RoseVispera, Author at NSFW story

Young new guy in town (MF) (milf) (romantic)

Jenny started noticing him a few weeks into the season. He met her eye contact a week later. At first, Jenny thought maybe he was the college son of one of the wealthy ranch families, the ones that descended to Montana with their Wall Street money and priced out the rest of us who’ve been here for a hundred years. They always seemed to send their teenagers for the summer, you know, to have an “authentic” cowboy experience.
He had a young face. He sat straight and stoically, dark neat hair and a short beard. He always wore jeans and a simple black T-shirt.
He arrived at the diner always at 7am, and he always sat in Brenda’s section. The day of their first conversation was a pretty slow Tuesday. After he paid for his black coffee and bacon and left, Jenny went about her business of organizing the diner’s display of pies in the glass cabinet.
She reached deep into the cabinet and had to bend down awkwardly to not mess up the pies in the back.
She heard the door chime again and thought “Good, I hope this customer orders something more than coffee.”
“Excuse me ma’am?” It was the bearded college dude. Jenny didn’t expect his deep voice. Read more »

Long awaited [FFM]

She is elegant, educated and well-spoken. She is a lawyer first and has recently forayed into entrepreneurship with her first business. Petite, dark hair, full red lips and long lashes. We have met before at parties among mutual friends but this is the first time all three of us are alone.

At the dinner party a few weeks earlier, I was immediately drawn to her as she described an opulent English countryside wedding she attended. We bonded over shared interests of art, travel and empowered female leaders. Although my partner has known her for years before me, I could feel a connection with her when we touched hands and exchanged phone numbers.

She welcomes us to her restored historic home where the small front room is lit by candlelight dancing on the texture of exposed brick. We sit in comfortable chairs but there is also a massage table set up in the center of the room. We enjoy one glass of Zinfandel and she plays an original composition on her glossy grand piano. Her voice is layered with sensuality and effortless elegance. Read more »

Rue La La [FFM] [oral]

True story, part of a longer narrative…

John came up behind Rue and was playing with her hair. She was on her knees and I kissed down her belly tracing her panties. She began to move and grind with anticipation. Rue slid her own hand down her panties and began to rub her own clit, slowly with firmness.

“Here, let me help you?” I asked. She nodded and moaned.
I began to rub over her panties and I already felt how wet she was. I slowly rubbed around in a few large circlar motions. I remember she likes alternating between slow form pressure and tickles. I pulled the blue lace fabric to one side and lightly traced her outer vulva.
“Is this ok?” I ask.
“Yes, Rose” she moaned with consent.
Her wet mucus was already leaking out of her labia. I slid my fingers up and down her outside lips in long slow strokes.
Rue and John were now making out. He was moving to kiss her pink nipples. I watched her face, it glowed in arousal. She began to grind, and she grabbed John’s bulge on the outside of his pants. Read more »

Thank you for sharing (FMF)

I say to both Sara and my boyfriend John, “I’m going to put on a fashion show for you.”
She smiled a wide grin.
“But first, I have a present for you” I give her a gift back and she opens it.

Surprised she announces, “No one’s ever bought me lingerie before!” she exclaims.
“If you would like, go ahead and put it on” I say.

I go up to my room and lay out four different lingerie outfits.

First, an all black lacy corset, black thigh highs, black garter belt, and stripper high patent leather high heels. This outfit is a little edgy and I play a song that strippers may choose as their debut song. It has bass and a beat and it a little more edgy. “Goddamn you are such a lucky man” Sara says to my man as I walk past them, both eyes glued to my ass. She’s wearing her little pink and black shelf bra and matching thong. Her body looks tight and athletic. Read more »

Dinner party threesome [FMF]

This is a true story that occurred when I (F), was 28 at the time and had only been dating my man (38M) for 8 months

Tall, model thin, thick eyeliner and cherry red hair, Keesha (25 F) definitely had her demons. She liked rock concerts and whiskey and spoke with a Texas twang that was sweeter than expected. She preferred fishnets, American Spirits cigarettes and stiletto fake nails. Her eyes were piercingly beautiful green. Photographers always solicited her image and she definitely was the muse of many fashion photo shoots.

People were drawn to her. She came with an entourage that partied hard early in the morning. Noon was too early for morning coffee. She traveled all over for work and was proud to post myriad selfies with rockstars in Vegas.

It’s a false stereotype that all models are superficial. It’s a true stereotype that models don’t eat. She devoured Jung, Plath and drank Rumi and Gibran. From these authors she crafted poetry of her own philosophy.

I had known my partner and Keesha were friends for many years. I suspected at one point they had romantic encounters. He told me she was coming over for dinner one evening and he would like to make dinner for us. Read more »