True Story of a Lonely Dad and Soccer Mom Gone Wild – The First Perfect Day

I’ve been an active, hands on kind of dad since my kids were conceived. Two sets of twins, just over 1 year apart, tough pregnancies. Wife struggled before that but after the second birth, she changed. Asexual, depression, physical issues. That lead me to handling pretty much everything, which brought me in contact with a lot of the local moms. And this, dear friends, is the true story of an incredible day I spent with one of those moms, who I will call Kim.

Kim texted me at around 8 AM and asked if I wanted to meet around lunchtime at the park about midway between our houses (roughly 20 minutes away). Of course I agreed, showered up, got the kids ready, packed some snacks and lunches for my 4 and enough for her 2 (I included some fresh strawberries and Kiwi because I know Kim loves them).

[FFFFFMMMMMFF] Group Masturbation for World Peace

[Welcome to the Meditation Centers of Roscoe Forthright](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/copy-of-welcome)

**Roscoe agreed to give Oneness2 a three-month trial**, before making any final decisions, before making any further business agreements with Anon.donor. ~~ The results were joyful and truly beyond Roscoe’s expectations. Sitting in his living room, in Port Angeles, Washington, Roscoe may now *lecture to* and *hold conversation with* many devotees at the same time. In smaller groups, the devotees can see and talk with each other. **For one event in mid-July 2020, 1043 people signed-in to hear Roscoe recite the complete** ***Forest Songs***, and make commentary about those seminal sacred texts. 897 people listened to the entire two-hour lecture. 238 people asked if they could send donations. Roscoe replied to those requests with a short video, saying “I truly appreciate your generosity, but we are in need of no money. Spend your money making yourself and your loved ones safe and happy. I accept no donations from anyone accept our benefactor, Anon.donor~ who continues to make Oneness2 possible, and provides that service to all of you.”

Taboo Jerk-Off Revenge [Brother/Sister/Incest]

**Warning: This book is only appropriate for adults. It contains extreme language and subject material. All characters are above the age of 18, consensual and fictional. None of the following events actually took place.**

“Just pull out your cock and take a few pictures, Johnny. What’s the big deal?”

I was already taking off my underwear and pulling up my cheerleader skirt as I laid back on my bed.

“Because you’re my sister, Melissa!” He protested.

“Exactly. And you’re supposed to be my protective older brother. So, if you’re not planning on kicking Taylor’s ass because he cheated on me, the least you can do is help me make him sorry.”

“This is crazy. You know that.”

“Nobody is going to see your face. I just need your dick, which is bigger than Taylor’s. Plus, you owe me.” I reminded him of the several times I covered his ass when he snuck out. And before he went to college, he promised he’d make it up to me.

Happy Horny Day to all! (25F)

I know, I almost missed it too. Next year I’ll circle it on the calendar….

As is tradition, every Horny Day, I celebrate by getting down and dirty with all things erotica. Being a fan of the craft and the written word myself (thanks dusty old English degree) I love to flex my pen and also be wooed by equally talented wordsmiths.

This Horny Day, I’d love to have a brilliant erotica writer slide into my DM’s and pledge their services, give me something to keep me warm at night…. long after Horny Day has come and gone. If you’re a fan of the softcore genre, extra points.

So send me a message! Boast to me of your God-given gift to write, the longer and more eloquent the better and woo me on this oh so special holiday. AND tell me your own Horny Day traditions!

Toodles.

The disciplinary part 2. Bi mmf dom

I looked at Luke with a worried expression, his face equally unnerved. I’m bisexual, but I’d never been with a guy as of yet but always had been keen, always thinking of men sexually. I was concerned for Luke’s feelings in all of this but I’m sure he’d rather this than having to start a new job.

“I’m waiting” Beth said impatiently.

I began to shake I nodded my head in disobedience, as did Luke.

“Right then…. have it your way”

Beth stood up ruler in hand and whipped both of us on our buttocks, I gasped and Luke let out a muffled Yelp behind Beth’s underwear.

“Your going to have to make him hard first Jake” she ordered.

“Right” I responded.

I walked over to Luke and began wanking his girth gingerly with my hand, it took a minute but it began to harden, as did I. I could feel my breath shaking and my legs began to quiver.

“Oooh someone’s a bit new to this, that makes this a little more exciting” Beth commented.

Lockdown Dental Checkup – A Unique Experience

Since the first lock-down due to Covid-19, my dentist was only open for emergencies. Recently when I got an email informing me they were during routine check-ups again and to get in contact with them as mine was now overdue. I did just that, getting an appointment for the following week and the receptionist advised me they would email me a set of instructions as they were still working within current government guidelines. The instructions were quite simple, wear mask (which was quite obvious) but park in a marked bay in their car park and wait for a dentist assistant to come collect you rather than walk into reception as normal. Little did I know at this point just how different this check-up would be and one I wouldn’t forget.

The day of my appointment arrived, I drove to the dentist and sure enough after pulling in the car park, 5 spaces were marked for patients. Two cars were already parked, one with two ladies in it, presumably waiting to be led in so I pulled into the one of the free and waited to for someone to come get me.

Confession 1 : My Secret Garden [f] [Masturbation] [Public]

I am currently working on an erotic novel, but I realized I needed more practice in writing about pleasure and sex. So, I decided to write short minimalist vignettes inspired by some memories and poetic fantasies. Comments, corrections, and suggestions are most welcome.

Please note, English is not my first language, so be kind.

All characters are 18+.

Layli ❤

# ~~~ My Secret Garden ~~~

Dear journal,

The last few days have been draining; between the preparations for my sister’s wedding, taking care of the extended family who flocked to our small apartment from all over the country, and preparing for my English and literature exam, I have had no time for myself. Home felt like a war zone invaded by barbarians, who despite being “of kin”, did not share my appreciation for privacy and tasteful discussion. My aunts’ only interest, so it seemed, was in the young guys of the village, none of whom I had ever met, but they were nonetheless adamant that sooner rather than later I were to wed one of them.

“I’m just gonna go study outside, it’s too noisy here”, I told my mom and left before she could force me into another task.

Our Affair – The Boondoggle Part I [FM – Cheating]

The office was quiet. All of the upper execs were out at the annual corporate boondoggle a few hours away. It was a weekend of drinking, big dinners, schmoozing, and golf. The following week was full of hearing a tall tales and chasing down receipts and room charges. I had to make sure that David got the room he wanted and made all of the other accompanying reservations and arrangements for the weekend. He was slated to leave early Friday morning and return Sunday afternoon. When the kids were younger, Julie would bring them along and have some fun being away from home. Now, she just loads them in the car and heads to her parents. Julie texted me if I wanted to watch the dog. Unfortunately, I had already made plans to go “camping”. By “camping”, I meant going to the boondoggle and setting up camp in David’s room while she went around town and openly fucked her high school ex.

Office Job [pregnancy/anal]

The work day was coming to a close. Since it was Friday before a long weekend most of the office had decided to leave early, so it was completely deserted. My eyes strained staring at my computer screen in my cubical. I was starting to think it was time to leave as well.

My stomach growled and I felt a bump from the little one growing inside me. ‘Seems like we’re both hungry,’ I muttered to myself. I rubbed my growing belly before gathering my things to leave.

Standing up I looked over the edge of the cubical wall. I spied Mr. Jacobs sitting at his desk in his office. He always worked late. Having built this company up from nothing it sort of came with the job. He was older, his hair already showing the grey of his age, but he was fit and tall. Always, large and in charge.

I could feel my pussy already starting to get wet just spying on him from here. I’d found him attractive from the moment he interviewed me, but being pregnant had thrown my hormones through a loop. I a had already spent a majority of the day imagining his cock in my mouth, the taste of his cum on tongue. Im sure he would fuck me harder than my husband. I was starting to soak through my panties…

Trauma or Pleasure? I just don’t know anymore

Perhaps I can use this platform as a way to finally move forward and tell my story while servicing the sexual indulgence of others. I’ve seen what’s offered online, I’m fully aware of every fantasy man and woman may be in tuned to. There are things I’ve seen, things I’ve done, and things I’ve been subjected to. A particular sexual and traumatic experience has left me searching for similar situations such as the one I encountered on July 11, 1990. I suppose it had opened something inside me that was never meant to be opened. I’ll always remember this day; it was then that I learned so much in so little time. This was a time before the internet, a time where children such as I were lucky to find Dad’s Playboy magazine hiding somewhere. Now; today a teenager is privilege to any dark and twisted fantasy he or she can think of, as easy as a click of a button. In 1990, I didn’t ask for this, but none the less it had befallen me.