Author: krt2824

[FM] Fingered by a stranger in the train

So a few days ago, I was on an evening train, going to visit an old friend of mine. I plop down on an empty seat and get cozy since I have a few hours to spare. I was wearing a dark grey thick wool sweater and black leggings. I brought my favorite book to occupy my time and hiked my legs up, getting comfortable, one of the many benefits of being short as fuck.

A tall, dark haired man comes up to me and asks if the seat next to me is free. I nod, his deep voice resonating through me. He sits down and I immediately take note of him. He’s definitely a few years older than me, late 20s or early 30s. He was wearing worn jeans and a light sweater and had an athletic build.

We start chatting and discover we are heading to the same place. We clicked right away and I put my book away, reaching down to get my blanket from my bag since I’m always fucking cold. I feel his eyes on my ass as my sweater rides up, cool air hitting my lower back. I feel a thrill go through me, I hadn’t had sex in a few days and was getting antsy. Could be worse I suppose but my pussy was persistently aching and no dildo nor fingers could replace the feeling of a hot throbbing cock fucking me raw. Stop it, I command myself. Read more »

The tutor and the student [FM]

So during my junior year of college, I began tutoring this guy in accounting. We were the same age but he dwarfed me in size, he was 6’4” and 220lbs of pure muscle. Every Tuesday and Thursday, we would meet in my college’s business school around 9 p.m. and go over his homework, discussing any new material and concepts that were confusing. The first time we met, he had just come from football practice and was sweaty and disheveled. I was instantly aroused, the sight and smell of him appealing to my most carnal desires. I was strangely turned on by the power dynamic. Even though I was half his size, I had control of the sessions and could steer the conversation anyway I liked.

Anyways, gradually our sessions became longer and longer, we often stayed after to chat about life and anything and everything. He was so easy to talk to and made me laugh like no one else. Now, I knew he secretly checked me out. Granted I always rushed to our sessions from the gym, donned in tight leggings that clung my ass. I could feel his eyes on me as I mapped something out on the white board or reached over to use his laptop. Read more »

Masturbating in the library [F]

I sit cross legged in tight grey leggings, eyes glazed over my laptop, one hand between my legs, seeking warmth and comfort. I give my pussy a teasing rub and feel my clit stir. I give myself another stroke and glance around me. No one can see what I’m doing so I continue this delicious torture. Up and down I rub as I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

I think about him. His dark stubble, warm tongue, beefy body, rough hands, thick cock. I feel myself getting wet and continue rubbing, the lace of my thong moving between my lips, grazing my clit lazily with every stroke. I imagine him running his hands over his body as he starts to get hard. He works his way down, smoothing his palm over his blocky abs. His thick muscular forearm flexing as he continues, straying past his hard cock. He cups his heavy balls and groans, feeling the weight in his hands. His cock twitches, begging for attention. He flexes and gives his cock a teasing stroke. Read more »

A Sensual Massage [FM]

Context: This happened on a weekend getaway with my ex

I lie face down, naked, on the bed, eyes closed, waiting, wanting. He brushes my hair to the side and rubs massage oil over my shoulders and back, his familiar palms relaxing me instantly. He presses a soft kiss on my neck and continues, his strong hands slowing easing the tension from my body. His masculine scent and body heat comfort me as I nuzzle into the bed. His breathing deepens as he works his way down, stroking my sides and lower back. My legs part in invitation but he continues working my upper body, paying attention to my stiff traps before moving down to my tight lower back. Up and down he kneads, slowing working his way lower with each stroke.

“Is this okay” he whispers. “Yeah” I manage to say. He shifts and starts kneading my ass as my breath hitches, his rubbing going straight to my pussy. God, his hands felt incredible and I begin to ache, longing to be filled. He uses firm steady pressure, releasing the knots as I become putty in his hands. He grazes my pussy lips with his fingers as my clit begins to throb. He strokes lightly, tracing my opening and rubbing gently. I begin to grind against the bed, my lips sliding against each other. My wetness is running down my leg and I know he can see it. Read more »

[FM] The Conference Room

Context: This was with a guy I met at work this summer

The first day I saw him, he met my gaze hotly and I felt my pussy clench. We were working on the same project and would be spending most of our time together. I felt the sexual tension ever since I laid eyes on him. I couldn’t go a day without my panties being soaked. He filled out a suit perfectly and smelled faintly of Chanel Platinum Egoiste, the most irresistible scent. I could sense him staring at me as I walked into the conference room, my tight black pencil skirt hugging my ass. My shiny black heels accentuated my killer legs and calves while my blouse stretched across my 32Ds.

We were sitting close, analyzing an excel financial model. His thigh was pressed against mine and I couldn’t think straight. He didn’t seem to be affected while my heart was pounding. I could feel his body heat and smell his soap, an intoxicating combination that left me restless. His legs were splayed wide open and I wanted to pounce on him. Read more »

The Library Stacks [FM]

Context: This was with my ex a while ago

As I stare at the excel spreadsheet in front of me, I’m achingly aware of the pulse in my pussy. No amount of crossing and uncrossing of my legs could relieve the pressing need to be filled. I glance at my boyfriend next to me and see him furiously typing on his laptop. I eye the way his fingers and forearms flex as he types. The modest dusting of arm hair teases me and I want his hands all over me. I start trailing my hand along his thick muscular thigh. He flexes beneath my hand and glances over at me. He continues typing as I massage his inner thigh.

He pretends to be unaffected but I can see his cock thickening beneath his thin sweats. I feel the heat radiating from him as I trace a finger over his shaft. He stops typing and smirks at me. He knows what I want and doesn’t stop me. I rub his bulge and he grows harder beneath my hand. My pussy starts tingling and I squeeze my thighs together to try to get some relief to no avail. Read more »

[FM] Fucked in the gym

A year ago, my ex, Eric, and I were at our college gym in the middle of the night. We both loved to lift and after a particularly intense workout, we were both high on endorphins and that post-workout glow. I don’t know what it is about working out, but I’m always so turned on after, especially with my ex who had the sexiest body alive.

We barge into the empty locker room and immediately start attacking each other. He slams me against a locker and forces my arms above my head. I grabbed his hair while he groped my ass and ravaged my mouth and neck. I couldn’t get enough of him and he smelled like sweat and hot man. We were both breathing hard and I needed him so bad I couldn’t wait. I could feel my pussy throbbing with need as I dropped to my knees and yanked his shorts down. I kissed his shaft tenderly and fondled his balls as he grew more impatient.

“Baby, please” he groaned. I sucked his balls in my mouth as I stroked his dick. Licking the head of his cock, I tasted his sweet precum, and felt my pussy pulsing with want. I was addicted and finally swallowed him whole as I dug my nails into his ass. Read more »