Wild Week, week 2, chapter 6

Later Tuesday morning.

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The matter of timing was everything. When Billy crept back home, he was a couple of minutes ahead of Brianna, who was driving home from Lauren’s house. He slipped back into his room, his well milked cock had gotten a fucking great workout. Maddie was one hell of a hot fuck, god, the nude shows she gave him, the mutual masturbation, her seducing of his Mom while he watched, and this morning, fucking great. As he lay in bed, he heard the front door open and close, and the soft tread of Brianna’s foosteps up the stairs.

He heard her move towards her room, and figured that was it. He hopped out of bed, and made his way to his private ensuite bathroom. Turning on the tap, he waited for the water to heat up, then stepped in to the hot spray, letting the hot water sting his skin for several moments, before turning it down to warm, and picked up the soap to wash himself down with. As he lathered up, his mind ran back what had happened.

Looking for Writers to Commission

Not sure if this kind of solicitation is allowed here, but I thought I’d post it. I’m looking for writers to commission erotica from. I would probably be exclusively commissioning stories that involve overwatch characters and futa. Let me know if you are interested. Please notify me of your rates, as well as any experience you may have writing overwatch characters. Thank you.

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Mommy/ Son Tease

The following is a fictional encounter between you, a cis man and your Mommy, a cis woman. Gender is not discussed but is implied.

I want you to imagine this:

You walk by your Mommy’s room, noticing her napping. You make to walk by, because this is nothing out of the ordinary, but something makes you pause and continue watching. The way the sunlight hits her milky skin arouses you in a way you’ve never felt before, you bite your lip as you watch her roll over, the blankets falling to expose her soft breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, you didn’t know Mommy liked to sleep naked. You can feel yourself getting hard for Mommy and you don’t understand what is happening. You imagine yourself curling up on her lap, your head lying on her bare chest feeling the soothing rise and fall of her breath as your mouth finds its way to her familiar nipple and begin sucking. This fantasy has you lost, still standing in my doorway you don’t even notice when Mommy startles, her eyes slowly opening. You don’t move when you notice she sees you watching her, you worry that you’re about to be scolded and sent away. But to your delight, she smiles at the sight of her sweet boy watching. She lifts the blankets to invite you in and you catch a glance at her nude body waiting for you. Instinctively you make your way to the bed ready to crawl in, but Mommy stops you, “you don’t want to sleep in your clothes do you?” Your eyes grow wide in excitement, but falter, panicked over the erection in your pants. To your delight and shock, you watch a soft smile break over Mommy’s face as she reaches out, starting to undo your pants for you. “Mommy, wait …” you start to say. Not sure how to explain yourself.
“Don’t be ashamed” Mommy says in a reassuring voice, “I’ll show you how to use it”.

Woman Loving Woman Intimate Morning

The following is a fictional encounter between myself, a cis woman, and you. In the following story you are played by someone with a vulva but your gender is not relevant or discussed.

I want you to imagine this:

We are lying in bed, sleepy from the day. I lean in to kiss you goodnight but I feel your mouth open up for me. All thoughts of sleep fall out of my head as I feel my tongue slide against yours. My hand dancing across your skin, cupping your beautiful tits and running your perky nipple between my fingers. I hear you moan at this so I squeeze a little harder, causing your sounds to deepen in desire. I let my palm travel over your curves, stopping to savour at your waist, thighs and ass, not resisting the urge to squeeze you and celebrate you sharing your body with me. I am so desperate to have you and not to rush the experience, how do you do that to me? I can hear your breath quicken as my fingers keep inching their way down between your legs. Begin by teasing you, which is truly a tease for me too, by running my fingers around my prize before finally letting us both enjoy your ready pussy.

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I let my boyfriend fuck another girl in front of me and I eat her out [FFM]

“Babe, this girl said I’m allowed to grab her ass. Can I?” Jesse says rushing over to you through the lights in the trees in the backyard.

“What?? Um no, that’s weird. Everyone knows you’re here with your girlfriend and they’d think you were a cheating asshole.” You raise your eyebrows playfully.

He goes back over to the group he was chatting with while you stay with yours. You see her standing there laughing and touching his arm. She’s about your height but even curvier. Short brown hair, dark eyes, side shave, piercings. She’s definitely hotter than you.

You’re a little jealous, but you always think it’s hot to watch him flirt. He knows it and leans in to whisper something in her ear.

You turn back to your group of mostly fighters’ girlfriends and continue making small talk.

“Like oh my god, can you believe Raheem lost his Bellator fight?” girl 1 says.

“No, I totally thought he had that. Wait, Kat, wasn’t Jesse training him?” girl 2 says.

“Yeah, for a while, but he ended up switching gyms. I think they had some type of disagreement.” you say.

Behind The Scenes [Tease] [Foreplay]

*It all started when you walked in on me as I was in the middle of a photo shoot.
We had been flatmates for less than a week, and, until then, had stayed out of each others’ way.
It was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before you found out about my clandestine life as an exhibitionist.*

I’m arching my back, flipping my hair to one side, working out the best angle for my first photograph…when I notice you standing motionless in the doorway, devouring me with your eyes.

Your eyes hungrily taking in every delicious curve, as you watch my every move, by body twisting in that graceful, feline manner that makes you swallow involuntarily.

My nipples, poking through the thin, translucent lace, begin to harden the second I realize you’re watching me.

The dark outline of my landing strip only partially obscured by the fabric, the contours of my hips and ass perfectly defined, highlighted by the lace borders.

*Stop looking at me.*
I try to sound indignant, I try to ignore that flush of warmth that spreads inside me as steal a glance at you and notice the bulge in your jeans.

A romantic evening Part 1

We sit down together on the couch, it’s been a very fun evening so far. Our drinks in front of us and the room lighting dimmed, my eyes wander across your body. Observing your every move – the way you breathe and smile when you talk. Your eyes, so sinfully bright. You have captivated me and you don’t even realize it yet, or was that your intention all along? You knew I was shy, yet passionate. Can you blame me for feeling this way? I want to make the first move, but you intimidate me with your prowess in your beauty. Unbeknownst to you, my feelings have flourished deeper. A companionship I want to appreciate for the rest of my life, but I am afraid of pushing you away..

We both pause and I look into your eyes, you looking back into mine, thoughts rushing into my head.

“I have loved all of this, I appreciate the time you’ve given me and I truly enjoy your company,” I say. My mind wondering if now is the right time to take my chance, I push back against my thoughts. Patience, I think to myself.

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New Sensations [F solo] [Cyberpunk] [Cyberware] [SciFi]

Neon lights blaze outside my window. Rain patters against the glass, muffling the ad jingles blaring on the street level below.

The whole place smells like garbage.

My small apartment room is crowded by the many take out boxes and strewn clothes all over the floor. I need to clean. I add another meal to the collection, stretching out on the synth leather sofa. It wasn’t cheap, but it’s certainly not a great piece of furniture.

The leather groans under me as I sink deeper into it, watching the same ads play over and over on the television. Same “organic” foods and sex rigs. I’ve tried them all. Most aren’t worth the money.

After awhile, I find myself tracing the joints between my real skin on the cyber prosthesis I just got. It cost both halves of my head, but I’d been saving for months to buy it. My ‘ganic arm was dead numb and I was losing all the dexterity in my fingers. But not anymore.

Flexing my new hand and fingers, it still amazes me how well they can replicate the touch in human skin. My hand is so incredibly sensitive, I can feel even the microscopic changes in surface textures. Doc said it should dull back down after away once my system learns to adjust.

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Read Me!

Hey everyone! As I am nearing the end of the Luke and Emily story, I figured I’d try something out. If you’re interested in a specific story personalized to you, shoot me a message or drop a message in the comments. I’ll ask you a few questions and we can get your dirty little story sorted out! ❤️

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Tis The Season for Giving. [MFFF] [Competition] [Oral] [Cumplay] [Facials] [Slight Fdom]

Mariah and Emily have always been competitive. Ever since they started working together at the bank, they have had this drive in them to one up each other. Working in the collections department, there’s plenty of incentives to “break” old accounts and collect as many payments each month as they can. Having been desk mates sharing a large cubicle ever since Emily started three years ago, they have been thick as thieves.

With a week left until Christmas, the girls were looking forward to the annual office Christmas party. The company springs for some alcohol, food, and music so it’s usually a nice break from the standard office buzzing and phones ringing.

“This year, I’m getting wrecked.” Mariah states in between calls pitched from the auto dialer.

Emily replies, “As opposed to last year when you were so trashed you let Clark from the mailroom finger you?” “hmm?”.

Mariah rolled her eyes and jumped on a call.