A Tale of Two Tenants

Sarah was one tenant that I had living in my basement apartment. She was with us for three years. June was another, she lived with us after Sarah and is currently living below us. I have had tenants come and go and they always loved that they got to use our washing machine and dryer. The only restriction on their use was that it be on Mondays. Why Mondays? No particular reason, the day was simply picked so that there would be no conflicts.

Sarah worked part time at the town library and was going to school full time for a masters degree, but believe it or not she didn’t wear glasses, go figure! She told me a few times what she was studying but I couldn’t tell you. When we talked I was always distracted by her skin deep beauty, her youthful body and tight shorts that climbed up her crevasse’ on “Beach Days”.

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True Story: THIS is why I cheat

This is the story of 6 amazing hours with a man I am seeing outside my marriage and times like these are the reasons why I cheat on my husband. It started as NSA fuck buddy sex. I wanted it to just be sex. But something else developed instead and I’m so grateful. Passion, intimacy, vulnerability, closeness.

It’s all kind of a blur because I get so cum drunk with him.  He had an empty house for a few days so we got to see each other the evening of one night followed by the next morning. We got inside his house and stood in the living room kissing for a while, made it to the bedroom where he pulled me to him to kiss standing more, looking into each other’s eyes, feeling each other’s bodies.  The kissing got more and more intense and I felt the hard bulge in his pants.  We smiled at each other and got undressed and into bed.

More and more kissing, him holding me around my shoulders and our bodies grinding.  He tells me he loves me and that I’m so beautiful like a goddess.  He makes me feel like the most beautiful person in the world inside and out.  And I want to actually be that beautiful person for him.

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Daddy’s Little Girl (Series. Pt. 3)

Emma had told Daddy she hadn’t wet herself. Her sweet Daddy thought she was too embarrassed to tell him, so he decided to check.

Emma was embarrassed, although not because she’d wet herself. Her panties were moist from Daddy touching her thighs.

She was unsure what it meant, or why it had been happening lately. Her “special little girl spot” as Daddy called it, would begin throbbing whenever she was near her adoptive father, John.

Daddy had slid down in between her legs to check her panties. The feel of his breath was making her pulse.

Emma felt him place his face closely up to her mound to smell it. Daddy repeated this several times. ” It doesn’t seem like you had an accident, but let me check a little more”.

Emma suddenly felt as if a bolt of electricity had shot through her. Daddy’s tounge grazed over her swollen clit. He repeated this over and over again, while gently pressing his finger up and down her tight slit.

Daddy slid the thin cotton material over to the side. She stifled the urge to moan as she felt his tongue lapping her up.

We’re lying in bed naked and this is how I imagine things [MF][Oral]

I’m thinking you are sleeping so I lay there not knowing what to do cause I want you to reach over and put your fingers up my pussy. I’m getting wet just laying there thinking about how badly I want you. I’m imagining me licking your dick sliding my mouth up and down it. Spitting on it, wanking you until you cum, you pushing me over roughly, and eating me out viciously. But I’m struggling bringing myself to do anything about these images in my brain. I’m getting hornier though. Should I just touch myself? Yeah touching myself seems nice. So while you lay there I just reach my hand shyly down towards my clit under the covers. I start rubbing and it feels good So I keep rubbing and then I start craving something inside so I put my hand inside. My pussy is soaking wet. It feels good to feel my nimble fingers deep within me so I fap harder. You look at me and say “Are you masturbating?” I look at you sheepishly and say “yes”. You laugh and I say “mmmmmmm” and like a crazy person I leap onto you. I take out your dick. You say “oh my god what are you doing”. I say “I want it in my mouth. I want to feel it with my tongue throbbing on my taste buds, cum running down my throat, and your shaft squished between my lips” You get the idea and you say well have at it and you pull your pants down. Completely and utterly possessed by horny-ness I start running my tongue like you’re some fleshy lollipop. You’re hard. I put the tip in my mouth and lick around it. Then I slide you deep into the back of my throat while moaning. It’s making me so horny. I can feel my vagina tingling. I reach my hand down. You slap it away. You say come closer and with your dick in my mouth I shimmy towards you. You quench what my pussy yearns for which is now dripping with juice by sliding your two fingers up it. It slides in so easily. I keep working your dick going faster and faster. I can feel you throbbing. You start rubbing my g spot. I take you out of my mouth and say “mmmmm” even louder this time with a big smile on my face. You can feel the juice oozing all over your hand. You’re getting closer and closer. I’m wanking you at the perfect speed and my arms getting tired. I want to make you cum though so I keep going. The horny-ness is giving me energy. I put you in my mouth again and rub my tongue while sucking moving up and down on your shaft. You throb once. My pussy contracts. You move your hand to my clit and rub like hell. I brace myself with my hand on your chest. I look at you like a hungry monster. As I taste your precum the eyes nearly roll back in my head with intense pleasure as you are rubbing my clit so good I’m about to have an orgasm. You throb again and again. The tip dilates and more precum comes out. You go back into my pussy and rub my g spot. I want you to cum in my mouth. So I keep trying harder and harder. It’s getting hard to focus as you are about to make me orgasm. I’m starting to hold it in so you cum first .

[nsfw]The Firmament [FF][inc]

(Just a warning that this story builds up to an erotic scene and is a bit lengthier than other stories on here)

Erika leapt from the low reaching branch of the tree and landed softly on the ground. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a cloth and sighed. The mid-day sun shone down on the trees in the jungle, and even with the protection of their leaves Erika could feel the heat. She tied her shoulder-length, jet black hair back into a strict ponytail. It was time to head home, to the shelter of the enormous temple that she and her mother lived in. Erika walked down the path she had made, cutting away a few branches that were already starting to grow over it again. She had been sitting in the branches of the tree, surveying her week’s progress. Over the past few days, she had been slowly carving a path to the edge of the glass bubble that housed the jungle and her home. She had grown up in the bubble, never knowing what it was like outside. On her twenty-first birthday she started to make a path through the dense jungle. She wanted to see what lay on the other side of the glass.

Daddy’s Little Girl (Series. Pt. 2)

John heard a knock on his door as he laid in bed, listening to the thunder from the raging storm outside.

“Come in”.

Emma entered the room. Her voice was shaking.”Daddy, I’m really scared. I can’t sleep. May I please sleep with you tonight?”

Emma was standing at his bedside. Her little girl cotton panties were in his direct line of sight.

John often jerked off into Emma’s dirty panties while doing laundry. Today was no exception. His mind briefly wandered as he recalled secretly descerating a pair, just hours earlier.

John loved wrapping the crotch of her panties around his wide tip. Imagining Emma sliding them in between her legs, unaware the thin cotton barrier had been defiled and drenched in his cum, got him off every time. John knew it was wrong, but loved it, nonetheless. He justified it as a harmless way to release his growing desire for Emma.

Emma’s mother only cared about sex. She couldn’t be bothered with purchasing clothes for Emma. As always, John picked up the slack. He’d agreed to purchase everything Emma needed, with the exception of her intimate wear.

Daddy’s Little Girl (Series. Pt.1)

It was Friday evening. John had just gotten in bed. He was looking forward to a long weekend with his adoptive daughter, Emma.

John married Emma’s mother when Emma was just a toddler. Her biological father had never been in her life. Being a faithful family man, John adopted Emma.

In retrospect, John realized he’d naively rushed into marriage with a woman he didn’t know. His happy life was destroyed a few years later. Upon coming home early from work, he found his wife in bed with their neighbor.

John was devastated. He immediately filed for divorce, yet fought for his rights to see Emma. He had committed to adopting her. She needed a father figure in her life. Emma didn’t deserve to suffer due the actions of her slut mother.
It was an uphill legal battle, but he’d ultimately won visitation rights.

The pain of viewing his wife’s infidelity had turned him off to ever risking himself again. Knowing Emma would continue to be in his life initially provided all the contentment he needed.

[NSFW] The policeman and his thief

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She squirmed uncomfortably. 

The metal cuffs dug into her wrists, forcing her arms to contort unnaturally. The gag in her mouth was damp with spit. In the mad scramble earlier, she has gotten sweaty and bruised.

She could now feel her new lacy lingerie (stolen from a high-end shop only a day ago) itching and irritating against her damp skin. In her haste, she had stolen a pair that is just a little too tight. The lace ended a bit lower than it should. With every breath and tremble, it scratched against her sensitive and perky nipples.

She swore under her breath. How did she get here? Sweaty, in her new school uniform and tied to a chair on a Monday night? No one was supposed to be here! He’s supposed to be on duty during weeknights!

Fuck!

“Well it’s your lucky day, no one’s at their desks right now.” The policeman was back! She glared at him as he strolled back into the room. 

He’s walking closer… just a little bit closer…