The Pleasure Cavern. [MF] [Hotel Room] [Masturbation] [Shower] [Dildo] [Stranger] [Oral] [Squirting] [Cheating]

A little getaway was needed, stress from work and life left me feeling I needed an escape. Just a day to be alone to enjoy myself without obligations nagging at me. I didn’t really have a solid plan as I was craving some spontaneity in my life. I checked into a hotel, my only requirement being a nice deep tub for a relaxing soak.

I handled some final emails after checking in before I disconnected from my life for the next 24 hours. Unpacked a little to get settled into my room and drew myself a scorching bath. Soft music, bubbles. It was exactly where I needed to be. The noise of life had grown so loud, people constantly needing shit from me. I was exhausted from it all, so this was heaven.

As I soaked surrounded by a sea of bubbles, I caressed myself washing with Lavender and Vanilla scents. My long legs, breasts, neck, shoulders. I eventually glide my hand over my smooth mound submerged underwater gently massaging my clit. Over my lips, then inside them. Petting my kitty with sensual strokes, lifting my legs out of the tub resting my heels at the edges so my legs were wide open. Dipping my fingers inside, fingertips gently penetrating my pussy in the hot water. I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed as I closed my eyes resting my head against the towel cushioning my neck at the tub’s edge.

Fireside (FF)

You show up at my door looking windswept. A snow storm is brewing so I light the fire and we curl up in a pile of blankets, basking in it’s warm glow. A bottle of wine in an ice bucket and a pair of glasses rest on the mantle as condensation drips down the forgotten beverages.

As the storm builds, my mouth finds yours and our tongues dance together. Your lips are soft against mine. By the time the kiss breaks we’re both gasping and moaning. Our foreheads rest against each other as we struggle to catch our breath. Your eyes gaze into mine, your pupils dark and dilated with arousal, I know mine likely look the same.

Without breaking eye contact, you slip your hands under my sweater, slipping up my stomach to cup my naked breasts. My nipples; already taut from the stimulation of the knit; reach new levels of tension as you bring your thumbs against them. I moan deep in my throat as you circle the tips, your lips meet mine, capturing my pleasure. You continue to play with my nipples are you kiss me, making me arch against you, begging wordlessly for more of your touch.

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The Necklace [MF] [Age Difference]

“No, leave it on,” I insisted.

Shelly gave me a questioning look.

“A promise is a promise, Shelly,” I responded, sternly.

Shelly’s hands moved away from the heart necklace she said she had gotten from her college boyfriend — the one she’d promised she wouldn’t take off. It fell back to her chest, twinkling in the daylight, just above her pair of young, firm breasts. That necklace was all she had on.

“On the bed,” I continued. Obediently, if a little nervously, she moved to the white comforter and sat down. “No, turn around.” She flipped over and got on all fours, pointing her young, firm ass in my direction. Her pussy was glistening with slippery arousal.

“That’s better,” I encouraged, still not approaching her.

I admired the view for a moment before continuing. “Shelly, are you sure you want me to take you? If we do this, there’s no going back.”

She twisted her neck to face me. She was biting her lip, and it was all she could do not to touch herself. She nodded her head.

I still didn’t move.

Looking at me expectantly, impatiently, she finally let out a whimper. “Sam. Please.”

A vampiric encounter M/F

I see her chatting in the lounge. Her body silhouetted against the wall. I slip unnoticed into the back rooms without anyone greeting me. No one knows me here. To some I am a rogue, to others I am the ultimate sinner, but to all I am the hunter. I feel her follow me, into the empty room. She runs quickly after me, her petite figure trying to catch my long strides. Her hair wisps around her as she enters the room, her chest heaving and her heart racing from the chase. I can feel her blood pumping through her veins and the subtle scent of her womanly excitement. Normally a man would not notice, but my senses are heightening. I want her. My body is responding first to my primal need to feed and second to the urges of passion.

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The taking part 8

Corinna tossed and turned, trying to get to sleep. It was the first night after the rapes, and her mind wouldn’t shut down. Neither, for that matter, would her sex. Her pussy was slicked up, refusing to be shamed into submission. Her sexual drive had burst forth, and would no longer be denied. She realized she could not fight it, and she gave in.

She started to stroke her body, her fingertips grazed over her belly in a sensuous caress. She could feel her nipples standing out hard and erect, the areolae reddened and needing her touch. Corinna reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts, fingers stroking and tweaking the hard, aching nipples, sending pulses of pleasure to her heated vagina. She imagined what she looked like, her nude body, hands stroking and fondling her tits, her body and mind responding fully, set her on fire with lust. One hand caressed her breasts, stroking and tweaking her throbbing tits, while the other ran over her thighs, hips, and belly. She spread her legs and ran her palms along the quivering inside of her thighs, caressing her belly, her navel, back up her chest to my breasts.

My neighbors uncovered something I didn’t know. I’m bi. part 3

We spend the day getting some sun and hitting the pool. Her husband is setting on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water and resting on his elbows. I think it is time to jump in the pool so I get up and jump in and swim a couple of laps. I’m at the far end and I stop and look back and he is now laying on his back with his legs in the water and She is standing over him.

I go under the water and swim back. When I pop back up, they are in a 69. She is feeding him her pussy and she is looking right in my eyes as she licks him up and down his cock. Her tongue ir running all around the head. She then pulls the head from her tongue and she asked me to kiss her. I slide between his legs one of her hands goes around my head and pulls me to her. As her other hand holds his cock. Our tongue find each other and we start to kiss.

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Tentacled Mirror Chapter 7: Antumbra [F][Tentacles][Monster][Masturbation]

**Jessica**

My alarm’s piercing mechanical ring pulled me from my sleep with a startle. I sat up in bed, hitting the alarm clock to silence the intruder into my dreams and sleep. I could feel my husband, Thomas, roll slightly muttering ‘Jessica’ before likely falling right back asleep. I never understood how he could just sleep through my alarms, but he always seemed to manage.

I sat for a moment on the edge of the bed looking at the body of my husband framed by the low morning light coming in through the bedroom windows. His chest rhythmically rose and fell in soft and shallow breaths of sleep. Looking at him lying there I once again felt the ache in my chest and stomach. That sad and sick feeling, but I pushed it aside as I have done so many times before and pushed myself out of bed.

I closed the door separating our bedroom from the bathroom, I closed my eyes before flicking the light switch turning the lights on. The bright lights still stung but quickly faded. Wrapping my blonde hair in a tight bun, I looked at myself in the mirror. Sluggishly making my way to the shower opening the glass door and twisting the knob starting the shower and warming it.

A wolf’s tale. M/F

The first I knew that I was being hunted was the arrow that sliced my shoulder. Its silver tip burning the skin as it grazed the flesh near my neck. Another couple of inches and it would have been my throat.

I spun round and scanned the tree line, the nails of my hands extending into claws. A slight tingle in my eyes and I was sure they had taken on their sky blue colouration. They always did when I released the wolf within. I controlled the power and urge to let my lupine side free. Many of my kin had met their end because they weren’t able to keep their beast under control.

I watched the tree line for signs of the next attack which I was sure would come. Ethereal fingers of fog glided through the tree as the waning moons light shattered and broke on the outstretched limbs of oak and pine, falling to earth in silver shards.

I allowed my lungs to fill with the night bourn smells of the forest. Two scents caught my attention, another wolf. A bitch if my nose didn’t deceive me and the fragrance of roses.

My one time as a fluffer

This story is about my childhood friend Johnny. We’re the same age, and grew up knowing each other, although we were never class mates or close friends. He’s now a beautiful man, tall and blond, and thanks to football, basketball and gymnastics, he grew up with a great looking body. For a while, he made good money modelling.

He didn’t do high fashion, but he was in demand to do catalog work, and did a lot of brand underwear. He filled out those boxers very, very well, I can tell you that. He got offered posing for gay magazines and could make a lot more money that way. Most of the time, it would be teasing only, but for some shoots, he was naked, and some even showing of his hard cock.

I was known as a sex friendly and an open minded person in our circles, and Johnny got really close at this time. I’m pretty sure he was insecure about the gay work, but he also needed the money. I saw all his work, and tried to keep his spirit up when he doubted himself. Photoshoots in Denmark lead to shoots abroad, and things got a little naugthy. Trips to Prague or to Budapest. These were nude shoots, there would be hard cocks and they occassionally asked him to pose for softcore with another guy.

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Hookup with Tori

I frantically scan through her profile trying to memorize her interests. Hopefully they would be good conversation topics. The first thing I saw was “420 friendly ?” That was the first sign that I made the right choice to swipe right. She liked Led Zeppelin, going to the beach and tailgating at football games.

Finally I heard a knock at my door. Before I opened it took a deep breath to relax. Tori was an 18 year old freshman at my university. I matched with her on Tinder just yesterday. The bikini pictures she had posted really persuaded me to swipe on her. The first thing I noticed were her pretty green eyes. They looked so sexy behind her big framed glasses. Her wavy brown hair contrasted with her pale white skin. Her beautiful hair was so long that it nearly reached her waist. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. Cute and comfortable, just my style. I immediately complimented everything about the way she looked. Girls love being hyped up. Her laugh was cute and she tried to hide the fact that her face was blushing.