Camping [MF]

I stared at him across the fire. He was smiling at something one of his friends had said. I took a sip of my beer. He looked back across the fire at me. A smile played on his lips. His dark hair fell onto his forehead. The guy next to him said something else. Jon’s eyes moved away from me.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. After years of knowing each other we finally admitted to each other that we were into each other. We started texting a lot and flirting. I was finally here with him and I felt like the night held unspoken pleasures just waiting to be set free.

The girl sitting next to me said something and pulled me into a conversation.

I was unaware that Jon had gotten up. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him.

“ Hey do you want to come down by the lake and smoke with us?” he asked

“ Sure” he held his hand out to me to help me up. I got up and stumbled into him. His arms caught me. He let out a laugh.

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Star whores (updated, full story till now) (science-fiction)

I posted this the other day, here’s a slightly continued version of it with a new part. But its the full story..

I love star wars. I’m playing Jedi Fallen order again after a small hiatus and it got me thinking about sexy Jedi and Sith and I’ve come up with a small story that I’d like to to expand on.

It started just after my training, I had done it, after years of training in the ways of the force I had become a true Jedi. No longer a padawan in training.
But sadly I didn’t get the long awaited vacation I sorely needed. Instead rather, one, of the master Jedi’s was attacked and murdered in cold blood by someone who could only have been a Sith.
Rather than getting a holiday I was sent on my first solo mission to a known Sith training planet to gather information, upon landing on the planet, undercover. I headed over to a local cantina, to gather information. All sort of creatures frequent the cantina and it was here where I came across a very peculiar, yet intriguing female of some unknown race. She was tall and fairly slim but thick in all the right places. She had hips that widened out which could only mean that she was a humanoid. She had this beautiful long wavy hair, that happened to be a light pale blue tinge. Her skin was also slightly pink and looked so soft. She wore a long and elegant cloak, with no jewelry, from what I could see.
Immediately as I saw her I knew she was an agent. Anyone who spent the time to become inconspicuous as she was had to be an agent.

My bride

She’s lovely. Three kids one on the way, still fit. 10 years. One day I’d love to come home and find her in a devil’s triangle, a load on the face, and cum dripping from her ring while she grabs another mans balls. I want her cum drunk, fucked stupid,. I want her to crave it in her bones, to be filled with as much cum and as much cock as possible. I want her to be in her wedding veil. I want her to stare at me from behind her cum soaked veil and beg me to join. Hours of us taking turns one her and a forlorn look on her face as she realizes the simply isn’t going to be enough cum to fill the hunger in her belly and in her bones. Anyone have any Idea on how to broach this with her in real life? I don’t want to freak her out but I’d love to warm her up to it.

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My Highschool crush, 25 years later part 04

We drifted for a while, until I felt Krissi wriggling against me. The movements of her full shapely body rubbing against me, and the expert stroking of her fingers gliding along my growing prick, brought me back up. Damn, she was right, it was like we had so much sexual energy pent up, it was like all natural Viagra on steroids.

“Now, fuck me again lover!”

Her green eyes had a glow, the voluptuous, solid, well formed body, full, flaring hips, spread open fpr me, were a joy to behold. The muscles of her pussy gripped my shaft as I plunged my cock between the tight lips, on each in-thrust my balls smacked against her, testing the hot liquid depths of her heated fuck-hole.

“Mmmmm, mmmm, yes just like that, stuff me!”

The feel of her well formed solid body wrapped around me, the gripping cling of Krissi’s hot, milking walls made my senses sizzle. Krissi was going to get a long hard ride, powering in and out of her, the hot wet squelches of her juicy cunt, combined with our cries and sounds of hot fucking, Krissi was a sex hungry animal, pumping her hips up to bury my cock.

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Failing to dominate (fictional)

contains bondage and food play

He returned home with a frown on his face His dreads suede casually as he hung his stuff to enter the house

“How was work” I asked

“I had a long day” he replied

“I Have a way to make that a little bit better why don’t you go into the bedroom and strip down wait for me OK” He followed instructions with excitement on his face I wanted to the kitchen and gathered some supplies for the special event. I am to the bedroom with a robe covering myself and boxes of stuff he was looking we can help was laying on the bed waiting for me.

“What’s the Box” he asked

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I can only imagine the look on my face that very moment – open mouthed, wide eyed. I wanted to speak but the words got caught in my mouth. Before I knew I was standing at the edge of her bed, my eyes sweeping over her naked form, from the her beautifully round breast and pink nipple, down her stomach and chest and over the thin patch of pubic hair trimmed into a thin stripe between her legs. She was more beautiful in life then I had ever imagined. 

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Dance with me (MF)

Dance with me.

Part I

Ros came through the door already smiling. She was about 5’10 with her heels,  but she knew she would kick them off soon. She walked with that confident grace of a practiced dancer. If you looked closely at her hands you could see the history of gymnastics in the way she held her fingers. 
Her black skirt was knee length and when she walked she could barely feel it brush the back of  her knee. But she could feel it and she liked it. She wanted to feel the delicate touches all night.  She came to dance. The halter top she wore sported little words. ” I rock”and “you love me” stood out in particular as her nipples accentuated the letter o. She had on no bra. And no panties.
As she got closer to the back of the room she saw L. He was playing with a drink and drawing something. The veins on the back of his hand cast dark shadows in the harsh overhead light that separated him from the rest of the dark room. 
The sight of his hands made her pussy jump. She was surprised she remembered how they looked,  but in her mind she could still clearly picture him stroking his cock in the video chat. They had talked about dancing. About fucking.  She wanted to make it all real.

Luke, let me tell you about this green woman named Gamora I met in the Realm Beyond.

Luke, I know we need to discuss Yoda’s death, your battles with Vader in Cloud City and Jabba the Hut in the dunes of Tattooine as well as the coming storm and the ultimate test you will soon endure. But I need to tell you about this fine piece of alien ass I fucked in the ethereal realm. Her name is Gamora and she told me she was trapped in an afterlife known as the Soul stone. I am certain she is insane and likely on her way to the depths of the underworld.

I met her some time after my sacrifice upon the Death Star. My master Qui-Gon has trained me in the ways of the Living Force and I have been able to return from the Realm Beyond to this mortal plane to advise you and fuck with Master Yoda. That little green bastard should have let me fight the Emperor back in the day and he go to the hot ass lava planet Mustafar to kill your pops. We wouldn’t be in this mess today if that lil bitch has listened to me. But I digress. So I feel a moment of searing pain as Vader’s bled Kyber Crystal fuels with blade sliced me in Twain. I took my last breath, closed my eyes and then I was weightless.

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Improvement Plan.

This is in the same universe as that outline, _but I don’t know anything about golf_. There is no farking yet, but there will be.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

McKenna and I were talking on the firm’s email system.

“Character, this is straight-up unhinged. I will never use any of this, ever.”

“Before I begin, I have a speech disorder and I wish to take more of my speech disorder meds.” I did so, and I continued, asking, “am I being confronted?”

“No, you are not being confronted, you are being corrected. I refuse to have 72 husbands.”

“Okay, you can have 72 spouses, 40 of them grown men,” and I do a quick calculation on the calculator, ” and 32 of them grown women.”

“No, I already have a husband.”

“Okay, then we only need 39 extra grown men, and 32 more grown women.”

“No, I’m not a lesbian.”

“Okay, then we only need 39 extra grown men.”

“No, I’m not interested in more spouses.”

“Maybe if you had 7 sons?”

(F/m) hard work on an orchard

(So this is based on a dream I had last night)

I was happy to have been hired on the apple orchard. Better pay than I had seen before, for hard work but good work.

When I got there, the boss (he was about 50, but tanned and toned), seemed very fair. I also realized that I was the only woman hired. I shrugged it off and kept on working.

Then, one day, let’s say I…renegotiated my contract.

Now, at the end of a work week, usually we all, including the boss, would have some drinks (cider made from his apples). This Friday was the same, good fun, laughs and jokes. But tonight, the boss, John, and I stayed up the latest. And what can I say, I hadn’t had sex in a while.

The conversation got dirtier, as is easy to do when drunk. And I could see the effect it had. His rough hands lingering on my arm and my shoulder. Him moving closer. So, I stood up. All the flirting had already made me wet.

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