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Choose your own adventure, Part 2: meeting my edging partner IRL [WM 30s] [Anal]

Following up on an in-progress fantasy I like to edge to (see profile for part 1)

happy to take suggestions on what happens next <3

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There was a beat as he considered my request – “Actually, Mary, the point is that you do nothing right now—your tits and perky nipples, your wet cunt and throbbing clit, your tight and puckered ass, are mine to just fucking enjoy—so why don’t you do me a favour and be quiet while I explore what is mine?”

He put his hand back on my pussy – running his hands through my bush and just grazing the top of my slit — at this point, I was dying for one of his fingers to just dip further into my cunt. His hands were large—strong and focused strokes feeling and enjoying my soft skin, the soft curly pubes; I loved the feeling of his warm palm – I don’t really know how to describe this but he grasped my undercarriage with his full hand – cupping me between my legs from the top of my slit to my asshole, where his middle and index finger started to burrow to find my taint and hole. There was a warmness and sureness to this action that just made me sink into my restraints. Read more »

Choose your own adventure: Meeting my edging partner IRL

Have had some inspiring chat partners on reddit (some not so much ha) — so this series is dedicated to all the redditors who have made my pussy wet.

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I’d only met my edging partner online … we had chatted about our kinkiest fantasies and shared some anon pics of our cum covered hands, but it was finally a weekend where we could be together and dedicate a full 48 hours to each other in the flesh.

Pierre had planned the whole weekend, so I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. Truth be told, I didn’t know a lot about him … I knew his arms were strong and that his large hands could wrap around my waist and hold me tight. I knew that his cock curved just slightly and that when it was hard, the veins bulged and the head of his cock glistened with precum. I didn’t at all know what he looked like, but our history edging made that entirely unimportant — I had been getting off to his veined forearms for about six months now. I knew I just wanted to see his face flex with release and pleasure after unloading his cum onto mine. Read more »

Fucked on a train in Germany [MFM]

We were travelling that night from Berlin to Prague — we weren’t going for the astronomical clock, or the medieval bridges, I wanted to experience being fucked in one of those anonymous Prague gloryholes. I wanted to visit a sex club and get high in the tourist district.

Anyway, it’s not that far of a train ride from Berlin to Prague, about 4 hours. My boyfriend and I boarded around noon, and were looking forward to being in Prague by dinner.

The train was of the sort that had little seating cabins on one side, while a long hallway ran down the other; each cabin had two rows of seats that faced each other—with three seats in each row.

When I pulled back the sliding door to our cabin, we were greeted by a well dressed, middle aged gentleman, who has already arrived and had packed his things away. The guy seemed busy on his computer, so we smiled politely and I took a seat by the window. Our dark haired gentleman was type’ing away on his computer, which suited me fine—I was looking forward to looking out the window and just daydreaming. Read more »

[MF] At the Cottage, Finally Alone [P1]

We’ve spent the last week at my parents cottage; the weather has been lovely, the food has been great, we’ve had plentiful drink and fun but, by Friday, we were ready to have some alone time. Prayers were answered on Saturday, as my parents headed into town to pick up some groceries and would be staying over with an aunt and uncle, who had invited them for dinner.

We started early afternoon with an edible and headed down to the dock where we got comfortable in some Muskoka chairs. There have been some fires in the area so, while the sun is out and the sky is cloudless, there is still a haze drifting over the lake. This gives the lack a dream like atmosphere though—hazy, still, just imperceptible ripples along the surface of the water. This is my favorite kind of swim, so I decide to jump in. Read more »

Teasing Each Other All Day [FM]

My partner has had a few very stressful weeks, just busy at work leading up to a big (online) event. Last weekend was the first weekend we have just to ourselves, so we decided to make the most of it. Saturday morning we woke around 7:30 and popped some edibles; an hour later, after going back to bed, we went outside to toke and drink some coffee on our patio.

He made breakfast, and we got ready to head out. It was so humid—the air just felt heavy, and the sun is hot—the kind of weather where you know you are going to be sweating no matter what.

He’s wearing a light pair of baggie shorts and t-shirt, and I’m in a long linen dress. Just easy, breezy. Pleasantly stoned, we decide to take a walk—maybe go get some granita at a pizza place in Little Italy. When we arrive, we order some granita and head to a nearby park to enjoy it. The park is just slammed with people—lockdown restrictions ended recently, so people are just out, enjoying themselves. We found a little bench to sit and savour the granita. Read more »

Fucking for Crypto

I started investing in crypto a couple years ago, and have been able to recoup my initial investment plus some tidy returns—though I’m not a day trader — I love hodl’ing my investment and watching it grow.

At the same time, I can’t be super complacent—I’ve started to realize that I need to generate money to fund my crypto investments—my boyfriend doesn’t really “know” how much I have invested. He thinks I hold some BTC and ETH, but doesn’t really know that I’ve been tucking away more and more fiat into the exchange and converting it to crypto.

I’m hardly the first woman who needs to make quick money; and *definitely* not the first that needs to make quick money without her boyfriend knowing about it; and *most certainly* not the first that needs to make quick money without her boyfriend knowing, during a stay at home order, and in a one bedroom apartment.

So I got creative—well, I just started taking extra long showers in my new “photo studio”—the bathroom—it’s well lit, and there’s enough space in one corner that I can set up a little nest of towels and be mostly anonymous. Read more »

A letter for her soldier P2 (MFM)

Part 1 here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lvirjm/a_letter_for_her_soldier_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lvirjm/a_letter_for_her_soldier_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

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While Brown refreshed his drink and rolled another joint, Archer put away his camera and led me to the double wide lounge beside the pool. I could tell he wanted more than my mouth wrapped around his cock, but he started by bringing his mouth to my tits and cleaning off Brown’s cum; whenever he licked a rope of cum, he came back up to share it with me with a full, long kiss. He slowly made his way down my stomach until he was licking and nipping at my pussy lips. I was on my back, but Archer held my legs up and started tonguing deep into my cunt—I could feel him circling the very edge of my pussy; he would push inward, lapping at the ridges of my cunt and drinking in my juices—it was driving me absolutely wild. By this time, Brown had lit up his joint and was watching us from the other lounge chair—he was naked but was not touching himself at all—just letting his hard cock stand straight up. Read more »

A letter for her soldier 1

I was inspired by a recent viral post about a woman who found some racy letters from the 40s … Hope you enjoy part 1.

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Hello Thom

I do miss you, dear. I’m so pleased to hear you and the boys are safe and staying strong. When I received your letter last night, I had to write straight away to tell you about my own adventures (I have to report, I blushed at Loews ps. in your last reply—I feel so contented that the boys are enjoying my stories).

As you know, Sam has been deployed—he left just last week. I’ll miss him (his light touch was divine), but I’m being well taken care in his absence—Brown brought Archer by yesterday; I was surprised, Archer didn’t seem the type—small and spindly, but Brown assured me he could keep up.

The sun was still setting when they dropped by, so we sat on the porch for a little while, just chatting— Archer mentioned his dog just had a litter and showed me some photos he had taken on a polaroid. It turns out that Archer is quite the photographer (outside of his little pups)—he actually has his own darkroom! Imagine—such an interesting fellow! I had him take a picture of me that I’ve enclosed, but I’ll tell you about that later. Read more »