My summer camp gf (MF 19)

I worked at a summer camp when I was in high school and college. The camp staff were mostly male, but every summer we had some girls on staff. Needless to say those girls were in high demand amongst the male staff. It was almost like a race because every single girl on staff would end up coupled up and if you did not get one right away, the summer was just too short.

I had a gf back home the first several summers I worked there, so I never entered the race. But, the summer after my gf and I broke up, I was presented with an opportunity I could not pass up.

Before the campers arrived, the staff would set up the camp and do some training. One day, the camp director asked me to drive one of the camp vans to pick up some foreign staff from a bus depot and show them around camp. I picked up two girls and a guy from Europe (not saying what country). The girls were both very attractive. Honestly,
I ignored the guy, I really don’t remember much about him.

Super Bowl Sunday Sex Party: Free-Use!

A few weeks before the Super Bowl, my husband invited four of his friends over for a football/sex party. I was a complete freeuse slut for all of them. All of them being my husband, three of his guy friends, and one of their girlfriends. It was the most taboo thing I have ever done; and I fucking loved it.

Most of you know that already. So, moving on, we decided to do it again for the Super Bowl, but this time, have more girls that wanted to be used. It was tricky finding such sexually adventurous girls that all the guys were attracted to, but we did it. The result was a Super Bowl Sex Party consisting of 6 guys and 4 girls. I promised to all my Twitter and Reddit followers that I would write, but this would be entirely too long to include every act of sexual debauchery. So, you’ll have to start by reading what turned me on the most about the whole thing. Grab your toy, or lube, or whatever, just get ready to touch yourself until you cum multiple times, just like I did on that perfect Sunday! I’ll jump right in.

A Sense of Community – Parts 1 and 2 [cuckold] [threesomes] [mf][mff]

*First two parts of a story I am writing with a strong cuckolding theme. It is slightly longer than what I usually write, so bear with me. I will update as and when I have time. It’s a slow build-up, some action starts from part 2. Part 1 is more of a prologue. Cross posted on my profile too as backup.*

*If you enjoy, please upvote and leave comments. All feedback welcome.*

Part 1 – Apple

London 2016

Laurence Claremont had never found the time to marry. At least that’s what Laurence told everyone who ventured to ask. And most believed him, because he was and always had been a busy man. After whizzing through the best private schools and universities that his father’s money could buy, he was now an up-and-coming financier in the City. In his early thirties, he had made partner at an austere merchant bank that could trace its roots back to pre-Napoleon Europe. And then, not even thirty-five, he had set up his own private equity firm and built it into a force to be reckoned with over these past five years.

Dearest Sir [MF]

Dearest Sir,

I’m writing to keep you company on your trip because I know you’ll miss me. I know that, cooped up in your hotel all alone, you won’t be able to help thinking about me. Thinking about how nicely that gown you bought me hugs the curves of my hips as I walk. And then, you being you, the seam of your pants will tighten, and then you really won’t be able to help yourself. That’s why I’m writing, to… give you a hand- or, well, more than a hand, but you get the idea.

I know you miss me; you miss the taste of my lips and the flirtatious look in my eye. You miss pushing me against the wall of our bedroom, your hands around my waist, your eyes devouring my supple flesh as I look expectantly.

I miss it too, you know, you really know how to get a girl hot and heavy down there. I’ll admit it, just recalling our passionate nights to write this letter has got a wet spot growing on my panties… they might have to come off soon.

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The Experiment, Part 1

Hello everyone! This is an erotic story I’ve been working on about an 18+ young man who is abducted by aliens in order to test out some of their theories of sexual attraction with him and a stray Rottweiler. To me, it’s a mix of hot, surreal, and a little silly. It’s a work in progress, so please forgive any errors throughout, and please me know what you think!

Topics in the story include: Bestiality, male/male sex acts, oral play, musk, dubcon, sub male, domination by feral. Let me know if you enjoy it!

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I awoke in a warm, dimly lit room. I was laying on my back in my worn jeans and t-shirt, not daring to move yet in this strange environment. The ceiling was about ten feet high, and both it and the walls were covered in shiny metal. I darted my eyes around the room, and saw a single metal bench jutting out of the walls with a small indent in the ground next to it, but otherwise the room was empty as far as I could tell. Just a 30×30 foot metal cube with little of note, save for an especially dark corner that I couldn’t see.

Fantasy

Fantasy

I have a wax appointment soon. I always have this fantasy of the aesthetician, who is an attractive 30-something blonde, using the wax to clean up my bikini area (I get a Brazilian every 3-4 weeks) – but as she leans over to pay particular attention to an area, she can’t help herself and leans over and kisses the top of my clit. She gets flustered that she’s let herself do this but then I don’t object – instead a soft moan escapes my lips. That is the only encouragement needed and she bends back down to my naked mound and slips my clit into her mouth and starts sucking. She opens my lips …. well she’s done it before … but this time her finger traces down from my clit to my wet opening and goes right in. She watches me as she slowly stimulates me before zeroing in on my gspot, where she moves more vigorously leading me to arch my back. She hands me the towel that had been on me to provide some privacy to cover my mouth and stifle my moans as she brings me to climax.

All Dolled Up [MF Dollification]

Tags: Dollification, Creampie, Anal, Watersports

Anne Marie’s heart was pounding as she flicked the lightswitch on to illuminate the unfamiliar flat. She almost expected him to be there lurking in the shadows, even though he had told her he would be arriving in an hour’s time. Resting upon the kitchen table was the note she was to look out for. She picked it up and analyzed the list of instructions she was to follow before his arrival. The sheer length of the instructions takes her aback, and she tells herself to not read them all at once- just to follow one step at a time. But the first one even, is so crude and vulgar-

*1. “Prepare your holes for me (bathroom).”*

She investigates the unfamiliar apartment, eventually discovering the bathroom. Upon the sink there is a pile of objects, some of which familiar, others not so much. She deals with the ones she recognizes first. She brushes her teeth with cotton candy flavoured toothpaste and then pick up the razor. Step 2 dictates:

*“Wash yourself squeaky clean.”*

Bad Girl Switch

It’s two fifteen in the morning. But I don’t know it. I’m fast asleep; even for ten, maybe fifteen minutes after his message comes through. Then something causes me to stir. Out of habit, I check my phone and there it is.

‘Where are you?’

What the…?

Whatever happened to ignoring me? Oh. That’s right. I’ve been goading him. I do that with dominant males. It’s a fun pastime. I must have pushed a button or two a little too hard. Does sending him my knickers covered in the cum of another man constitute as goading? I think it might. Does telling him of slightly inappropriate things that occurred between me and his cousin? Apparently so. But that was more of a subconscious one. I really didn’t think it would matter that much. Or prompt this. Because he’s the guy that keeps everyone at arm’s length – most especially me. Good job I didn’t tell him about the two guys I had a threesome with the other week.

Sure this is the guy who cares about nothing, so why is he texting at this hour?

‘I’m at home, in bed,’ I reply.

His response is swift.

The Broćant.

I see you. we walked through the hall filled with broken furniture. Your dress was pretty, black, puffed up around the shoulders, showing off more than just your blond hair. Your maskera was thick. Your legs were long. When you said bonjour I felt the heat run all the way up. I liked how you bent over pretending to look at that useless trinkit your dress parting around your ass. I wanted so bad to take your hand and tenderly lead you to the record aisle. Reveal the rest of your face, your lips under that matching black mask. You had such nice eyes. Your leg held up cradling the outside of my thigh the beating of your desire as I pull your under garment down.

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