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True Story [Part 1][MF][Anal][Rough]

(This is the 1st in my series of true stories. Based on the response, I have plenty. Feedback and costructive criticism always welcome)

My phone buzzed. And again. And again. It kept going off so much, I thought someone was calling me. I rolled out of bed, sat up, stretched, and grabbed my phone off the charger.

9 new messages from Candice K.

What the fuck? We still worked together even after the breakup and were cordial, but she didn’t seem to want to keep the friendship after her ex came back to town.

I toss my phone aside without opening the texts, take a piss in the bathroom, and proceed to grab something quick for breakfast. I hear my text alert buzzing across my small apartment.

I sigh, make my way to the room and open the now 10 messages from Candice. My eyes were greeted with pictures of her tits, her lips, her fingers touching her asshole.

And one text

“Are you free?”

As hard as I suddenly was, the petty part of me took over. I shoot back a text, “What about Kody?”

“Who cares? Are you free?” Read more »

[MMF] [wife] [voy] [alcohol] SLEEPING WIFE – Sleeping Wife is the erotic story of a husband’s orgasm over watching his wife of 18 years being abused by two drunken strangers

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It had been one hell of a party. Walt looked around the living room, surveying the empty drink glasses and beer bottles scattered around the room. His eyes came to rest on his wife Kathy, who had passed out on the couch.

At 38 she still looked damned good, especially dressed the way she was in a really short mini skirt and a tank top. She was on her back with one leg draped over the back of the couch, and he could clearly see she had taken off her panties sometime during the night. Her hairy beaver was just visible from across the room.

He smiled, thinking that it was a good thing all of the guests had gone home. He was still smiling as he staggered up the stairs to the bathroom to drain his over-full bladder.

No sooner had Walt gone upstairs than Bill and Warren came up from the family room downstairs. The first thing that came into their view was Kathy’s gaping pussy. They looked at each other in disbelief. Read more »

What a Beautiful Wedding [StepCest][MF] [Cheating][Blowjob]

Kent looked through the door and saw a girl he had raised and loved like his own, smiling in the mirror, looking at herself in her dress. She was smoothing down the front, dragging the top tight to her small breasts, pushing them together to feign bigger.
He walked in and coughed.

“Daddy! How do I look? Do you think James will like it?”

He steps up behind her in the mirror, gently putting his hands on her waist, “You look absolutely stunning. He would be a fucking idiot not to.”

Anna chuckled at that, “Daddy. Language. What if mom was here?”

“She’s not. She’s running around, yelling at the flourists. And your friends are at the bar. And you look absolutely stunning.”

Anna turned to him, her green eyes shimmering with tears. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him in tight. He put one hand at the small on her back and kissed her dirty blonde hair.

As she held him, he could feel her breathing growing heavier. She grasped his vest in the back. He could feel himself growing harder. Read more »

I surprise him when he gets home the airport. I want him to make me wet (FM) (Oral, Riding, Edging)

Its 11:58pm when your plane touches down on the rainy runway. You awake groggy from the flight, clothes crumpled, tie askew. As the seatbelt light goes out you begin the rush through the airport to collect your bags. Bursting out the doors into the drizzling rain you jump in the closest taxi and begin the final leg of your venture home to me.

Pulling your keys out of your pocket you discover the front door is already unlocked. You mutter to yourself about how careless I can be. You open the door and I’m standing there with nothing on expect my lacy lingerie. I pull you inside and hold you tight against my body. Your reaction of shock is quickly replaced by desire. I begin to kiss your neck, then slowly down onto your chest. Your hands run down my back and over my ass. You run your fingers up the inside of my thigh, slowly caressing me. Using your tie I pull you closer, feeling how hard you have become. Read more »

Crushing on My Best Friend’s Dad, Was He Into It?! [age gap]

My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.

Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out. Read more »

Prelude to Becoming a Hot Wife, Cheating First, Sex with Others!

While the two best friends drove to a trendy wine bar not far from Jessica’s place, Brittany lathered her legs and nether regions with a generous amount of gel. The warmth of the water had opened her pores and she always used a fresh blade. The combination of the two made for silky smooth skin without the hassle of razor burn. Once satisfied with the results of her shave, Brittany emerged from the pool of cooling water. She let the drain swallow the remnants of her bath as she slowly ran an icy cold rag along her bikini line. This would seal the pores and stop any irritation from surfacing. She wanted to be blemish-free, not only for tonight, but for the days to come at the beach. She dried her blonde hair with the house dryer and used her own iron to sprinkle in curly locks. She applied the lightest of makeup, letting her own natural beauty shine through. She did not deter from the dress that she had brought just for the welcome party. The neckline plunged, but not too much, just enough to show that the flesh that hid beneath the fabric was round and perky. The hem fell just an inch short of fingertip length. The simple black heels that matched the simple black dress made her look anything but simple. She usually opted for stockings, but not tonight. The weather in Miami was much warmer than Minnesota, and her legs were smooth as silk. Her black lace panties matched her invisible bra. She looked in the mirror as she applied the lightest of pink lipsticks. She placed her mobile into a clutch that matched her lips, placed a do not disturb sign on the door, and headed for the lounge. Read more »

My First Lesbian Experience Via a Foursome, and Did It Turn Me? [somewhat true]

I arrived at Amy’s wearing a barely-there bikini, turquoise. The top lifts my breasts to a position that makes my Bs look like Cs. The bottoms are made of practically nothing, forming a nice little V just above my ass and promptly disappearing. A piece of fabric barely larger than a post-it note covers my nether regions. I’m sure if I bend over, the boys, and girls, can get a little peak if they wish. It’s my go to swimsuit for parties, especially if I want a little nighttime after-party action. And I usually do. Under my bikini was a short little sundress, hitting me well above mid-thigh, of a slightly darker color. Teal. It was shear in spots, almost see through, perfect for going over a swimsuit. Chris greeted me at the door. He is Amy’s boyfriend, and it was his birthday. I’ve been crushing on Chris ever since he started dating my best friend. He hugged me at the door, pulling me into him, his bare chest pressed against me; insta-turn-on. He is off limits, he’s my best friend’s boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t fantasized about him. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t stared at my ceiling while fucking myself with a vibrating dildo and climaxing to the thought of him moving in and out of me. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 3 (FM, Cheating, Risky)

Sunday wasn’t a good day for me. Hangovers in my thirties had always been brutal, and this one was exacerbated by the feeling of confusion and hurt as I recalled what had happened between me and my brother-in-law. Another secret and sudden tryst had ended with an equally sudden shunning from Will as I had sought to bring him home with me.

It was the suddenness that I couldn’t get my head around. The sex had somehow been even more incredible than his wedding, with what felt like an even more intense connection between the two of us. An unspoken understanding I couldn’t even begin to describe. I was sure he must have felt something similar between us, that I knew him well enough that he wouldn’t just fuck me and leave.

Until he did just that.

I could understand feeling guilty after what we’d done, but to just leave without a word? And, just to confuse me more, to kiss me before running off?

I remained part of the walking dead for most of Sunday, only leaving the house to go to the chemist and get another morning after pill to stop an unwanted pregnancy with Will. For a moment I considered going on birth control, but surely it wouldn’t happen again. Especially after how he’d left me in the club. Read more »

When you’ve been resisting the advances of the girl that stays with you only to come home to her dressed as a neko girl. [Mf][Romance]

“Hey! I’m home, how was your da- “ I stop dead in my tracks, gulping painfully as I discover my throat suddenly devoid of all moisture. A jangle of noise as my keys drop from my hand to the floor, the only sound right now as I drink in the sight before me. There you kneel, wearing naught but a cute top and panties, thigh highs pulled all the way up, and the prettiest pair of fluffy ears that I ever did see. My literal fantasy brought to life before me, and by you no less. But how? My pulse raced, I had said you could use my computer while I worked. Damn! I must have been careless. Alarmed, yet terrifyingly excited, I force the sounds out of my mouth as my mind struggles for words. “W-what are you doing there?” I just manage to venture. Read more »

[M/shemale] [public sex] LEILA – a shemale erotic story of a first time experience and the instant addiction that having both male and female in one body can bring to a man.

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I’m an ordinary guy, nothing special about me at all. Well, maybe my choice in women could set me apart from most.

It all started one rainy afternoon in Northern California as I was driving home after a party I’d attended alone the day before.

I’d stayed over at a friend’s house and after a nice leisurely breakfast, I headed home so that I would be back home before dark. I had to be at work the next day and wanted plenty of rest.

I was driving along Highway 1 when I first saw her. And boy, was she a vision. It had been raining all morning and the woman who stood there beside the road was drenched. Her thin silk dress was plastered to her shapely body and her raven hair was matted to her skull as if she’d been swimming.

I quickly decided that I would pick her up. It was no great decision; I mean she was a knockout. I could tell that she had a great body because her wet dress left little to the imagination, and the 4-inch high heels she stood in made her look like a goddess. Read more »