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Best friends sister [MF]

After a long year, finally having holidays is exciting. I head over to my best friends house. It’s a little earlier in the morning than he might like, especially during the holidays, but the weather’s too good to not go to for a swim. I get to his house, and ring the door bell. I know he told me his parents are away, so hopefully he’s up, and actually answers.

Even just before 9am, it’s already starting to get hot, and I’m very keen to get in the water. Several seconds pass, and there’s no response, so I ring the door bell again. I see a shadow approach the door; it’s shorter than I was expecting. As the door swings open, I see her. His little sister.

She looks like she’s just got out of bed. She’s wearing a white spaghetti top, with a small red pattern, and a short navy blue skirt, barely covering her skinny legs. He hasn’t really talked much about her. The first time he told me about her, she had just come back to home after turning 18. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so I didn’t ask. Read more »

Best friend’s sister [MF]

After a long year, finally having holidays is exciting. I head over to my best friends house. It’s a little earlier in the morning than he might be like, especially during the holidays, but the weather’s too good to not go to for a swim. I get to his house, and ring the door bell. I know he told me his parents are away, so hopefully he’s up, and actually answers.

Even just before 9am, it’s already starting to get hot, and I’m very keen to get in the water. Several seconds pass, and there’s no response, so I ring the door bell, again. I see a shadow approach the door; it’s a fair bit shorter than I was expecting. As the door swings open, I see her. His little sister.

She looks like she’s just got out of bed. She’s wearing a white spaghetti top, with a small red pattern, and a short navy blue skirt. barely covering her skinny legs. He hasn’t really talked much about her. The first time he told me about her, she had just come back to home after turning 18. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so I didn’t ask. Read more »

Just roommates, right? Part 5 [MF]

After a busy day at work, I get back home and my roommate is there alone with her boyfriend. They’re on Ubereats, deciding what to order for dinner. She’s dressed quite casually, in a vintage white t-shirt tucked into her light blue Levi’s, which hug her little butt perfectly. There’s a bit of tension in the room, which is apparent as I get closer to greet them. I’m looking at her boyfriend, trying to see if she’s let anything slip.

As I see her, she looks up at me, her eyes slowly taking me in, scanning up my whole body. The energy in the room shifts, and I can tell we all notice it; her boyfriend’s posture changes, as he seems a little more on edge than usual. She stands up to give me a hug, wrapping her arms around me, as I feel her tight little body on mine. She definitely isn’t wearing a bra, as I feel her chest rub up against me, feeling her nipples through her shirt. I start the embrace with one arm, trying to diffuse the situation slightly, but then decide to pull her in with almost my full force, squeezing her little torso and hearing her softly exhale in my ear, just for me. Read more »

Just roommates, right? Part 4 [MF]

I head into my room to chill out, not particularly wanting to face any possible awkwardness or tension in the house right now. My mind’s still racing, thinking about my other roommates lips around my cock. She has a boyfriend, and I didn’t want to make anything more complicated. But I can’t deny what my body is telling me.

Thoughts of her petite naked body rush through my head as I feel myself getting hard again. God, I can’t stop thinking about her perfectly perky tits and gorgeous little pink nipples. They’re barely a handful, but god she’s gorgeous. I only caught a glimpse of her pussy. I can’t believe I blew my load on her. I couldn’t control myself, but all I wanted to do is see her legs spread for me as my throbbing cock stretched out her pretty little hole. As she was sucking me off I just wanted to feel her wetness around my cock. I thought I had been able to compartmentalise the weeks of hearing her cum and get spanked by her boyfriend, burying it into my subconscious, but in that moment every muffled scream, every time she wore yoga pants, every intoxicating orgasm came back. I start stroking myself thinking about how much I want her. Her having a boyfriend made it even hotter. Dreaming of just using her as mine. Read more »

Just roommates, right? Part 3 [MF]

I get back the next day to an empty house, feeling happy to relax after such an intense 24 hours with my girlfriend. I’ve really felt a switch flick inside myself, and struggle to control myself anymore. My roommate’s really done a number on me.

Everyone I see is attractive. My first thought is how they’d look under me, or bent over, or with their lips around my cock, or how their supple curves look as I dream about undressing them, or how great their gorgeous little lips would taste, or how they feel against me, or how they’d sound as they climax over and over again. It’s like I’m addicted to everyone. I just want to have them as mine. Use them how I please and dump my cum in them.

I used to be a functional person, but now thanks to my roommate, I can’t think about anything else. My cock perpetually throbbing at even the slightest hint of opportunity. Part of me knows this has always been inside of me, just tempered by rational thought. I know my girlfriend appreciated it yesterday. She couldn’t stop talking about last night. I don’t know if her housemate, or neighbours, shared her sentiment. Read more »

Just roommates, right? Part 2 [MF]

The next day I wake up and my cock is still throbbing. Last night seemed like a blur, but I still need more. Not wanting to change the dynamic with my roommates, I decide to text my girlfriend to see if she wants to hang out. I need to use someone and release all this energy bubbling up inside of me.

I flick my finger slowly up and down the head of my cock, teasing myself, as I think about last night. She had the tightest little pussy I’ve ever had, and the feeling of her juices go all over me is still reverberating around my consciousness. I start stroking my cock, thinking that she’s probably in her room. I really need to see her. To feel her against me again and ease the tension inside of me.

I know I shouldn’t but I cant help it. I need to feel her pussy slowly stretch out and convulse around my thick cock. I need to pin her down and fuck her until she can’t take it anymore. Until her body’s shaking and she can’t handle another orgasm. To see her tits bouncing, as I hold her in place with my hand over her mouth, using her holes as I please. Read more »

Just roommates, right? [MF]

Over time I’ve been getting closer with my roommates. I was told living with two women would be a challenge, but honestly it’s been pretty great so far. They are easy going, and we clicked pretty quickly. I’ve been seeing my girlfriend for a while. I’m usually a massive flirt, but held back with my roommates, knowing that I need to just be friends with them to make it work.

Moving in was the right decision, and its been a great experience. They’ve both had super interesting life experiences, and there’s never really a dull moment. The only thing is the walls are pretty thin, and sound travels a fair bit. We’re all pretty open about our sex lives, so the first time I heard one of my roommates have sex, I wasn’t the least bit shocked. They were loud. I could hear her ass getting slapped by her boyfriend, her moans growing towards the crescendo of every orgasm. We’d start joking about it the next morning, just enjoying the fact we all were having a lot of fun. After a few weeks, I realised they could hear me and my girlfriend too. Frankly, it was liberating. Living in a sex positive environment, where everyone could enjoy themselves without the fear of judgement. Read more »

Work shenanigans [fiction, M/F, cheating, work]

The wedding ring on my finger isn’t just for show. I love my wife and all she does for me, but she knew who I was when we started seeing each other. The hotels, secrecy, and infidelity, lead to me leaving my ex for her. Maybe just upping and leaving my ex without a word was rough, but what did she want me to say? Sorry, I’ve been cheating on you for the last few months. Our connection just isn’t the same anymore. I don’t know, that all sounds quite brutal to me. Leaving was what I had to do to be true to myself.

The last few years have been great. She’s doted over me and gone above and beyond to keep me satisfied. Our home is our little sanctuary, and I’ve loved using her, and gradually making her more and more depraved. I’ve never really strayed, just my favourite stripper who help when work’s stressful, and the odd hookup, but nothing significant. Read more »

College musing

It’s a cliche to see young women in active wear, and frankly, not my thing. I’m usually drawn to the arty alternate types, the ones who listen to bands barely anyone’s heard of, and have more than a token appreciation of style. Studying in a post-graduate class, where most people come from privileged upbringings, means everyone’s competing for status; it bores me.

I’d be lying if I said you didn’t catch my eye. The way the leggings tightly hug your figure, born of 1000’s of squats I’m sure. I can’t help but lose concentration, with my imagination drifting to things far more suited to my interests. I can’t help but think you haven’t been with a guy like me, although I’m sure you’re spoilt for choice. I just don’t think you’ve run in the same circles. The kink clubs, swingers parties, and leaving my ex bruised until she stopped begging for more. It’s hard to imagine you under me like that. But maybe hidden under that active wear is someone who craves to be used. Maybe it serves a dual purpose; garnering attention for your exquisite figure, and hiding all of your little secrets. Read more »