Author: Maleficent-Resist893

Lonely wife seeks sex [F40s] [M40s] [strangers] [female POV]

Beth had all the things a woman of a certain age, a woman like her, should have.

Plenty of lululemon leggings (they really did make her ass look nice). A Peloton bike to use while she wore them. A Yeti in every color and size whether she needed it for coffee or a Moscow Mule.

On school days, she could pretty much do as she pleased. Sandy came every Monday to clean the house, including all 5 bathrooms. So Beth diligently rode her bike, uploaded happy kid pics to Instagram, had lunch with her girlfriends, and read all the spicy novels she could fit on her Kindle.

She’d built herself a really beautiful cage.

And she was starting to think she’d happily lose it all just to get fucked.

Her eye began to wander like a middle aged man’s. There was the neighbor with the broad chest. The other one with the beard and the leaf green eyes. Not to mention the physician neighbor who’d slid his hand up her skirt at the last wine night.

But she didn’t want mess. She just wanted to come any way other than her little pink vibrator. Read more »

Thinking of him [F45] [masturbation] [female pov]

He’d just sent her a live video of Father John Misty singing “when you’re smiling and astride me,” and she knew as he was standing there, next to his wife, it was her hips he saw astride him. Her lips he saw smiling.

She turned the phone’s volume higher. The “oh oh ohs” bouncing between her headphones matching the rhythm of her heartbeat.

She grabbed her breasts and arched her back.

Her pussy was throbbing. It seemed to have a pulse, a beat of its own, and every part of her wanted to crescendo to the lift of the music and the thought of his touch.

Behind her closed eyes she saw his face hovering above her stomach, his hands on her breasts, and as she pictured his head dipping between her thighs, she slid one finger inside.

Wet heat. Her eyes grew wide at the feel of herself. How just the thought of him could make her feel flooded in every way.

She circled her middle finger around her clit, back and forth, around and around.

Her knees were wide open, her back arched, her left hand gripping her breast tightly. Read more »

The 2Fs [M51] [F46] [oral] [love]

The dog heard him at the door before she did, running to greet her favorite human.

What a little traitor, she thought. Who’s home with her all day?

He walked into the kitchen, dropped his messenger bag on the floor and his keys on the counter and said “You need to either feed me or fuck me. It’s been that kind of day.”

John was always direct, which is one of the things she loved best about him.

She’d just poured pasta into a strainer in the sink and the steam and heat had flushed her cheeks and dampened her hair.

She wiped her hands on her apron and walked around the island to him.

“Why not both?” she replied. “Dinner’s not quite ready but I do have a little appetizer for you.”

He took a seat at the bar where there was already a glass of wine waiting for him.

He felt her standing between his knees, her hands on his thighs. She bent down to kiss him; she tasted of tomato sauce and garlic and wine. Just kissing her relaxed him. Her blonde hair cascading by the sides of his face, her long fingers squeezing the tops of his thighs. Read more »

Festival sex [M29] [F24] [exhibitionism]

It was one of those Austin days where anything seemed possible. The crayon blue sky filled with just enough sunshine to warm your bones.

And John was at a private SXSW show standing next to a beautiful woman and he had a beer in each hand. He couldn’t believe his luck.

When a buddy had mentioned his friend Beth would be coming into town and attending the shows with them, he didn’t think much of it. He was focused on seeing as much live music as possible.

He hadn’t counted on this beautiful blonde with round breasts and a laugh that caused her to throw her head back and expose her creamy throat.

He hadn’t counted on the fact that just standing next to her was making him grow hard or that when she brushed his arm it felt like he’d been spattered with hot grease.

He was glad he was holding two beers because if he had a free hand, it would be sliding into the back pocket of her jeans and squeezing that ass.

At that thought, she glanced up at him, her rosebud mouth turning up at the corner, as if she’d read his mind. Read more »

Long distance lovers [M30/F25] [oral] Part 1

When she stepped off the jetway into the terminal and he saw she was wearing the skirt that made him crazy, he knew it was going to be a busy weekend.

It had been weeks since they’d seen one another and yet pulling her into his arms for a hello kiss felt as if she’d never left them.

They hopped into a cab and took off toward the strip.

There are few worse places to be in June than the Vegas desert with its pool-side cement so hot it’ll burn your toes and blow-dryer heat, but it was their birthday month and they wanted to celebrate.

Just being next to her could make him hard and he was having trouble sitting comfortably in the back of this cab thinking about what he’d do to her the moment they were alone.

When they walked into their room, she turned to him, her green eyes bright and excited.

“What first?” she smiled.

“Oh I think you know,” he responded as he ran his hand up the back of her head bringing her gorgeous little mouth to his. Read more »

M31 + F26 have post-fight, post-breakup sex/domination

He sat in his car willing himself to stay. Just call her. Honk for god sakes. Do not go up there. You cannot go up there.

Besides, why did he want to? He was angry with her. She’d embarrassed herself and she’d embarrassed him. He was not getting out of this car. Let her walk down here.

But before he knew it, his legs were walking up the stairs to her apartment and his fist was banging on her door.

She opened the door looking, he assumed, as terrible as she felt. There was make up under her eyes and her blonde hair was everywhere. He could tell she’d been crying and when he saw her pouty mouth, he almost lost all his anger with her.

She was wearing pajama pants and old concert t-shirt. Oh shit, that was his t shirt. He could see the outline of her breasts under the threadbare cotton and he had to close his eyes or he was going to be in real trouble.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you,”she whispered. Read more »

Exes [M51/F45] reunite and fulfill a fantasy [F35]

I’d only been in the bar for a few minutes when I saw you in the doorway. I was already squirming in my seat, all the blood in my body between my legs.

And when you walked in, an older version, but you all the same, every cell in my body lit on fire.

You sit on the barstool next to me, and position yourself so that you’re facing me, my knees trapped between your thighs.

We order 2 Hendricks and tonics and clink our glasses, my hands shaking.

“It’s so good to see you,” your eyes crinkle and it takes all my self control to not touch your face and run my thumb over your lips.

You drape your arm over the back of my bar stool, so that you’ve got me in an embrace even though we’re not touching yet at all.

We catch up and as we talk, the bar fills up. I have to lean forward to hear you, your lips by my ear, my hands sliding up your thighs. Read more »