When I was out with Lydia and some other girl friends, I let slip that I liked having my hair pulled. I think, and I’m embarrassed to say this, that what I said exactly was, “If you pull my hair my panties get wet immediately and you can have your way with me.” Of course, I meant “If a man pulls my hair,” cause I was straight and I’d never been with a woman.
But Lydia took my literally. And when I excused myself to pee, Lydia came along. She slipped into the unisex toilet with me, and pushed me up against the wall and pulled my hair. And I moaned. She leaned in and started biting on my lip, my hair curled around her hand.
When she slipped her hand into the front of my jeans, my life changed.
Category: Erotica
KLIT 96.9 THE RAVE 091 World of Sin Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BONDAGE TOYS ROLE PLAYING)
“”Thrashing around under the covers, the sounds of breathing becuming heated. Finally blasting from my darkness into the light. There I lay panting like a woman who would just want to be molested by a thick juicy cock. Wiping the sweat from my brow as the temperature sunk into my skin. Unknowingly moaning as my nipples get hard from the exposure to the chill. Arms cuming together to boost my chest and cradle my soft tits in between. As the warmth caresses my body my mind once again goes to the naughty side while my hands return to the damp folds of my pleasure.”
“Prime Time Klit 96.9 The Rave with your favorite naughty DJ Maeve, Oh yes she is as naughty as they cum, Mmmm Mmm” Nova ReBoot whispered into the airwaves.
“I have been there wishing for more. My own hands sending chills up my body… Damn I need to get laid. This is Prime Time Klit 96.9 with me, DJ Maeve and The Rave cuming all over your speakers from Easygate. How many times has your hands touched your own body and dreamed about getting pumped by a cock? Or having a pussy slid down over your appendage be it inside or out? Don’t worry I’ll wait with more of this story cum up…”
A Morning with the Friend from Your Dreams [A4A]
A lazy Saturday morning after the last day of finals. Evaporated in the sweet, hazy warmth of dreams, birdsong gently pulls you into reality. You lay on half the queen-sized bed in a tiny ball, a curled and clinging to any heat you can find. Reminiscing on your dream, you slowly rock your hips, grinding into your thighs and sending lush waves of pulsing light through your body. Like the light of a star, these waves of pleasure paint streaks of muted bliss up your torso, down your thighs, some even stretching to your neck as you recall the ways you were kissed last night. In your sleepy reminiscing, you don’t even notice how these waves of pleasure are preparing you, planting the seeds of ecstasy in all of your most sensitive spots…priming you for your lover.
Your breath catches in your throat as a warm, gentle hand reaches from behind you, lightly caressing from your collar bone down the center of your chest, lazily massaging and teasing your nipples with their palm. A bright shot of pleasure swells between your thighs as you remember that dream was reality. Your lover pulls you in close to them, spooning you. Soft lips tease across your shoulders, planting loving kisses on a trail up your neck.
Clasp
It’s not rocket science
Until you’re fumbling with it
Her tender skin slowing your breaths
Fingers seek while tongues entwine
Index feels out the hook
But it doesn’t unhook as planned
She knows and giggles
You laugh but won’t accept defeat
Both your hands get to work
Your lips on hers while your mind pictures the contraption
“What am I doing wrong?” you think
Your patience dragging you to a cliff
She unkisses you and slips a hand behind her
The hindrance falls and you gasp
“It’s easy if you know what you’re doing,” she says
Her arousal visible, you don’t catch her jest
Devouring every inch within your reach
You mumble, “I’ll get better.”
My Lolita in a name of Claire. Pt. 1 [MF]
”Claire, this is not the first time you are late on n assignment.” I tried to sound assertive, but all I could think about was how good her legs look in that skirt. It was spring and more girls around the campus were wearing more revealing clothes. It didn’t have the same effect as it had with Claire. Petite blond, young, and I swear she has been flirting with me. But I have tried to remain professional all this time. But damn, her legs looked good.
”I know, but I swear, I have it, just come around my dorm tonight, I just need to print it out! I would be forever grateful!” She looked at me with puppy eyes. And if it was any other student asking me to go around theirs, I would have declined. But I have been trying to fight the flirting and the sexual tension between us for weeks! So I obliged.
Getting HOT in the Sauna (MF)
She has the body of a goddess!
I starting going to Esporta Gym a few months ago since I just moved to Jersey in the spring. Every time I would go, I would see her working out like CRAZY! She worked harder than anyone else and it shows. She is like sculpted marble – perfect B-sized cups with the hint of nipples poking through, and the Lulu’s never looked sweeter! They are perfect for her figure, skin tight and accentuated the most perfect ass. I couldn’t help but track her movements throughout the gym, she was such an incredible vision. I know she caught me watching as she would flash me a smile and look down, but she would then stop by the mirror and pull those leggings up tight and flex that killer ass, she was teasing me and loving it!
I finally got up the nerve to approach her and start a little conversation. I had a cardio day so I was pretty sweaty but she didn’t seem to mind. She was on the leg press and when she would bring her knees up to her chest, the most amazing camel toe and mound would be highlighted. She caught me looking again and said “So, you like what you see don’t you. I’m guessing by the lump in your shorts that you don’t have to answer that”.
Becoming the Boytoy of a MILF [mf]
I arrive home after a long day at work. I step out of my car, walk inside, and collapse onto my bed, exhausted. I start to scroll through Reddit, out of habit more than anything. I see some cute pictures of cats: a grey one, an orange tabby, and a little black kitten, all cuddled up together. After a while, I start to doze off, my eyelids slowly coming down over my field of view, then blinking open, only to start coming down again a moment later. Just as I start to let sleep take me, I’m brought back to lucidity by a sudden buzz from my phone.
Huh, that’s strange, Reddit shows a message notification. I quizzically tap on the little envelope icon in the bottom corner of the screen.
“Hey there, I saw your post last week. I’m just wondering if you would be interested in chatting.
My name is Maria, by the way. I recognized that beautiful sunset and skyline as the same ones I see from my own backyard”
My gf Amy, has me fuck her best friend while she is out of town (part 4) (FFFM)
We met up at Sarah and Mary’s place. Mary looked incredibly nervous. Mary was a little more petite than either Amy or Sarah. For anyone who has not read the prior stories, Amy had light brown hair, incredible blue grey eyes, perfect medium sized tits, thin body and great ass. Amy and I were about the same height, kind of average height for a guy and she was a slightly tall for a girl. Sarah was very tall for a girl (almost 6ft). She had dirty blonde hair, she was thin, with fantastic long legs, thin body and small tits.
Mary was a bit shorter than Amy and me, probably 5’5”. She was a serious athlete with an athletic scholarship, playing field hockey. She had nice, athletic legs, great ass, small tits. She had light blonde hair, perpetually in a pony tail due to her athletics. She walked around campus with an intense look on her face because all she did was exercise, study and work. But, under that intense look, was a pretty face.
Mary was, no surprise, wearing baggy athletic shorts and a tshirt when we arrived. Sarah said, “please tell me you showered after practice, Mary.”
Waiting tables and Missing Breakfast
After my husband lost his job, I sent back to working as a cocktail waitress to pick up needed cash. I promised myself it wouldn’t be like it was before, but these guys would buy me drinks and tell me how much the liked my tits and ass and how much I had lips that looked made for pleasure. Pretty soon, I was calling home at the end of my shift and telling my husband with a giggle I had to work late closing up or some such bullshit. At first lot of the time, I never went further than the parking lot, but while an in car blowjob is ok, for anal, and they all wanted anal, I wanted some privacy, and a big tip if you see what I mean. I didn’t tell my husband about that extra cash, even when I started not gettin home until after breakfast. Turns out that guy’s girlfriend was a great cook, very open minded and said my pussy eating made her hungry.
Taking advantage of the new girl next-door [Consensual Non-Consent] [Home Invasion]
**TRIGGER WARNING: Home invasion and consensual non-consent content.**
*This fictional story is loosely based on my first experience with consensual non-consent play. I’ve never really written before, hope you enjoy!*
He had been paying close attention to her schedule over the last few weeks since she moved in across the street. He was always already home from work, his first beer cracked, and mindlessly watching TV when she got home. He would casually make note of the time every day when she pulled into her driveway. Always after 6 PM, usually no later than 6:30. That would be important if he was going to be able to pull this off.
He got home from work earlier than usual today. His mind was swimming with possibilities. His stomach was in knots as he stared at the dark windows of her empty house. Was today the day he’d act? He looked up and down the street. It was a cold, rainy, gloomy day. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Finally, his feet started to carry him, almost involuntarily. Every inch of his skin seemed to tingle; the knots in his gut tied themselves a little tighter when he became consciously aware of what his body had already put in motion. His feet first took him to his bedroom, to his nightstand where he kept his under-bed hand and ankle restraints. He removed them from the nightstand drawer and tossed them onto the bed. He took a pillow from his bed and removed the pillowcase. He roughly stuffed the pillowcase into a backpack along with the restraints. He zipped it shut and slung it over his shoulder as he headed out the door and towards the street.