Burning man exhibitionist (voyeur) (mf) (public sex)

Rose approached the tent that was decorated very out of the ordinary for the desert in July– it had pine logs holding up the tent, various taxidermy and fuzzy knitted throws adorning thrift store sofas. There was a bar separating the lounge and the dance floor area. It was more eclectic mountain cabin than a desert camping tent, but charming. Everyone turned around to welcome Emily and Rose.

“Welcome home, Em!” They cheered.
She laughed.
“Guys, meet Rose! Rose, meet the guys!” she said.
A group of scantily clad festival goers cheered.
“Hey, Baby!”
Rose turned to scan the crowd. No one called her that but her boyfriend.
Yes, it was John!

John came up to Rose and kissed her suddenly and hard that she leaned into him. She wanted more kisses but realized all eyes were on her.

The group cheered again.

“Are you all done with your reporting assignment now baby?” John asked.

Rose pulled away from their kiss and laughed, a little embarrassed. “Yes, all done and ready to dance!” she smiled. Rose tasted whiskey on John and she saw the bar filled with nearly empty liquor bottles. Jesus, everyone here must be wasted already!

Finally, yours [mine]

She squirmed in the barstool. Her thoughts raised. Her hands trembled as she reached for her wine glass.

What was she doing? She wondered. Not for the first time. Not for the thousandth time. But here she was, as inevitably as water running downhill.

A man sat in the stool beside her. Her breath caught, heart threatening to burst from her chest. Was it . . .?

It was not. She deflated, with an ache only she could feel. The man smiled, noticing her gaze.

“Buy you a drink?” Too smooth for complete sentences, this one. She raised her wine glass at him, marveling to realize it was mostly empty.

“Why not?” The man smiled a little wider, eagerly flagging down the bartender for more.

“What do you do?” He turned to face her.

“I sit at the bar, and I wait.” She sat facing the bar still, her heart daring her to keep waiting.

“Waiting for a guy like me to buy you a drink?” She smirked at the way his words brought up butterflies in her stomach. The bad kind. The aching, longing kind.

“What kind of guy are you?”

An Experimental Threesome #MMF #Menage #Bisexual

Jeremy’s first bisexual threesome

Jeremy fucked Fiona on the lounge chair on a warm sunny morning. The look on her face was priceless, as Fiona displayed a carnal look while she circled her hand over her clit. He held on to her legs and folded them over her body. Jeremy pushed himself in nice and deep. Then, out of nowhere, Lane come up to his side holding his cock in his hand. He wore a lustful look as he stroked himself. Jeremy turned to him and the looked at his cock. Lane was rock hard, and the way it pointed at him Jeremy was suddenly tempted to take him in his mouth.

There was a certain curiosity that loomed in his mind, and he remembered the conversation he had with Lane and his girlfriend Fiona about sharing a threesome; they want to do it together with no limits. Jeremy was ready to push the boundaries further when he leaned in and took him in his mouth. Lane didn’t protest, but Fiona was shocked when she gasped. Jeremy wasn’t sure yet when she was turned on or disgusted by what she saw, but what she said next exuded him into confidence.

Feels like Nikkis first time

First Time… Feedback welcome.

Not a true story.

It had been 6 months since she had finally escaped from a 15 year abusive relationship. She had only ever been with him sexually and lets just say it was awful. He was all about him, never going down on her, never lasting longer then a couple minute and NEVER giving her an orgasm.

She felt she wasnt anything special, but had a lot of positive feed back from potential sexual conquests. She was shorter 5’7″ and was curvy. She had long wavy red hair and amazing blue eyes that the men just could get enough of. She wanted to explore sex so much, she masturbated daily… Often several times a day, but lately it just wasnt cutting it.

Then she met Alex, he was older about 10 years older, he was sweet and oh so sexy. He wasnt too tall but tall enough for her. He had amazing green eyes and the cutest smile she had ever seen. But what really drew her to him was his beard.
They spent many nights talking until it turned sexy. She explained to him her situation and all he wanted to do was please her. They soon set up a time to meet.
He instructed her to wear sexy lingerie, and to bring toys and a cock ring. He was going to make her cum mulitple times until she passed out from the pleasure.

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[MF] Lunch Time at Work – Critiques Welcome

This is written from a male perspective to a female. I am relatively new at this and wish to get better. If anyone has any constructive critiques please comment below (or PM me if you want to discuss more), I would love to read them, thanks!

You’re naked asleep in your bed dreaming when you awaken to the feeling of him kissing your cheek.  You open your eyes and he kisses your lips and tells you “good morning beautiful.” He hands you a hot cup of coffee and kisses your cheek again before slowly kissing the side of your neck.   You moan as you take your first drink.  He kisses down your chest around your breasts as he takes his hand and rubs the other breast.  He sucks on your nipples and gently massages your breasts, then kisses down your stomach while his hands firmly rub your chest.

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No start or finish…just this moment [mm?]

I want to be tied up, hand and foot, naked. I’m on my knees, helpless to move. My cock is rock hard as someone kneels in front of me to suck it between hot lips. Someone stands behind me, holding me steady as I feel my hardness throb helplessly beneath the attention of wet, dripping tongue. I know I shouldn’t be letting this happen. I shouldn’t be here in the first place. But now I’m helpless to resist. 
My wrists are handcuffed together, but my hands are free. Someone takes advantage of this behind me. I feel coconut oil being smeared into my hand. A hard cock slips between my fingers. I’m not gay – I’ve never been gay. But something about this moment drives me to grasp my hand around that hard throbbing flesh. I rock gently up and down the shaft in my hand, my fingers exploring every nook of pleasure. The lips on my cock increase in passionate energy, and I can hear echos of my moans reflected from the people with me.
Yes, I’m blindfolded. I don’t care that I can’t see my captors. All I care about is the pleasure, the energy I share with these strangers. Age, appearance, gender, social status doesn’t matter in this moment. Nothing matters except the pleasure and connection we share. 
I feel safe. I’m captive and helpless, but safe. I can feel, with every throb of my aching harness, that these strangers care for me. Their passion overwhelms me and I am lost in it. I float in a sea of pleasure, wanting nothing more than to give and receive this rapturous, wonderful pleasure. This mutual love that melts between our bodies. 
My mouth half opens with moans. I hear the person behind me breathe deeply, letting out a loud cry of happiness… and suddenly my hands are covered in sticky joy. I can’t help but smile. I wish I could taste my fingers. Suddenly the tongue on my cock is gone.
I feel someone else put their breast in my hand. I gladly massage it, caressing their seductive curve and excited, hard nipple. They move away, and I sigh in contentment.
Someone is standing over me. That same nipple is offered to my lips, and I open wide in eagerness.  It’s still dripping wet with cum, and it makes me more than happy to clean it with my own very eager tongue. I hear a moan above me and smile. I’m making someone very happy, and that fills me with warmth. 
I explore the shape of the nipple with my tongue, eagerly twirling it in my mouth. I gently suck it until it is fully hard and filling my mouth. I want more, and passionately consume it with all the heat I can muster. 
Their breast starts to lower, and I follow it with my head. My cock throbs against the side of their leg. It brushes their skin as they lower their body closer to me. I still try to follow the nipple, but it soon floats beyond reach. I look up in disappointment, but am greeted with eager, passionate kisses. They warm my soul and my body, and so I return them in kind, melting into their kisses. Breast against my chest. I sense a warmth approaching my member and moan in anticipation.
At the same time, the cock from before returns. It’s hard once more, and starts to make its way down my back, leaving a trail of wetness on the skin of my back. My excitement grows more than ever…

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Shaving with Hands Shaking [FF][anticipation]

She could not believe how erotic the slick slide of the razor felt this time.

Her pussy quivered and wept under the onslaught of her oh-my-gods thoughts.

In a few minutes, the other beautiful woman would arrive.

Which drove the wheels of her erotic insanity more? Licking a girl for the first time or opening her own flower to be tasted and oh so elegantly tongued?

Her hands shook as she rinsed the razor.

Eight o’clock stood only 10 minutes away.

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[b/S] My 22F Indian sister. Yeah I’m younger ;)

Yeah you heard it right.
I’m trading off her pics with something that you have that is as exciting as mine.

Stories, pics, vids you have to just ask for it..
I got it all

But but but…

Pictures and videos should be of people you have had intimacy with PERSONALLY.

NO RANDOM STUFF OFF THE INTERNET.

Peace out.

I’m on Kik

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Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 12)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

Receiving a great view of Hermione’s spread pussy, Ginny bit her lip, and Michael just said “mmmm.”

Michael started to move in, but Ginny stopped him.

“You already got a taste.” Said the bicurious redhead, and she crawled on the huge bed after Hermione, positioning herself between her friends legs.

Hermione watched Ginny, as she stared at her exposed vagina, her hands rubbing around her thighs.

“Someones excited.” Said Ginny, lowering herself and popping her ass in the air. Ginny smiled as she lowered her face, smelling Hermione’s musky scent.

Hermione’s eyes closed as Ginny’s tongue found her pussy, pleasing her with long slow licks.

“How do you like the taste?” Asked Michael, positioning himself behind Ginny, spreading her cheeks, and preparing to eat her out.

“She tastes great.” Said Ginny, between licks. “I see why you love eating pussy so much ungh!” Michaels tongue had found Ginny’s twat and was licking away, and Ginny set off back to work. She was licking a moaning Hermione, and moaning as Michael licked her.

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 11)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

A few days later Hermione sat outside with Ginny, in the bright, warm sunshine. They were each doing their homework, and occasionally pausing to talk about this and that.

Since revealing her little secret, Hermione had been spending the majority of her time with her red-headed friend. No longer having any reason to avoid her, she was happy to have a friend that she could confide in.

As much as Hermione still missed Ron and Harry, she wasn’t willing to spend that much time around Lavender, and couldn’t bring herself to lie to Harry. And so she stayed away from them both, sticking with her one female friend instead.

It also was nice to be around someone so open and free. And the more time Hermione spent with Ginny, the more she realized just how adventurous Ginny was.

Not only had she been with Michael Corner, but she had also been with Dean Thomas, Ernie MacMillan, and, to Hermione’s great surprise, little Colin Creevey.