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The Hotel Bar [MF] [Older Man]

Kelly had checked in to her hotel, but she hadn’t even bothered to go to the room before plopping on a stool at the hotel bar. The train ride had been long. Her job was demanding. Her family life was good for the most part, but if she were honest she’d admit a short break wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

She was tired, and it was all a little overwhelming. She decided a gin and tonic would help clear her mind—or at least relax it.

She had just motioned the bartender for a refill when an older man slid on to the stool next to her.

“I’ll pick up the next round for the young lady here,” he offered while gesturing to the bartender. Kelly glanced at him to refuse the offer, but then did a double-take when she recognized the voice.

“Mr. Cunningham?” she blurted. “Oh my god, is that you?”

“Hi Kelly,” the man grinned. “I thought that was you. Please, call me Andrew.” Read more »

Working Late [MF] [Cheating]

“I’m working late tonight.”

Abby heard her own voice say the words to her husband on the phone, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn’t even hear what his reply was—something about how he missed her. She couldn’t focus.

Abby tried to concentrate, but she stood no chance as Kevin’s lips planted soft kisses on her shoulder. She felt his fingers sliding up under the hemline of her skirt. His other hand was finishing unbuttoning her professional white blouse, which soon fell open to partially expose a small glimpse of her lacy, white bra.

And, of course, there was his hardening bulge pressed against her panties as she straddled him in the backseat of her car.

“Yeah, I know it’s been happening a lot. But I’ll be home before too long.” Abby managed to compose herself, if only briefly. “I promise.”

Kevin’s mouth trailed kisses and licks from her shoulder to her collar bone. He pulled her blouse over her shoulders as his mouth continued its journey to the top of her breasts. Read more »

Sunday Morning [MF]

The soft morning sunlight draws you out of your peaceful slumber. Before even opening your eyes, you draw a deep breath and take a moment to soak in the feeling of utter relaxation and contentment you feel snuggled in your bed.

You roll on to your side and open your eyes. Next to you, you see him still sleeping. The morning light highlights the subtle rise and fall of the covers while he breathes in his sleep.

You almost feel guilty for disturbing him, but you can’t help it. As you move his direction, he sleepily moves his arm and you snuggle up against his side. You rest your head on his shoulder and your arm on his bare chest.

“Good morning,” you whisper, nuzzling his stubble with your nose and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Mmm…” he sighs, relaxed and content. His eyes still closed, he pulls you closer, holding you tight and wrapping you in his quiet strength. You feel his fingertips trace light arcs across your lower back, over the oversize cotton t-shirt you’d worn to bed. Read more »

Gone Again [MF]

>She’s gone again this weekend.

She stared at her phone, reading the text message again and again. They had agreed that their affair was going to be a one-time thing. They had agreed to chalk it up to a moment of weakness that had led to several amazing hours of forbidden passion.

His message indicated that it wasn’t only her that wished they could repeat that weekend. The heat. The passion. The wrongness of it all, which made it that much better.

His wife had been away on business. At his wife’s request, she had agreed to check up on him. Neither of them remember exactly who started it, but the two of them ended up spending most of that weekend naked together. First in the bedroom, then the living room. Then the kitchen and the shower. Then back to bed. It was as if they had been meant to be lovers for years and were making up for lost time.

She remembered the warmth of his lips as they caressed her breasts and lightly sucked her hardening nipples. She thought of the feel of his hands parting her thighs and his rough fingers gently probing the wetness between her legs. Read more »

Two Weeks [MF] [Friends to Lovers]

“You ready?” Katherine stood in the doorway, grasping a bottle of champagne. She had already pulled off the foil and was untwisting the wire cage around the cork.

“Watch where you point that thing, someone might lose an eye,” Charles replied, ducking out of the way. “And I’m afraid that someone is going to be me…”

Now safely out of the way of the line of fire, he continued. “To answer your question: yes, I’m *extremely* ready.”

Katherine rolled her eyes, looking at the clock on the microwave of their shared apartment. Finally, the green numbers flipped from 4:29 to 4:30 in the afternoon.

*POP!*

“Two weeks!” Katherine exclaimed, a tiny bit of bubbling champagne running done her hand. She poured the wine into two waiting flutes.

“Two fucking weeks,” Charles repeated, holding out his glass for a quick toast. They both downed their glasses quickly. Katherine reached to the bottle and poured herself a refill before handing it over to Charles, who followed her lead.

“This isn’t weird, right?” Charles asked. “Like, it’s the middle of a Tuesday afternoon and we’re drinking champagne.” He squinted at the bottle. “Or, something that might pass for champagne at a high school prom afterparty…” Read more »

Maid of Honor [MF] [Cheating]

“Jake? What are you doing here? I was just leaving!”

Quinn wasn’t lying. She stood before him in her doorway, holding her purse. She was in a short dark skirt and white blouse.

Jake acted surprised. “Really? Where are you going?”

“You know where I’m going,” she answered with an annoyed look. “I’m meeting your fiancée at the bridal shop.”

It was true. Quinn was going to be the maid of honor at his wedding, and she was helping his fiancée pick out a dress this afternoon. Jake had arrived at her door just in time.

“Text her. Tell her you’ll be late.”

“Jake –”

“Text her. We’ll be quick.” With that, Jake moved towards her and put his hand on her waist. He leaned in and kissed her neck.

“Mmm…” Quinn moaned involuntarily, feeling his hot breath on her neck and cheek. “Jake… we can’t keep doing this.”

“Uh huh,” Jake feigned agreement, knowing that any resistance she had was melting away as he moved his hands over her blouse and cupped her breasts. She enthusiastically kissed him back as he brought his lips to hers. Read more »

The Necklace [MF] [Age Difference]

“No, leave it on,” I insisted.

Shelly gave me a questioning look.

“A promise is a promise, Shelly,” I responded, sternly.

Shelly’s hands moved away from the heart necklace she said she had gotten from her college boyfriend — the one she’d promised she wouldn’t take off. It fell back to her chest, twinkling in the daylight, just above her pair of young, firm breasts. That necklace was all she had on.

“On the bed,” I continued. Obediently, if a little nervously, she moved to the white comforter and sat down. “No, turn around.” She flipped over and got on all fours, pointing her young, firm ass in my direction. Her pussy was glistening with slippery arousal.

“That’s better,” I encouraged, still not approaching her.

I admired the view for a moment before continuing. “Shelly, are you sure you want me to take you? If we do this, there’s no going back.”

She twisted her neck to face me. She was biting her lip, and it was all she could do not to touch herself. She nodded her head.

I still didn’t move.

Looking at me expectantly, impatiently, she finally let out a whimper. “Sam. Please.” Read more »

The Wedding [Part 3] [MF] [Creampie] [Cheating]

“Oh, sorry!” I had walked into the wrong room to find Tina, in her dress and waiting for the wedding to start, alone.

I was about to close the door when she called out. “No, come back! You’re Sam, right?”

“That’s me,” I said sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting. I just wanted some alone time away from my family,” she assured me. She walked towards me and twirled her dress. “So, what do you think?”

“Gorgeous,” I said reflexively. I meant it. The middle of three sisters, she was in her mid twenties. The white wedding dress perfectly complimented her beautiful bronze skin.

She smiled, but something was clearly on her mind. “I wish my fiancé felt that way.”

“I’m sure he does,” I encouraged. William, her fiancé, was a sleazebag but he wasn’t an idiot.

“Do you think that’s why he got a blowjob from a stripper at his bachelor party?” she asked, sarcastically.

“Oh,” I said, startled. “Um…” I was wrong – maybe William was an idiot.

She walked over. “Don’t worry about that. You don’t have to explain anything. You weren’t even there.” Read more »

The Club [MF] [Anonymous Sex] [Creampie]

“Come on, live a little.”

That was what her friends had said to convince her to go to the club in the first place. She took their words to heart, figuring she could use a night out.

She was near the middle of the dance floor when she had first felt his hands on her hips. Any other night, she would have pushed him away. But tonight, she repeated her mantra: *Come on. Live a little.*

Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was tall, dark and handsome — just her type. She turned to face him, deciding to enjoy some harmless dancing with a stranger.

Dancing led to grinding. Grinding led to making out. And before she knew it, she was being led into a remote corner of the club.

The feeling of her back against the wall, his lips on her neck, his hardened manhood pressing against her thigh, the growing heat between her legs — it was all moving so fast. Normally, she would have put a stop to this. Normally, she would have taken control. Read more »

The Wedding [Part 2] [MF] [Creampie] [Cheating]

I woke up in Ana’s room, hoping for a round 2 of our activity the night before. But instead of the beautiful Latina coed I expected to see next to me, there was only a note: “Good morning! Sorry I had to take off. See ya! – Ana ♥”

“Damn,” I thought. “I guess she really did mean just one night.”

I took a shower, got dressed and walked out of Ana’s room, hoping to sneak away without being detected. Not two steps out the door, though, I ran into Maria, Ana’s oldest sister and my old college friend who had convinced me to come to this wedding in the first place.

“Sam! How are you?” she said, very happy to see me after several years. Her face quickly changed expression, though, as she realized where I had been. “Wait. Isn’t that my sister’s room?”

It was true. I had just spent the night with her youngest sister, a college senior. I didn’t have to say anything – the look on my face confirmed she was right.

“Sam! She’s just a kid, you know,” Maria scolded me. Read more »