Love in the Night

So, fair warning, this one’s kinda fucked up. Not sure where it came from, but enjoy. (If there’s a sub more suited to this sort of thing, please let me know)
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She came every night. The one constant in this world. Everything else might be caught in the whirlwind of politics, violence, depravity… but not her. Shewas a broken creature. In that way we might have been the same. Maybe.

I had been a widower for ten years when I first saw her. Laying awake in my cold and empty bed, looking out the window, waiting. I couldn’t say for what. Maybe just for it to end. Lisa had meant everything to me… I just didn’t know what to do without her. Ten years in a haze.

We planted the tree outside our window on our wedding day. A few months after she passed, it finally grew tall enough for me to see it from our second floor window. It swayed in the night, and I would watch it when I couldn’t sleep. It almost seemed to wave, like a piece of her was there with it, telling me she was happy. Telling me to be happy. But I didn’t know how. Then I saw her.

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Reddit NSFW masturbation

Mornings prove to be one of the handfuls of time in my week that allow me to soak in the small details of the world around me. A mindful peacefulness before the days get filled with grooming, downing a quick cup of coffee, the daily commute to work, errand running, socializing, working, commuting again, preparing dinner. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. The calm before the storm. My eyelids slowly open from being fused together by the crystalized sleep embedded into my corneas and I inhale the earthy aroma of the coffee that has just clicked on to automatically brew. The glow of the early morning sunrise streaking in through the sheer, white curtains that frame my queen-size bed. An orange laser zig-zagging through the hills and valleys of the patchwork quilt which is perfectly draped over my prickly, bare legs. I graze my hands under my worn t-shirt (an old boyfriend’s band tee that I could never seem to give up because of how comfortable it is) and cup my breasts. They feel warm from sleep and I pass my thumb back and forth over my now hardening nipple. My breasts swell with each rise and fall of my diaphragm. A slight tinge rises in my hips as my body awakens to my touch and I nestle further into the cozy blankets. I listen to the rhythmic zhur zhur zhur of the ceiling fan. Loose and a slightly off-center. No doubt that it was installed by some cheap make-ready crew hired by my Landlord in between leases. In the distance, my neighbor’s rooster crows. Its belting signal has grown stronger as it’s matured but nonetheless, still fucking annoying as ever. Unless you’re a practicing sadist, I can’t understand why someone would choose to own one when you live in a fairly populated city and the only agriculture in sight is the overgrown alleyway that separates one of the dozens of Nazarene churches from the rundown drive-thru gas station.

Sister offers a carrot for her brother’s stick

“R u up?”

“Yes, but it’s a little too early for a booty call” I jokingly replied.

“LOL, yeah but you’re always in your room and I can’t tell if you’re up”

“I need your help with one of my videos“

“Why not use mom like usual?”

“Because mom and dad aren’t here this weekend, duh”

“Give me a rundown of what you want and I’ll give you an estimate.”

“What I want is a big brother who does whatever his little sister asks without asking questions…”

“But I’ll settle for a big brother who helps me with picking my outfits and running the camera in exchange for my everlasting gratitude”

“Wow gee what a reward”

“Just pretend I’m India Reynolds, I always get comparisons to her in my comments section and I know you watch her instagram account like a hawk, you big perv ;)”

She had me trapped. India was a British supermodel that was a fill-in whenever I needed pics and videos that were more risqué than my sister produced. Stacy loved to tease anyone she could, and my rapidly swelling cock reminded me I enjoyed being teased. That said I needed to lie a little for decency’s sake.

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Couch fuck

I’m lying on the loveseat wearing a white ribbed tank top and a pair of cotton black panties. The hum of the oscillating fan raising and lowering with each pass. It’s been a heatwave outside and my A’c hasn’t been able to keep up in the Texas July heat. I’m watching him casually smoke a cigarette at the other end. The smoke billowing out from his perfect pink lips encased by his beard. His facial hair is long and bushy. He looks like a European knight from one of the textbook history drawings, unkempt with a stone hard face meant for opposition. I slide my hips further on the couch cushion and spread my bare legs lazily. The seam of my underwear shyly peeling back against my vulva. He catches the moment and stares at me with his intense green eyes and raises an eyebrow.

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In Lieu of Rent, Ch 1 [exhibition] [f,7m]

When I was a PhD student in Seattle in my mid twenties, I lived on a tight stipend. I rented a room in a big house near campus with seven guys—all young, fit undergrads—for $630/month, leaving me very little left over for grocery and healthcare, let alone travel or fun or an emergency expense.

One night we were all sitting in the living room up to our own activities, and I made a mistake. I sat on the floor typing my thesis on my laptop, which rested on the coffee table, and when I twisted to stretch after a long period of productive but statue-like stillness, I knocked over my housemate’s mega-size diet coke onto my keyboard, frying my $1,300 machine. I could not afford to replace this.

For me to continue my work, I would have to bus to the library and pay by the hour, and even then I wouldn’t have access to my zotero collection of sources or my zettelkasten of notes. With just two semesters left to finish and defend my thesis before my stipend ran out, this felt like the toll of the final bell, the end of line, the end of hope. This may seem dramatic to those who have not been in the throes of a PhD, but I promise that in the circumstances it was a reasonable and proportional reaction.

From passion to pain, part 39 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)

“Tell me what you are.” Ally gasped and sputtered as my cock left her lips with an audible pop. “I’m… I’m your… I’m your slut.” I smiled and inserted my shaft into the brunette’s sloppy mouth. “Yes you are, slut. And you’re not going to forget that, are you?” A slap across Ally’s smooth cheek caused her to yelp around my dick as she nodded her agreement. I began thrusting into her mouth slowly, deeply, making tears well up in her brown eyes. I pulled out again before asking another question. “Whose holes are these?” Ally smiled, licking her lips to clean up some of the spit that had escaped before she responded. “Mmm, these are your holes, master. All your whore’s holes belong to you.” A devious grin appeared across my face as I slapped both of her caramel tits. “That’s a good whore.” I nearly whispered as Ally whimpered from the sudden impact upon her breasts. Before I could insert my cock into her mouth again, Ally asked a question of her own. “Master? Will you fuck my cunt and degrade me?” I laughed – a low, bellowing sort of chuckle – “of course, fuckpet. But even ‘cunt’ isn’t degrading enough for master’s favorite hole, is it?” Ally tilted her head slightly sideways as she pondered this new idea, her smile lit up the room as she replied “you’re right, master. Your slut doesn’t deserve to have her cunt be addressed so nicely.” I ran my hand down her cheek before kissing her forehead. “I thought not, fucktoy. How do you feel about calling it master’s cock socket?” While not the greatest name I’d ever come up with, it was good enough to make Ally’s eyes light up. “Oooohhh, yes, master. My cunt is only useful when it has your cock in it anyway.” I nodded my agreement before slapping Ally’s inner thighs, causing the brunette to squeal a little. I trailed my hand across her thigh and made ever smaller circles around her cunt. Ally began to move her hips slightly, as my touch grew nearer to her clit. Without warning, I quickly inserted two fingers from my other hand into her tight tunnel so as to not make her aware it was coming. Ally gasped as I penetrated her, unprepared for the sensation. “Oh my. My whore os so soaked. Tell me, my little fucktoy. Why is my cock socket so wet?”

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The coffee date when I [F/36] ended up in your [M/32] car with my pants around my ankles

I noticed the little scar on me knee while shaving my legs in the shower. I see it everyday. And every time I see it I think of how I got it… in your car… straddling you with my pants down around my ankles. My knees rubbing up against your leather seats. It’ll be there forever, even when we’re long over.
That date began as many blind dates do… I met you for coffee on a Thursday morning after I finished teaching Pilates. I remember asking if you’d mind that I wore my workout clothes to our date and you laughed, saying you preferred it. I parked my car across from a little grassy area in that sleepy little beach town and walked down to the coffee shop, wondering if you were already there. And then I saw you, sitting out front in a pair of jeans rolled up at the ankle and a short-sleeved button-down shirt. You had your sunglasses on and were on the phone so I glided past you and into the line inside the shop. Despite your dark glasses, I could tell that I’d caught your attention and I glanced over my shoulder at you, smiling coyly. You returned my smile with a light smirk, holding up a finger indicating you’d be right there. Feeling your eyes on me, I stood a little taller and popped my chest out a little more. I was glad for the tight leatherette crop top and leggings I decided to wear. I could feel you staring at my ass and I liked it. Already there was an intense heat building between us and we hadn’t even spoken to each other yet.
Finishing your call, you slid up behind me in line and I could smell the woodsy scent of your cologne. I felt your hand graze the cheek of my ass before you reached up to tap me on the shoulder. “Hi” I said turning to face you. You’d taken your sunglasses off and slid them in between the buttons of your shirt and in that moment I knew I was in for it. Your eyes… your warm, brown eyes looked right into mine and I felt my heart beat a little faster. We ordered our drinks and I remember there was a huge Golden Retriever in the shop while we waited for the barista to call our names. I watched you tossle his furry head and pet him behind the ears, my fondness for you growing by the minute. You picked up our order and motioning outside said “Shall we?”. I followed you outside and we found a bench with a little privacy, away from the other patrons. We shared all the usual pleasantries as we sipped our drinks “What do you do for work”, “How long have you lived here” etc., and with every answer I drew closer toward you. It took all the self control I had not to drape my legs over your lap and run my fingers through your hair. The chemistry between us was so strong and I began to feel a tingly warmth between my thighs. “Do you wanna get out of here ?” you asked abruptly. I immediately nodded and you stood up, throwing our empty cups in the trash can. You placed your hand at the small of my back and led me up the sidewalk to your car. The heat between my legs was growing while my heart beat faster as you opened the door and I slid inside onto the leather seat.
“I don’t know where we’re going. All I know is that I have to have you to myself, away from all these people”, you said as you sat down and started the engine. The road took a bend at the top of this hill and we found ourselves in a quaint little neighborhood. Our conversation paused and the sexual tension grew as you drove us through the quiet streets and finally pulled over at the end of a cul-de-sac under a shady tree. Leaving the engine running, you unfastened your seatbelt and turned to look at me. “Do you have a sunshade?” I asked “You know, so people can’t see inside?”
“Clever girl” you said as you reached to get yours from the backseat. It wasn’t much privacy from the people walking their dogs or going for a morning run but I didn’t care. I felt myself getting wetter and my clit began to throb. I turned toward you and you immediately took my face in your hands and brought your mouth onto mine. Your lips were soft and full but your kiss was hard and urgent. You sucked on my lower lip and I let out a moan. Hungrily you pulled me closer toward you, your tongue making it’s way up my neck to my earlobe and I could feel your breath, hot in my ear as I moaned a little louder. You began biting my ear and my neck and I leaned across the center console, desperate to be closer to you. With one hand around the back of my head, your other hand reached under my top, squeezing and kneading my breast. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into your grip while you slid your hand over to my other breast. My nipples like hard little berries now, you played with them; twisting each between your fingers and sending ripples of pleasure through my body. Clutching my hair, you tugged my head backward as you gave my nipple a hard pinch. My eyes flew open and I found you staring at me with those beautiful brown eyes. We didn’t speak a word – we didn’t have to. Time stood still and we remained locked in this primal, visual embrace.
Craving to taste you, to feel you filling up my mouth, I leaned forward unbuckling your pants and took your bulging cock into my hand. I felt your grip on my hair and you yanked my head back to look me in the eye before lowering my mouth down onto you. I propped myself up on all fours, stretched across the front of your car and took you all the way into my mouth… all the way until I felt you hit the back of my throat. I slid my mouth up the length of your cock just to lower down again – even further this time, as I tried to swallow your huge cock. Up and down I bobbed, spitting and gagging with pleasure… making a wet sloppy mess of my face. Deeper and deeper I took you in and felt my drenched pussy soaking through my panties. Your hands reached for either side of my head and you pulled me down over you until my lips completely covered your shaft, then you quickly lifted me up and off of you completely. “I need to be inside you” I remember you saying, and it was all I could do to slide my yoga pants down around my ankles. I clambered over to straddle you and moaned as I felt the head of your cock pressing against my slit before stretching me open. God you felt so good inside my tight, warm pussy… your cock filling me up, making me even wetter. I started grinding on you, already so turned on that all it took was your hands on my ass to send me into the rippling bliss of orgasm. I tried to catch my breath but you kept your hands firmly on my ass, lifting me ever so slightly off your cock just to slam me back down again… and again… and again. My knees were rubbing violently across your leather seats but I was in too much pleasure to notice as I felt myself edging closer to another orgasm. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum again for me?” The words barely got out of your mouth before I tightened around your cock again, this time sending you over the edge. You pulled me down onto you and I felt you exploding hot streams deep inside me. I collapsed forward and we sat there sweaty and panting.

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i (27 f) let my fwb (25 m) pee on me

*descriptions* me: 5’3, petite & slim build, just below shoulder length red hair, green eyes, longer lashes, very light amount of freckles, round face, pretty lips (both of them), two ear lobe piercings on each ear, gold nose ring on my right nostril

him: 5’5, athletic & slim build with light abs, long black & wavy/curly hair, hazel eyes, two earlobe piercings in each ear, a cartilage flat ear piercing on the right, a mustache and small goatee

my friend with benefits (25m we’ll call him ‘C’) and i (27f) rode in his car back to my place one night. “i have to pee” he said while shifting uncomfortably in his seat. i smiled and jokingly said “you can pee down my throat” he laughed and there was a small silence.. ——
it was soon broken with a question from C, “can i tell you something that may potentially be weird?” i of course said that he could. “well…” he continued. “i got kinda hard when you just told me to pee down your throat.” i had not done too much pee play in the past, but the thought of it definitely turned me on. so you can imagine my excitement when i heard the words: “i kinda wanna pee on you.” my pussy got super creamy and wet in that moment.

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The other week, I fucked and dominated the adorably bratty 20-year old Scottish girl working at the b ‘n b I rented for my friend’s bachelor party trip. Within a few hours of meeting her, she’d let me taste her hairy ginger pussy, cum down her throat, and drink way too much whisky. [MF]

My hand found purchase around Maisie’s throat, my thumb sliding, slicked by shower water, along the pounding artery that attested to her excitement. As I tightened my grip, the smile on her freckled face faltered, her top lip curling in a way I was starting to recognize as the mid-point between pleasure and pain.

“Be careful,” she whispered. Her hands found my chest, nails scratching me. “Scotland’s a haunted land. Us Scottish girls turn into ghosts like that.” She found the wherewithal to snap her fingers, though the shower around us deadened the sound. “If you go too far, I will fucking haunt your arse.”

My grip must have slackened at that point because she grinned and added: “But that don’t mean you should go easy on me either.” That earned her a kiss.

Let’s back up, shall we? How was it that I, a relatively unassuming college professor, rapidly and unapologetically approaching middle age, the kind of woke feminist SJW white knight cultural Marxist CRT-pushing hack who haunts your cryptofascist aunt’s Facebook page, ended up in a shower, naked (needless to say), with a twenty-year old Scottish girl (equally naked), and my hand around her neck?

Bar encounter f36

I’m sitting at the bar legs crossed wearing a little black dress. You walk-in in confidently, see me eyeing you, and you discreetly palm your cock. I uncross my legs. You walk up next to me and kiss my neck then sit. I look up at you and smile while the bartender grabs your order,then you take my hand and place it on your lap on top of your erection.

We make small talk as I start to stroke the outside of your cock with my nails. I feel it bounce against my hand Right as the Bartender walks up with your drink.We continue our conversation as I stroke you under the bar. I can feel you getting harder.

You asked me if I’d like to take this to the booth, I agree and we grab our drinks and walk over. You sit me on the innermost side of the booth as you grab the outside and press your thigh against mine.

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