My first waxing with Miguel [MF] [dub-con] [mdom]

I have always been a bit mercurial when it comes to my pubic hair. Sometimes, I rock a full, untouched bush. Other times, I wax every hair from my body. I’ve long since given up trying to interpret or predict where my whims will take me. Best to just go with it.

On the day in question, I had decided I needed a fresh start. I called up my usual place, but was told that my preferred waxer Jenny was not available. Not one to let that deter me, I scheduled the appointment and drove to the salon.

“Leah Howard,” I told the receptionist, “I have an appointment for a Brazilian at 2:30.”

“Ah yes, Miss Howard,” she replied. “You’ll be seeing our newest waxer Miguel.”

*Miguel.* I blinked at her for a moment. A guy waxer? Weird. Definitely nothing I ever experienced before. I nodded and sat down, waiting for my turn. So, a strange man is about to rip the hair from every fold of my… I squirmed in my seat. Despite an overwhelming ambiguity, I found myself already getting aroused. *Hush,* I chastised myself. *He’s a professional. I’m sure he does this all the time. It’s not sexual for him.*

Oh. He [f]ucked [m]e good…

It had been awhile since we’d seen each other. Sometimes life goes that way. Work gets busy, schedules get full, time for fun is fleeting.

But today. Today all the stars aligned. I called in to work, telling them I was going to be late. I knew there wasn’t much to do for the morning. No real hardship.

Instead I drove to him.

I wasn’t nervous. We’d met up a couple times before. I was excited, ready, horny.

I walked in and we exchanged some pleasantries. Cold weather, bad roads, wasn’t sure you’d make it, etc.

Then we kissed. I took off his hat and tossed it on the floor, grabbing his head as we kissed increasingly passionately. We started pulling our clothes off. Both of us were a little, well, horny. His lightly-haired dark skin contrasted beautifully with my pale, smooth body. I pushed him back on the bed, taking his cock in my mouth. Mmm, I had missed that big, hard dick. I licked it from bottom to top and back again. Then sucked the head. “No hands” he told me, followed by “mm, just like that.” I slowly took his entire thick length down my throat, one, two, three times. I gagged and my mascara ran and he loved it.

[FM] But, but… I never cum first

Nick and I had been chatting for over a year. He lived in the north suburbs and I in the south. With a major city between us and crazy schedules, it just never worked out. Until today.

We had been chatting, texting back and forth. Turned out he was coming down my way and I was getting off work right on time.

We met at the parking lot at a nearby mall, remote enough to draw little attention, but convenient to both of us.

I pulled up to his car, nervous but excited. We both got out, chatting briefly in the chilly air. I was happy. He was even better looking in person than the pics I had seen.
We decided to step into his backseat to take advantage of the tint and the space.

Immediately, we started kissing, our tongues dancing together. He pulled my shirt down, exposing my tits. “I’ve waited so long for these,” he moaned before kissing them.

After some nibbling and licking on my nipples, I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled his pants down and took his cock in my hand, stroking it before sucking the head. He reached under my skirt, his fingertips slipping under his panties and rubbing my clit.

[FM] A good friend cums to town

Mark and I met through RAoMD a couple years ago. He posted to beardsandboners quite a bit, and I liked what I saw. We met at a Starbucks near his house, flirting a bit before heading over there and… well, that’s not the focus of the story.

We played a couple of times but I never got to fuck him. His cock has a beautiful curve and big head. It made my mouth water just to look at it.

Then I moved halfway across the country. We stayed in touch, texting, writing and sending filthy things to each other. Sometimes just being friendly and supportive.

Finally, he announced he was coming to town. We planned on meeting at the hotel, and going from there. I wore a tight t-shirt and a short purple skirt. As I walked to his car, a breeze blew my skirt up. “That’s a nice preview,” he said.

The short ride to the hotel was fun. Catching up a bit. He looked just as good as the first time I saw him. Tall, handsome, and strong. He told me about his trip so far, and I gave him ideas where he could visit.

Intertwined. A scene of love and possession. [MF] [BDSM]

Their laughter trailed off a bit, and she looked down at the remnants of her salad. When she looked up again, his aqua eyes were staring at her intently.

“This was nice,” she managed to utter, hoping her voice didn’t shake as much as she thought it did.

“Yes, nice.” He smiled, and she detected a vibe of him humoring her, as if her nervousness were written on her face.
She couldn’t look at him anymore, so she quickly picked up the dishes and took them to the sink. She knew she somehow had to say what she had come to say, and it wouldn’t be easy with those eyes peering into her.
She opened her mouth, waiting for the words to magically form on her tongue, when he interrupted her.
“Leah.”
She jumped. His voice was closer than she thought it would be. He must have crossed the small distance from the table to the sink while she was absorbed in her own thoughts.

“I didn’t bring you here to do the dishes,” he said, a bit bemused.

“I know, I just… I needed to do something I guess,” she replied, busying her hands with the sponge.

[MF] The army recruiter

Back when I was 16, there was a guy my big brother’s age. We’ll call him Aaron. Aaron was your typical cowboy, skinny with tight jeans. Damn he looked good in a cowboy hat.

He had a great smile, the kind where the eyes wrinkle and you know it’s genuine. Despite crazy mutual attraction, we never actually hooked up. Then he enlisted in the Army and went off to Germany.

Twenty years later, he was back in our hometown. I stopped at a liquor store and he insisted on meeting me there. “Hey, stranger,” he said. I turned around. Skinny cowboy no longer, Aaron had put on a lot of muscle. He was just shy of “thick” and of course, his uniform showed this off nicely.

“Hey!” I said, giving him a hug before paying for my purchases. He walked me to the truck I was driving and when I opened the door I said something about having gained a bit of weight since high school. “You still look amazing,” he said, and kissed me hard on the lips. I put my arms around him as he grabbed my tits and our kiss deepened.

A fun time with his wife upstairs [FM]

I’ve known him for quite some time, long before either of us knew our respective spouses. Though we never dated, there had been a few times when the stars had aligned and we’d come together to fuck like horny college students (which I suppose we were, some of the time).

A couple summers ago, I was coming back to my hometown to visit. He offered to let me stay with him and his family so I didn’t have to make the drive all in one go. It was a hot summer day and I was wearing a blue tank top and brightly colored maxi skirt. The former showed off my ample cleavage, the latter my long legs and round ass. I finally made it to their house, having stopped for some vodka along the way.

I came inside and hugged them, saying hi to the kids before he and I went into the basement to have a few drinks and catch up. We each plopped down on one side of the couch. His wife took the kids upstairs and started putting them to bed. His hand went up my skirt a moment later, fingers deftly pushing my panties to the side. He stroked my already wet slit. I always get wet around him. I can’t help it.