Have you ever wondered how you look naked? I mean in an angle that you – yourself – can’t ever see. We’ve all seen us naked in the large bathroom mirror after the shower. I even used to use my hand mirror to see down there. However, right now is the moment that I desperately need to know how I look naked. The room is dark, lines from an ignored Netflix show became an ambient music, and he is leaning forward to me naked! I’ve already seen him shirtless multiple times, but this is totally different! I’ve just never seen a boy naked. The slightest light from the street is making his body to make its own shadows, those shadows are outlining his body, and regardless of the lack of brightness, I can see his body clearer than ever. As he leans closer, now I can see his lower part. It’s really bigger than I’ve imagined it to be. How can that go inside of me? It’s definitely going to hurt. Anyway, if I can see his body this clearly, he can do the same. Do I look ok now? Maybe I should’ve listened when my friend told me that I should start shaving there. But, I never thought I would show there to someone this soon! Aren’t my boobs too small? I hope they are not. Now I’m spreading my legs like a frog exposing all the areas that I was told to cover in my entire life. Do I look ridiculous posing like this? Is my face red? – because I can feel the hotness from my face. Should I close my eyes or is that just for kissing? Or..
Suddenly, he smiled to me a little, and he started touching me there. Oh my god. *Ahh, ah.. This feels good*. Wait. This I just said that out loud? And, what was that noise I just made? Gash, I really wish I can see how I look right now. I really hope I look fine, right now, naked and awkwardly posing.
Category: Erotica
cuckolded again by my wife, this time with my blessing [mff], [oral], [cuckold], [voyeur]
Once my wife’s secret was out and I knew what a dirty slut she was and that she’d been cuckolding me behind my back she expected me to divorce her or fly off the handle or both. I made her watch the videos I had taken with all the hidden cameras: the ones that filmed her sucking and fucking a guy in the backseat of her Escalade, and the video that caught her sucking and being fucked by two coworkers on her lunch hour. Both videos fully captured what a slut my wife was and how it was clear she needed to be fucked by just more than her husband. She tried stammering out excuses but I told her it was obvious by watching her rushing home from work in order to have to have two young guys bend her over our couch and pound her and wear her out that this was just who she was.
I told my wife that if she was too cock hungry and slutty to be satisfied by her husband than I would not stand in her way. She assumed I meant I was divorcing her, but I told her that she could fuck anyone she wanted as long as she followed a few rules:
1) She had to be 100% honest with me and tell me every detail of what she did and with whom.
2) She had to allow me to either watch my wife be the slut she was in person or video tape her. No exceptions.
3) I reserved the right to give her “assignments,” during her fuck fests that she’d have to obey.
4) After she hooked up. She’d have to come home and I would enjoy her after she’d been enjoyed by the others.
She was shocked and stunned. She asked me if she really wanted to be married to a woman who couldn’t be easily satisfied and had very little boundaries and would do whatever she wanted in order to be satisfied. I told her I did, and that it turned me on to be married to such a slut. I told her I wanted her to embrace her slut and that I wanted her to enjoy herself and I didn’t want my wife to hold back.
The Menage A Trois [FFM]
It was a cool summer’s night, the breeze gently whipping passed Sara, blowing her dress softly as she stood, wine in hand outside this trendy wine bar. It was a Friday night and she was out with her ‘friends’. By ‘friends’ she meant people she worked with that didn’t have a whole lot in common with her. Reaching down into her clutch, she pulled out a cigarette, lit in and placed in her mouth taking a long drag. Sara was a curvy girl, Blonde shoulder length hair, round butt and pert boobs held up in her strapless floral dress. Sara rolled her ankle, trying to alleviate some pain she had from wearing her heels. Fearing that the night would be a bust, taking another drag, Sara looked through the throng of people and the mass seemed to part as her eyes fell upon a stunning sight.
My first threesome
*True story, to the best of my recollection anyway. It starts slowly but I thought it necessary to set the stage. Names changed a little but that’s about it. I’d love feedback if you’d be willing to take a moment and comment or send me a message.*
I was re-introduced to Laura when I was a senior in college. Our parents went to the same church and apparently got it in their heads that we would be a nice couple. Laura is three years older than me and was working at her first real job after college but while she was in high school she used to babysit my younger sister for some extra cash. Of course I fantasized about her at the time: what teenage boy wouldn’t? Laura’s body is all delicious curves: her breasts are full DD cups and her ass stretched the seat of her pants nearly to the breaking point.
Nothing came of our time together back then though. I forgot about her as I drunkenly stumbled through college and the associated parties, thoroughly enjoying myself along the way. Our parents contrived to have us join them for a big Sunday lunch (dinner down here in the South) and I was a bit surprised how well we hit it off.
In the Studio-Part 1. [mf] [sex] [hazmat] [messy]
Here is a new story I am working on. It includes respirators, supplied air, hazmat, messy situations and sex. I am looking for critiques and constructive criticisms! Thanks for reading!
“Ok! It’s time to get to work!” She said to her husband right before she pulled the mask down over her face. Her husband helped her tighten the straps to her full face mask and makes sure the hood of her yellow tychem suit wasn’t getting scrunched up. You see, this couple are artists and today they are getting suited up to mix up some clay for pottery along with some new slips and glazes.
He checks to make sure her mask is on tight by putting his hand over the inlet and she attempts to take a breath. The mask pulls tight against her face, but his hand remains. She breaths in again but this time the mask gets tighter, understanding that he is getting frisky with some breathplay. She smiles at him through the mask, and pulls his hand away. “We have to work, not play!” she says while winking.
Vape Police. A Cam & David Story [mm][oral][anal]
When David walked into the bathroom he fully expected to see someone vaping, as you would in high school. He was utterly shocked to find Cam being the one ripping a fat cloud. When Cam saw who entered, he chucked the Suorin across the bathroom instinctively. David rushed him and used his strong muscles to pin Cam against the wall. “How could you fall to the ranks of the dregs?” David cried, “what made you think this could possibly be a good idea?” Cam hung his head in shame and muttered “to make you think I was cool.” David immediately loosened his grip and let Cam sink to the floor out of shock. “Y..you did it to impress me?” said David in disbelief. “Yeah,” Cam said, “I wanted to impress you and show you how fat my clouds are.” David looked deeply into Cam’s eyes and whispered “You don’t need to rip fat clouds to make me love you, I already love you.” Cam looked up with hope in his eyes, “R…really? You do?” David looked at Cam coyly and said “How could I not love you?” And tentatively added “I mean have you seen yourself? Damn!” Cam blushed, “You don’t mean that.” “I really do” David said boldly, “I’ve seen you changing, you’ve got a lot down there.” Cam adjusted his seating, trying to hide the growing erection. David, noticing this, slyly slid his hand down onto Cam’s thigh, making a tiny circle with his finger that was slowly making its way up Cam’s thigh. “What do we have here?” David teased. “N..nothing..” Cam said, leaning away. “Hey, if you don’t want to do this we don’t have to” David said with concern. “No, no I want to” said Cam, caressing David’s face and pulling him into a passionate kiss as he unzipped David’s pants. “Wow” Cam said, finally seeing David’s full length in the flesh. “That’s way bigger than I expected” “You think?” David asked. Of course it was, David’s length when fully erect was just shy of 9 inches, with the girth of a water bottle. “Honestly I’m kinda intimidated” Cam said, worrying about how he would be able to walk back to class. Cam decided to give it his full effort and shoved as much of david’s length down his throat as possible, causing David to let out a moan as his shaft slowly started to disappear down Cams throat. When Cam got halfway down david’s length, he gagged and pulled out. “I need this inside me now” Cam moaned, pulling his pants down and sitting down on david’s rock hard cock. He slowly began to sink down onto David’s cock, going from a slow pace to a faster and faster, until he was slamming down full force onto David. He continued this rhythm for what seemed like ages in pure bliss until david said “get off, I’m about to…” as he came hard, shooting rope after rope into cams sweet tender asshole. Feeling David’s hot cum inside him, Cam came himself, shooting his load all over the wall of the bathroom. They sat there, in pure bliss for a long time, until Cam turned around and gave david a passionate kiss, saying “we should do this again” and pulling up his pants and giving david a wink as he left the bathroom. David cleaned himself up and left the bathroom, his mind a haze from the pure bliss he just experienced.
Kylie’s Adventure – Part 4. [fm][oral][NIS]
By popular demand I continue the saga. I’ll link the other three parts later. Long gap between entries because I needed inspiration and I didn’t want to write crap for the sake of writing crap. Anyhoo, here goes. Kylie’s Adventure part four:
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After Sarah left things went back to normal at Auburn Middle School. Kids came naked when it was their turn, and classes continued as normal. They all missed their friend, but they were all happy in the memory of her epic defiance. Kylie kept a selfie they had taken together during Sarah’s nude week in her three ring binder. She liked looking at it. Sarah, naked, with one arm around Kylie’s shoulders and the other arm extended to take the photo. Both of them with wide smiles.
A few weeks after Sarah’s departure Kylie received her notification in first period. By now the novelty had worn off and she didn’t get more than a few extra glances as the kids packed up to go to their next class.
Kylie’s heart beat against her ribs. She’d been expecting this. Between Sarah and the other girls who had already taken their turn she’d gotten used to nudity, but to *be* nude was entirely different. Now she knew when it would happen, and the reality was imminent.
New Jack (5)
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5.
Jack awoke early amidst a tangle of arms and legs, two sets of large breasts pressed against his upper arms. He slid out of bed, doing his best to let the nude sleeping women continue their rest as he padded into the bathroom to complete his morning ablutions.
Finished, he made his way into the kitchen after throwing on a pair of boxer shorts, no flamingos this time he thought with a wry smile. He began to fix a full breakfast and was just pulling the last of the bacon from the frying pan when Cindy stumbled in. She hadn’t bothered to dress and was peering at Jack through sleep encrusted eyes.
“Coffee” she mumbled and Jack poured a mug from the fresh pot before handing it across to her. “Shit, I need to talk to Max!” she exclaimed, her eyes flying wide open. She grabbed her phone and made her way out of the kitchen as Debbie stumbled in, nude as well, though she looked significantly more chipper.
New Jack (3 – 4)
3.
Monday morning dawned to find Jack already on the road, his sneakers beating a steady staccato onto the wet pavement. He had pushed on this run, still keeping the distance at a respectable three miles but working to drive his mile time down. He idly wondered why no one else around here was out jogging. There were plenty of lights appearing in windows but not a lot of movement at 6 am.
He saw the women as he rounded the next bend. Both relatively tall, ponytails swinging as they jogged along. As the pair passed under a streetlamp he recognized Debbie from the previous night’s adventure. She and her husband had snuck back to their house like teenagers under the cover of darkness after she had given him a deep kiss in parting. Bill had been grinning from ear to ear as he stuck out his hand to take his leave.
It had taken him a moment or two upon awakening to remember and reconstruct yesterday. His morning erection demanded attention, but Jack figured he could find a better use for the load and so opted instead to go for a run.
New Jack (1 – 2)
This is my first attempt at erotica. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Jack dropped the box with a finality that he felt adequately expressed how sick of moving he was. It was the last box, one of the heavy ones containing books he couldn’t bear to part with. Most of his other possessions and accoutrement of the past 13 years of his life had either had been offloaded through a garage sales and outright donations to homeless shelters. He had split from his wife, Amanda, amicably enough: she had abruptly decided to start fucking her coach at the gym and, hey, who was he to stop her. Their sex life had gotten stale over the years and, if he were honest with himself, he would miss her body but wasn’t too fussed about losing her as a person. They had simply grown apart and maybe it was just inertia that had kept them together anyway.