After finding the suspicious yellow panties, that were not mine, in the laundry, I went out. And I had fun! My husband, he was at home, or working, or whatever. I didn’t care really. What happened? Wouldn’t you like to know! Well, I’m no tease, you can find out [here](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/10/12/night-out/).
Category: Erotica
So smooth [MF][anal]
I hid my face in the pillow. You had my bum up high and I just knew you were looking at me. I felt blushy and hugged the pillow tighter when your hands touched me.
You made me shave before you came home. All of me. It was two whole hours spent in the bathroom trying to get every hair for you but I think I did it. I was soft and smooth everywhere I could feel. I didn’t stop touching myself all afternoon just to feel how different it felt.
But you came home and that made me stop. Now I wanted you to feel. To let you know I did a good job for you. I wanted you to tell me I was a good girl. So you made me undress and put me on the bed like this. Open and exposed to you.
It was embarassing still, a little. But I was excited as well. You were finally going to feel how soft I was and you’d want to touch me all over with your gentle fingers.
Slut (pilot chapter)
**Hi Folks! Please have a read of my first attempt at writing, would love to hear your feedback. All characters over 18**
**WARNING- Kink is forced/domination**
I watch you come out of the bar with your friends, at the end of the night now after a good few hours of partying. You’re just close enough for me to see from my car that you’re saying goodbye to your mates and you start walking home.
Fuck, just seeing your slutty arse jiggling in that tight dress, and those high heels turns me on.
I get out my car and follow you, staying far enough behind that you can’t notice me, not that you would anyway you pissed up little bitch.
You take a left, down a dimly lit alleyway staggering from all the alcoholin your system. You stop as if you heard something and look around. Im hidden in the shadows, waiting for you just to turn that hot piece of ass around and start walking again.
As you face back towards the end of the alley and check your phone i quickly rush up behind you grabbing your phone with one hand and closing my other hand around your mouth to silence your scream.
Wine and paint.
BY D. OLVERA ON OCTOBER 16, 2019
It was a normal day, they woke up, had their coffee, and some jelly toast for breakfast. Today was going to be a lazy day, nothing to do but listen to music and enjoy time spent together. I suggested we paint! That is something she loves to do, why not make her morning better.
A large smile appeared on her face as she said “I’ll get the tarp!” She laid out a large sheet on the floor of our cheap two bedroom apartment. That’s something he always admired about her, she cared about cleanliness. “I’m going to the bedroom to get the supplies!” He said. Two canvases, cheap paint, and brushes laid across the floor. Red, blue, and yellow will make any color so that’s all they needed.
He began to sling colors left and right on the canvas, attempting to make something of nothing. What began to shape was a field of flowers. She was working slowly as usual, but man was it beautiful. She carefully mixed her paints, laid them out and began to apply the paint.
Home Masseuse Part 3
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/deqql6/masseuses_home_visit/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/dg6eov/home_masseuse_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Lee stood there patiently waiting for directions, watching as Sara laid on the bed, eyes still closed, hands moving up and down her stomach and breasts. She stopped and pinched her nipples and smiled remembering the orgasm she had just seconds ago.
Then eyes popped open in sudden regret, searching for Lee, still standing at the door. “Oh my god, Lee. Come here. I’m so sorry.” She said getting off the bed and crawled towards him.
They met midway and Sara reached up to Lee’s waist and pulled herself up by his pants. Still on her knees, Sara frantically worked to unbuckle his belt and pants. As she pulled down his pants and boxers, she kept repeating, “I’m sorry.”
Lee stood there, saying nothing, clasping hands behind his back lest he do something he wasn’t directed to.
Cheyanne crawled onto the bed never taking her eyes off of Sara desperately trying to apologize. She laid on her back, propped up her knees and spread her legs. Her hand reached down rubbing her lips.
Sara began stroking Lee’s already hard cock, looking up at Lee, eyes begging for forgiveness.
[M4F] Voyeurism turned in the Best Blowjob Ever
This is a real incident that happened to me when I was just 19. I was back in my village for my vacation. The village was naturally soothing, with hills, forest and rivers. I am of an South Asian descent. Just imagine how beautiful are these brown south Asians girl with their natural tits.
Still today I have a habit of peeping girls, may be its an act of voyeurism. I have a habit looking them especially when they are bathing. Village women in south asia bath in open in the rivers, mostly in the early morning around 4 am, when no voyeurs like me are awake. Once I woke up very early planning for the hike towards the hill. I was on my way and it was around 4:45 AM, it was not completely dark but not bright as well. Surprisingly, I saw a group of women bathing in the rivers nude, they were on their panties, but all I wanted to see was their boobs. I felt so lucky that day. But with my plans to hike, I couldn’t entertain myself upto the full extent. But, I found one of the secrets of the village girls and women. I knew the time where I could see plenty of women naked. The only hard part was, I should be awake early in the evening.
Contagious feeding (Thanksgiving) [BHM, BBW, WG]
First part here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Stuffers/comments/diaqkf/contagious_feeding_the_beginning/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x](https://www.reddit.com/r/Stuffers/comments/diaqkf/contagious_feeding_the_beginning/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
Gary and Sarah decided to spend Thanksgiving in Alabama with her family. Gary was a bit nervous, but Sarah reassured them that they already loved him. He was the man that brought Sarah back to her senses, and let her eat what she wanted.
In the car, Sarah told Gary more details about her family. Sarah’s family had owned a large farm for generations in Northern Alabama. They worked hard and always were big eaters. However, the hard manual labor kept the family in the overweight to moderately obese category. When Sarah was 10 and her older sister Rachel was 15, a big agricultural company offered a big buyout for them. Their farm had the best yields in the southeast, and the company wanted to understand why. They needed the entire track of land to perform proper experiments, so they offered $10 million, an absurdly high price for the land, and agreed to let them keep 2 acres to continue to farm or build an estate.
Contagious feeding (The beginning) [BBW, BHM, WG]
Gary always loved fat girls. He loved watching them eat, and watching them grow. At parties, he would always find the fattest girl and start flirting with her. Sometimes this led to one night stands, but Gary actually wanted a long-term relationship. The problem was that most of the women he would date would be on diets, not wanting to be fat. They never believed he wanted them to get even fatter, especially since Gary was in good shape, 6’ and 180 lbs of toned muscle from daily working out in the gym. So most of his relationships ended in frustration.
That all changed with Sarah. He spotted her right away at a conference evening buffet from across the room. His perfect type. 5’ 6” and 200 lbs of beautiful curves. He noticed her eating from the buffet with gusto, not pretending to pick or be on a diet. Her plate heaped full in one hand and a beer in the other. He maneuvered to get in position to strike up a conversation, and after a few minutes was successful. He introduced himself to her and they had a good talk. What impressed him is that she finished her giant plate within 10 minutes. Even more exciting, was that once the food was gone, he noticed her glancing at the buffet table longingly. Taking the body language clue, Phil offered, “Hey, I’m having a great conversation, but I just can’t resist the wonderful smells from the buffet. Do you want to head over there with me and we can get some food?”
Under the desk
I peek up from under your desk. Nuzzling between your nice warm legs with a yawn.
“Hello Master.”
I rub my cheek against the soft fabric. You always wore nice suits and I thought it made you look handsome. I hoped you’d pet me. Running your fingers through my blonde hair made me feel so relaxed. But I knew you were busy sometimes! And it was my job to make sure you weren’t too stressed.
So I put your zipper between my teeth and pulled. Nuzzling my nose into your boxers and feeling your cock underneath. With vurry gentle teeth I pulled your boxers apart and your cock came out for me to play with.
I started by licking it softly. You tasted nice and clean like always. It felt squishy but with every lick I felt your heartbeat make it harder and harder until Mr. Dangle stood straight up and I was licking you from bottom to top.
I kissed your tip and slowly let my lips part and slide you inside. I looked up from under your desk with bright blue eyes and hoped I was doing good but you seemed busy with something. You felt hot in my mouth and you throbbed so I guess I was doing something good.
Coffee and a muffin (M/f dub con anal)
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I sipped my coffee and gazed across the kitchen, smiling to myself as little Selena’s shapely ass bobbed in front of the oven as she bent over to remove a pan of homemade muffins from the oven. A delicate pink bow graced the top of her ass, barely holding the half apron she was wearing in place. I could just make out the swing of her pendulous breasts as she bent over the oven, trying not to let her soft nipples meet the hot door. As she removed the pan, she turned around and I grinned at her. “Good girl! Those look delicious!” I said, praising her. Her little hands shook, and tears welled in her eyes as she tried to smile around the large black ball held in her pretty pink mouth. Teetering over to the counter on the clear pink spike heels I’d put her in this morning, she placed the muffins down and walked over to the table, bending over in front of me as I’d trained her. Her breasts rested on the table within grasp, and I reached out with my hands and grabbed both nipples, pinching and squeezing with enough force to make her cry out through the gag.