Hot Tub Neighbors Part 2

As Told by Melissa:

The first thing I remembered from day two of our trip to the beautiful (not so secluded) house on the mountain top was waking up with my head cloudy. I rolled over and ask my husband Jason, “How much did I drink last night?” Jason laughed and said, “plenty”. He then went on to ask me if I remembered last night. Now I know Jason shared the story with you guys in part one, (go back and read before continuing with me, it was very hot). I began to think back and I could remember…

I remembered a woman in the tub next door getting pleasured, I began remembering sucking Jason’s throbbing rod as he sat on the side of the tub. I remembered a man’s cock in my hand. I remembered his moustache tickling my clit. Oh my God, I remember mounting him. I looked at Jason as he explained and remembered seeing Jason behind the woman.

Cuckquean/cheating husband

This is less of a one story thing and more of a list of ideas/short stories based on one subject.

I see a lot of porn about cheating humiliation where the woman is cheating on the guy or making him a cuck. However, I don’t see nearly as much about women being cheated on/being cuckqueans or humiliated in that way. I have this RAGING fantasy about my husband cheating on me. Like I still want him to love me and for us have our healthy marriage but with him comparing me and unable to control his lustful urges. Here are a few of my fantasy’s that I have running through my head:

1. I love the idea of the Snapchat accounts. We sit in the couch to watch movies and eat dinner and he gets snaps throughout of hot women he’s either talking to or subscribed to. He doesn’t make an effort to hide it or go out of his way to make sure I see it. He just opens it and responds while we are watching the movie and if I’m in his lap at the time, well then I would see it all. I would obviously also make the dinner and clean up while he is scrolling Snapchat stories, getting hard. Then I would suck his dick or let him use whatever hole he wants to use while he gets off to someone else. When he is done, he would say how hard she made him cum and tell me all about how I wouldn’t believe how hot the final picture was.

(QUESTION) Does adding illustrations to erotic literature take away from the story?

Hello all, I was wondering about something.

I am primarily an artist, though I do enjoying writing. I want to spice up an erotic story with some illustrations (which would include the characters appearance) though I have read a lot about illustrations taking away from the reading. In your opinion, would/do drawings take away from your experience in reading erotic stories, or would/do you enjoy them?

Thanks!

Used as a toy [MA] [Oral] [penetrative] [fiction]

A gentle hand grasps your chin and slowly raises your head until you are looking into his piercing eyes. The look in them fills you with excitement and a hint of fear. Pure lust is all you can see staring back at you. he pulls you close, your body touching his. you feel something awakening within his trousers, the thin fabric barely containing the prize within.

 
With a deep, gentle but firm voice still maintaining eye contact he gives you a simple command “get on your knees”. you follow the command with little thought, now at eye level with the monster straining for release you know what you must do, as you reach for his zipper a hand clasps around your wrist ” not yet my little toy, you have to earn that privilege, kiss the outline, show me how desperate you are”

 
Your lips come into contact with the firm bulge, the thin fabric allowing the heat from his member to radiate out, that alone is enough to awaken the desire within you even more. kiss after kiss, lick after lick you desperately want to try and tackle this beast. his hand rests on your head, one word escapes his mouth “now”. With no hesitation you undo the zipper, unclasp the button and drop his trousers for him. He isn’t wearing underwear, of course he isn’t what could contain this beautiful, gigantic rod of flesh.

[OC] (M/F24) A taste of heaven

The natural scent of your flawless skin fills my world as I carry you to bed. Every breath I take fills my lungs, my essence, my heart with you. Soaking my soul in your love, I lay you down upon the bed.

Starting at your perfect toes, I start kissing. Each toe gets a kiss, each toe gets a lick, each toe gets a sweet sweet suckle.

Kissing my way up along your long luscious legs, I gently part them to kiss the inside of your soft silky thighs.

I’m close now.

So very close to your sweetness. I can never get enough. Never get tired of the sweet taste. Never get used to the warm silky flesh of your womanhood.

I need to be inside. Need to be pushing. Need to be burried in your love, but I wait.

I have to taste again.

Just one more time…

First post MF

Every town has that one food that all the locals swear they do the best. Where I grew up it was doughnuts at the local convenience store. I haven’t been home in years and I still crave their maple bars. No, I didn’t write this to inform you of my pastry desires. I am retelling this to share with you an experience I hope to never forget. So, this is mainly for me actually.

I moved away from home for college three years ago and the holiday season was coming quick. I was ready for a break of dull classes and dorm rooms. To help fill the void I was scrolling through Instagram and saw a post with the aforementioned maple bar in the hands of an old friend Jennifer. Both looked super tantalizing. I hit like and DMed her.

“Hey! You made it back home. Now tell me the truth. Was getting doughnuts your first stop?”

That was the fifth draft of an opening message. I was in the same circle as Jennifer in high school but honestly, she kind of intimidated me with her confidence in a place where it seemed like every teen was scared shitless of themselves.

My room mate Jade Part 5: Spank Me {light BDSM} {lesbian}

Hi everyone, sorry that it’s been so long. I’ve explained my absence and what will be happening with my stories going forward in a post on my profile, so have a look!! There’s also a survey about what you want to read about, so don’t forget to submit your answer! As always, skip to the asterisks for the sex part, and although this story is BDSM it’s very light and super sexy!! Have fun ;)

Jade had been away on an exchange in France for months. There was nudes, online sex, videos…. but I missed her body, her touch, her wetness, the way she made me orgasm uncontrollably until I was shaking and almost screaming. With the help of her dildos and vibrators, and a few hookups, I’d got through it, but I couldn’t wait to get back in her bed- and she was finally coming home.

Behind Every Successful Man (Part 1)

INTRO: ALICE

I met Oliver when I was 18 and he was 21 and I immediately knew he would change my life. He could do more than that. He could change the world if he put his mind to it. He just didn’t know it. After we’d been together for a couple years it became abundantly clear that Oliver was the type of guy who needed a little help to realize his full potential. We married when I was 21 and in addition to the vows I spoke aloud, I made a vow to myself that I would do whatever was necessary to help him along.

1. OLIVER

After work I called Alice to let her know I was going to be home late. I had to grab a drink with some guys from work. I was angling for the promotion to Head of Special Projects at Johnson, Schafter, & Kant and was quietly questioning my coworkers to see who else had the same goal. Being a lawyer was frequently miserable but I had gone through all of it to try to help people and the Special Projects division is where I can help people in need instead of helping some millionaires merge their dumb fucking companies to minimize tax burdens. I worked my ass off and now, at 27, I would be the youngest department head at the firm. I had a real shot at it too, but Blake Long was going for it too and he was going to be a real competitor. He had gone to Mr. Johnson’s alma mater and Johnson definitely liked him better. The job was just status to him. I doubt if he cared about helping anyone.

Me (m21) and my religious hijabi gf (20f) finally get a hotel and I fuck her brains out. (LONG, BUT VERY WORTH IT)

So if you’ve read some of my previous posts you know me and my girlfriend come from religious backgrounds. We knew each other in high school and she was always known as the most innocent girl. Never to do anything with any guy ever. Well we had strict parents .So strict our parents wouldn’t even let us date. So we had to completely sneak around. We always talked about getting a hotel, we dreamed about it. Being able to fuck hours on end uninterrupted in a secluded area was a fantasy to us. The closest we ever got up to that point was regularly sneaking out late and fucking in the car up the street. But even that had its limitations such as space and time. We wanted to dress up nicely, have her take her hijab off in a secluded space (she would at night but not usually at day time) We had lots of car sex, theater sex and park sex. But we never had a fully closed, and confined space. We wanted that. And for 3 years we could never find the opportunity. Until now. We got lucky and the opportunity aligned. Her parents were going out of town for a couple of days and mine we super busy till night. Her partners tried to force her to go but she begged them to stay for “school” , and they agreed because they trusted her. Again she was the most innocent girl anyone had ever met. People didn’t think she would ever do such a thing. Even the non Muslim kids at our school. We built up a lot of hype for it. She was so excited the night before she sent me nudes to get me excited, which was a big deal because she hardly sent nudes. So there we were. 10:30 am checking into a nice hotel (I wanted to make it special. She’s a great girl so I didn’t wanna go cheap on the hotel) and on the elevator up it hit me. This is happening. I’m gonna be able to fuck her all day long with no worries of anyone watching or having to keep an eye out. My girlfriend was about 5’4 slim waist. D sized tits and a huge ass, and curly hair. Me. I was 5’10, average body type and a 7 inch dick. Just me . My dick and her pussy for a good 11-12 hours. We got to the room and she goes. “I need to get ready” I didn’t mind. We had plenty of time to kill. After a few minutes I took a peek at her in the bathroom. She’s doing her makeup and curling her hair in jeans that made her ass look huge and a tank top. I hardly got to see her with her hijab off so my dick was rock hard already. She tells me to get out to not spoil the surprise. I can’t wait. I go back to the bed and soak it all in. This girl that people thought was so innocent for YEARS was dolling herself up for me. For the pure reason of getting pounded by my cock. We had sex before but it was always so fast. This I soaked in. After about a half hour she was ready…

You find someone’s anal diary in a room in your home that hasn’t been used in ages. [MF]

*I tried to write this from a neutral perspective so everyone can enjoy it*

You walk upto the dressing table, it was nothing unusual or something that you hadn’t seen before. Polished east asian rosewood with a centrally located mirror and intricate victorian era designs and a stool laced with white silk cloth. The table was decorated with a makeup mirror, a fountain pen, ink pot and some lovely flowers adding a splash of colour. There were two distinct drawers on either side with golden knobs. They were a bit dusty and smudged with use. You couldn’t handle the curiosity and pull out on drawer on the left hand side, and there were just some more makeup stuff and other essentials. A bit disappointed you move on over to the right drawer, it seemed jammed but with enough strength you pull it out, and it reveals a tanned leather cover notebook with some dust settling on the cover.