He was tall and built. Shaggy sort of hair, not quite curly, not quite surfy, somewhere in-between. He couldn’t stop smiling as he gently pulled my nylons down my thighs, and off my legs completely. He brought his open mouth down on my thighs, like he was about to bite into my flesh and savour all my juices. He moved his mouth over my inner thighs, wet and sloppy. I loved being on my back like this, watching. I could tilt my head back at any moment and melt into my own little world, so aware of this other so close to me, wanting. And I could sit up a bit, savouring every glance, feeling such delicious anticipation. His hands grabbed and kneaded my ass as he kept on kissing- now my hips, edging closer to my clit but never close enough to feel satisfied. I squirmed and he smiled. His cock was hard under his cheap boxers. My mind started wandering and now it couldn’t stop. How I wanted to take him in my mouth and hear him moan. How I wanted to really take him deep and hear him moan louder, furrow his brow, and look down at me. I wanted to do this with him standing beside the bed, and me, back arched, ass high, hands grasping at his balls and inner thighs..I wanted him to feel so good that he’d have to close his eyes and concentrate every ounce of his being on not cumming..
Author: macronzi
My Tattoo Artist Gets Fired [MF] [Story] [Naughty Fuck] [Oral] [Fingering]
*Oh, fucccck! You idiot!*
I didn’t actually mean to fall asleep on my couch at 2pm on a Saturday, but sometimes that’s just how the shit hits the fan. My tattoo appointment was in 5 minutes.
I grabbed my phone more dramatically than I needed to and pulled up Instagram to message my tattoo artist. He probably wouldn’t see it right away but I figured it was better than nothing. His name was Jared, but everyone called him ‘Jare’.
This was my fourth tattoo with him, and I admittedly had a bit of a crush… . Not only did he do incredible work, but he was really fucking funny. And hot. He was really hot. Every time we saw each other, the sexual tension just seemed a little bit more…tense.
Earlier I had thought of putting on some makeup and doing my hair some sort of cute pig-tail way but it looked like I was just going to have to bolt. I had some striped, cotton lounge shorts on- They were definitely too short and pajama-like to wear out normally but I was just walking there and then immediately home, so I honestly didn’t care. I threw on a crewneck, some cute skate socks, and crocs. I was going for ‘hot mess’. Jared wouldn’t give a fuck, and I was comfy as hell. Win-win.
The Best Fuck of My Life: A Dad I Babysit For [M33/F25][Age Gap][Babysitter][Sensual][Story][Cheating, sort of][Steamy][Fucking the Nanny]
“Hey David! I know it’s been a while but I have some free evenings this month and I’m looking for some babysitting! Let me know if you and Lauren are interested in a night out or two :)”
I sent the text and had a brief pang of anxiety flash through my stomach. I didn’t think much of it. I was broke and needed some extra income. David was the fourth family I’d messaged that evening.
I noticed right away that he’d seen the message, and was already typing up a reply.
“Hey! Thanks for reaching out. This is super last minute and I totally understand if you won’t be able to make it work, but I’m actually in need of a hand tonight. Let me know if you could come by- maybe from 7 to late?”
It was 5pm. I glanced at my frozen pizza in the oven and looked down to text him back.
“Sure thing! I’ll be there for 7 :)” I replied.
It was early July and it was an absolutely stunning, warm night. The sun was setting at its leisure and I threw on a cute tie-up sundress, my chunky sandals, grabbed my tote bag and headed out the door.
As I walked up the steps to the front door, I saw someone faintly through the glass making their way to meet me.
David swung the door open, and my first thought was: