, Author at NSFW story — Page 11 of 58

[FM] Cheating on My Husband with my Sons Nerdy Friend

So for a bit of clarification I’ve been married about 16 years after a shotgun wedding/pregnancy that led to a few years of a lukewarm marriage followed by 6 years of me generally fucking anything that will give me attention due to a cold sexlife. In all honesty, I get off on the secrecy of the affairs and how kinky they can be!.

I’m about 5’7, British and have long black hair that I keep in straight bangs. I’d say my figure is busty and curvy but definitely not the podgy kind. I’m proud of my 36E tits and the ass that I’ve gained from years of squatting and running, it especially turns me on to know that guys are staring at my body. I love makeup and never leave the house with a plain face, but even with all my efforts my husband still wont fuck me the way I want him to.

Date Night

We’ve just come home from dinner and I flop onto the bed. We’ve had a beautiful date night and a little too much red wine. You come in after me, wearing a tight black dress that clings to your body. You’ve got a cheeky little grin on your face like you have something planned. You present your hand and in it, your soaked panties, and place them in my mouth.

You climb on top of me and start undoing my pants, pulling out my cock and start stroking. You look so please that I’m growing harder and harder in your soft hand. Without hesitation, you plunged the head on cock into your mouth and down your throat, swirling your tongue around and around. I am in ecstasy. You know just how to do it, stroking my shaft, fondling my balls, and licking all over. I can’t help myself, I run my hands through your hair pulling whilst pushing my cock further down your throat. All the while you’re fingering and playing with yourself, preparing yourself.. Read more »

Family Friend on Christmas Eve (MF)

It was Christmas Eve and my parents annual holiday party had begun. It was the best yet. The house was packed. At 25, I had started enjoying seeing everyone and celebrating the accomplishments of friends and family.

One guest in particular I always looked forward to seeing was my mother’s friends’ daughter. She was 19 and had a crush on me since she was little. She was a girl I always said, “She can call me when she’s 21,” when my mom and her friend joked about me dating her.

She had grown into something I didn’t expect given her fairly average genetic makeup. She was about 5’2”, which I loved, being a foot taller than her. She had dark features but pale skin. As a cheerleader in college though, she stayed fit. She wore a black, skin tight dress to the party that showed off her bubble butt and new-this-year full set of tits. They were busting out of her dress with cleavage I wanted to shove my face in.

“She’s dressed like a slut,” my sister scoffed quietly to me as she caught me oogling Kim in her sexy dress and high heels. Read more »

The Dream

She told me she want to hear every detail what she looked like how it felt, everything. She leaned back in the chair wearing one of my button ups, she always said she felt sexy in my shirts. She unbuttoned it all the way spread her legs and put one on the table. The soft purple panties she was wearing were already wet. She ran her hand down her chest exposing her beautiful breast and then into her panties, she moaned softly and told me to start. Read more »

Want to Need You

I woke up from a dream aroused beyond belief. My cock peaking out of my boxers throbbing, aching, and needing attention.

My only thought was you. The moon glowed through the window trying to perfect your body, but having a hard time because it was already perfect. I craved to touch you, trace my hand down your arm over your bottom and down your legs but didn’t want to disturb the beauty I was seeing and I know you had a rough day. My cock was aching though I needed you I needed to be inside of you.

I leaned over kissed you on the cheek and then neck with a little nibble and you lightly moaned which made me want you more. I ran my fingers through your hair and down your arm to your fingers. Your arm covered your perfect breast I gently ran my fingertips over your nipple but not enough to wake you. Read more »

That time I had my female boss

This happened 11 years ago when I worked for a popular travel agent. I was 20 years old and had reluctantly agreed to a position after my parents had threatened me to “get a damn job or else you’re out of here”. Extreme I know, but at the time I was a bit of a lazy git!

I ended up work the in bureau de change and for about 6 months nothing really exciting happened. That was however until our manager left under dubious circumstances and they appointed a caretaker manager in the interim. She was 20 years my senior, a slim 40 year old that can only be described as average. I know, right, sexy or what. That being said she certainly wasn’t bad looking. Short red hair, reasonably sized breasts… tediously boring and by the book… or so it appeared.

She commuted from a neighbouring town and knew no one in the local area. She would admit that this temporary appointment was an inconvenience and she couldn’t wait to go back to her normal branch. Read more »

The Female Slave Trade [Straight] [Slavery] [World Bulding]

***Short DISCLAIMER:*** *I just want to make it clear that I in no way endorse real life, harmful slavery or any form of misogyny. Slavery and misogyny however are two common fetishes enjoyed by both doms and subs and men and women. This is just a work of fiction.*

Imagine a world where slavery never ended, except unlike the kind of slavery you know, it’s a world where we recognized the truly inferior beings of our species.

Welcome to my world, where men are superior to women in every way and females are bred and sold as slaves.

Slavery is such a fundamental part of our society that nearly every man in a first world country owns at least one slave. It’s so easy to buy a slave, from the old man at the corner shop to multi-billion dollar corporations and even the Sunday market, they’re everywhere!

Sure, the smaller businesses have less of a selection, typically their slaves are preused, often older and weaker but that means that they’re far cheaper too. If you’re willing to stretch your expenses then there’s an array of companies that specialize in creating and selling only the highest quality of sluts, the most popular one being Blisstopia Slaves which is the world’s first and only multi-trillion dollar company. Read more »

Pleasing Daddy

By the hand, she led Daddy into the garden and around the back so she could smuggle him into her room. Heart thumping in her chest and fumbling with the keys, she turned the lock and quickly pushed him into her room. Her hands were visibly shaking, with nervousness or excitement, she couldn’t quite place. A pool of wetness was quickly forming between her legs, soaking her panties. She had never invited a man into her room. She wanted her Daddy to take her on her very own bed.

With the lights off and her skimpy string outlining her perky breasts, she pushed Daddy against the bedframe and climbed onto his lap, kissing him deeply as she squirmed. Once again she wanted to serve her Daddy with a renewed sense of subservience. She was lost in the heat of passion as she felt both of their lusts blossoming uncontrollably. Forcing herself onto her Daddy while she was on his lap was her biggest subtle power move. She loved to ride her Daddy, the friction between their legs pushing her towards great heights of pleasure. Having him twist her delicate nipples between his fingers enthralled her to no end. She made it known to her Daddy that he was pleasing her, and in turn, doing her best to please him by eliciting sensual moans of approval. Within a matter of minutes, she could feel a tidal wave of euphoria rolling within her body, swelling and distorting. Read more »

She Wore Blue

The sticky, summer heat hasn’t left the air, even though the sun left us hours ago. My flashlight cuts through the night to find branches, brambles, and the ever elusive hem of her dress as she skips ahead, showing the way to some secluded spot she assures me is something special. Her words, mostly.

She slows up ahead, twirls once, then stops. She’s finding it. We must be close. I pick up my pace, narrowing the gap between us, and she skitters off again just as I’m close enough to reach out and touch.

The trees clear, and the brush beneath our feet turns to solid stone. At least, solid stone up until the edge, where the rock face drops ten feet into a lake. She stands at the cliff’s edge, so close her toes almost curl over. Breathless, chest heaving, she looks back to me, her grin stretching from ear to ear.

“What do you think?” Read more »