, wrapping my legs around him as I felt my body quake, pushing past its limits and inviting him deeper. Read more »

It was a steamy Thursday evening in June, and the Amtrak train was bustling with activity. A man in his late twenties stepped onto the train and scanned the crowded carriages for an empty seat. His eyes landed on a solitary figure in a corner of the carriage – a woman in her early thirties with soft curves, big breasts, and long blonde hair cascading down her back.

They were strangers, but something wild seemed to be passing between them which they both recognized. Without any words, the man took a seat across from the woman.

The Amtrak train picked up speed and the two strangers locked eyes. They were both feeling the same thing – a deep, insatiable desire. The man grabbed the woman’s hand and pulled her towards the bathroom. Her heart beat faster as they walked towards the small room that could barely contain their intense longing for each other. Read more »