Author: FunAndAll

[MFM] A birthday surprise! NSFW

My lover and I had amazing sex. He was extremely sensual, very attentive and giving. His bedroom altruism was so strong that I could not help myself but bring my performance to his level and try to please him when we got together.

It was around my birthday, and he told me he has a surprise for me and a big one. I was very curious as we weren’t in traditional relationship and never exchanged gifts, this was new.

He lived few hours away from the city and I came as we agreed for couple of days. When I walked into the backyard if his cottage I find he had a company. There was a very big man having a drink with my lover. The guest gave me a very flirty smile, and his eyes run up and down my body, he looked one of the attractive army men, he had neat short haircut, he was very well built, he had large arms that stretched his shirt and large hands. My head was spinning from the shock and men’s smiles and giggles. My lover brought me a glass of screwdriver (was that a hint?!). Read more »

Bad evening, emotional, great night FM

hat day seemed endless. She parked her car in the small underground garage and picked up groceries and other items to maintain sane order for next use of the vehicle. There was always something in it, always hauling back and from, she was tired and cranky. When she was walking out of the garage she was startled by a dark figure, familiar figure. She recognized the man she met few month ago, the one she found so attractive, the one she put so much effort in, the one she was fantasizing about for few months, every day, many times a day. He was the one who touched her deeply, or maybe he was just there and she made it all up. He came closer and without saying a word, grabbed her bags and stepped back letting her lead them to her house.

He was patiently watching while she fiddled with keys, he probably guessed she was emotional, she was confused, she was almost giddy from seeing him and scared to be open again, scared to have those sleepless nights wondering and analyzing herself, what was said, what was unsaid, what was right, what did she do to trigger his nasty response. She opened the door, stepped in and took her jacket and shoes off, he followed her lead, putting the bags down. She checked his form again, like she did at every opportunity during their four meetings, while he wasn’t looking at her. Read more »

A little late: Christmas gifts…

She loved and hated that he knew all her buttons and sometimes abused that knowledge. The Christmas dinner at their friends/neughbours was almost a disaster as he kept touching her so sensually that half of the time she felt her pussy so wet and throbbing that it was difficult to focus on the conversation and respond properly.

The dinner table was a bit too overcrowded with too many people, and they sat so close that he had absolute freedom to pick up her skirt and run his fingers in between her thighs, to her wet spot. She was so shy that she sat very straight leaning forward with her elbows on the table and her large breasts hiding all the naughty action. Sometimes she would look at him sideways with her eyes large meaning “are you crazy?”, but he would smile, look away and ask the people at the table some deep intelligent question while adding his finger into her pussy or changing something to make it more sexual; as if to show her “see? I can think while I’m doing this”. She tried to move his hand away, but his persistence was risky making too much fuss and bringing too much attention. Read more »

Big dark beard

(Comments are very welcome! My first actual written story)

… he would come in twice a week to that small restaurant on the fishing dock where I was serving that summer. I noticed him first time he came. He was tall, medium built, had sureness in his stride. He would clutch a new book ever time. He had a wind of strong masculinity with gorgeous lush long black beard tidily sitting on his chest. His hands suggested a fair share of physical labour, I’d stare at them when I took his order because they made my lower stomach tighter and I was afraid to come across too flirty if I’d stare at his eyes. Over the summer we did have few small chats that took all my mighty stay simple and not overly interested.

Summer ended eventually and there was a party in the restaurant, mostly for all seasonal workers who were departing the remoteness in search of more profitable employment. I went outside to have a cigarette and take a break from alcohol that kept appearing in my glass and there he was, standing there, smoking, as if he was waiting for me to come. I stared at him surprised at his presence. He stared back at me, reading all my infatuation that I was not able to hide. Read more »