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A hot shower [MF] [voy, rough, Fsolo, piv]

While you were standing in the shower, water cascading down your skin, bracing your body against the wall as your left arm supporting your breasts, squeezing your right breast in time with your fingers pushing inside your tight ass and pussy. Water sprinkles off your body and pooling in your palm, splashing against your soaking wet cunt. Suddenly, the fan stops, causing the room to fill with steam so you are unable to make out anything in the room. Slipping in, watching you touch yourself, rubbing my cock through my black pants as it strains against the material, my eyes transfixing on your rhythmic thrusts.

As you moan against the wall of the shower, the cold tile chilling your hot, wet skin, making your nipples stiff and raising goosebumps. I follow every curve with my gaze as I open my fly and begin stroking my cock, slowly, curling a finger over the head to lubricate it with my precum. Flushing the toilet, sending ice cold water over you, causing you to leap back and catch me rubbing my thick, rigid shaft to your shapely body. Read more »

Love Like Champions [M/F]

“This game, Darla…this fucking game,” said Adam Mayfield, sounding more stressed than any man in his mid-30s should.

“That’s the fifth time you’ve said that, Adam,” Darla groaned, who’d stopped trying to calm him down.

“You’ve been keeping track?”

“What else is there to do when we’re out of buffalo wings and cheese dip?”

“I’m sorry, damn it!” he said. “It’s just…I had this same feeling 13 years ago the last time the Eagles played the Pats in the Super Bowl. That did not turn out well.”

“No need to remind me,” said Darla. “I remember…more than you know.”

He probably didn’t hear that last part. He was too caught up in the spectacle that was Super Bowl LII. Darla had anticipated a stressful night since the Eagles topped the Vikings two weeks ago. She and her long-time boyfriend, Adam, were as big an Eagles fan as they came. Them being in the Super Bowl was a test of heart, in more ways than one. Read more »

Get on the bus. (mf, exhibitionism, hand, oral)

My girlfriend is sitting beside me on the bus. At the next stop two hot girls get on. A blonde and a redhead. Petite and athletic They are talking and looking at their phones. Both of them are wearing white tee shirts and grey tights that show every curve of their firm little bodies. They both sit on bench seats directly opposite ours. They are paying attention to each other and their phones so I can keep looking at their bodies. My gf knows I’m staring at them and she leans over and whispers,

“you horny fucker. You want to fuck both of them don’t you?”

I smile and just keep staring but my cock got hard when she let on that she saw me staring and knew what I wanted. Then I feel her hand slide across my lap and start touching my cock through my pants. It’s rock hard now. My heart is pounding and I start gentle thrusts because I just can’t help it. She’s stroking my cock through my pants and the two girls are right there.

“What if they look and see your cock all hard? I’m not stopping!” Read more »

Thirty-Seven Minutes

He clears a patch in the bathroom mirror. Sighs. Leans his forehead against it. It’s been a long night. Arguing and then hugging each other and sobbing and making up and arguing again. Both of them drunk at first and then sober as the night went on. Talking their way in circles. Endless circles. Trying to fix it. Trying to untangle themselves from all the words they’d tangled themselves up in. Until, in the end, somewhere around dawn, they ran up against it: it wasn’t working. It wasn’t fixable. This wasn’t something they were going to talk their way out of.

Which, he thinks, pulling back and inspecting his reflection, was something he always knew on some level. They don’t fit, him and her. She wants something solid and dependable – the television sitcom life of husband and kids and daily errands and friends. He wants anything but that. Even the thought of it is strangling. They’re different people. He nods at his doppelganger in the mirror. This, he thinks, is for the best. Read more »

After the party [MF] [piv, bd, oral]

After a night of flirtatious glances across the room, and the party beginning to wind down, I follow you into the cloak room, the lock making a loud click as I shut the door behind us. Striding across the room, I grab your wrists, pushing you against the wall, kissing you along your collarbones and up your neck, whispering in your ear, “I want you. Now.” Giving you a nibble on your earlobe and biting down your neck, I raise your arms and grasp both wrists in my hand, the musky scent of my cologne filling your nostrils.

Roughly stroking your cheek, tracing my thumb over your mouth and down your chin to your neck, circling your breasts, caressing the bottoms and sides while I kiss you deeply, my tongue wetting your lips before parting them and massaging your tongue with mine, my hand moving lower, stroking your side and over your hip. Read more »

Down in the park [MF] [exhib, bd, oral, piv]

Arriving at the dog park late one spring evening, you bring your pup through the double gates and unhook her lead. As soon as the clip is released, she scampers off like a shot, kicking up dust in her path as she weaves through the trees, barking her introduction to the other dog sniffing around in the grass at the far end. You gather the leash in your hand, taking a seat on the slatted bench across from the entrance.

I toss a tennis ball to my dog and let her return it, scratching her head when she drops it and then launching it back into the grass, watching the dogs chase and tumble through the gravel. Your dog pounces on it as it bounces and guards it, growling when mine comes near. I leave the dogs to play and rinse my hands by the spigot for the large metal bowls filled with water for the animals. I stride over to you with a smile and take a seat on the bench next to you. Read more »

Scrambled Eggs [MF] [nosex]

I stand behind you at the stove, my bare chest against your shoulders, guiding your hands as we break down the colorful vegetables: a bright red pepper, and one of vibrant green, removing the tops and bottoms, making them into strips; unwrapping the outer layer from a firm round onion, slicing them into flavorful bits and sliding them into the greased pan. I clasp my hand over yours to protect it from the honed edge of the knife as we dice and slice the ingredients, preparing them for cooking.

Next, we take the bulging mushrooms, rinsing the cap, rubbing our fingers over the top to clean them before we make two quick strokes across and toss them into the pan. One falls from my grip and I quickly retrieve it, popping it into your mouth as you moaningly sigh in enjoyment. I hand you the salt grinder and command you to twist, myself making two twists for every one of yours as we bathe the pan with light and dark speckles Read more »

The office visit [MF] [job, bd, oral, piv, exhib]

As you finish another seemingly interminable phone call, the last in a long line of frustrations, your arms are suddenly restrained, the receiver clattering to the desk. You exhale sharply as two strong hands cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing your nipples as the fingers gently lift and squeeze your full bosom. As your body is enveloped by the figure behind you, your hands fall to your sides and your breathing quickens in anticipation. The hands working over your breasts, sliding up your chest and across your collarbones, thick fingers gently squeezing your nipples as they stiffen from the attention through your bra. As they slip down your chest again, your shirt is parted around your shoulders and tucked under your bra, exposing the sheer black fabric. The hands caressing you move up your neck, to your to your chin, to your jawline, behind your ears and grasp your flowing hair, giving a forceful tug. Fingers trace your back, finding the clasp, unfastening your bra as your breasts relax and spill further out of your top. A few of your coworkers notice your increasing state of undress and arousal, as your moans, quiet at first become more audible over the murmur of the office. Some of your coworkers are watching from afar, in curiosity or shock. You look up and see their gaze transfix on your increasingly naked form, as your bra lifts over your head and falls to the floor. The cool office air causes your nipples to tighten, becoming hard nubs on your soft, supple breasts. Young and old, the crowd increases as the men duck behind cubicles and the women shift uncomfortably, wetness forming between their legs. Moist fingers pull on your nipples and release, letting your breasts fall, jiggling and tugging on the surrounding skin. The hands moving from pawing at your chest to spread your legs, opening them forcefully, causing your skirt to ride up and display the damp spot in your panties to the crowd . Then, as one arm supports your breasts, the other would rub your thighs, making sure your legs stay open for everyone to see. Two fingers massaging your slit through the thin fabric, making you even wetter as it pushes the material between your lips. Another tug on your hair snapping your head back so I could kiss you, running my tongue over your lips before forcing its way inside and circling your tongue, a faint clicking of my piercing against teeth seeming to echo inside your mind. Lifting your skirt, my hand sliding between fabric and flesh, a finger entering your soaking cunt, bulging against the lacy cloth as I built a rhythm, slipping in and out of you, rubbing your spot as i lift your shirt to your bicep, until it was just a band under your heaving breasts, holding your arms to your sides. My palm traveling down your chest, between your cleavage then to the bottom of your breast, up the front, then crossing over and down the other side, giving both breasts the attention they crave. Swirling my finger inside of you, the steady back and forth replaced by small circles against the top, causing you to tingle as your muscles tense and a flood of cum soaks your underwear. Spinning your chair around and dropping the back, I’d kneel, lifting your legs over my shoulder while removing your skirt and underwear, tossing them to the gathering crowd to fight over. Lowering the chair, my zipper traveling down with you, letting my hard cock spring free and let you start to stroke the shaft, rubbing your thumb over the top to coat it in my juices. Your shirt tightening, lifting your breasts higher, brushing them against the tip of my stiff shaft, slapping the head against your soft flesh then rubbing the tip on your nipples in tight circles, causing a sticky rope of precum to stretch like a chain between them. My hand moving to your neck, pulling your head closer to my thick, throbbing cock, which you readily devour. Sliding your hot, wet lips down my shaft, pressing against the bottom with your tongue. Tasting my desire, sending you into a frenzy, bobbing your head back and forth as your suck on me, your hands rubbing the stickiness on your tits into your skin and pulling them with your whole hand. Grabbing my waist, pulling me closer so you could get nearly the entire length into your mouth, causing the men in the crowd to cheer for your wanton abandon. Pulling my throbbing cock out of your hot, wet mouth, circling the head with the tip of your tongue, feeling your hot breath over wet skin, I then watch you lick from the base up to the tip before wrapping your mouth around my shaft and drawing me into your mouth again. Alternating between these motions until my cock was swollen, almost too large to fit in your mouth. Looking up at me, demanding, “Fuck Me.” Read more »

The Holiday Party [FM+F+] [bd, exhib, job, oral, piv, rough, bi, dp]

Arriving home from visiting your parents, you find an outfit laid out on the bed: a black leather dress with crocheted lace above the bust, a red balconette bra and matching string bikini panties, a black garter with sheer red thigh high stockings, and a black lace choker. Your phone buzzes with a reminder that my holiday party is that evening.

You disrobe as you thumb through the clothing, rubbing your fingers over the different materials and textures. You enter the bathroom to shower, and makeup has been set out on the vanity counter, a matte red lipstick, a warm colored palette of eyeshadow, along with your usual eyeliner, mascara, highlighter and foundation.

Vibrating against the counter, your phone displays a text: “I just got out of work, I’ll be home in 45 minutes.” You pull back the curtain, gingerly stepping into the tub, letting the warm water cascade over your skin, taking the chill of the season with it down the drain. You lather your hair and condition it before soaping up your body, and finish cleaning your body with a razor before stepping out and toweling off. Read more »