My Husband Brought a Girl Over to our Hotel Room for a Threesome [femalepleasure][femaleorgasm][threesome][MFF]

As I sat at the hotel lobby bar, I cradled my Cosmo and surveyed the people around. How I loved people-watching and there was no place better! All kinds of people were about … Couples canoodling over a shared wine bottle, fine gentlemen toasting a whiskey, beautiful ladies sipping champagne … till **you** caught my eye, entering the bar breezily! As I took in your striking clothes, tailored perfectly to encase all the right areas, your swift walk as you sauntered in, your seductive smile and the twinkle in your eye as you caught a glance of me. 

I anxiously stood up straight, my hand instinctively going to my hair, then to smooth down my silk dress. I had just had my nipples pierced and the fabric felt lovely over my bare chest, the silk gliding over my nubs, the friction causing them to tingle. As you made your way towards me slowly, I could see others glance at you lustfully, envious as you made a beeline towards me. Your mischievous smile broke, revealing your perfect straight teeth making me catch my breath and I felt my chest swell. 

I [F38] Masturbated to Audio Porn and then let my Husband [M40] Fuck me and Cum on my Tits [femalepleasure] [femaleorgasm] [fm] [masturbation] [hotelsex] [cumshot]

It had been quite a while since we had a whole night to ourselves, and I’m not talking about days or weeks. I mean months.

Its been months since Zac and I had time to enjoy each other’s company without any distractions and worries. We went from being this young hot sexy couple, who went on random vacations and fucked around on every piece of furniture we could find to a tired, boring couple who’s in bed by 9pm.

Don’t get me wrong, we wouldn’t trade our kids for anything in the world. But it has definitely taken a toll on our sex life. Between the sleepless nights, the constant need for attention and occasional crying our sexual interest seems to have dimmed away. Luckily though, we’re still very much in love, it’s just a different kind of love. The “babe, why don’t you sleep in the spare bedroom tonight while I take care of the kids?” type of love, or the “let me rub your feet” kind of love. Mushy and comforting type. But despite us coping so well with our new norm, we both definitely miss the times we had before.

Tales of a Lesbian Air Hostess [f35]: I met a girl in the Hotel Elevator [femalepleasure][femaleorgasm] [lesbian] [masturbation] [sextoys]

As I wrapped my fingers around my suitcase and tapped my heels down the never-ending corridors, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the windows. I’ve been an air hostess for over ten years, but I still wore my uniform with pride as if it was my first day.

The dark, sleek pencil skirt rose up slightly above my knees and hugged me tightly around my waist. My blazer was always ironed to perfection and snug around my breasts, giving me a sweet hourglass figure.  Then my own little twist, I parted my hair in the middle and pulled it back into a tight low bun to expose my neck and my latest necklace. Paired up with a set of earrings, mascara and dark red lipstick. Lastly, a pair of black heels bring the look together, making my legs look lean and toned.

I kept on marching down through the corridors, making my way through the chaos that airports thrived upon. You could see so many different emotions. Some passengers looking like they’re going to burst with joy, others crying before leaving their loved ones, and others just looking utterly confused. Those confused faces are exactly what I wanted to avoid.

I [f22] got horny reading my erotica book, and then had sex with my boyfriend [m24]

Like every other weekday, I woke up before Ryan. We’ve been like this ever since we’ve moved in together. I’m more of a morning person than he is. So I usually get up before he does, go to the gym, get the groceries and then snuggle back in bed with him to wake him up. It’s one of the perks you get when you work from home, and I liked how it all worked out so effortlessly.

But yesterday, as I woke up at 7 to get my first cup of coffee, I looked outside the windows and watched the dark skies fill up with rain. The thunder was already brewing so loudly, and lightning was showing its teeth too. So instead of going out into the cold world, I decided to grab my book and get comfy inside my warm home. After all, it had been sitting on the shelf, untouched for almost a month. And now felt like the perfect cosy morning to start reading it.

I chugged a large glass of water as I always did in the morning, grabbed my coffee mug and found myself cuddling the blanket on our sofa. Looking out through the windows admiring the drops of rain that raced each other down.

My First Lesbian Experience: It started with a Kiss in the Hot Tub [ff] [femalepleasure] [femaleorgasm] [lesbian] [oral]

At last, our battle towards the World Championships was finally over. All those years and months of hard work, the pain, sweat and tears, they all lead up to this moment right here. Clasping onto our gold medals and flashing our teeth at every camera. Gymnastics was all that we had, and all that we’d ever known really.

At 22 years old, we could count the number of times we got drunk on the tips of our fingers, and we certainly did not have a normal lifestyle growing up. Between the strict diet and the long hours of training, we didn’t have much time to have fun outside the gym. So Eve and I instantly became friends, trying to make the best out of what we had.

We moved in together about 3 years ago, and despite all of our differences, it has worked out pretty well. I was a bit more shy and reserved than Eve, and I had only been out on a couple of dates, so my love and sex life were particularly dry. On the other hand, Eve was very outspoken and energetic, the type of girl who’d attract everyone’s interest, no matter where we went.

Boyfriend [m28] dominated by girlfriend [f26] after returning home for New Year’s Eve! [femalepleasure] [fm] [bondage] [bdsm]

Peter was meant to land in an hour! We’d been apart for most of this year, given the quarantine and all the closing of borders we couldn’t really just hop onto a plane and meet up for the weekend. Long-distance relationships aren’t particularly easy, but this year has definitely brought it up to a new level.

But now that New Year’s Eve was finally here I didn’t care much because finally, he was coming home. A night that I had been looking forward to for such a long time, and I planned to make it unforgettable. Since he had to stay in quarantine, I decided on having a cosy night in. Besides, both of us needed some serious catching up, especially in the bedroom.

I’d set out all the candles, rose petals and wine – when I had a better idea. Over the months, we’d been having phone sex continuously to make up for the lack of touch. I’d touch myself, bringing myself to orgasm over and over again as I’d hear him breathe heavily at the other end, on the brink of orgasm as well.

Sweet Vanilla Morning Sex [fm] [femalepleasure][femaleorgasm]

Our flight had been delayed, so we ended up having to wait an extra 3 hours at the airport before we even took off. But finally, we managed to arrive in Rome around midnight.

The dark sky was reflecting onto the narrow streets, that were faintly lit with small lights all throughout the city. The warm summer night breeze brushed over our skin, welcoming us to the heart of town. And even though it was nearly one in the morning, Rome was bustling with life.

The restaurants still had people sitting around, the bars were open, and the street musician was playing his heart out on the violin.

Jack and I wanted to grab a chair and enjoy some wine. But as much as we both wanted to stay, we were both really exhausted.

So we checked into our hotel room and collapsed onto our bed instead. Our room was cosy, it was draped in neutral colours, and it smelled like rose petals. The balcony was filled with plants, and it had a great view of the city, perfect for that early morning coffee.

[f25] My Master [m30] Returned Home to fuck me hard! [femalepleasure] [hardcore] [ballgag] [nippleclamps] [blindfold]

*“Fancy seeing you here again.”*

Fuck. Could it really be him? Shouldn’t he be somewhere in Australia right now? Chills crept down my spine and goosebumps pierced through my skin. It felt like my lungs stopped working for a second as if my breath was somehow cemented inside of me. It took me weeks, hell even months to get over him. Why the fuck would he come back now?

I took a deep breath in, releasing the tension that was now flaming in my chest, and turned around to find him standing there. Looking better than ever.

His 6’4 frame stood there towering over anyone who came close. His athletic built was well masked under his tailored suit and coat, but his entire face was exposed. That muddy black hair that I ran my fingers through was now styled flawlessly with the sides fading lightly into his thick fresh-cut beard.

Personalized Handwritten Erotica Letters – Do you want them?

As you know by now I specialize in writing erotica stories. I got the idea to start sending personalized and handwritten erotica letters to my most loyal readers. Its a way to connect with you better, and bring back a hint of romance that we seem to have lost in today’s world.

Would it be something that interests you?

Comment below or chat <3

Love Nina xoxo

Our Art Project turned into a Threesome [ffm] with an audience [femalepleasure] [voyeur] [lesbian][bisexual] [cumshot]

“Ok class. Wonderful work today, I think we’re all happy with the results. Now for next week, I’m taking a new direction. We’ve all known each other for some time, and we’ve grown more comfortable with each other. So what I’d like you to do is to split into groups, and work together. The theme is going to be ‘Naked’, it’s up to you which direction you want to take this but don’t be afraid to explore new areas and push your limits. As I’ve already said a million times, pushing our boundaries is what makes art so raw! So yeah, have a great weekend, and I’ll see you again on  Friday.”

I’d been going to art classes for almost a year now, it’s my way of escaping reality. When I paint, I only focus on what I’m seeing, and I forgot about the rest of the world. I’ve also made quite a few friends here, most of us are in our late 20s or early 30s, and we all love to get together after class for a glass of wine.

*“Hey, Amy! I love your painting you’ve really outdone yourself, wow!”*

*“Yeah Ams, that looks great!”*