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The Artist [M/M]

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My favorite place to work had always been the small coffee shop on Main, between tenth and eleventh streets. I would go there every day after work, and spend all day there on my days off. I sat at different tables, drank different drinks depending on my mood, but there was always the writing. Just the writing. Until he came along. Read more »

Nature Hike [MF] [strangers] [masturbation] [outdoors]

It had been a long day at work. I needed a break and some fresh air. There’s a really nice hiking trail near home and it’s usually unoccupied. I ran home and changed clothes, put on some leggings and a workout tank top. This was going to be a no underwear and bra kind of walk, I needed to relax and feel free. I grabbed my earbuds and phone and headed to the trailhead. Parked in the lot and noticed only one other vehicle here. That will be nice, nobody else is around. The forest is all the company I need now. Sunshine and breeze, it’s a gorgeous day for a hike.

I head off on the trail and walk for about 15 minutes. There’s nobody around and I can finally feel the tension leaving my neck. The trail winds around the lake and there are a few turnoffs that lead to benches on the lakeshore. They are nice spots to catch your breath and watch the lake, and the forest comes right to the shore so they are each quite secluded. Read more »

[M41/F39] How my wife transformed from a low libido stay-at-home mom into a submissive cum slut and I from a passive nerdy dad into an assertive dom. (Part 1) [Romance][True]

Sadie and I have been together since we were teenagers – twenty-two years; married for nineteen. With a single exception our relationship has been incredible, not perfect of course – none are – but undeniably incredible. The idiom “I married my best friend” gets bandied about ad nauseam, but saying “I married the one who had all the pieces I was missing to truly make myself whole” is a far more apt description of what Sadie and I have. Of course we’ve had our ups and downs, as all do while riding this roller coaster that is life, but our love – and the dedication we shared to exist within one another – has never faltered… except with regards to our sex life.

Sadie’s hormones did not take kindly nor adjust properly to the pregnancy and birth of our second child; thus beginning an extremely difficult and taxing period which, unfortunately, took us many years to understand and resolve. To really appreciate where we are, it’s important to understand where we’ve been. Read more »

Amaranth – the Future of Sex – 01 – The Academy

Sasha was already awake, when the alarm clock went down. This was the day. She’d been training for 22 years at the Facilitators Academy to become a graduate and start her life.

She prepared her clothing: white, beautifully knitted thigh highs, her virtually non-existent white super g-string and a wide white blouse. Over it, she donned her red leather under-bust-corset putting her cute double-Ds to quite a show without a bra and only covered by the thin blouse. Her red micro-minis-skirt – more a flexible band of 10 inches around her hips left more to see than it covered. She finalized the look with her red heels and her large white ring-shaped earrings.

Her long red hair was tamed with a ponytail and she’d put on the usual appealing low amount makeup.

She took a moment, breathing in and out, preparing for the most important day of her life. Then she went out of the dorm, towards the large meeting hall.

Facilitators were the pinnacle of body culture. They didn’t walk, the kind of flowed. Each of their moves was rather a dance, each of their words a song. The trained the first 22 years of their life to become what they were destined to be: divine beauties, Facilitators. Read more »

Hooking up with the hot punk high school girl from the grocery store , Part 7. Liz and I have oral in a public bathroom at my show. (M22/F18) (oral)

Liz and I continued dating and eventually my band was finally playing at a real venue, with a real stage. I had watched many bands that I idolized play right here, in this venue. We were just part of a local band night, but there was going to be a small record label here watching the acts. Actually, that made me less nervous than just playing in this club, with a big crowd, focused on the music. My band used to play little college bars and dive bars and that had an entirely different feel.

As soon as I left work, we had to get ready for the show. We fought rush hour traffic to transport our gear to the club and then do sound checks. I had already put in for a vacation day off for the next day, because I knew I was going to be exhausted. Liz was coming with some of her friends, who were all riding the train downtown and still had to go to school the next day. She promised that she would get to the show early, so that I could see her, before I got onstage. Read more »

student || teacher

He took one look at her, standing there in front of her, all 5 feet of her barely reaching his chest, and smirked.

‘Good things really do come in small packages, don’t they?’

She was indeed a good girl, never missing a class, and always finishing her work on time, but despite that, her grades didn’t reflect that great work ethic. He was positive he taught well, his students were regularly among the best in the school; maybe she just needed more time…

‘They really do, came her reply, softly, accompanied by a shy smile.

God damn. He knew this was wrong, but fuck, she was cute. Her dark brown, wavy hair framed the softest face, complimented by perfectly blue eyes and lips kept nearly nude. A silver septum ring pierced her nose, accenting her clean appearance with a nice edge, and the rest of her outfit seemed to follow suit. A grey cardigan draped over her petite body, covering up a tight black, low cut shirt, and she finished off the outfit with a pair of thin plaid pants, adding a retro touch.. So clean, almost too clean, she brought back the edge to finish off her outfit with a pair of knee high socks, disappearing into a pair of the smallest Doc Martens you’ll ever see. Read more »

Married Male Virgin

Girl, you are my pen pal, the situations are right we can share the night. You are sweet but forward. The fire starts to burn we advance each other. Being a virgin I need a teacher to show me something new. You are so sweet wanting to switch positions for me. We typed it well I was there and needed to cool didn’t want to release the white delight too soon that treat belonged to you.
Gently I began to unbutton your shirt one button your blue eyes gazing into mine you loved to love me. Your sexy smile made me feel right! The sexy talk I was ready for you to explore me. You being excited, began to unzip my blue jeans pulling them to my knees! I was hard to soft and warm-ready for your steady. I was feeling scared and in love with your taboo unknowns sexually. You sucked me off and then wanted me to fuck your mouth. I felt you rim me with your lips. I never had you my butterfly look up into my eyes. I felt so good mmmm…you enjoying me and groaning ooohmmmn… Fuck my mouth you asked me. I began moving in rhythm with you my cock pulsing in your mouth. You stopped after bottoming out on me. You Choking and giggling I laughed too what do you think virgin boy? You felt like my drug; pure euphoria!
My turn you were begging me holding your legs in the air! Not rough just slow love. I Rember rubbing your inner thighs, gently softer music playing on the old stereo. That night cosmic soul to soul back to life. Yes. I gently touched you between your legs then I lifted them slowly over my shoulders. You arched your back like a belly dancer. I felt dirty and overrun I stopped. You begged for more. Nipping your nipples with my teeth you almost gave me a squirt in my face. Kissing your lips, tonguing you.Then the phone bleeps! Seeing you naked on my keyboard on your legs typing mum things are ok made me desire you more. Oh lord! Sharing the night I gently just the tip you begging for more. Bottom me you cried slithering under me. You moaned throbbing around my tool. Dripping out I cleaned you up with my tongue then you wet yourself white creamer dripping down. Then you wanted my fellatio in your mouth. Fetish?
Wrapping those lips round up and down, then your hands thrusting sucking you gave me a loving smile I went all over you got me I stuck my creamy ccck in your ass to that’s what you wanted I’ve never done anal. We writhing yes yes both cum at the same time shooting my load in you dripping me. You did the same with me a vibrator I thought it would never end. Lover. I don’t want to give you a quickie 34+35 my fuckin play write number here. Did we sin my master and servant still love me? I’m whatever you need from me. Laying next to each other reading from your iPhones our shit laughing sucking on grapes and eating yogurt. Damn, I need some coffee! Read more »

Twins at the Circus [M/F/F] [no sex] [humiliation]

I did not bang a set of conjoined twins performing at a circus. That would be a much better story. I went on a date to the circus with a girl who has a twin sister. This story does not end with me having a threesome with them, which, again, would be a much better story.

They were identical twins, Michelle and Danielle. They were not the type of twins that went out of their way to dress alike, they didn’t wear matching clothes, or style their hair the same way. Have you ever seen a movie where the female protagonist has to have a makeover, and she goes to opposite extremes? It was like that. One of them, Danielle, the one I was seeing, looked like a librarian meets 90’s grunge. The other one looked like the slutty section at Hot Topic. Read more »