Boating excursion (pt 1)

As we pull into the gravel parking lot of the marina, I’m in awe of the sheer size of the vessels around me. Most of the boats are in slips but some hang from massive lifts.

You excitedly gesture me over to your new prize. A 30 foot Sea Ray, built in the 80s. You explain that you saved for years to buy it. As you talk I can barely focus on your words. I’m lost in your green eyes. Your wire rimmed glasses are adorable. Your short but wavy brown hair blows in the breeze that’s coming off the water.

I’m nervous. I still don’t trust you yet. We are still new but your feelings for me seem so intense. I’ve worn my kaki capris, flat bottom yellow sandals, and white tank top. My long dark blonde hair is pulled up in a pony covered by a baseball cap. You’ve warned me about the intensity of the sun and I’ve heeded your advice. Your skin is golden brown and you have no tan lines…my mind briefly drifts into a fantasy of what you look like with your shirt off. You’re shorter than what I’m accustomed to, but this means when we talk I can look deeply into your eyes. Green on green.

The Graduate [MFF]

It was May and high-school graduation was upon us. Having turned 18 the previous month, I was excited to finally be an adult and out of school. College wasn’t for me; I’ve had enough studying and wanted to get out to see the world! Perhaps a stint in the Peace Corp would satisfy my wanderlust. Yet, not everyone approved of my yearning to go out on my own. My boyfriend, James, wanted me stay in our hometown and support him while he began college. Despite caring for him deeply, I felt that he was a bit delusional in thinking I’d stick with him after high school. He had plans for marriage, I had plans to find myself.

In the week leading up to graduation, James wouldn’t stop talking about HIS plans for OUR future. I was sickened by it. The last straw came when he showed me the kind of house he wanted to buy with me. I couldn’t take it anymore. On graduation day, I broke up with him. He was devastated. I felt bad momentarily, but when I saw him cry, I lost all respect for him. In the weeks that followed, he wouldn’t stop messaging me and leaving voice messages. It was getting out of hand.

The Little Stripper

My best friend Jason and I are very open with each other. He knows what I’m into and vice versa. That’s why we’re so comfortable going out on adventures together. One thing we both like to do is go to strip clubs. He loves to ogle the girls and I occasionally like to take them home and fuck them. Well this one time, on a Friday evening we decided to head to our local strip-joint after drinks. As always, Jason eagerly gets a seat on “perv alley” right by the stage. Ready with his singles, he begins to entice the stripper on stage to come towards him, Me… I like to take a different approach. I prefer to sit in the lounge chairs and let the girls come to me.

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All In The Family part 03

I had gotten the phone call just after Noon, the hot, sultry voice of my bosses’ wife, Margie, inviting me over to join her and Roger. She was eager for more “rape”, and Roger and I were happy to play her ”rapists.” In the bedroom, we pounced on Margie, stripping her naked, then climbing on top of her as we stripped down. My hard, eager cock rose into view, Margie looked at it, breathing hard, then her gaze shifted to her husband Roger, his cock was plumped up, stiff and ready for action.

“Ummm, oh yeah, my rapists are so ready. It looks like my holes will just have to get raped again, isn’t that right, you rapists?”

As we got into position, Roger growled, “Yeah baby, you’re gonna get fucked whether you like it or not!”

The bedroom door swung open as we heard a voice saying “Mom?.” In walked Jeanine, their 18 year old daughter. She was almost like a carbon copy of her Mom, long blonde hair, very generous, nicely formed breasts, a great hourglass shape, and a gorgeous, heart shaped ass. After two steps in, she stopped dead, staring at the scene before her. Her mind was trying to find a rational explanation for her Mom, her Dad and I, all naked on the master bed.

Need some chat in a really bad mood

Make her win a piss ass mood. G/f broke up after 4,years over some bullshit need a chat partner male female don’t matter prefer female to see where I went wrong. Half drunk sleeping in a parking lot and pissed the fuck off. Can’t find a sub that allows posts so her Will am

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Just a Taste – Part 2

My dress had flipped up when I was sitting down, and my bare bottom was pressing against the cool, soft leather. The roar of the engine vibrated the seats when it started. I turned to face him as he put one hand on my upper thigh and the other on my lower stomach, “I want your ass at the very back of the seat. Don’t lift it up. If you need to move with the motion of the car, you bend at the hips and don’t forget to keep those pretty legs hip width apart.” I nodded, “Yes Sir.” My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest with anticipation, what was he up to now…

I had always loved the rev of a car engine, the vibrations going through your body, the slight jolt when you switched gears and feeling the acceleration. I knew John could drive this car with his eyes closed but when we hit the highway a slight smirk came across his face. With every shift the car would jolt slightly, forcing my hips to angle forward, pressing my sex against the leather. I was pulsing at this point, thighs growing moist from my juices. He slid his fingers down my slit and lightly played with my lips. His eyes didn’t leave the road, it was as if I was just an object to keep his hand preoccupied. I went to move my hips with enjoyment when I felt a stinging slap, “don’t you dare move that ass, he pulled his fingers back.”

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Visiting the Adult Video Store [f][reluctant][blackmail]

You walk into the shop and quickly glance around nervously. From every angle, images of half-naked and naked women leer out at you. In the back of the store you see stands of adult DVDs. Closer to the entrance are shelve of dildos, lubricants, chains, and every other sex toy imaginable. And all the way in the back corner you see a sign that reads “Video Booths.”

It’s the middle of the day. A few middle-aged men walk semi-furtively around the store, looking at magazines and videos and avoiding each other’s eyes. A bored looking man in his 40s sits behind a cash register. He glances disinterestedly towards you, then starts and looks again.

It’s fall, but it has been warm, and you know your unseasonable thigh-length coat has caught his attention. With your bare legs and high heels, you look like a stereotype of a sex-crazed flasher.

For a minute you think about running, about turning around and rushing back to the privacy of your car. You even take a half-step backwards. But then you remember: The pictures. The videos. How easily I could send them to your boss, your friends, your family.

Marking My Little Whore [MF] [Anal] [Dom] [Rough]

It’s a Friday night, you just knocked off work. It’s cold and drizzling so you run to your car as you leave. You look down at your phone open Snapchat. “I’m finished. I’m coming to get you now”. I’d driven down that day and you have made me very frustrated by sending me nudes during my car ride and you can feel the tension in ever message I send. My reply as you leave to come get me reads simply “finally”. You drive over the bridge in the rain and park outside. You Snapchat me and you see me open it almost straight away but I don’t reply. You sit there on your phone scrolling but not really taking anything in because your mind is in a different place.

A present for her gf [creampie][cumplay][buildup]

For a while, during my University years, I dated this exchange student – we’ll call her Ana. Ana was the bomb: short, chubby, massive breasts and *constantly* up for it. I’d never been with someone like that, and haven’t been since. Maybe it was the time-limited nature of our relationship: because she knew she wasn’t going to be around for a long time, she was absolutely up for swallowing my cum the very first time she came over. No fucking about, no regrets. A woman in charge.

About a month and a half in, Ana told me my lesbian friend kept eyeing her up, and that she didn’t like it. My lesbian friend – we’ll call her Ingrid – was this tall Dutch woman, blonde with a pixie haircut. She was big into cycling, a tad older than us, athletic and always dressed in colourful clothes. I remember she looked always looked great in light green. Anyway, there was never anything between me and Ingrid – no chemistry, no real attraction (I mean, I can tell a nice butt when the jeans sit just so, but my heart wasn’t in it), just camaraderie.

Silence of the woods

Cold misty morning in the woods, so silent and serene. Legs up the air, lying naked on a thin sheet spread over pile of leaves and mud, I look up. A very little view of the blue sky among the thick lush greenery. I felt so small surrounded by these gigantic trees, it’s branches intertwined like us, barely distinguishable which part belonged to which one. The wet green arms of the trees were competing with each other to provide the privacy I needed.

Like tiny green porcupines ready to quill, thick lush moses covered everywhere. Clear view of a moss filled little branch distinctly sticks out in my memory. Silent except for two birds chirping at times.

My eyes met his muddy mustard eyes, small beads of sweat on his forehead, tiny bits of dried leaf on his scruff and on his wavy brownish amber hair. He is coming inside me with slow mild strokes. The rhythm of his movement complimented the mild vibrations placed at my tip. The crispness of air, the calmness of greenery, quiet melody of birds and gentleness of his love making all were in harmony. I felt like my arms and legs have been extended and I am one with nature and love.

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