LadyVoluptuous, Author at NSFW story

Tonight (M/F, quickie sex, outdoors, cheating wife, alley-way, snow, cum, husband, fucking)

Clouds of lavender scented steam billowed through the doorway as she stepped out of the warm confines of the gray tiled bathroom and padded across to her bedroom. A switch was flicked, her towel was dropped and the top drawer was opened as she sorted through her smalls, looking for her good pair of black thigh high stockings. The silk caressed first her fingertips, and then her smooth legs as she gently pulled them up, where the lace top of the stocking sat proudly around her left thigh. The other stocking soon followed onto the right leg.

She abandoned the notion of wearing panties rather quickly, the thought only briefly crossing her mind. She pulled a nude bra free from the drawer and clasped it around her back, her tits being pulled up and pushed forward. Shutting the top drawer which contained her ladies essentials, she turned and faced the closet, knowing immediately which dress she would wear. Read more »

Windows (Exhibitionist, masturbation, older woman, younger man, cock, pussy, cum)

He was standing in front of the window again in his boxer briefs, same as every evening, a glass of amber colored liquid in hand. Was it whiskey? Rum? Scotch? Bourbon? Maybe Cognac? He looked like a Cognac man, she decided. She was unaware of when this ‘standing in the window in his boxer shorts’ had become a thing. Or, more accurately, she could not remember the exact timing, she had merely looked out the window one night and saw him there, in all his half-naked glory. He was an Adonis. He was every adjective to describe male sexuality, ever. She found him hot. He made her *feel* hot.

From across her way she studied his form. The toned thighs and legs, the shadows of dark hair all over the parts of his body she could see. How the dark hairs clouded over and became thicker from underneath his belly button, a delicious trail to where the fun began below the waistband of his boxer briefs. Read more »

Used (M/F after-sex, cum, pussy, cock, restraints, biting, spanking)

Her lipstick was artfully smudged, the pink hue softening the further it went onto her cheek, mixing in with the face makeup she wore. So smudged and messy was her makeup, that I could not tell where the lipstick ended and the foundation and blush began, it was a streaky mess, proof in my mind of a job well done.

Her eye makeup too was messy looking and ruined. Around her inner lash line, closest to her eye, there was no makeup at all, but around the outer corners and the lower lash line, the harsh black eyeliner and mascara had been washed away and smeared from the tears and saliva. Her entire face was one big smeary, wet, makeup mess, the result of a rough blowjob and face fucking, but it looked artistic. There was a purpose to her streaky and blotted makeup, she was supposed to look like this, it wasn’t an accident. Read more »

Extra-marital affairs (cheating, cum, anal, threesome, pussy, black cock, masturbation)

He shuddered as he came in her ass, his balls tensing and relaxing several times over as he let go and released himself inside the hole that had been forbidden him, up until now. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, tickling the bridge of his nose as it dropped off and landed on the small of her back, where it then continued its journey down her body.

As he slowly went limp inside her, he gently pulled himself free, watching her asshole gape for a second and then close, winking at him, a trickle of cum oozing out. He gently patted the back of her thigh, indicating that she should move over. Flopping onto the bed, the springs heaving underneath him, he closed his eyes and relaxed into the pillows.

He opened his eyes to find that she was studying him, a perplexed look on her pretty face. Her makeup was smudged, her once perfectly painted bright coral lips were messy and ruined, most of it rubbed into her chin. Leaning up on one elbow, she traced the straight line of his nose, and then asked, “What should I tell my husband?” Read more »