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Episode 1 : On the phone (Tania and Markus) (MF)

**TAGS : ** cheating, cum on ring, deepthroat

I was on my knees, pushed up against a dry wall periodically my head banged against the dry wall, and the wooden floorboard creaked as well. This was all caused by a phallic organ penetrated my throat barrier. I closed my eyes anticipating each stroke. He held up my hands on top me pinning me in place as his strokes became faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The guy’s dick I was taking in was not my boyfriend (Markus) since, we are to be married soon I decided I wanted one last dicking down before I committed my body to one and one man only. As these thoughts rushed through my mind, he shoved his cock deep in my throat and held it there for solid few minutes and when he pulled it out strings of spit and precum stuck to my glossy red lips. I had slobbered all over him. With my right hand which had Markus’ engagement ring on and with that I stroked him until suddenly he jolted me off the floor and threw me on the bed. He got up on top of me and stuffed his cock down my mouth and grabbed my phone and called Markus, my future husband. I was forced to talk to Markus while having another man’s dick in my mouth, he pulled out and said, “tell him you love him” I looked at him with cute puppy eyes and obediently and uttered “I love you Markus” on the phone, and at the same time he grabbed my hand with the engagement ring on and as soon as I said I love you to Markus he came all over my wedding ring. He then made me lick my engagement ring clean. I licked his warm, sticky cum clean from my ring. When I went home to Markus some of the cum stains still remained on my ring. I think I’m not even gonna clean those stains off.

Luna and Riley Ch. 03 – Testing Courage [Incest] [Fiction] [Futa] [Lesbian]

*Disclaimer: This story is dramatically fictitious and possesses depictions of completely unrealistic and unattainable body standards. If that isn’t your forte then you may not find this story to your liking. If you decide to read the story regardless I thoroughly hope you enjoy it! Thanks!*

*Notice: Read the earlier chapters, so that this one makes more sense. Your choice, xoxo.*

**Chapter 3: Testing Courage**

Luna sat up in her bed as she slowly woke up. The windows in her room faced away from the rising sun, so her room was quite dark in the morning. She reached over and shut off her buzzing alarm clock, before rolling onto her back and gazing up at the ceiling. Today was the day to see what would happen with Riley. A pit formed in her stomach as her mind pessimistically began to think the worst.

Maybe Riley would realize that what they did was weird and she would never look at her again. Luna tried her best to put those thoughts aside and think positively. When Riley had left her room last night, she seemed both happy and thankful for the moment they shared, and Luna was hopeful she wouldn’t have any second thoughts. Read more »

The Zamboni Man [mf] [queer] [bi] [analingus] [romance]

Film: male and female both bi. Let’s call this zamboni driver ‘Rory’ and he is about to get his first bonus of 2021. He works part time as an artist and the other half is his secret peace. His zamboni. His ice and rink. Peace. Able to reflect on the day and life. He had a friend from a peer group. Both of them were always drawn to the other. Something invisible pulling them closer. They had been talking more and more and realizing their worlds have been interconnected for some time. She never knew how to skate. One weekend he promised to take her on the ice before he finished up his shift for the night. He said to her “you can even watch me on the zamboni”. She very excited. Saturday evening she came up to the rink. The space and rink was smaller and more intimate than she expected. It smelled like dust, cleaner, rubber, and stale cigarettes. She saw him in the ice and watched him work for a while. So serious and a hard worker. He turned the corner of the rink checking the ice for spots before he would go over it with the zamboni. Our eyes met and he looked up and smiled his big smile. We both wave quicker than politeness. He comes to the boards and opens the door. We greet and hug. Both excited and nervous wondering if the other is going to bail.
I ask if you could take me on the ice in our boots…just so she can get used to not friction. Maybe next time you can teach me to skate. You laugh and says “of course”. We go slowly on the ice. You letting me holding onto you. Your hands, your arms, your waist, your hips. We are laughing while trying not to slip or lose control. You guide my hips showing me how to glide and move my feet. Even under my coat you can feel my hips and the heat from my body. You like holding my hips. Your fingers grip on.
Overhead this cheesy pop song comes on and both of us burst out laughing and try to dance to it. We end up slipping and falling on our butts. We both can’t stop laughing for what seems to be minutes. We are listening to the song overhead laughing and reaching for eachother. Eventually we sigh on your backs. Our heads side by side looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly classical music comes on (rachmaninoff) and we both stop and stare at eachothers eyes. Like ‘plata quemada’ our hands search eachothers. Rubbing up and down lightly.
In that moment we both understood that we are one the same and this is it. We grab and slide side by side.
We passionately kiss and press into eachother as if we couldn’t get close enough. I cant hear anymore its blurring into my face and legs. I feel heat circulating. I feel your life circulating. My legs rolling over your hips. I get ontop of you. You don’t stop a blink. We ride and writhe. We have no shame. We have no inhibitions. We are energy. Read more »

(Nonfiction) Started off innocent but ended up being our dirty little secret

My classmate and I were going through puberty. Every time we had a new change in our bodies we would show each other and compare. We would show each other our pubic hair growth, our boob changes, etc. It was very innocent for sure. However as our curiosity grew, it went from just showing each other, to now touching each other. I would feel her boobs and let her feel mine. We would compare what it felt like. For me, each time I felt her boobs or touch her pubic hair, I felt tingles and butterflies inside my body. Read more »

Vanilla (English is a second language)

As I wake up in the morning you’re still sleeping, I can hear your slow relaxed breathing. I gently roll over, I don’t want to disturb your sleep. Watching someone sleep always brings out warm feelings in me. Feelings of wanting to protect and hold close, we are so vulnerable when we sleep. Your face is so relaxed, I know I shouldn’t in order not to disturb your sleep, but I need to touch you.

We only met in person last night, though we had been chatting for a while. It was only awkward for a short while at first, but by now it feels almost natural bein with you.

I gently touch your hair. The back of my fingers lightly brush your cheek. Immediately I feel ashamed for having given in to my need for touch, as you start moving. I lay completely still until I think it’s safe to get up without disturbing your sleep any more. Read more »

How to Stay Hot in Cold Winters

To find eroticism IRL in winters is a supreme discipline. To peel out an aesthetics of sexual desire and sensuality––layer by layer amidst all the seasonal unpleasantries. What is the eroticism of a thick grandparent-looking winter coat, woolen fisted gloves and face-masked mummified looking down beings walking the rainy streets in their hiking boots?

The sparkling eyes of the super market cashier? The early sun rising oh so familiarly pink on your bedroom’s wall? Your resitance to refraining from wearing high quality lingerie for no reason?

This winter, I will dedicate fully to finding out new ways to feel as aroused and horny like I do in summer … out and about, fucking in the forests, floating in the lakes! Oh, what luscious beauty the Berlin-Brandenburg summers are!

In Berlin winters the room temperature is often too cold for my body’s mechanoreceptors to be able to “feel” and transfer information from here to there quickly. That means creating and sensing sexual arousal takes more effort and time.

It took me years to realise that my organism simply needs: More heat. A few extra-close electric heaters for my body to feel fullbody pleasure and fully enjoy my sexual activities of choisir without being covered underneath kilos of blankets wearing woolen socks and heats while fucking someone. Read more »

The Cheerleader’s Contract [FMMM+ CNC Free Use (kinda)]

1 Your appointment to the cheerleading squad is conditional upon you signing this contract and agreeing to everything in it, in its attached annexes and in the attached code of conduct. In addition you must pass an audition and submit a letter of support signed by the entire football roster, the coach, the cheer coach and all current cheerleaders in good standing.

2 In attempting to join the squad you acknowledge that some of the aforementioned individuals may well, and to a certain extent are expected to, demand sexual favours in exchange for their signature.

3 As a squad member you will be expected to adhere to the attached code of conduct. This code controls almost every aspect of how you live and behave. It requires you to be diligent in your training, maintain peak physical fitness, take great care of your physical appearance, and dress and behave in such a manner as to be alluring at all times. It also requires you to maintain strict boundaries particularly with all men not on the football roster. You must not engage in romantic or sexual activity with any non footballer, your behaviour with non footballers may, indeed to a certain extent must, be flirtatious but with a clear sense of where the line is – described in further detail in the code of conduct, and no non footballer may ever see you wearing any outfit more revealing than your cheer costume or a conservative bathing suit. You are also responsible for ensuring that there are no photographs, videos or social media posts on the internet which would contravene the code of conduct. Read more »

[MF|] [ wife-sharing] [cuckquean] YOUNG LOVER – Wife sharing Literotica.

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We are in our late thirties and enjoy life to the full. We especially love hearing about husbands watching their wives being screwed by other men. My husband found it a real turn-on and often talked about seeing me with another man, although I wasn’t sure that he’d find it so exciting if it really happened.

I find young, pretty men very exciting, the androgynous kind, the ones you’re not sure whether they are male or female, and I often fantasized about being screwed by one.

Not long ago we went to a party and they’d hired a live band whose lead singer was the essence of the androgynous male for me. He was so pretty he would have walked away with any beauty title. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He might have looked like a beautiful woman but the rather large bulge in his skin-tight trousers proved he was male. He kept looking at me and each time I felt shivers running up and down my spine and I wasn’t surprised to find that my undies were wet. My husband is an astute man and he doesn’t miss a thing. I don’t know how he persuaded the fellow to join us but suddenly we were home and he was sitting in our lounge drinking. Read more »