My Dental Benefits (M32,F40s,F20s)

I (Bi M32) have an oral fixation. Having pussy, ass, tits, fingers, tongues, toes, lips, cock, balls, etc. in and around my mouth will immediately turn me on. I used to cum just from eating out my last girlfriend. She loved it. Always made her feel sexy.

And this fixation has only intensified over the years. My mouth has found its way into all kinds of situations and into all kinds of people. This particular situation, however, was not particularly erotic. At least it wasn’t supposed to be. It was a routine teeth cleaning. I realized I hadn’t been to the dentist in a number of years and made an appointment.

So I sat in the chair, leaning back. White fluorescent lights blinding me from above. The dentist walked in. Dr. Varma. An Indian woman in her early 40s. She had the standard labcoat covering her features. And her dental mask hid most of her face. But she had gorgeous hazel eyes maintained in a soft focus that was easy to look at and hard to look away from.

The Ice Lake Mermaid

It was two days after my 21st birthday. My friends took me to a lake in Northern Minnesota for some ice fishing. Not my ideal past time, but I was eager to try new things. Little did I know how much new I would be trying.

I’m a 21M 5’10”. I’m fairly fit from winter sports I’ve been doing since my father put ski poles in my crib. But I recently fucked up my knee in a snowboarding accident, so ice fishing is all I got for now. But at least I’m with my buds. Garrett, Cole, and Dean. We went to high school together. Garrett was a grade above. And we went to college together after that. Which means we visit home together. A real childhood friendship sort of deal.

We shuffled along the ice until finding the best spot. Dean and Cole set up the equipment. Garrett and I got to work starting the fire. We talked about the usual deep shit. Sports and girls. I lamented, for an embarrassingly long time, about my ex dumping me and then the snowboarding accident two weeks later. It was like the universe took everything I cared about all in one swipe. We talked for a few hours. I mostly let the other guys do the fishing. Garrett worked on dinner. I sat by the fire and watched the flames lick up against the blackening sky. Wondering if there was anything out there for me. We ate. Then I retreated to my tent as nighttime came and sleep followed.

Bless Me Father for I am Currently Sinning

Everyone is above 18. But some holy vows are most definitely being broken. Sacrilege ahead.

I (26F) was raised catholic in a fairly conservative Latino family. Sex was never a talking point. I was heavily sheltered from it. This resulted in a pretty intense phase of sexual exploration when I finally got out of my childhood prison.

I soon came to find that I have an increasingly high libido and love to have anything and anyone in my mouth or body. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. I love boobs squishing up against me. I love pussy pressed against my lips. (Any of my lips) I carried these urges with me when I moved to San Francisco for college where I earned a bachelor’s in music. After graduation, I found a nice studio apartment that came cheap due to being right next to a large catholic mega church. But not the classic Latin chanting kind. The sort of upbeat and wannabe-young-and-hip kind of place. A far cry from my childhood orthodox mass. My first Saturday night of constant blaring Jesus music explained my low rent. But it could’ve been worse. I was busy day to day trying to further my music career, so I hardly noticed the church. Until, of course, that flier blew into my windshield.

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