Author: Peachysweet123

Mommy’s Self Care Weekend: Part 7 [FF] [Toys] [Public] [Voyeur] [Exhib] [Public Orgasm]

I walk back into the room and Jess has kicked off the covers. Her glistening pussy, bright pink and puffy. The self-thrusting dildo lying on the sheet between her legs, wiggling away diligently on the bed.

“Holy fuck,” she groans, her glazed eyes traveling down from the ceiling to make unfocused eye contact with me. “Holy. Fuck.”

The cum of the young hotel worker…did he ever say his name?…starts oozing out of my freshly-fucked cunt as I walk to the table where he left our food. I can feel it slipping out it dripping globs and coating my inner thighs. “I like being your live porn,” I tell her, picking a piece of bacon off my sandwich and popping it in my mouth.

“Ha, yeah,” she laughs, sitting up, and making ‘gimme’ hands at her own food. “I’m not exactly sure how the internet is ever gonna do it for me again. This might have ruined me.”

I pass her her plate–some sort of chicken wrap and fries–and then grab mine and climb onto the bed next to her. “Same.” We both dig into our food. Read more »

Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 6 [fsolo] [mutual masturbation] [MF]

(This is part 6 in a series. The previous installments can be found on my profile.)

“You said you’re here until Monday too?” Jess asks me, uncurling her legs from the post-orgasmic fetal position she has been coiled into. Stretching, and then turning onto her side to face me.

I slink down, from my own seated position and lie face her, “Yeah, I don’t live far, but yeah I’m in the hotel until Monday. You?” I am lying in her wet spot, and I don’t care. Watching her naked body next to me, recovering from the squirting orgasm she just had.

“Yeah, we are here until Monday,” she smiles, “We live about 4 hours from here though. This is a working weekend for Rob,” she pauses for a second at the mention of her husband, I can’t quite read the tone behind it. “And a fun weekend for me.”

“Are you having fun?” I ask, glancing toward the soaked sheet underneath my hip.

Jess’s steely blue eyes glint, as she looks toward the wet spot, and then back at me, “God, could you imagine if I said I wasn’t?” Read more »

Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 5 [FF] [squirt] [multiple orgasm] [facesitting]

(This is part 5 of a series. The other parts can be found on my profile.)

Jess lifts herself out of the pool first. “Let’s head up stairs” she’s says. Pretending she didn’t just tell me she was going to sit on my face. I watch the water cascade off her her thighs and ass as she climbs up and out. Moving to the deck chair to retrieve her things. I give myself a few more seconds to recover from the orgasm she just ripped out of me right here in the pool. The older couple who had started to notice me, still glancing my direction.

“You okay sweetie?” The woman calls to me.

I nod. “Yes. I’m okay. Thank you! Just got woozy for a second.”

“Okay,” she replies, then adds “Make sure you eat something! The the heat will get you if you’re hungry.”

I nod, “I will. I’m heading back up to my room and I’m about to.”

She smiles. So do I.

It’s about to be Jess’s pussy, but I mean I’m not lying when I say I’m going upstairs to eat. Read more »

Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 4 [FF] [public] [fingering] [Fdom]

“It’s nice to meet you, Caitlin,” Jess says, smiling at me, “Officially.”

My pussy throbs lightly as I think about how less than 12 hours ago, I was listening through the wall as this woman rode her husband to orgasm. While I masturbated. And encouraged her.

“Honestly,” I say, “I can’t believe this is happening. But I’m glad.”

Jess nods, “I know. The odds right?”

A pool service boy, in khakis shorts and a white button up t-shirt, stops at the foot of our chairs. “Room 711?” Jess nods toward the little side table between our chairs. He steps between us and sets down two mimosas, a plate of fries, and a plate of fruit. “Enjoy. Please let us know if there’s anything else you need, or anything else we can do to improve your morning.”

I snicker to myself hearing those words.

“Thanks. Will do,” Jess replies, as the young guy walks away. She turns to look at me, tilting her head curiously, “What’s so funny?”

I’m imagining the guy who delivered my breakfast, wondering if his erection has subsided. “God, I should be embarrassed to even tell you this,” I say. Read more »

Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 3 [F-solo] [ws] [masturbation] [pee desperation] [edging] [toys]

(This is the third installment in a series, the other two can be found on my profile.)

I sit there, looking at the subject line of the message that has just appears in my reddit inbox “I’m the woman in room 712.” My fingers trembling. Someone is fucking with me.

I go back to my own post and scan through it. Never once did I mention my own room number. I didn’t even mention the hotel I was in. My pussy throbbing around the 8-inch dildo still inside me as I relive the hot moments we share through the wall and as I realize that this message truly has to be coming from the room next door.

There has been quiet from that side of the wall since shortly after we all came. Him in grunting spurts deep inside her. Her in multiple rolling waves riding his cock. And me, straddling the dildo over the rolling chair, pressed against the wall, listening…urging…begging them both through the wall to cum for me as I rode myself to an intensely hard orgasm. I have also been quiet, letting them think I’ve fallen asleep.

But here I am, still awake. I open her message. Read more »

Mommy’s Self Care Weekend: Part 3 [F] [Female masturbation] [orgasm denial] [pee] [watersports] [edging] [toys]

(This is the third installment in a series, the other two can be found on my profile.)

I sit there, looking at the subject line of the message that has just appears in my reddit inbox “I’m the woman in room 712.” My fingers trembling. Someone is fucking with me.

I go back to my own post in SluttyConfessions and scan through it. Never once did I mention my own room number. I didn’t even mention the hotel I was in. My pussy throbbing around the 8-inch dildo still inside me as I relive the hot moments we share through the wall and as I realize that this message truly has to be coming from the room next door.

There has been quiet from that side of the wall since shortly after we all came. Him in grunting spurts deep inside her. Her in multiple rolling waves riding his cock. And me, straddling the dildo over the rolling chair, pressed against the wall, listening…urging…begging them both through the wall to cum for me as I rode myself to an intensely hard orgasm. I have also been quiet, letting them think I’ve fallen asleep. Read more »

Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 2 [F] [fsolo] [masturbation] [dildo] [orgasm] [voyeur] [exhibition] [overheard sex] [hotel]

(This is the second installment in a series about a single mom’s self-care weekend getaway.)

I’m sitting quietly reclined in my hotel bed. My arms slipped through the sleeves of the plush white robe that hangs untied and open, leaving my heavy mommy tits exposed as they droop to either side of my chest. My unsatisfied clit and cunt aching between my legs, still throbbing from my ruined orgasm in the hot tub.

I hear her first.

“shhh, shhhhhh,” the quiet, but clear sound of the woman’s voice, “Is she done? I can’t hear her anymore.”

Then rustling, giggling, the knock of a something against the wall–the headboard?–, and then, unmistakably, the slapping sound of skin on skin. My clit twitches as I realize they are fucking.

The knocking on the wall becoming rhythmic. I hear the low timber of his voice say something to her, but I can’t make it out through the wall. All I know is that she moans in response to it, “mmm, I fucking do. I fucking love it.” Read more »

Mommy’s self-care weekend: Part 1 [F] [Fsolo] [masturbation] [edging] [orgasm denial] [ruined orgasm] [toys] [hot tub] [dildo] [self-degradation] [shame] [exhibition]

I wind up on a self-care solo weekend after my BabyDaddy—who I’m not with—finds me stress crying one day shortly before the first birthday. I breakdown and tell him I’m overwhelmed and exhausted and so ready to wean, but even then I just never have any true alone time. Or not enough.

He’s a good father, good man, and ultimately a good friend. He insisted, as soon as I wean, that I take a weekend completely off.

*“Get away.”* He tells me, *“go to the mountains, go to the beach, stay in town just go, take time. Go. I’ll treat you for being such a good mommy.”*

So, a few weeks later, I go.

Not very far. A luxury hotel he insisted on splurging on, about 20 minutes away in the city.

I’ve packed some comfy sweats; a swimsuit; a pair of jeans and a t-shirt; and one fuck-me dress that I don’t know where I plan on wearing it to or if I’ll even look remotely attractive in it—self-conscious about my post baby body.

I also pack some books and my laptop. And literally every sex toy I own 😈. Read more »

33 [FM] I was drunk and came so hard I pissed all over his cock.

I don’t have a pee fetish and I wasn’t trying to make it happen, but years ago I was hooking up pretty regularly with a FWB and we had gone to a bar where I had gotten preeeetttty drunk.

I wasn’t incoherent by any means, just buzzed and horny. I wound up getting handsy with him at the bar and whispering to him. “I think it’s time to go.” Which obviously he obliged.

He called and Uber and I pawed at him the whole way home. I could feel my bladder filling, but my horny clit and pussy overruled it.

We walked into his apartment and I just mauled him. Kissing him hard. Pressing my hips against his. His clothes and my clothes coming off. His fingers slipping between my pussy lips, feeling my wetness, hooking up against my g spot. The pressure in my cunt pressing against my bladder. I had to pee but I **needed** to be fucked.

I grabbed at his hard cock, stroking him as I sucked his neck and shoulders. Moaning. Bucking my hips against his hand. “Please fuck me.” I begged, buckling my knees and crumbling to the floor. I sucked his cock into my mouth, slicking it up. Begging between sucks.
Please. Fuck. Me. Read more »