Her Tender Damage pt. 1

I pulled up with a the same glimmer in my smile as the one in my headlights, sex was on my mind. We had been talking for a couple days after meeting online, and the teasing nudes she had been blowing up my phone with all day sent me driving 3 hours West after 7 pm.

It was ten o clock and I had told her I would arrive at ten fifteen. The beach wasnt far, in fact I’m sure from the front of her house it could be seen in all it’s late night reflections of the stars and the moon above that danced the same way her legs would dance around my waist soon enough.

I was impatient, however I wasn’t in a rush enough to have her greet me without putting the finishing touches on her display, I wanted her in all her glory.

Besides, it’s not every day I get to rearrange a pop star’s guts.

She lived alone, this much I knew. And she was in dire need of a good roughing up fantasy, she told me herself.

Party Favors [group, bondage, cmnf]

“Shhh! We *don’t* want to get caught,” Liz says while leading her husband to the bedroom.

Kendall turns back to his friends in the living room, “I’ll be back in a minute, y’all.”

Standing in a circle, they don’t seem to notice his absence, being more focused on the beers in their hands and whatever asinine would-you-do-this-for-a-million-bucks argument they’re having.

“See,” Kendall says. “They’re not paying attention to us.” He smiles widely at his wife as she pulls him into their bedroom.

She draws him in close and kisses him deeply. Pulling her lips away from his, she whispers into his ear, “I have a surprise for you.” With her loins pressed close to his, she feels a stiffness growing.

Kendall’s hands slide their way down her back. With a firm grasp he clutches low on her right ass cheek and draws her eager pussy in closer to his erection. He begins to ask what the surprise is, but Liz stops him.

“Go close the door,” she says. “And lock it.”

Appetite (short story)

She lay there, contemplating the familiar feeling growing in her chest. She was unsatisfied. She couldn’t wait any longer to see him. She wanted him. She craved him. She thought of all the nights they spent together, every touch every kiss and every quiver ran through her mind like an erotic film. Then she made her decision.

She rolled over and grabbed her phone. She texted her boyfriend.

“… I can’t wait until tomorrow. I want you.”
Then his reply came shortly after.

“Come over then, I’ll be here waiting.”

She felt the excitement rush through her body. It hadn’t even been a day and she wanted him so much. As she set the phone down and laid back, she felt a hand slide over her body. Then the lips on her neck and his voice.

“Everything good?” Said her friend.

She reassured him it was all okay as she stood up and put on her panties, leggings and a hoodie. She kissed him one more time and left to see her boyfriend.

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Captured by a tribe (part 7)

Last time we visited the man who was captured by a tribe of only females.
The women in this tribe had a “defect” which only made them able to bear female children.
So to say the breeding pool was small, is a bit of an understatement.
So these women relied on “traveling salesmen” to knock them up.

Many women of many ages wanted children but could not have.
That was until our explorer came into the picture.

He was treated as a God and was able to have sex with any female he desired.

In the previous story, he had just fucked a girl with her mother watching, now he was off to breakfast.
None of the women wore clothing in this tribe because they didn’t have anything to hide…

Our explorer walked down the street in the morning to get breakfast.
He passed many women who greeted him very fondly, with a hug.
Whist hugging each woman he either grabbed their beautiful asses or have them a quick finger blast.

As he got to the dining hall for breakfast, he sat down at the table and was served just about everything he wanted.
He was basically a God in this village after all.

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The barista

I’ve been wanting to write this story for a while.

In my mind this would go like this, so this is all fantasy:

I live in a fairly well off part of town, I frequent this small, quant Cafe. So one Saturday as I walk in a notice a new girl working, I haven’t seen her before.

I walk up to the till and start chatting with her.
I order my drink and we chat… After a few weeks of me showing up every Saturday, she gets to know me and my order. Before I place it, she has it ready.

Time goes by and we start flirting and playfully touching one another.

She is about average height at about 5’4 and she has beautiful golden blonde hair, she also has amazing aubern eyes that almost appear golden.

After a few weeks we are playing around and I say “I dare you to guess my order”, she says “oh that’s easy you always order the same, a flat white and a double espresso”. So I smirk “that your final guess” I say with a devilish look, “I think I’ll have a hazelnut latte today”.
She looks at me with a very surprised look “no you did that on purpose” she says in this cute voice.
“not at all” I say while smirking.
“no matter, I’ll take your dare”

Cuckold – A love story – Chaper one – [Hotwife] [BBC] [MMMF] [Cheating]

We weren’t even married yet, when it first happened: in fact I wasn’t even there at the time. It was only afterward that I heard about it, saw the tapes. I won’t go to deeply into the details of the backstory but I had gone to jail for just under a year, at the age of 23, on a reasonably minor drug charge. Hannah and I had started hooking up while I was out on bail, awaiting trial. We had known each other since high school, but it was her brother and I who were friends, and it was through him that we eventually reconnected. Hannah was a year older than me, and I had always had a crush.

Tall, just over 5’9, plump in just the right places, with long blonde hair, and solid C cup chest and a perfect fat ass, alabaster pale skin, and a slightly slutty attitude; Hannah was love at first sight for me. I remember jerking off regularly in high school to that big round pale ass, though to this day she claims not to remember me at all.

First time for a couple.

Naomi and Erik stood outside of the house, hesitant to ring the doorbell. It seemed like a regular night. In fact, they could even just step away, text their friends and let them know they wouldn’t be able to make it, and just go back to their normal. But they made it this far. They both wanted it. And so after their minute or so of hesitating and re-thinking, they held each other’s hands and rang the doorbell.

Jen opened the door. She let them in and greeted both of them with a warm hug, and they all walked their way into the living room where everyone was waiting. Everyone said hello and when they sat down, Naomi and Erik scanned the room to make sure everyone was here. Jen and Alex were here. Amy and Leon were here. Jonah and Lizbeth were here.

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Unforgettable (& Public) Sex on a Greek Island

Picture this: I was living on a remote hotel on a far-off Greek island for a month. This sounds like *Mamma Mia*, but it’s not fiction. This island wasn’t Mykonos or Santorini, not one of the ones you’ll see in post-cards. It was visited mostly by Greeks–and the other Americans on the program that I, too, had signed up for.

This was the last week of the program. By then, everyone who was going to hook up with someone else already had, and I had *not*. Plus, I had a roommate, so was feeling very, uh, *unsatisfied,* in that I had no privacy.

I think all of those factors combined in me feeling much braver than usual. Braver to decide what I wanted, and then actually go after it. Usually, I waited for guys to approach me. Not that night.

It was a Friday, which meant the hotel’s restaurant was crowded enough that they had to hire some other locals to help out. One of them was this man, Giannis (which means John in Greek). He worked as a waiter, and later joined the band as a guitarist.

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