Author: StrawberrySmutcakes

Just a Blow Job [M/F both 30s] [receiving blow job]

Before anything had been said, or happened, she had imagined everything they had just done weeks prior to it happening. It made her wonder if she imagined it into being or if it was something that all the stars had lined up for her and placed onto her intuition. The experience felt like a dream from how he kissed her all the way to her kissing down his torso, pushing her mouth into the crease of each of his hips while feeling the strength of his thighs beneath her hands. She was so turned on as she kissed over the points of his hip bones before sliding her tongue over the base of his cock.

They had met at the café he worked at. She’d go in and study, or well, “study” because when he was there it was hard not to focus on him. He checked on her often, sometimes bringing her an extra drink or something sweet from the kitchen, and she wondered if he was this friendly with everyone, or was it her? Read more »

F/F (both late 30s) Oral on a Couch

I heard her keys unlock the deadbolt and her foot kick the front door open. There was a rustling of bags and I hoped she had gone to the grocery store as I left my tiny home office, our second bedroom converted into a space for my desk and the overflow of her clothing, to greet her.

“Honey I’m home!” she called, playfully. She did this every time she came home, and it never got old. I loved hearing her voice.

“Hi!” I said, walking into the kitchen, delighted at the vision of her setting the grocery bags down on the counter next to the fridge.

“My love you’re here!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around me.

I laughed, hugging her, replying with, “Of course, where would I be?”

She slid her hands, over my shoulders, then back up again, fingers tracing my collarbone before slipping down to the tops of my breasts, a big grin spreading across her face. “Oh I don’t know, maybe you also had some sexy grocery plans.”

“My grocery plans were I hoped you’d go, so thank you. I’ll put them away.” I said, kissing her neck. Read more »

The Thread (F/F 35-40) fem-dom-light

I sat across from her in the dimly lit café, sweating, half-finished cocktails between us, her intoxicating blue-green eyes penetrating mine, black lashes like butterflies threating to take me away on their wing tips if I wasn’t careful.

I wanted her mouth, wanted to know the flavor of her tongue, and what the texture of her skin felt like beneath my palms.

Her Cheshire cat smile though, full of hunger, trouble, and a pinch of sweetness gave me pause. I felt like a little mouse unsure of whether or not her paw was going to bat me around or pull me into her soft fur. Maybe I wanted both.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but would you like to come over?” she asked, her voice pure silk, her fingertips inching toward mine.

She had taken a spool of tightly wound silver thread, only perceptible by an otherworldly sense buried in the recess of my brain and unraveled a little of it, extending an end to me across the table. Read more »

Almost Friends With Benefits (M/M)

It was pride month, and the usual festivities weren’t going to be happening. Instead three of my favorite drag queens and I were putting together a protest for the Black Lives Matter movement. I had never done anything like it before and I returned home feeling both exuberant and exhausted.

I took my mask off when I walked into my apartment as we were still dealing with the pandemic. I felt raw and untethered, our conversations about internalized racism and what it meant to be an ally right now, loosened some part of me I was unaware of. I poured myself a stiff drink and sat on the couch, letting the day and, my mind settle as I thought about what I needed and what to do next.

What I really wanted wasn’t exactly available. I wanted someone to hold me, to touch me, to listen as I spoke about everything I was feeling. A blow job wouldn’t hurt either. With everything going on, it felt like bad practice to ask someone to come over right now. Read more »

Erotica Featuring…Dating Boundaries During the Coronavirus Times (M/F)

We fucked the first night we met. We caught each other’s eye at a friend’s party and talked for hours until he asked to kiss me. Never have I ever wanted to tear someone’s clothes off so fast in my life. The tenderness of his lips, the firmness of his touch, and the presence of his energy set every part of me on fire.

That was before.

Before the city was on the brink of shutting down, before the panic set in, before the hoarding and fear threatened to turn everything inside out.

I was casually dating a list of humans that was dwindling from going on actual dates and having actual sex to just hanging out via Facetime as the precautions were setting in and we were working to keep ourselves safe as best as we knew how. This only amplified my desire to be close to someone, to feel someone’s skin against mine.

He was in a non-monogamous relationship with a pediatrician. They had different boundaries as to how to proceed and he wanted to get coffee and talk about it two weeks after we met. Read more »

The Garden (M/F, outdoors, teeny bit of voyeurism)

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It was hot as balls while I was finishing cutting the grass at our new house. As I pushed the mower around a tree, I caught a glimpse of my wife’s ass as she was on her knees, planting flowers. She knew the names to all of them and I knew none of them. I had been stealing glances at her and each time, I’d see a new angle that was making me forget about the task at hand, and more about what position we could fuck in right now.

I pushed the lawn mower over to the last section of yard that needed to be cut and thought about taking a break and coming on to her. When I looked over at her she was sitting on her heels, taking a long drink of water from a Mason jar she always had with her.

Amy was wearing cut off shorts, made dirty by planting so much already, and a black and white polka dotted swim suit top. A straw sun hat rested over her auburn hair, the ring on her left hand sparkling in the sunlight. Read more »

Her First Butt Plug (M/F, anal, butt plug, 1st time)

“I have something for you.” he said after dinner while finishing the last of the dishes.

“Oh yeah?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Give me one sec.” he replied as he dried off a glass.

“Take as long as you like. I’m enjoying the view.” I smiled staring at his ass. I was perched on a stool at our kitchen island as we finished up our Sunday routine. I cooked, we ate, he cleaned.

He smirked over his shoulder, wiped his hands on his jeans and kissed my forehead before walking out of the kitchen.

I wondered what he had come up with. The last surprise was a bunch of beautiful bras and underwear after I had mentioned needing to toss some old ones. I set my wine down when he returned. He sat next to me, handing over a small box, his eyes sparkling.

I pulled the lid off and opened the thick layer of red tissue paper to find a bottle of lube and a steel butt plug with a giant purple rhinestone on the end of it.

“What the fuck?” I took it out, examining it. Read more »

Erotica Featuring…Breast Milk (F/F)

Sarah watched her love, Lena, pull out her breast pump and attach it to her nipple like she had done every evening for four months. 

Sarah could hardly get near Lena’s breasts since she became pregnant. They were always sore and full. Now that their baby girl was here, they were still full and sore and now her nipples were chaffed from the pump and from feeding the baby. 

She marveled at the beauty of Lena’s body. She enjoyed watching it change each month, her belly growing and growing, her skin glowing, her desire for sex insatiable, her eyes sparkling with the tired excitement of carrying a life. 

Sarah had no desire for pregnancy, but it was something Lena had dreamed about since she was little. She always wanted to be a mom. She loved being pregnant. Well, loved most of it. 

They both delighted in how big and heavy her breasts had gotten. Lena loved how thick her hair became and how pretty her skin was. She wasn’t thrilled about the morning sickness that lasted five months, or bed rest during her eighth month, but otherwise things had gone well.  Read more »

Beauty School Drop Out (M/F, naked haircut, blow job, pussy eating, nipple piercings)

My phone chimed with a text from Alex letting me know he was here. I pulled on a silk robe and pushed my feet into black heels before going to let him in. I had been looking forward to seeing him all day, and couldn’t hide my smile as I hurried down the hall.

“Hey gorgeous!” he said as I opened the door. He was also wearing a huge smile.

I kissed his cheek. “It’s so great to see you!”

“You as well! How’s your day?” he asked once we were in my unit.

“It’s been really fun! I met a couple of new clients for coffee, and then had a regular bring me this bunny costume he wanted me to wear.”

“A bunny costume? I thought you liked being naked.”

“Oh I do. But I’m open to requests as you know.” I flashed him my thigh through the opening of my robe to show off the straps of my garter. Read more »

Snow Day (F/F, lesbian, neighbors,)

I couldn’t wait for this day. I had been watching the weather all week, preparing a grocery list and praying for the apocalyptic snowstorm the weather folks were predicting.

I doubt anyone was going to be as excited as I was, but they weren’t getting snowed in with Becca, the hot girl who lived upstairs from me that I had been dying to fuck since the day she moved in.

Since then I’d seen her in passing. We exchanged numbers and got coffee a few times. She invited me over once for dinner and it was all I had to not touch her.

She and I decided that if it snowed, we’d call into our respective jobs, she’d come to my place, we’d make a pizza, and salad with wine of course and watch horror movies.

“Hey! The grocery store is insane right now! I’m grabbing two bottles of wine just in case!” Becca’s text came through two days before said storm.

So we’re doing this. A light airy giddiness floated through my chest and I smiled. Read more »