Not coming, again. Had I done something wrong? I didn’t know. Just as I didn’t know why I had let myself hope as much as I had. It had been over a month of talking to this guy. I thought we had really clicked. We had chatted online, video called and already shared so much that I thought something might bloom. And I was so over being single to the point that it honestly hurt. We had arranged to meet up. First time was at a Cafe mid-way. I arrived on time…he never came. After waiting 15 minutes I got a text, he couldn’t make it and apologised. I was hurt but said no biggie. He said he’d like to re-schedule in a few days. I agreed. Things happened, right?
Category: Erotica
The hucow breeding program
There has been a terrible virus that has infected the earth, it affected most woman which made them unable to bear children, the earth’s population was in a downward spiral, that was until women started disappearing at night.
There had been reports of an underground scientist in the black market, who had experimented and found a way to alter a woman’s genome to produce the eggs required for insemination once again.
Suddenly pre-school were being filled again. But now in this new world. Girls were desperate to fall pregnant. Actually many young females would purposefully try get abducted by the “breeders” as they became known as.
Through genetic manipulation the “breeder” produced an egg which was inseminated and the baby was carried to term.
Facilities started to pop up known as “farms” which housed the breeding stock.
But what to do with a bunch of lactating, horny women. So hucow farms were set up, firstly to deal with the influx of new girls and them later to meet the demand for milk which suddenly sky rocketed.
Personal Story about my Ex
True story that I am currently living. After this I’ll be working on part 2 of The Couple story
Me and my ex girlfriend have been broken up for about 10 months now. I was always fascinated by the idea of sharing a girlfriend, but I am definitely not the type to do that while I am dating the girl. About two months ago, she starts hitting me up, asking if I want to hook up. I fell into it and during the night, with a random surge of lust I tell her I want to see someone else fuck her.
We discussed it after, and talked about how it’s been a fantasy for the both of us but we never made the effort of making it into reality because in a relationship we didn’t want that. But now we were separate, and we felt like it was okay.
It was pretty easy to call up a guy who had been trying to get at her the past couple of months, and asked him if he’d want to be in a threesome. To no surprise, he agreed.
The world as we know it is changing…
Alright firstly this is less of a story, just a quick telling of how I think things look for the future….
We see in all these dystopia future type movies that men are always the ones who go out and do the dirty work..
This is a pretty good example of that right now.
We are kind of in a dystopia of sorts…
Leftist, liberal media was trying to convince people that women are just as capable of dying the hard, dirty work, yet this time of uncertainty with this virus going about and everyone in quarantine, only fans and chatturbate has seen a drastic rise in their community, so that just goes as proof that when times are tough, women sell what comes easiest to them. They sell their body.
Now I predict that in a future that there is no normal work, that will become the normal. Women will sell what little they have to sell.
So I just would like to explore this idea further if possible…… If not……
Well here:
Daddy’s needy cum princess [Mf]
Generally, I’m usually pretty good at controlling myself. But when it comes to him everything gets thrown out the window.
It’s Daddy. It’s all his fault. I need him like I need air. I savor every minute of his attention and always wait for the next. I miss him all the damn time. I adore him with every particle of small being.
So when he’s doing something else, like let’s say playing video games, and I’m not getting enough attention, I’ll get cranky. Very cranky.
A good example of that is now as I’m sprawled out on top of his bed. In a skimpy tank top and skirt, without panties like Daddy likes it, subtly watching him a few feet away in his chair with his headset on. I watch his hands make precise movements. I watch his forearms flex with tension. I watch his lips turn to a boyish grin. I watch his eyes darken with concentration.
I think about sucking my cum off his fingers. Or rubbing my face against the scruff of his beard and moaning into his ear. Or watching his lips part when I put my mouth on him. Or wrapping my arms around his neck as he pumps his cum inside me. Or rubbing my slick pussy against his lap.
i [24F] had three orgasms during a massage
Before I get into this, let me say: This is a big secret of mine. Let me also say: I think it’s something all women should do if they have a chance. Because honestly? This was a life-changing experience.
Back in 2018, I read about this guy in Manhattan whose side hobby is giving erotic massages to women. He has a very special set of skills, so to speak. He’s been written up allll over the internet.
Naturally, I was curious. Massages with a surprise ending have always been a huge fantasy of mine—whenever I used to get a normal massage, I’d hope the masseuse’s hands would somehow drift toward my warm and pulsing regions. But it never happened.
So I kept thinking about this mysterious man—especially as my long-term relationship was declining rapidly. My ex and I were *not* compatible in the bedroom. He had a fairly low sex drive; I’m like the energizer bunny. Plus, he didn’t give me an orgasm for the first three months we started dating, and after that, was extremely sporadic. It’d come down to me begging for him to put in effort and touch me.
Again.
You may be towering over me, but you’re mine to play with.
*Please?*
Pressing my hand against your chest, I push you to your knees. My hand slides up your throat, pressing slowly as you let out a low groan.
Say it again…
*Please?*
Fuck, your voice gives me chills. Leaning down a little, my fingers push against your jaw so I can bite my way down from jawline to collarbone. Your hands reach out to grab me, but I shake my head and step back.
So hard already for me. I sit in my chair, grinning at the look on your face… so damn eager and needy.
Again.
*Please?*
Uncrossing my legs, I slowly run my foot up your thigh, watching you tense up as I get closer to your dick. You seem to be holding your breath, but then…
*Please? Please…*
You hiss as you breathe in sharply as I gently stroke your length with my foot. The growl you let out has me biting my lip.
My plaything is ready, it seems.
Again.
*Please?*
Reunited With Daddy [MF] [CNC]
Once I step into his house, I see him, and I can’t keep myself from wrapping my arms around him and kissing his lips. “I missed you so much,” I say when I pull away. He kisses me again, this time picking me up and carrying me to his bedroom. “Ok, maybe we should slow down a bit,” I say once he puts me down.
“When have we ever slowed down princess?” He asks, clearly horny.
“Yeah but I haven’t seen you in so long and-”
“And you’ve been a slutty little tease. You need to get fucked. Hard. Now strip for me,” he commands.
“No, I mean it we shouldn’t do this right no-” I’m cut off with his hand around my throat, the other reaching under my shirt, grabbing my breast.
Storm Child part 5
I suddenly snapped awake, a bit disoriented. I felt the comforting presence in my arms, looking down, I could see my sweet daughter Jenna, sleeping peacefully, her head pillowed on my shoulder, a smile curving her lips. I looked over at the bedside clock, it was just past 5 PM. We had drifted off, how long ago? Ninety minutes, I would guess.
I remembered the feel of her tight young lips around my shaft, her skill at fellatio apparent to me, the exquisite feel of her hot, wet mouth taking me in, surrounding my cock in a tight wet heaven of sucking, as she glided up and down my swollen cock, and the explosion of cum she had coaxed out of me, filling her eager cute mouth, gushing between the tight grip of her sexy crimson lips. The recall made me start to grow, almost on cue, Jenna started to blink, opening her eyes, her smile growing bigger as she saw me gazing at her.
“Good afternoon Daddy, how are you feeling? No worries or regrets, I hope?” she asked, a somewhat tense, nervous look crossing her face.
Late Again
Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. I ran to my car and tossed my bags in the back seat. Jeff was going to kill me! I sped out of the parking lot. Luckily Lucy’s day care was just down the road from the mall, but it was already five o’clock.
I pulled up and it was as I feared: Lucy was the only one on the playground. The attendant immediately started walking to my car. I rolled down the window.
“I know I know, I appreciate you babysitting extra -” his glare cut my off.
“I’m not a babysitter Mrs. Trello, I’m a child education specialist.” So high and mighty. He pointed to his name tag, which just made me chuckle. Who names their kid Peter when their last name is Held?
The chuckle didn’t amuse him. “Look, it’s a dollar a minute if you’re late, and double if you’re a repeat offender. That’s $135 Mrs. Trello.” My heart sank. Too much money. Not that it was tight, but no way was I going to play that to a glorified babysitter for an hour’s work. Besides the punishment Jeff would have in store when he saw the bill..