NeedyLittleMommy, Author at NSFW story

Night Flight [MF] [Cheating]

It was going to be a long flight. From London to New York, right around eight hours. Tessa slid her carryon into the overhead bin and sat in the aisle seat, her laptop bag on her lap. At least the flight was overnight. Perhaps she could sleep, or watch a movie. She watched as people boarded, hoping silently that no one would claim the seat next to her. A quiet woman slid into the window seat, immediately putting headphones on and turning away from Tessa.

A lean man in a blue dress shirt and slim corduroy trousers stopped in Tessa’s row, sliding a large wheeled bag into the compartment across the aisle. Tessa’s eyes took in his narrow waist and firm ass. His sleeves were rolled halfway up his hairy forearms, and she could see his lithe muscles flexing. It was so effortlessly sexy, Tessa wondered if he had any idea when he got dressed that morning. *Perhaps this flight will be fun after all,* Tessa mused silently. His light brown hair sat in a mop of curls above his head, trimmed yet a bit wild. She hadn’t even seen his face yet, but she was intrigued. Read more »

[FM] Sneaking out of my house for cock? What am I? A horny teen??

Bryan and I met on Reddit, after he saw a request I made on RAOMD. He was in his mid-thirties, me in my early forties. He told me that was hot. I told him I felt old. We laughed.

We had been chatting intensely over the course of an entire day, teasing each other, and sending pics that became increasingly dirtier. Finally, he sent me a dick pic. Let’s just say that it piqued my interest. Almost impossibly thick at the base, with a slight curve, it looked almost like something sold on Bad Dragon. (I told him this, and he had no idea what I was talking about.) We had both been touching ourselves intermittently throughout the conversation, neither of us cumming, wanting instead to take out our frustrations on each other.

The only problem was, it was nearly 1 am and he lived a good 45 minutes away. I had family in town for a birthday party, and couldn’t drive that far. My panties were soaked from being so turned on all day, and my brain was taking a back seat to my libido. Read more »

We’re just friends….right? [FM] [Cheating] [Passion] [Fiction]

I met Philip at a coffee house. We were both waiting at the counter, standing a few feet apart, when the barista called his order first. He was wearing black-framed glasses, a grey t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a pair of athletic shorts. I was in a knee-length flowy red skirt and black top, tight enough to showcase my ample breasts. He was typing something on his phone, not really acknowledging anyone around him. He certainly didn’t seem to notice me checking him out, which allowed me a very good look.

“Chai with oat milk for Phil.” He looked up finally, slid his phone into his pocket, and stepped to the counter, grabbing the paper cup and turning around.

He must have seen me laugh because he blushed slightly before he said, “Hey, it tastes better than regular milk.” I just shrugged, waiting for the barista to set down my own order. A moment later, her voice rang out again.

“Another chai with oat milk for Kat.” Read more »

Fucking an off-duty cop in the back of his car [FM]

Jim is a cop. Maybe it’s cliché to say that men in uniform are hot, but the first time I saw a photo of him in his police vest, holding a rifle and flexing his large biceps, I knew I had to see him in person. We exchanged pictures and dirty messages for awhile, making each other laugh and describing all the naughty things we wanted to do.

Schedules kept us apart for weeks, until we were finally able to meet in a parking garage. Not ideal, but not bad for a quickie.

*I have a spot in the back,* he texted me. *Just come into the rear passenger side.*

I pulled into the garage, spotting his black sedan and parking a ways away. I walked to the car as casually as possible, my little skirt swishing on my thighs as my hips swayed. Finally, I was going to be able to get my hands on him. My heart beat faster as I approached his car. I pulled the door open and he leaned over, greeting me with a smile. Read more »

Naughty Night Nurse [MF] [Fiction] [Noncon]

Gina smiled to herself. She loved working in the sleep study ward by herself at night. The rooms were always so quiet, and ever since the FDA released their new sleep drug Inviprex, things got a bit more…interesting.

The new drug was amazing at helping those with insomnia, especially young men. But there was a very noticeable side effect. Very large erections, and sometimes hyperspermia. At first Gina was embarrassed by the tents being pitched in the rooms. She would go about taking the patients’ vitals but found her eyes being drawn to the center of the bed. Once, she even pulled the sheet back and touched one. The patient moaned softly but didn’t wake up.

Gina found herself getting more and more turned on at the idea of having sex with one of these men. She knew it was wrong, of course, but she couldn’t help it. The long hours she put in made it difficult to have a boyfriend and she was beside herself with sexual desire. Dildos just weren’t cutting it for her anymore. She needed the stimulation of a real man inside her. Read more »

The Voyeur. Part 3

Dave stood in the entrance for a moment, his hair still damp from the shower, lightly disheveled. He was wearing his usual athletic shorts and T-shirt, but also had his glasses on. I can’t remember seeing him in his glasses before. It lended a professorial look to him that, in complete honesty, only deepened my already dizzying attraction.

He entered with a smile, then turned and locked the shed door, leaning against it with a sigh.

“Do you see my problem now, Leah? She can barely even satisfy me.” He frowned before shrugging and crossing the short distance between us. He stopped right in front of me, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him, smell his soap.

“I have so much to give, Leah. So much.” I thought at first he was going to kiss me, and my breath caught in my chest. Instead, he turned and waved his hand, saying, “But we’ll get to that.” I watched him. I really wasn’t sure what he wanted from me now. My body was still tingling from everything I had seen and the little bit of touching I had been able to do. I was aching for release, but didn’t want to break whatever spell kept this going. Read more »

The Voyeur, Part 2 of 3 [MF] [F watching]

I showed up right at 6, as instructed, parking a couple houses down. I walked to Coach Dave’s house, my heart beating hard, my excuse to my husband echoing in my ears. *Just a girls’ night, sweetie. I may be out pretty late. You know how Jayne is when we’re drinking.*

It gave me a reason to dress nicely as well, in a low-cut black top and tight, dark-wash jeans. I wore my hair down, in easy waves over my shoulders. I walked up to his door, took a deep breath, and knocked. There was no going back now. The moments between my knock and him answering the door seemed like an eternity, and I considered going back to my car. Calling the whole thing off. Maybe actually going out with Jayne and forgetting all about this silly idea.

Just as I was about to turn to leave, Dave swung the door open. He looked me up and down and smiled broadly. “So punctual,” he cooed. He stepped aside to let me in, and locked the door behind me, leaning against the dark wood. I took the opportunity to return the appraising glance, noting that he was wearing a tight t-shirt and soft pajama pants. I could see the bulge leaning leftward, making me wonder if he was wearing any underwear at all. Read more »

The Voyeur, Part 1 of 3 [MF]

Dave was one of those guys who just commanded attention. Charisma, some might call it, or charm. Whatever it was, he grabbed the attention of just about every woman he spoke to. Friendly, gregarious, with a twinkle in his light hazel eyes and a light beard on his chiseled jaw, I could see women undress him with their eyes as he walked by. His smile could make your breath catch, disarming you in a fraction of a second.

“Such a great guy.”

“Did you know he coaches soccer?”

“All that and volunteering at the animal shelter?”

“His wife is so lucky.”

So lucky.

I don’t know precisely what made his gaze linger upon me that day. Perhaps it was my low-cut top, artfully displaying the cleft between my pale, heavy breasts. Or the skirt that I wore, riding up my thigh when I crossed my long legs. Or maybe he could just sense that underneath my soccer mom facade there lurked a cock-hungry slut. Whatever the motivation, I was thrilled to have been chosen. It started simply, asking me to bring the snack to practice, asking if I could have my kids stay to clean up. Then finally, he invited me to his office, under the pretense of needing an assistant coach. Read more »

I visit Miguel at his home [FM] [mdom] [dubcon]

(This is a continuation of the story started in the waxing post.)

Miguel had really gotten in my head after the waxing. It didn’t help that my skin, sensitive and inflamed from the procedure, served as a constant reminder. I couldn’t stop thinking of his deep, commanding voice, hands on my body, and the effortless way with which he took control of me. Normally, I wouldn’t even consider seeing someone like that again, but I felt drawn to him, unable to focus on work or anything else.

And that’s how I found myself standing in front of my mirror naked at 5:30 on Friday evening, his words echoing in my head. “Impress me.” How would I go about doing that? Clearly he is a man who is used to getting whatever he wants. How do *I* impress *him?*

I stepped into the shower, the hot water running in rivulets down my soft, ivory skin. I scrubbed my body, then shaved my legs and armpits. After rinsing one last time, I applied lotion to every inch of my body, a light baby powder scent covering me. I towel-dried my hair and opened my lingerie drawer. I used to wear lingerie often, one of my past boyfriends having a bit of a fetish for it. Read more »