We have always enjoyed expressing ourselves in public. Whether it was in the movie theater, club or driving, we were always down. One evening, we let our desires get the better of us. My wife (girlfriend at the time), was feeling especially frisky as I was driving her back home. She leaned over and started messaging my rapidly growing shaft over my pants and she was fondling herself. Giving we were driving, I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and pulled her on top of me. Given the foreplay up to this moment, the both of us came in about ten minutes. As I was pulling of the condom, a police officer would pull up behind us. With the vehicle full with the smell of sex and every window fogged up, there was no questioning what happened. The officer came up to my window, asked for out driver’s licenses, verified our age, returned our IDs, and went about his day. When we got to her place, the thrill of almost getting caught was too much to be contained. We went at it again for hours. This was just the beginning.
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I Need A Woman[femdom, femmification]
(this was a request. Sorry I accidentally ignored your chat >.<)
Shea opened the door to her slave. It was their first rendezvous since his surgery and she was almost as hungry to ravish him as his hole always was for her strap. Almost. His was a very hungry hole after all. Burt stood there with his arms folded and back slightly hunched. It was the stance of shyness that had marked the beginning of this journey most likely come back due to the surgery.
“Slave, take off your clothes and fix your posture.” Shea demanded after ushering him into her dungeon. Once her orders were followed she smiled devilishly at her creation.
When Shea and Burt first met it was not Shea who was meant to be the dominant. Burt had been slim and chiseled with a large penis. He would come by and take his stressful job out on Shea and all of her holes. Cumming wherever and as many times as he wanted. But as time went on Burt decided he wanted to explore his submissive side. For Shea that just wouldn’t do-domming a man. She needed a woman. And so over the past few months Shea had created one out of Burt.
I Never Thought Caddying Wood Be So Much Fun. (M) 18 (F)36,DDD
Like any other kid, all throughout High School I was always out of money and completely undersexed. When finally during the spring of my senior year my father helped me land a caddying gig at the posh Country Club near where we lived. My first weekend there I didn’t even get out on the course and made no money. I told the caddy master prior to leaving on Sunday “I know the game well”. But he told me “Kid, you’ve got to pay your dues, maybe next weekend”.
The next weekend was cold and blustery and I figured that meant some of the regular caddies would stay home. Unfortunately that also meant a lot the golfers stayed home. I decided to wait it out (what else was I doing to do, go home and jerk off). I played some cards with the other caddies but there was enough play where soon enough I was the only caddy left. I was contemplating going home when the caddy master came inside the caddy shack. He looked around for one of his more experienced caddies and said “Shit are you the only one left?” “Seriously, I’ll do a good job” I said. He thought for a second and then said “I guess I have no other choice. Here grab the bags for Mr. and Ms. Clark and kid, don’t fuck this up. Mr. Clark is the president of the club and Ms. Clark, well…you’ll see. And try not to stare at her tits okay”. He added “And the way she looks today, it’s gonna be tough. Hurry up I gotta go jerk off in my office.” “Okay” I thought, my dad said the caddy master was a little off. But at least it was a chance to make some money.
[FF] The Stage Part 1
The Stage
If you have ever read any of my other writings, you have probably read about the sex club I frequented prior to COVID. I have mentioned a few times that one room is simply a huge four poster king bed. Its lit by dim red lights dotting the circumference of the awnings and surrounded by a thin veil of a curtain. I affectionately called this bed, the voyeur’s bed because the room is designed so that people can stand around the entirety of the bed and watch whatever and whoever is playing on it. On my birthday a few years ago it was my stage for a special event I had organized with the club owners.
Reagan’s Public Pleasures
“How much weight?” Reagan asked, as he stood quite awkwardly by the stack of plates on the squat rack.
“Let’s go for two forty-fives.” Jake said, moving the weight effortlessly from the rack and onto the bar. His chest was so big that when they tensed, his shirt got caught between his pecs. Oh, how Reagan wished to be as ripped as Jake was. Which is why he’d asked him to be his workout buddy one day after their Stats class. Reagan absolutely hated math, and would usually fall asleep, even though he sat in the front row. That is, until he was awoken from one of his cock-filled daydreams by a tap on the shoulder. Reagan turned around to see a bulge held in by gray sweatpants directly behind him. He had forgotten that they were sitting in a lecture hall with theater-like seats and that whoever owned this disarming bulge was sitting two feet above him. His mouth fell agape as he looked up realizing his mistake and was met with a pair of soft blue eyes and an innocent smile. Reagan’s already semi hard dick throbbed to it’s full seven inches. Reagan quickly turned around, his ears blazing from the blood that had rushed to his face out of embarrassment, from falling asleep in class or getting hard he couldn’t say. After avoiding the front row from then on, Reagan realized the boy he’d day dreamed about every day since, was Jake Campbell, a junior. So after weeks of mustering the courage Reagan asked Jake about his workout regimen, when to his simultaneous delight and horror, Jake offered to train him. So now Reagan went to the old gym on campus every Wednesday to train with him.
A Mother’s Diary – Entry 05: A Game of Eye Contact – [MF][M/S][incest]
This is a work of fantasy. Author and all characters are over 18 and is intended and written for an adult audience. It is incest themed. If such themes offend you, it may not be for you.
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So, it’s been a few days since I taught my son how to properly kiss a woman. For a beginner he was quite good, but there are still some things I’d like to work on with him. Eye contact being one of them.
There’s so much more to kissing and sex than young men currently think. A woman wants to feel like they are loved, longed for and special in the eyes of their lover. Eye contact helps with all of that. It turns a good kiss into a great one when you meet eye to eye before and after this kiss. It’s also really fucking sexy when a man looks me when he’s thrusting into me, or when I’m sucking some guy’s hard cock and I can see the pleasure in his eyes, and restraint if he’s about to cum all over me.
My friend, me and her app friend part 2
Today I’m going to tell you the second part. All of this is totally real.
After that night i remained very horny, but in the morning, we pretended nothing happened with my friend, we were very drunk the day before, we had lunch and I went home. That same night at home I was curious about what happened and downloaded the sex app too, I made an account and started using it. Many boys and some girls spoke to me looking for sex, but I was looking for someone I already knew, at one point I came across a 49-year-old, Eduardo, and I immediately recognized him, it was my friend’s sex buddy who came to her house the other day, I gave him a like and we started chatting right away. TWe spent 5 minutes talking and Eduardo sent me pictures of his hard cock and told me that he had really wanted to fuck me the other day but, the way we sucked his cock was SO good, he had already fucked my friend several times and to my surprise he lived closer to my house than to my friend’s. That night I was hot but not drunk so I touched myself and finished while talking to this man, he offered to pick me up in the car but it was late so we left for another day.
[Mf] [Str8] [Oral] [Affair] [Cheat] – A Chance Encounter
*It’s been a while since I’ve done this*, I muse to myself as I walk to the hotel bar. It’s a windswept cold and grey day, with sheets of rain rippling towards the Mississippi River outside. A small group of people are assembled at the end of the bar, awkwardly spaced between convivial and socially distant. After a number of years and strains of the pandemic, life finally is slowly knitting itself into a new normal. It only took 3 vaccination campaigns and over 6 million deaths to get here. The new normal does not even remotely resemble the old normal of yore. Masks are now ubiquitous fast fashion item. Although social distancing is not as strictly enforced now, a combination of routine, fear, and ergonomic chances have left its scars on our collective social fabric. I pull up to a barstool that commands a great view of the room. I’m a people watcher at heart, so I always try to perch where I can see most of the room.
The Librarian (Conclusion) (F)(M) Boobs
“Pretty sure”?, I inquired. “Yeah after I saw him I made my way over to the stack of books where he was standing and I’m pretty sure I saw a significant load of cum on some of the books. There was no way I was going to clean that up, but yours, I will.” Beth then started to loosen my jeans. “I want to see it,” she panted. I slowly pulled my jeans and briefs off and my cock sprang out, alarming Beth. “Oh my god… that’s huge.” she exclaimed. “Can I touch it?” “Of course” I stated “what’s mine is yours.” Beth reached out and grabbed the shaft of my cock and put her hand around it. Or at least tried to. “Oh god, I didn’t think I could fit my hand around it and I can’t.” looking at my cock mesmerized. She ran her hand up and down my dick. “What is that thing gonna feel like inside of me?” she inquired. As she said this she began to loosen her skirt and then quickly removed her from what I could see drenched panties. She then sat back down on her chair and leaned back. Her pussy was glistening and she gave me a come hither look. “Go easy at first, okay” she cooed.
[MFF] [FF] [skydiving] D.Z.W. (DROP ZONE WHORE) – I highly recommend both of the activities depicted herein, sex and jumping. And before you ask, yes I am a tandem master (1400+ jumps)…
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“Looks like we may have a new DZW.” My ears perked up.
“What’s the difference between a DZO and a DZW?” Of course, the inevitable joke was to follow. Somebody took the bait.
“I don’t know, what?”
“Nothing. They both get fucked by a bunch of skydivers.”
I chuckled along with the guys, not so much at the joke (which I had heard before), but because at that moment both the DZO (Drop Zone Operator) and the woman the fellows were referring to as the new DZW (Drop Zone Whore) walked by. We were laughing all the harder because we figured they had no idea what we were laughing about. If they did, they would probably be terribly offended. Which made it all that much funnier.
The DZO, Mike, continued on his way. I think he might have heard the joke, but he was clearly pissed off about something – most likely some farmer was complaining about the ripcord he found in his fields, the crazy woman up the road from the airport thought we drove too fast, the packers were smoking cigarettes instead of packing parachutes, or something like that. To Mike, it’s the same old shit that he’s been dealing with for fifteen years. To us, it was another punch line.