Author: milkchocobuns

First foursome experience (and looking for more) (Part 2) [Group]

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Taking our attention off Anita for some time as she pants underneath us, I guide Mike’s cock into my mouth and my partner’s into me from behind. I hear him panting softly as he enters my gushing pussy, my wet juices dripping onto Anita below us. “I’m so close”, he moans in my ear. I have to pull Mike’s throbbing cock out of my mouth to whisper back to him: “You’re not allowed to finish yet”. I’ve given my partner the challenging task of finishing last, in the position I pick. And this right now is my turn. 

I grasp Mike’s tight ass, feeling it pulse as he thrusts deeper and deeper, and I hear him moan softly as my tongue deftly navigates the underside of his shaft. He’s close, too. I always knew I was talented.  Read more »

First foursome experience (and looking for more) (Part 1) [Group]

They say the flip side of excitement is anxiety. So what am I experiencing now—this feeling in the pit of my stomach, the accelerated heart rate, shallow breaths, sweaty palms?

Anxiety

But I want this, I asked for it, actively participated in searching for them. I glance at their profile once again and feel my stomach somersault, along with something else… down there. They certainly are a fit couple. She (let’s call her Anita) is gorgeous with long dark hair and a curvy elegant figure, her tight brown ass still bearing the red marks from their very rough session before, I imagine (vividly). As for him (Mike’s a good name), strong and muscular with a cock made for fucking. They’re practically porn stars.

Definitely excitement

But… what if I don’t measure up? I mean, look at her. Has a more perfect pussy ever existed? The bud of her clit, her dark inner thighs contrasted by that shocking pink inside…bet she tastes amazing.

Excitement tinged with anxiety?

Urgh, this constant flipping is driving me insane. I look over at my partner, dressed in a casual button-down, sleeves rolled up to show off those sexy arms, his specs slightly askew as he muses over the crossword on our balcony. Such a nerd; a hot nerd. Read more »

A suite experience [FM]

Who is this pale nervous creature, I wonder as I gaze in the mirror, touching up my eyeliner and checking that my lips aren’t too sticky from the gloss. The butterflies are unforgiving today. Should I ditch? I mean, what do I really know about this guy? We met once. Had a few drinks, compared Spotify playlists, had a drunken romp in the taxi ride back home…that was fun. There was chemistry there, no denying it. 
Urgh, he makes my heart flutter. Or is it the thought that he could be a psycho killer on a rampage and I’m his next victim? I let my mind muse on that for a while, as I often do. The macabre always has held a weird fascination for me.

I shake my head in frustration and cap the eyeliner: a perfectly winged eye after days. That has got to be a sign. No way am I gonna die the day I actually like how I look. I had on a tight black sheer top with a black satin bra underneath, perfectly accentuating my small but well-formed breasts, paired with a red leather mini skirt, black stockings, and booties. I’d been getting appreciative glances the entire night from random guys across the bar, even as I had allowed myself to peek under the table discreetly towards my date’s thigh area. The shine of his suit pants couldn’t disguise the slight raise in the fabric, which took on more prominence whenever I moved my hand up his legs, the last time dangerously close to the raised portion. His sharp intake of breath had been very rewarding.  Read more »

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A suite experience [Part 2] [FM]

“Fuck, such a goddess,” he says, with an appreciative look at my naked form bathed in the moonlight, my perky breasts and erect nipples holding his gaze for a few seconds before he gets back to work. He places my hands over my head so they touch the headboard. My fingers trace the headboard’s ornate floral designs as he binds my hands to the posts with his belt.
As he’s tying my hands, the tie dangling over my face, I bite it to draw him closer.

“Oh, you want this? Take it then,” he says as he removes his tie. I reach for it with my teeth but he moves it further up, beyond their reach. “You won’t decide how to use it.” Drawing the tie taut, he lowers it over my eyes and ties it gently but firmly behind my head. Now my other senses become hyperactivated; I can only smell the soft silk of the tie and feel his short breaths above me. I feel my ankles being pushed down and spread out towards the corners of the bed, then bound by some stretchy but strong fabric. I’m now fully helpless, so ready to give in to what’s in store. He draws his lips closer to me and I search for them with mine, but he draws away at the last second. Read more »

A suite experience [Part 1] [FM]

Who is this pale nervous creature, I wonder as I gaze in the mirror, touching up my eyeliner and checking that my lips aren’t too sticky from the gloss. The butterflies are unforgiving today. Should I ditch? I mean, what do I really know about this guy? We met once. Had a few drinks, compared Spotify playlists, had a drunken romp in the taxi ride back home…that was fun. There was chemistry there, no denying it.
Urgh, he makes my heart flutter. Or is it the thought that he could be a psycho killer on a rampage and I’m his next victim? I let my mind muse on that for a while, as I often do. The macabre always has held a weird fascination for me. Read more »

When I rose to the occasion and got my PhD [MF]

I watch the snow softly falling outside through the tiny window of my office. One side of the window is stuck, so a chilly draft creeps in. I shiver. Even the suit I’d had to wear to my PhD presentation this morning is barely sufficient. My dark cotton slacks are too thin to be of use, and they’re uncomfortably tight. I felt them earlier, to, as I glanced at her in the audience every now and then while presenting my research results. I’m surprised I managed to get through it without stumbling. I shift uncomfortably in my chair at the memory of the feeling. Her gaze upon me, thoughtful, appraising…appreciative? Nah, wishful thinking, surely. Need to get my head back into my work.

At least I have the office to myself today; all the other PhDs are out teaching. It’s going to be a long day. I boot up my laptop and dive into my stats software with a vengeance. All day I’ll be running code to calculate the trajectories of planets in their star systems, trying to find the barest of statistical anomalies that might indicate sentient life. With the frigid wasteland outside and the weekend fast approaching, it feels like I’m on one of the thousands of dud planets with no sentient life whatsoever. Read more »