The Cum Down [M/F] [Friends With Benefits] [Booty Call] [Caffeine Is One Hell Of a Drug]

“Really need u to fuck me”

In the 10 years that we’ve been friends, Lizzie has sent me some crazy late-night texts, but this was definitely a first.

*Play it cool. It’s Lizzie … this is definitely just a prank.*

“Ooh I’m good at this game … I really need a million dollars,” I replied. “Oh, and Sydney Sweeney”

(The last part is an inside joke between us—Lizzie looks exactly like the actress from our favorite TV show, Euphoria. Blond, light blue eyes, and flawless tits that seem too big for her toned body. I even jokingly call her Sweeney sometimes.)

“Ughhh NOT kidding, drank too many energy drinks … I NEED a cum down”

“A what??”

Lizzie’s caffeine addiction was not news to me. She works odd hours as a nurse, so I get it. At any given time, she has a dozen brightly colored empty cans rolling around the floorboard of her otherwise spotless Honda Civic. I find her “addiction” kind of endearing so I just keep my thoughts to myself … personally I think they taste disgusting, like fruit juice mixed with battery acid.

The Amazonian Blowjob: How I Became an Unofficial Member of My Girlfriend’s Volleyball Team [M/FFFFFF] [Blowbang] [Gentle Femdom]

In the three months that my girlfriend Jenna and I have been dating, she has gone from a rookie benchwarmer to the leading scorer on her college volleyball team. It’s been awesome getting to watch her rise to stardom and cheer her on from the stands.

You should know up front that I definitely have a thing for tall athletic women, and Jenna is no exception. She’s just shy of being 6 feet tall so if we’re standing side by side, we’re standing eye to eye.

Her body is strong and toned, though she has generous curves in all the right places. I love seeing her thick ass in tight volleyball shorts and watching her tits defy both gravity and her sports bra every time she jumps to spike the ball.

There’s also something incredible about sleeping with a star athlete. The sex we have after she has scored the game-winning points in multiple matches is fucking phenomenal.

As Jenna and her teammates have crushed more of their opponents leading up to the big championship though, our relationship has taken an interesting turn. The team has started including me in what you might call a “pre-game ritual.”

My Sister’s Best Friend Asked Me to Explain Teabagging, So I Showed Her [Part 2] [M/F]

Last night when I fired up my Xbox and took a seat on the couch, I was restless. I kept shifting from cushion to cushion like I couldn’t find the magical spot where I played best. My first few matches were absolute garbage.

I wish I could say it’s because my controller has been acting up–after four years of constant gaming, it has developed a sticky left trigger. But the truth is that I was distracted.

Kiera was spending the night at our house for the first time since Thanksgiving. (I will put the link to that story in the comments!)

When she and Bethany arrived home from college just before dinner, I had to pretend like Kiera was just another one of my sister’s friends. In reality, she is now my esports coach … with benefits. This is fitting because she’s the best player on her university’s actual esports team.

She’s the reason my in-game competitive ranking is now higher than any of my friends. Ironically, she’s also the reason I was playing so poorly yesterday evening.

Sex Is So Much Better as a Dad

The day I became a dad, I got better at fucking.

I can’t say exactly what time that day, but something shifted in me. It felt like I had paid my dues to mankind. I had kept my end of the bargain with God and evolution … no matter which you believe in, they both want you to be fruitful and multiply.

(At this point, you should know that my child’s mother and I aren’t together. Fortunately, this will not stop me from being a constant positive presence in my kid’s life. I have nothing but love and respect for the woman I am going to be parenting with … we just aren’t meant for one another.)

Before I became a dad, sex was wrapped up in pressure and anxiety and insecurity. I felt hollow after hookups, probably because I was so caught up in my own head that I was a selfish lover.

My only goal was to push my cock into warm, wet places and leave my cum behind. It felt animalistic. Natural and yet unnatural at the same time.

My Sister’s Best Friend Asked Me to Explain Teabagging, So I Showed Her [M/F]

“What the hell are you doing?”

I looked up from my late-night round of video games to see Kiera staring at the living room TV with an amused grin. “Is your controller broken or something?”

I had just killed an enemy player for the third time that match, and I was vigorously teabagging.

“Um … it’s … complicated,” I stammered. I felt my face blush and get hot at the thought of having to explain to my sister’s hottest friend that I was repeatedly putting my character’s testicles on a dead person.

Kiera is Bethany’s “bff” and she often spends the night at our house when they were home on college break. She had come downstairs to the kitchen for a midnight plate of Thanksgiving leftovers. If I’m being completely honest, I had no problem with her interrupting my game.

I’ve had a crush on Kiera for a while now, but as Bethany’s nerdy “gamer brother” who just graduated from high school, I’ve accepted that I don’t have a chance with a university sophomore. Especially one who looks like Kiera.

My Wife Is Fucking Our Teenage Neighbor. I’m So Relieved. [M/F]

For some time now, my wife Ellen has been … uninspired. She’s an artist—a gifted painter who has produced dozens of stunning pieces since we first met in college. But recently it seems like the creative “spark” has been missing from her work.

Ellen is incapable of producing anything ugly … she is far too talented for that. But her paintings have definitely been “off.” She normally uses a rainbow of colors to capture the world on her canvas, but black and gray have been taking up more and more space on her palette.

We’ve talked to all the experts. Her doctor, therapist, and life coach all say she isn’t depressed. She is just in an “artistic dry spell.” It kills me to see her struggling like this, and I think I know what could get her creative juices flowing again: a new sexual adventure.

I’ll say right upfront that if you are the husband of an artist who captures the human form through their work, you get pretty comfortable with her being in rooms with other naked men and women. It comes with the job.

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My Stepmom is Teaching Me to Have Better Taste in Porn [M/F] (Part 2)

When I woke up the next morning, I felt tense. I’d tossed and turned all night, and my jaw hurt like I’d been grinding my teeth in my sleep. Laying in sweat-soaked sheets, I knew this anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. This is what change feels like.

I’m the kind of person who hates change … you get to be like that when your dad is constantly gone on business trips and he is changing wives every few years. Change is scary. So the thought of things changing between Meredith and I is utterly terrifying. She’s the one person in my life who really cares about me. And I care about her.

But I guess it’s hard for relationships to remain the same after what happened that night. When Meredith heard me accidentally playing porn on the speaker in the living room and she came to my bedroom to share her favorite video of two amateurs fucking. And then she started rubbing her pussy while sitting on my bed. And I fingered her until she orgasmed, just before I came all over her face.

I Just Turned 18. My Best Friend’s Mom Wants to Introduce Some “New House Rules.” [M/FF] [Free Use]

I just turned 18 two days ago, and the best gift I received was from my best friend’s mom. She calls them “New House Rules.” Now, normally I am not a big fan of rules. I’ve learned to change my mind … maybe it’s because I’ve matured now that I’m an adult.

Or maybe I like the rules because they say I can fuck my best friend’s older sister and their mom whenever I feel like it.

To understand the rules, you first have to understand that my Zach and I have been friends since kindergarten. We’ve been through thick and thin: awkward stages in school, way too many bad haircuts, my 6th grade ADHD diagnosis, and his parents’ divorce in 9th grade. We’ve spent a lot of time around each other’s families and at this point we’re basically brothers.

It just so happened that my 18th birthday fell on a week when Zach was out of town with his dad in New England finalizing his enrollment at his dream college where we’ll be roommates this fall. It sucked that he couldn’t be here to celebrate, but in retrospect, I’m really glad he was away.

My Manager Said She’d “Do Anything” To Keep Me From Quitting. She Wasn’t Lying. (PART 2) [M/F]

When I arrived back at work today after my weekend off, it felt like nothing had changed. Rude customers, lazy coworkers, broken ice cream machines. You know the drill.

And yet, everything had changed.

Last Friday, my manager Brittany had invited me back to her office after everyone else had left. She was waiting for me, practically naked. She told me her body was a perk of the job. Mine to use. She let me fuck her throat and rub my cock between her massive tits until I came all over her. And then she made me promise to keep this all a secret.

Who would I tell? I mean, I wanted to tell the world. But the secret was half the fun. And as it would turn out, today we would be making a lot more secrets and having a lot more fun.

Midway through the morning, Brittany sternly told me to come back to her office because my hours “didn’t add up in the corporate payroll software.” She said this in front of the whole team.

My Manager Said She’d “Do Anything” To Keep Me From Quitting. She Wasn’t Lying. [M/F] [Blowjob] [Titfuck] [Cumshot]

Yesterday I thought I was done. Completely fed up. At the end of my rope. For the fourth time this week, a customer was cussing me out because our ice cream machines were broken. As I listened to the unhinged woman screaming at me through my headset, I was literally biting my tongue … minimum wage isn’t worth this bullshit.

For days I’d been rehearsing what I would say to the next Karen who dared to yell at me about the machines that I had no control over: “Ma’am, would you please go McFuck yourself.”

My manager Brittany already knew I was getting close to just walking off the job, and she was worried. I was her most dependable employee, and if we’re being honest, the one person on the team who she was remotely close to. We sometimes stick around after closing to recap the craziness of the work day or secretly complain to one another about our slacker co-workers. We laugh a lot too … she’s really cute and funny when she’s not dealing with a crazy customer, which is unfortunately only a very small portion of her workday.