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Cumming in the teacher’s office

Mr. Will, a teacher at the all girls high school that I am studying at. He’s handsome, well-educated and humorous. He’s also the homeroom teacher of my class and more than half of the class have a crush on him.

On the other hand, there’s me. A rebel or what many people would call a delinquent. Dyed hair, numerous piercings, and atrocious grades.

Being a delinquent, the eyes of others would always be judging me. Students, teachers and even my parents will always look at me scornfully.

Mr. Will is the only one that has never looked at me that way. He showed me genuine concern and constantly encourage me to study. Despite me disappointing him numerous times, he still refuses to give up on me.

As usual, I was in Mr. Will’s office again today. Some girls had probably complained about me after I had gotten into a fight with them the previous day.

“Take a seat first”, Mr. Will said with his signature husky voice. With my head down I sat on the sofa.

“Coffee or tea ?”, He asked with 2 cups of drinks in his hand. Read more »

Presidential receiving line (m/f, m/m, oral)

This is satire based on the idea that giving a blowjob is as common as opening a door for someone. It is completely consensual and very normal.

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The president stood at the end of another long receiving line and I was again amazed by his charm. Anyone can be charming for half an hour but he stood in his office, with his perfect posture and unwaveringly kind smile, and greeted visitors for hours at a time. The man was a phenomenon.

No one would have begrudged him a flaccid cock in a situation like this. Many distracted or disinterested presidents would bruskly shake hands with the men while one by one their wives elegantly took to their knees in a deep curtsey (all of them, it seemed, had gone to finishing school) and politely closed their mouths around the limp presidential member for the polite amount of time: three head bobs of the head according to Emily Post. Then they would rise just as elegantly as they had kneeled and nod to man out respect for the office. Read more »

At the concert (m/f)

Each time she brushed against him he grew less restrained. The less restrained he grew, the more often she brushed against him. He took the first purposeful slide of her hips against his as an accident. Loud music drowned out thought in the small club. Everyone pressed together in a brick box with speakers, a soundboard and nowhere for the heat from the lights and from their bodies to go. She danced through the crowd with her arms in air as though everyone else were there simply for her to swim through.

He’d lost count of how many times she slid her ass across the front of his jeans when she passed him. Once, he ventured the back of his hand against the small of her back. The next he put the palm of his hand across her hip. She lingered, his hand against her body and the heart in his throat throbbed faster. He curled his fingers around her, gripping her waist softly. So softly. The jolt of sudden intimacy shot through him out of this subtle, slight caress. Then the subdued panic of overstepping his bounds and having misinterpreted everything. She turned her head slowly and as she moved to look at him the sense of gamble almost overtook him. Her smile had gravity though, and he felt himself pulled toward her as she danced away again. The next time she danced toward him he slid both his palms against her ass. She leaned back into him and his hard on stiffened. Read more »

At the museum (m/f)

She was full of questions and eye contact. He told her of the history of another and another painting as she listened with an approximation of attention. If she’d asked him to repeat what he’d just said he couldn’t have obliged her. He was aware that he was speaking a familiar speech that he’d given to tour groups of grandmothers and art students before her but he couldn’t say at what point in the speech he was. He could draw her deep blue eyes from memory though. He knew the brushstrokes that would paint her hair.

At the end of each speech at each painting she riddled him with questions. Had this artist been influenced by a certain other artist? From whose collection did the museum receive it? Had it been offered or was it pursued? How many times had they asked? She knew the answers. He felt her study his reactions at each question mark. He felt her undressing him with her eyes from his knowledge downward.

“What is your least popular exhibit?” she asked, her gaze penetrating him as he welcomed more.

“The furniture on the lower level.”

She stepped forward. “Why isn’t it popular?” Read more »

la fee verte [mff]

The absinthe should have been the end of the evening. Honestly, it should have never gotten to that point, but by the time I came careening back out to the garden from the liquor pantry with my arms full of a half a dozen suspect and intricately labelled bottles, I should have known it was already too late. Lucky for me I have never had much of a sense of judgment.

I was in my thirties at the time. Fat with opulence, slightly overconfident and somewhat cynical. Tall, Saturnine, with an honestly-come-by dad bod, and passably attractive, I was not starved for female companionship, sexual or otherwise, but you’d never have known it to hear me complain.

I shared a house in a small “city” a few hours’ north of NYC with an attractive woman who shared my cynicism, detachment and the certainty that the best years of our lives were behind us. We’d had a history, including not only a business partnership and friendship, but some of the hottest, dirtiest, ashamed-to-tell-your-perviest friends porno sex I’d ever been privileged to be a part of, but we had since settled amicably into a more-or-less platonic arrangement, which still included a great deal of affectionate casual intimacy. And the occasional sexual favor. Read more »

The Elf Wife: Hot Springs Seduction [M/F, fantasy, oral, handjob, masturbation, voyeur, cum marking]

Two dark eyes peered out from the top of the rocky outcropping. The small creature canted its beaked head curiously at the naked human soaking in the steamy water, unsure of what to make of the stranger.

Tobias of Winterbourne had never seen the cat-sized creature’s like. As the animal crawled cautiously into view, Tobias could see that it possessed an angular avian head with piercing eyes. Its forelimbs functioned like legs, but supported a folding membrane that stretched back along its sinuous body. Some sort of wings? Its small, sleek feathers ranged in color from brownish black on its dorsal side to tan to nearly white on its stomach.

“Hello there, fellow,” he said with an affable smile. The creature didn’t appear hostile, and Tobias was put more at ease upon seeing a finely-wrought silver collar about its neck. Some nobleman’s pet, apparently. “I’m not invading your territory, am I?”

The beast squawked guardedly.

“Or are you after some of this?” The human reached behind him for a handful of butter biscuits from his small pack. He broke off a sizable piece and tossed it to his visitor. Read more »

Maria Makes Do [F] [Solo] [Insertion]

Maria sighed as she carried the basket of clothes into the laundry room, the tile cold against her bare feet. She had planned to be getting laid by her husband, Miguel, right now rather than washing clothes. Unfortunately he had called to say he would be home late and for Maria not to wait up. She was trying not to be upset, it wasn’t his fault after all. He couldn’t have known that she had laid out a dozen candles in their bedroom and bathroom. He didn’t know she was wearing a brand new set of underwear; A red bra adorned with small white polka dots that pushed her B cup breasts up perfectly, along with matching sheer panties. He had no idea that she had been lightly teasing herself for hours, waiting excitedly to surprise him. With a huff, Maria threw the basket onto the dryer and opened the washer. She loaded up the clothes with short agitated movements, stopping once to absent-mindedly pull the crotch of her panties away from her sticky-wet slit. Once everything had been loaded, she started the washer just as her phone dinged. She picked it up from the dryer and hopped up to sit on the washer as it filled with water. Her eyes swept over the screen at the text from Miguel: Read more »

Looking for an Erotica style book where a woman learns to explore her sexuality and embraces it.

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Considering this is her first erotica book based on my knowledge, I’d like to make sure it is a well written and an interesting book. Genre doesn’t matter for she reads everything. Thank you in advance.