F (19) sucking my black best friend’s dick for the first time

We were hanging out at my place drinking and smoking some pot last weekend when my parents weren’t home. We were pretty tipsy by the end of the night and I was sitting right next to him and he had his finger running up and down my thigh (which was nothing new), but this time I felt his hands go up to my waist, I felt his big arms hold me by the waist and pull me over his lap facing him.

In 5 seconds I was from laughing like a drunk idiot to staring into his eyes with this new tension between us. I felt him come closer, kiss me softly. His lips were much softer than any guy I’ve ever kissed, that axe perfume of his being all I could smell. His hands cupped my ass and as tiny as I am every time he got carried away and lifted me a bit while groping my ass which did make me giggle a bit.

After 15 minutes of intense kissing he looked me in the eye and just said “you always ramble about how much you love sucking dick, why don’t you show it to me” and pinched my nipple softly which he knew turns me on a lot.

The Massage [MF] [Str8] [Oral]

I never planned on being a professional Massuer, but when I got offered free classes for a job that paid a little under $20 an hour I couldn’t say no. The work was great I actually enjoyed it. Some of the girls that came in, were phenomenal. They had fit bodies and soft skin. Don’t even get me started on the moans they made, somedays I found it hard to remain professional. I did though, I liked this job and wanted to keep it.

There was one regular customer, Jade, that made it especially hard. I think she liked teasing me, because everytime she came in without fail she would tease me relentlessly. Asking about my sex life to get me all riled up, wiggling her hips to shake her ass, moaning loudly, sometimes she’d even say really dirty things under her breath. I struggled with it but I haven’t offended her yet since she keeps coming back.

I finished setting up the room, and went to the lobby to call her in. Part of me was looking forward to the show she’d put on but the professional part of me was nervous I might screw something up. She sat on a chair wearing a sports bra and leggings, reading a magazine as she waited for me.

[F4M] Masturbation while thinking of my crush in the morning

Each morning as I wake up I feel the intense urge to touch and pleasure myself. I feel so horny every morning. The urge always builds and builds until I start to touch my pussy and give into the pleasure. I begin by pulling down my PJ bottoms and my panties. I pull my top above my breasts and feel my hard nipples. I am nearly naked now. My panties are at my ankles as I lay under the covers. I lick my fingers and get my pussy ready for me to rub.

My pussy is getting very wet now. I suck my two fingers, middle and ring, and get them lubed up, ready to stick in my pussy. As I stick my fingers in my pussy I notice how wet and warm I am. God I wish it was the cock of my crush inside of me. My pussy craves his raw hard cock. I keep fingering myself imagining that it is this cock I keep fingering myself while squeezing my soft breasts. I get more turned on as I keep imagining him on top of me thrusting his hard cock inside of me. I want to squeeze my tight wet pussy on his hard cock and feel him thrusting in and out of me raw.

Quarantine Ramblefap Sext Messages {M4F] [sexting you] [teasing] [playing with myself] [quarantine land lonely]

A quarantine ramblefap because all I can do is lay here and think about what I want to do when I get my hands on you… (hint: I want to fuck you, ʜᴀʀᴅ)

????: [M4F] [sexting you] [M Dom] [rough] [aggressive] [fingering her] [biting] [spanking] [wild man] [doggy style] [domination] [cum for me] [quarantine land lonely]

????????? ???? ????: 15 minutes

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Mmmmm, it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone to touch. Anyone to play with. It’s just me, trapped in quarantine land, all by my lonesome self. And let me tell you, I have had a LOT of time to play with myself during all this.

Somedays, I’m so worked up I get off 3, maybe 4 times. It’s an itch that can’t quite be scratched on my own, but boy does that not stop me from trying my hardest.

And I get, so, so very hard sometimes. Wrapping my fingers around this thick cock of mine, the heat radiating off of it as I start to stroke myself. I have a nice and dirty imagination, but I also love a little visual stimulation. Something pretty, something sexy, something easy on the eyes. And that’s where you come in, my dear.

A divorcees experience with a belt M/F

The knock at the hotel room door startles me out of my daydream, and I stand up quickly. I am unsure of how events are going to pan out, but am relieved that you have arrived, I had been fearful that you would back out, let your nerves overwhelm you.

I open the door, seeing what you look like for the first time, and you blush deeply as I take my time appraising you. As the seconds tick by you lower your head to avoid my gaze, and I smile to myself, gone already is the confident woman I have chatted to online, gone is the woman who only ten minutes before had been in the office, the boss of all around her. Now you stand there meek and ashamed.

Eventually I stand aside and instruct you to enter the room, go to the bathroom, strip, hang your clothes on the back of the door, put on the robe that is there and come back into the room.

Good girls sleep all through the night. [MF][D/s]

I woke up in the middle of the night, big gulp of air chocking my throat and a foggy brain.
My thoughts were swirling around the dream that I had to bring myself out of. I’m not good with reality checks, unless I’m at the bottom of the most anxious nightmare, then I can finally tell myself this is not real life, because real life doesn’t suck this bad. You’re in bed. You’re asleep. And now you’re awake.

I reached for my phone to check the time. It was only 4 in the morning. Now you’re really awake I thought. The fog had dissipated and the unpleasant sensations the dream had produced where only a vague pressure on the chest. But still lingered, almost threatening me with the promise that if I did close my eyes and went to sleep again it would come back, picking up right where it had left.

I was cursed with the painful realization that in the morning when it was actually time to get up and leave my happiest place, although not free from mental contamination and nightmares, I would have to use whatever little energy I had to be angry and miserable, and my eyes would ache all through the morning, and every word I didn’t speak would be of absolute hatred to every single person that I had to interact with.

I 19[F] touched myself in the cinema to get my boyfriend’s 20[M] attention, but he wasn’t the only one that caught me.

This happened back in Summer when the cinemas were still open and I was in the very beginning stages of seeing my boyfriend, Jay. I was still a little shy around him though we had slept together a few times by this point, and he was bringing me out of my shell.

On this occasion we went to watch Tenet in the cinema. We showed up late and missed the adverts, making it just in time for the start of the movie. The cinema was pretty empty, with just a couple of people sat here and there. Once we had gotten settled and the film had begun, my boyfriend started getting annoyed at how much I was rustling the popcorn, understandably I guess, though being the nuisance I am I just rustled it even more, unfortunately to the point where he actually got up and moved seats to prove a point.

My boyfriend and I are both extremely stubborn people, and as much as I wouldn’t move to go chase him, I also knew he wouldn’t come and move back. I started whispering his name, telling him to stop being stupid and to come back. He ignored me. I threw a piece of popcorn at him and he ignored that too. I then came up with the bright idea that I’d pretend to touch myself, thinking he’d come running back.

I just wanted to walk home, but you had other ideas [non-con] [fantasy]

I was on my way home from a party and it had gotten pretty late. I was tipsy and stumbling over my feet a little as I walked, although it wasn’t too far and I refused to spend money on a taxi. I walking past all of the rowdy drunkk teenagers, trying to warm myself up by rubbing my hands together but it was little use. Eventually the crowds started fizzling out and I was back on my own again. Well- I had noticed a man a little behind me. He was attractive and smelt good from where I was standing. But I didn’t pay much mind to him. That was until I felt myself being pushed down a side street.

“Relax, you don’t have anything to worry about” the man was whispering to me as I started to panic. Bad thought after bad thought went through my mind as I felt him tie my hands together with rope. “I thought maybe we could have a little fun” he smirked as I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried to answer back, but my mouth had already been gagged. I shook my head at him, pleading him with my eyes, but one of his fingers was already tracing the hem of my dress between my thighs.

My Wife’s Sister Part 4 FINAL [MFF, Incest (s/s)]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/grxnn0/my_wifes_sister_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hjgsba/my_wifes_sister_part_3_mf/)

The rest of the trip, for the most part, was uneventful. Although the spark was re-lit that night, his wife, Sylvia, was still not very affectionate. And when Erick tried to initiate sex the next night, she whispered something about being tired and needing to get up early to finish packing and head back home. Adrianne remained aloof the rest of the time they were there. Erick knew his sister-in-law would soon visit his house like she always did. He couldn’t help but fantasize and build excitement. This new wake in libido had pushed his already high sex drive into overdrive.

It wasn’t long before she finally did visit. The first night she arrived went like most nights they cooked dinner for her, and they stayed up drinking and watching TV. As the drink seeped in, Adrianne became a lot more open and playful as the night went on. She was dressed in tiny shorts and a tight T-shirt with no bra. Erick couldn’t help but stare at her nice soft swaying tits; her nipples were incredibly hard. The girls sat in the love seat as Erick sat by himself on the couch. He watched as they began play arguing over some character on a show.

Meeting you after months of chatting online… [MF] [Dom/sub]

We’ve been talking for months and I’m hungry for you. I beg you to meet me in person. You finally agree. You choose a hotel halfway between us. You know I’ll be so nervous, so you find one with a dark and shadowy bar, the perfect place to be anonymous and meet a stranger.

We agree on a time, but I decide to get there a bit early to have a drink and try to relax. I spend so much time choosing the perfect outfit. I want to look perfect for you. I finally decide on a red dress that matches my lipstick. It has a slit up the thigh and off the shoulder sleeves. It is simple and seductive and only scandalous if I move my leg a certain way and let the slit expose my pale thigh. I wear my hair down… I want you to see it and think about wrapping it in your fingers… and simple diamond stud earrings.