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Gush [M22 – F22] [Oral]

He has her open her mouth. Wide. She kneels in front of him, naked, hands behind her back as instructed. She opens her mouth. He is naked too and his cock is hard and she wants him to put his cock in her mouth, to fill her mouth with the familiar bulk and heat and thrusting insistence of him.

But, first, he fetches a bottle from the bedside cabinet. Lube. Flavoured lube. He drips two long, generous spurts into her mouth. Sweet. Slightly saline. Slick, like saliva. Pina colada flavour, perhaps. Something intense but artificial.

“Don’t swallow,” he says. She doesn’t. She shuts her mouth and lets the thick sleek liquid sit there at the opening of her throat.

He returns the bottle to the bedside. Then positions himself in front of her. Then fucks her mouth.

From the first thrust, she drools. Liquid gushes through her lips and patters down onto her naked thighs. She tries, on reflex, to catch it in her hands. It veils her chin. Runs in a flow of warm droplets down her neck. Read more »

A Long Train Ride Part 2 [MF] [40s 50s] [Edging] [Discrete] [CFCM]

I woke around 3 am. She was still asleep and was sitting directly across from me as she moved over so she could lean against the window. I watched her sleep, remembering the look in her eyes. Her feet were pulled up onto the seat next to her and I couldn’t help staring at them, still amazed at what they did to me, what she did to me. I wanted so badly to reach across and touch her, but discretion was required here. While no one sat across the aisle from us, there were numerous travelers spread throughout the car.

Finally, she stirred and caught me watching her.

“Well good morning sleepy” I said with a smile.

“Mmmm..Thanks. I stayed up a bit late last night for some reason” she retorted. “I’m still so sleepy. But just can’t seem to get comfortable here.”

“You could move over here and lean against me if you like. For all these people know, you could be my wife and they’d think nothing about it.” I turned my back to the window, placing a pillow behind me and throwing a leg up on the seat in front of me. I patted the seat with my hand, “Come on over. It’s the least I can do.” Read more »

Can anyone help me find an erobook i read but forgot the name of?

Here’s what i remember

i remember it being apparently popular in a subreddit for being somewhat realistic with the MC’s choices.

It’s a female MC story, has “prostitution” (mc worked in a strip club that had the strippers pay the club itself to dance), MC is a total slut (i think) for a guy named kyle (i think).

I’m not sure on this one but i think i remember the book had somewhat of an RPG type system that helps the Mc shit like slut level or something.

That’s all i could remember

Part 1: A Moment of Passion [F20s, F20s] [Softcore]

I reached out and took her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her soft, smooth skin against mine. Her fingers were slender and dexterous, and her nails were painted a deep, rich red. I could see the faint outlines of henna tattoos on her wrists and fingers, a symbol of her heritage.

Her dark hair was pulled back into a messy bun, the stray strands framing her beautiful face. Her skin was a warm, golden brown, the perfect complement to her bright, almond-colored eyes.

Her clothing was cute yet casual, a thick dark blue off-shoulder sweater that fell just above her waistline, revealing a hint of her midriff. The sleeves were slightly too long, bunching up around her delicate hands. She wore a silver necklace with a small turquoise stone and intricate pattern, another nod to her heritage.

“May I?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She gave a weak but notable nod, her capturing eyes shining with a hint of shy enjoyment.

I took a step closer, my hand still holding hers. Slowly, I trailed my fingers up her hand into the sweater, tracing the intricate patterns of her henna tattoos. I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. She let out a quiet, adorable gasp, and I could see the heat rising to her cheeks. Read more »

Coeds Trading Their Bodies for Grades p4 (M35/F19) (college) (professor) (office) (MF) (voyeur) (cuck)

Anthony was finishing grading the some midterms, pausing to lament a student who could receive better grades if she offered her tantalizingly large tits as a spot for his cum, when knock broke his focus. Finally, he thought as he welcomed his guest, expecting his petite Asian coed, Erin. To his disappointment a male student entered.

“Hey professor. I was thinking of switching my major to Econ and I wanted to ask about the course load. Do you have a minute?” Anthony inwardly sighed. Instead of having a tight, young pussy riding his face and soaking him in its wetness, he had to actually do his job. He welcomed the student to a chair, thinking it’s not his fault. The kid didn’t know what he was delaying.

Two minutes in, Anthony’s goodwill was starting to run out as the student hadn’t actually planned any questions and was very bad at coming up with any on the spot. “So… uh.. supply and demand.. is so interesting. Don’t you think?” A second knock on the door spared Anthony the need to craft a nonsarcastic answer to his question, saying “hey, I’ve got an appointment. Can we pick this up later?” Finally looking sure of himself, the student replied, “it’s ok professor. I know what this is.” Read more »

I flirted with my friend’s dad and got more than I bargained for [F21/M40s/F40s] [groping] [oral] [threesome] [sex] [age difference]

I was dorky as a teen, not knowing how to dress my awkward, gangling long limbs and thinking that the acne on my face was ‘no big deal.’ I wasn’t a pretty sight, and my ill-fitting clothes and pizza-face and granny glasses helped none. I cringe thinking back to the girl I was then, thankful that I’ve figured things out.

But an adolescence full of guys scoffing when I came near, making fun of me when I talked, and just generally being assholes has left its scars on my confidence. Now that I’m a little older and fitter and hotter, my gut reaction whenever a guy makes a move is to shoot him down, since he’s obviously making fun of me. I do it immediately, automatically, a defense mechanism against rejection, no matter how cute and sincere he is.

I’m trying to stop doing that. Yet old habits are hard to break.

I need a confidence boost, and I think I’ve found one, even though when I think through what I’m planning, I freak out and panic and second-guess myself. Read more »

A Long Train Ride [MF] [40s50s] [Edging]

I often fly from Chicago to Dallas for work related seminars. On this occasion, I decided to change it up and take the train. I had not been on one since I was a kid, but my memories of the experience were pleasant. I could use the down time that the nearly 22 hours of travel would take and brought several books that I had been wanting to read. The conference started on Friday night and ended Saturday afternoon, so I scheduled my return ride for Sunday afternoon, giving me an additional full day to use as I pleased.

I boarded the train at 6 pm and selected a seat at the back of the car. The seats were arranged in groups of four on each side of the isle two seats facing forward and two back so that families, I assume, can sit facing each other. The seats I selected had no one else in that section, but the train was still filling, so I wasn’t expecting to be alone. Read more »

Shy 18-Year-Old First Gynecologist Exam with Male Doctor and Resident [F18 / M25 / M30]

**INTRODUCTION**

Jane’s detailed account of her experience with the gynecologist was filled with anxiety, vulnerability, and discomfort, which began even before she arrived at the clinic. As a first-time 18-year-old patient who had never been sexually active, Jane, a petite brunette standing at 5’3″ and weighing 110 pounds, spent days researching what to expect during the examination and confided in her friends about her worries. With a 32C bra size and a history of playing volleyball and soccer in high school, she was physically fit and maintained an active lifestyle. Jane decided to visit the gynecologist to get on birth control in preparation for becoming sexually active with her boyfriend. The thought of being intimately examined, especially by male doctors, felt traumatic to her. Jane’s apprehension about the experience was understandable, as she had never been in such a vulnerable position before and worried about the level of exposure and intrusion that the examination entailed.

Her only previous experiences at the doctor’s office were with a female pediatrician. She had undergone sports physicals before, but those only required undressing down to her sports bra and underwear, a far less invasive experience. Read more »

The hotel bar, part 1 [F38 M29 M32] [cheating] [no sex]

She sat alone at the quiet hotel bar, enjoying the soothing piano music and relaxed ambiance. It was early, still, and she felt like she had the place almost to herself. She took a sip of her red wine, staring across the room, not seeing anything at all.

It had been … a day. The late arrival last night, followed by the early wake up call, the broken coffee maker in her otherwise amazing hotel room, then meeting after meeting after … you get it, maybe you’ve been there.

She had begged out of the post-meeting happy hour with her team. It was surely to be followed by a long dinner and a late night at some “can’t miss Austin bar”.

Before she had moved away, before her promotion, when she was maybe a few years younger, sure, count her in. But now, as a visitor, as their boss, as a busy working mom who got so few nights truly to herself, she’ll pass, thank you very much.

Now, away from her kids and her husband in the first time in who knows how long. The deal today, done, or pretty damn close. She had earned this night to do whatever she wanted, she needed this night to unwind. Read more »