Author: HighVibeDesire

I had sex with a co-passenger, on a flight , while my newly wed husband slept.

We were 10000 feet above sea level and I was horny as fuck. We were on a transatlantic flight , and the multiple time zones had left my husband extremely sleepy, and me extra awake. I looked across at my husband of 10 days, we had just been on our honeymoon to the Maldives, and were headed home to San Francisco. He had a nasty sunburn right across his face, sparing the two circles around his eyes, in the shape of his sunglasses. He was not a pretty sight, especially with drool dripping from one corner of his mouth, as his head lolled back and forth, against his travel neck pillow.

I know I am trying to find excuses, for what happened next, but I really didn’t mean to cheat on my husband just 10 days into the marriage.

Here’s what happened next.

I looked around the plane.It was dark outside and the cabin lights were dim, everyone seemed to be dozing or occupied with their mobile phones. The man on my left, had his eyes closed Read more »

Threesome at a reunion [ elevator sex] [mmf]

Rafy willed her hands to stay steady as she drew long cat eyes with her liquid eye liner. Happy with the result, she stepped back to get a final look at herself. Dressed in a black halter gown, the low back leaving her naked, till her just above her tail bone. Her short bob hair showed off the nape of her neck to perfection, and her pilates helped accentuate her back muscles, in the black dress. She parted the thigh high slit on her gown, and looked down at the gash of naked flesh in satisfaction.

She felt ready.

It was time to head out to her college reunion. Sure, it had been 20 years since they had all been 21, and yet she felt the same way, as she did on the first day in college, that first lecture in arts, and mass communication. Butterflies.

She cast a last glance at herself, and hoped Tim was there to see what he had missed out on. Tim had been her ex-boyfriend, and now he was a fashion editor with a moderately famous fashion magazine. Nothing too fancy, and she had been disappointed with his middling professional success, but when she saw his Facebook profile picture, she realised, he still had that boyish grin, she had fallen for. And that would do for the night; a middle aged, ex-boyfriend, with a boyish grin. Read more »

The priestess [tantric sex]

She pulled the silk scarf towards herself, they barely covered her breasts. Her nipples hard and erect jutted through the thin fabric. She revelled in her alone time. She circled one taut nipple with her thumb, the skin around the tip had puckered and thickened. She lightly grazed her nails against the soft ridges of her areola. The silk scarf covered their darkness, but could not cover their desire. She let the scarf drop ever so slightly, enough to uncover the tops of her breasts. Wrapping her arms around herself, she cradled her breasts, holding them tightly against each other. The scarf dipped between her deepening cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin glowed in the candle light, the green silk scarf the perfect length skimming from the top of her breasts, to the tip of the opening of the opening between her legs. Enough to be demurely covered, and still let the imagination run wild.

 

She dropped herself to her knees, in front of her mirror, sat back, with her round bottoms resting on her heels, she looked back at herself in the mirror, and slowly parted her legs. A soft throbbing music filled the air; ancient beats that thrummed through her veins, and she slowly started to rock her body to the drum-beat. Read more »

The lioness finds her predator [bdsm]

“Wanted, a dominant male.” she posted on a premium dating website, and then drew a long drag on her cigar. She looked around her plush office, surrounded by industry accolades, and business awards. She was on the forty under forty list of two power lists, and an unopened envelope on her table was the invite to a black tie event where she was going to be awarded entrepreneur of the year. Businesswoman par excellence, she was what they called a real ‘nut crushing cock blocking bitch’. She loved being the alpha woman, now as she sat in her black power suit, nails and shoes in scarlet , she sat answering some of her multiple mails, her fingers flashing with diamonds, diamonds that were worth a year’s salary of her top managers.

Diamonds were a girl’s best friend, but she wanted more, and what she wanted she got.

She had started her own media company, had divorced her high school sweetheart, and then gone on to build another two companies in the last two years. Read more »

Come , let’s play [wife sharing] [voyeur]

 The games people play,

as they strip and they stray.

Sipping on their stirred, not shaken,

the dormant passions they awaken.

I watch his eyes, at my breasts they stare,

I have a lover, but he is willing to share.

It’s time to prod and provoke,

I lock eyes with him, while my lover I stroke.

I look around, and watch others play the game,

a lovers roulette, there’s no judgement nor shame.

Some kiss, and others fondle,

making room for others, as they grope and jostle.

My lover reaches into my dress, and makes my girls jiggle,

I see the fire in the strangers eyes, and I let out a giggle.

‘Come join us’, with my fingers, I signal.

Come light my fires, and my marriage rekindle.

In a flash he is across the room,

claiming what’s not his for his own.

He doesn’t ask, he takes.

His kisses promising me, that he has what it takes..

to incite and to excite.

His hands push the dress up my thighs,

as I hear my lovers pleased sighs. Read more »

He embarrassed her in public,I pleasured her in private . Ch 1 – Maybe more ,a romantic erotica [cheating] [MF]

 “Oh, women don’t cum. Atleast most women don’t.” He was casually dismissive aboutabout women’s sexuality.

“I didn’t like vagina monologues , a bunch of women who hold men responsible for all the wrong that ever happened to them,” as the night wore on, his casual chauvinism turned to off putting toxic masculinity.

I glanced up across to the table where they sat. A group of four. And just out of curiosity , I searched out the wife of this poor sucker who thought women’s orgasms were a myth. And that’s when I saw her. Her heart shaped face, a small cupid bow lips that pressed lightly on the rim of her wine glass, her skin seemed to be translucent in the dim lit restaurant lighting. For a moment I forgot I was at dinner with my own friends.

We weren’t even at the same table. She with her loud and brash husband, and me with my work friends, and yet the world seemed to drop away from existence. It was just her and me. Atleast me looking at her. She was still oblivious to my existence. Read more »

Her best phone fuck by a newbie [amateur] [mf]

 “What are you wearing ?” He asked.

She wasn’t sure if she should tell him the truth. That she wasn’t wearing anything at all, that she had just gotten out of the shower, that water still dripped down her back and between her legs, and her wet hair clung to her breasts. No, it was better to play it safe, after all it was their first time.

“I am wearing pyjamas and a night shirt.” she said, as she pulled a plush warm towel around herself, and padded her way to her bed.

“Oh!” he said. She could sense his disappointment over the phone.

“Are you comfortable? I hope you are comfortable.” he added.

She smiled at his compassion.

To be honest this wasn’t her first time having phone sex, she was after all two years senior to him, and a LOT more experienced. But it was his first time, he had confessed.

Infact she was his first ‘girlfriend’, and he was her fifth ‘friend with benefit’. This attempt at phone sex was the first time they were benefitting from their friendship… Read more »

Cumming while on Office video conference call

 It was her weekly office video conference call. A two hour long session of project updates , but she had other plans. She got ready in her formal grey pinstripe shirt , all business like and professional, but underneath she decided to forego her pants. Instead she sat wearing her pink lacy panties, the ones where the patterned fabric rubbed against her clit.

The meeting began. There were 5 othrs in the meeting, all of them men, she was the only female on the call. Suddenly she felt self conscious. A cool draft swept against her naked legs, and she let out a small shiver. Should she pull a sheet over her legs? Could they see below the waist?

She checked herself in the video window, and saw her bland and prim image staring back at herself.

As the first colleague started his presentation, she began by running her hands on the inside of her thighs. Lightly drawing figure of eights on her skin. Soon she moved her fingers over her pink lace . She looked down, as if to take down notes, and diligently started to write, but not on a book. She traced out the words with her fingers , words like, profit margin, clients needs , re-work the brief, on to her own pink briefs , and the sensitive skin under the lace tingled everytime she ran her fingers over them. Never knowing what word her colleague would say next, leading to the surprise element of her fingering herself. He dictated her every move. Read more »