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My Lolita in a name of Clare. Pt.2 [MF]

She seemed prettier than before. Her blond locks are in bouncy curls. She just had that glow about her. And I was mesmerized. I wish I could bottle up her scent. She smelled of sunscreen and lazy days at the beach. And whenever we would catch glances I think she felt it too. Oh, what power she holds over me. And I just had to have her. Her pretty mouth.

We snuck into the boy’s bathroom and she was on her knees again, worshipping me. Ah, what a glorious feeling. ”Fuck, Claire, what do you do to me,” I exclaimed as her cherry-colored lips were wrapped around the tip of my penis and she took it deeper in her mouth. She was the sole reason I was in this mess and I was willing to risk it all for 5 minutes of pleasure. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but standing in this bathroom stall and hearing her generously covering my shaft with her spit, was everything to me. I wanted to cover her pretty little face in cum. So bad. But we can’t have her walking around looking like the cum slut she is. Shame. She suck on my dick harder and I had to balance myself against the stall’s walls. Jeez, she was not playing around! She didn’t look at me while blowing me, but the enthusiasm was there. She was going in deep, fast and hard. I pushed her head onto me. Oh. My. God. I was so close. Read more »

Seduced at a club while her husband watches [MF]

Mark came back from the bathroom and there he was, sitting next to Jenny at the bar. He couldn’t see her face from this angle, but the new guy seemed engaged, and Jenny had a new drink. Mark’s heart raced. This is why he didn’t like going out. Jenny had always been more social than him, more outgoing, and her chatting with a stranger meant nothing. Rationally, Mark knew that. But his jealousy caught in his throat. Of course he knew what to do. Just go sit on Jenny’s other side, introduce himself as her husband, be friendly, put his hand on her forearm, no big deal. She always made sure to give him most of her attention when this type of thing happened.

He walked toward her, swallowing his nerves, trying to make his face seem light and friendly. But he heard her giggling, her face still turned away from him, and saw her run her hand through her hair as she took another sip of whatever the new guy had bought her. His heart fluttered and he kept walking. At some point she would wonder where he was, but for now he just needed a second to regroup. Read more »

Camping Tail PART 1 [F][Voyeur][public]

“How’re you holding up?” asked Heather, sitting in the seat next to me. It was pitch black outside, nearly 4 a.m. as we barreled down the winding country lane.

“Yeah, I’m doing alright,” I said, “just trying to keep my eyes on the road.”

We had left town about an hour ago, in the middle of the night, shortly after I had closed down the bar and gotten home from work. The car had already been loaded and ready for departure. Seasoned festival veterans, we packed our tents, air mattresses, tarps, tapestries, and o our camping and cooking supplies days in advance. Over the years, we had amassed quite a collection of camp gear. Now that Hulaween had arrived, it was time to put it all to good use. A weekend full of music and dance awaited, nestled amongst the moss-covered live oaks of Suwanee Music Park.

The car was loaded to the brim, trunk stuffed, and back seat piled high with bags filled with cloths and costumes. You could hardly pick out Abby, tucked into the seat behind Heather, half-buried beneath a pile of pillows and thick, comfortable duvets. Abby was one of Heather’s best friends and was joining us for her very first Hulaween. She and Heather had loaded the car while I had been at work. The plan: I was going to drive us down; they were to sleep and rest so they could take charge in setting up camp. Read more »

the picnic

The Picnic

I am a history grad student doing research on lighthouses and the surrounding ports near Gloucester, Ma., I have to visit several in the area and it is going to take me a while to comb through the local archives so I have rented a house near Marblehead, Massachusetts to act as my HQ while in the field. We meet at a local coffee shop outside of Boston near the Deer Island Lighthouse as I stop to refuel on my way back from Cohasset and hit it off, over a couple of cups you find I am conducting research in the area and as a Mass. native agree to show me around on Saturday. The day has finally arrived and we meet at the same shop, you hop in my car, a 1965 ford mustang, and we head out for a day of research, sightseeing, and sex ;) Read more »

the record store

The Record Store

We met at a local record shop. I’m searching through the Choral Classical section looking for a copy of Hildegard Von Bingen: Ego Sum Homo recorded by the Tiburtina Ensemble for a project I am working on. We begin discussing some of our favorites, and as the nerd I am, I begin to get almost manic, bouncing from title to title, smiling and touching your arms and shoulders, visibly excited by this topic. I bore you to death over the nuances of Erik Satie’s 3 Gymnopedies: No. 1 its simplistic beauty of minimalist quarter notes that seem to answer each other like the ebb and flow of waves on the sea, and his 1893 Gnossienne composition of which the first is my favorite as well, Debussy’s Claire de Lune, Beethoven’s Sonata No. 14 the Moonlight Sonata, Chopin’s complete discography, the sheer emotion of Enrico Caruso’s Una Furtiva Lagrima from Donizetti’s L’elisir d’amore in its original recordings through Victor with the pops and scratches that seem to accentuate the gritty passion palpable in his voice, and of course Yo-Yo Ma’s rendition of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 in G Major as well as anything by Jacqueline du pre since the Cello is my absolute favorite instrument. At this point of our talk, I become visibly affected, you see waves of pink flush across my chest and neck and cheeks as my friendly grin morphs into a curious smile. Read more »

the ritual

The Ritual

I always begin by cleaning the space, and myself. I clean the room, the bathroom, and make my preparations and gather supplies. I fast for these, so no dinner but I did buy roses for my nest and some good quality virgin coconut oil extra candles, and made some spiced wine with cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, and cognac.

I set up my room with thick blankets of royal blue and gold from my bed and spare pillows and made a circle with votive and pillar candles placing a vanity mirror against two pillows at one end and spreading all but two roses around the blankets.

My house is small, built in the 1920s and the room I use for my bedroom is longer than it is wide with windows along the exterior wall. There is a fireplace at the end and wooden floors throughout. Beyond this it is sparsely furnished with bookshelves, a desk, and sleigh bed.

I light a fire, and turn off the heater, then I open all the windows in my room.

I set up my bath with candles, dried flowers and a mixture of powdered milk and raw honey and centered myself and set intentions, I then stepped into my bath and soak while I lather well. Read more »

Date with Anne

Jacob quietly and meekly looked around the restaurant. Not that he wanted to be meek or look meek but he was never very good at putting on a confident front. Ordinarily, he would be used to it but today was a very different day than most or perhaps any other day in his life. It was the day of his first date and he’s quite a bit more nervous than usual.

So far, it was a regular day for everyone else in the dining establishment by appearances. Some couples and some families having family dinners. No one really bothered to look at him but it didn’t help calm his nerves much. He tried taking deep breaths and looking out of the window at his side but none of it helped.

Part of him hoped she wouldn’t show up. Then he could just get a drink or perhaps nothing at all, apologize to the waiter who showed him to his booked table for the waste of time, and leave. Then he could be done with this and resume his normal, boring, non-romantic life. Not that he wouldn’t be humiliated if anyone noticed he was stood up but it’s not like he’d see any of these people again. He can just forget about this day and most definitely forget about any future attempts at having days like this. Read more »

My gf (Amy’s) friend, Mary, wakes me up with a blowjob and fucking with Amy’s permission. (Part 11) (FFFM 21)

I woke up to Mary saying, “Jack, Jack, are you awake?”

I said, “I am now. What the fuck time is it? It is dark out.”

Mary said, “It’s 6:30 in the morning. I usually get up at 5:30 for practice, but I sleep in on the weekend.”

I said, “Good for you. I think I’m just going to go back to sleep if that’s okay.”

Mary said, “Entertain me. I’m wide awake and bored.”

I said, “How do I entertain you?”

Mary and I were both naked still. I was on my back and she was laying next to me, with an arm and a leg across me.

“Tell me a dirty story,” Mary said

“A dirty story? I’m not feeling very inspired at this hour. What do you want to hear?” I said.

“Hmmm, what do I want to hear? I never hooked up or had a one night stand. Tell me about a time that you had completely unexpected sex. Like just hooking up with someone you didn’t know,” Mary said.

I said, “I don’t know, I’m barely awake. Can we do this in like an hour?” Read more »

KLIT 96.9 THE RAVE, EST 110 Burgundy Merlot Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BONDAGE TOYS ROLE PLAYING)

“”This is Prime Time Klit 96.9 The Rave with DJ Maeve. Yeah, I like the sound of that” Nova ReBoot said in a comfortable way.

“Mmm Mmmm, just from the start of this next story I would be thinking twice about giving her any wine. The is Klit 9.6.9 Prime Time with yours truly, DJ Maeve and The Rave. Our countdown continues and so do the naughty ways this party girl can get pounded on.” Read more »