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The first time I made my boyfriend watch me get fucked.

My weekend ideas with my boyfriend.

I’m planning a trip out of town, maybe to somewhere neat like Vegas. Somewhere sexually charged and full of life and energy. He has had this fantasy I’ve wanted to make come true for a while now. Its going to be a complete surprise to him and he’s going to have no idea, and no control over what happens. But don’t worry, that’s what he wants.

So I’ve been playing around on this swingers app, or threesome app whatever you want to call it. I’ve been sifting through guy after guy trying to find the right one who won’t be flaky, who’s charming, attractive, and well, what girl doesn’t want a nice big cock to play with! Eventually I found this guy, let’s call him James, who was doing everything right. He was first of all, handsome, but more importantly, funny, witty and polite. When my boyfriend would go to work, I would text him on this app and get to know him and eventually I let him know what my idea was to see if he would be interested in helping fulfill mine and my boyfriend’s fantasy. I bet right now you thought I would be explaining what that fantasy was right? Hehe, well, you need to wait. I’m going to have you read it and it be a surprise just like it was for my boyfriend. Read more »

Sister-In-Law sees my cock pt. 4

One day I decided to go on a bike ride for a quick workout when I get a text from Shannon (my wife) asking me to pick up Em (SIL) from the airport at 3pm. Matt was out of town on business and Shannon got stuck at the office.

The airport is an hour away from where we live so I was kinda annoyed but agreed. I throw on my tightest spandex to show off my bulge and head on over to pick her up. As I’m approaching the airport I position my dick/bulge so that she has a clear view of it once she entered the car.

She jumped in the car with her huge tits swaying around. We start talking about her trip when all of a sudden she stopped mid-word. I look over and she’s looking at my cock. She recomposes herself and goes on a story that I really wasn’t paying attention to.

About half way home she said thanked me and told me she really appreciated the ride, and Uber would have cost her a fortune. Read more »

I had a dream about you last night

I was walking through the lobby at work. I was about to head home to start my week long vacation. The week I was supposed to spend with you. When you left I considered canceling it but it took so much to get that week I figured I might as well keep it. Maybe I could take this time to put the pieces back together and not feel like an empty shell. As I walked past a group in line I looked up and thought I saw you. No, it can’t be him, I told myself. He’s not coming and you have to move on. Then I heard my name across the crowded lobby and I looked again. It was you. My heart stopped for a moment as I walked over to you. Without a word you pulled me to you and I melted against you. I had thought about this moment for months, a moment I thought had been snatched away. I took you by the hand a led you to a tiny supply closet off the floor. No sooner had I locked the door did you have me pushed up against it. Your lips were on mine and my tongue was dancing with yours. In the span of seconds a river was forming between my legs. You always had the strongest effect on me when it came to getting me wet. You broke our kiss and both of us were gasping for air. You pulled my shirt over my head and undid my bra. I pulled off your shirt and ran my hands up your chest and over your shoulders. As I reached for your belt I softly uttered “please?” You nodded your head and I started to undo your belt and pants. You moaned softly kissing my neck as I rubbed the bulge before taking your pants down, dropping to my knees in the process. I pulled your boxers down and your cock sprang free. My mouth started watering and I looked up at you as I kissed the tip. I lick over every vein and every bump. Moaning as I finally lick the ridge of your head before taking you in my mouth. I sucked the head gently at first, swirling my tongue around then I sucked slowly down, trying to take all of you. The head hit the back of my throat and I start to gag but I don’t stop. You placed a hand in my hair and moaned and I knew, the moment we had talked about and fantasized about 100 times was finally here. I placed my hands behind my back and you used my mouth and throat. Your thick cock throat fucked me until there was drool everywhere. It was running down your cock coating your balls, it was all over my chin and tits. My senses were flooded with you. I begged for you not to stop, I loved the taste of your precum but I wanted to taste you, to suck you dry. “Soon” you whispered to me. You stood me up and pulled down my pants and you licked and sucked my nipples. You turned me around and bent me over and then you slowly entered me. My pussy was so wet there was no resistance. I cried out as you filled me and you covered my mouth with one hand, using the other to smack my ass as you started to pump in and out of me. Before long I was bracing myself against one of the shelves as you were slamming in and out of me. My moans turned into gasps and whimpers and you covered my mouth again to stifle my scream as I came on your cock. You turned me around and kissed me then said softly “now clean up your mess”. Without hesitation I was back on my knees, sucking with renewed determination eager to taste you. Finally I felt your cock twitch as you grunted and my mouth was filled with your cum. I kept my lips around your head and used my hand to milk every drop out of you. I then ran my tongue over every inch of you again, to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I stood up and we got dressed. We walked through the building and I showed you some highlights of what I do. I leaned over and kissed me “this has been wonderful but I need to get you home…now. I’m not done with you yet” I gasped as my clit spasmed at all the other things we’d talked about doing and I was eager to see what was next…teasing by fingering, driving me to the edge with oral, fucking in the shower, stretching my ass for the first time? I didn’t care what came first as long as we did it all. We got home and our hands were all over each other before we were even in the door. “I think I’m hungry” you said with a wolfish grin as we entered the kitchen. You had me hop on the counter and said “you know I love having dessert first”…..
And I woke up.

After a long hike (fm), (female POV), (sensual), (birthday), (hotel), (shy), (creampie), (wholesome)

Hi, this is the third story I’ve posted.

This one is somewhat similar to the 2nd story, but a bit longer. I don’t know if I succeeded in capturing what I wanted to in this story, but I wanted to share it nonetheless.

I appreciate all the encouragement, and feedback from everyone thus far, it really does mean a lot to me! Do not worry, I have no intention of stopping any time soon :)

Of course, if you have any feedback, or comments, please let me know! I would love to hear what you think.

Onto the story!

You finally just get back to your hotel room. Both you and him got up early in the morning to go hiking, and are now thoroughly sore, and tiered. It was worth it though. He can’t seem to stop smiling, despite being sore. You know how much he loves hiking, and it warms your heart to see him so happy, so content.

As you enter the room, you both take your muddy boots off at the door, and immediately begin stripping off your dirty clothes, until only your underwear remains. Read more »

The wet flannel (F19)

In past relationships i had always been scared to try new things. Scared of sex, scared of irreversibility. But this year all i have been afraid of is all the “what ifs”. I decided that I wanted to try everything once. And that’s how it started.

I was bound by rope, and had my pussy played with by his strong fingers, struggling to hold back my moans. We were meant to be quiet but i was lost in euphoria, and he was left with no choice. Before i knew it i was being choked and told to shut the fuck up. I tried as hard as I could but the playing just got more intense. He finally entered his hard cock into me and my eyes rolled back. Feeling my lips grip around him, tightening as he thrusted into me. I could feel myself starting to cream as i moaned out. His hand still wrapped around my neck. His eyes staring into mine. Read more »

Professional (mis)conduct [MF]

I was reluctant to hire my new employee at first. Not because she had such a stellar track record and glowing reviews at the tender age of 20, but because I wasn’t sure I could concentrate around her. As I was in charge of the company, I made a significant effort to not let external factors such as appearance influence my hiring decisions, and up till then I hadn’t. However, in this case, I found it hard to not get lost in her. The way her slim figure hugged her dress, her hips beckoning out, and her soft red hair falling on her pale skin. My wife hadn’t found out about any of my affairs yet, and I’d promised myself not to give in again, but as much of a challenge as this new girl posed to me, I knew I couldn’t reject her for making me lose control of my thoughts. Read more »

Work in progress still. Part one

Excerpt from my erotica unknown title

Plot: I am a slave and you are my master. Full story contains spanking, bdsm, cursing, anal, and double penetration.

Part one: On the morning of February, the 1st, You had announced that you had planned an amazing day for me.

You of course refused to share any of the details for my “amazing day’ with me and instead handed me over to one of your maids so that I could be properly prepared.

I soon discovered that preparing me meant the maid brushing my teeth, washing me thoroughly and shaving me till the only hair left was the ones on my pretty little head. After they were finished grooming me, I assumed that I was prepared for my “amazing day”, however, I soon discovered that I was wrong.

The maid grabbed me by the arm, escorted me down to the foyer and told me to place my arms behind my back so she could tie them. Then she opened a drawer and produced enough ropes to make me helpless. The ropes went tightly around my wrists and elbows, immobilizing my arms in a box tie. The skill and efficiency at tying my arms, they must have tied people like this before. Read more »

Tease

He is instantly hard when i touch him. I am instantly wet when I’m around him. I felt his cock jump in my hands as he produced a delicious spurt of precum. Watching him put his fingers in his mouth after he sunk them inside me was surreal and so very hot: he sucked my wetness off and closed his eyes, telling me how good i taste. I kissed him again– it doesn’t get old, and the myriad ways he’s caressed my mouth with his lips and tongue are as desirable as his hands kneading my ass and on my sex. His warmth is intoxicating, i am drunk on his scent, swooning in the crook of his neck and drowning in pleasures i haven’t even fully realized. I ask him what it sounds like when he comes and his answer thrills me: loud. So loud the neighbors hear him. He waits and teases himself so that he comes hard to the thought of my release and the way it might smell, taste, and feel. I tell him i say his name every time and he kisses me again, pausing to rasp my name in a drawn out exhale. He says it too. Always. I wonder if he thinks about the first time i shoved my ass into his crotch, how his rough hands flipped my leggings down, just under the cheeks, and how he stared at the disappearing line of my thong. Did he know he whispered the need to rip it away? Did he see his hands grasping my waist as if to control his entry? I think about the ridged head of his cock that i caressed after unzipping his fly, about my mouth moving over his shaft, thwarted by the thin material of his boxer briefs, the heady scent, and the picture of him ejaculating onto his chest the next morning…a picture he almost (but didn’t) send to me. He tells me he had a vivid dream but won’t tell me what it was…”I’m keeping that one for myself,” but he tells me the fantasy of fucking me in his kitchen, and that he’d go down on me until i come in his mouth with his two fingers inside me, drawing them out and and slowly putting himself inside me as i shake. He says I don’t know how badly he wants to be inside me, but i can’t even walk after his mouth works hot kisses over mine and he sucks and pinches my nipples with delightful firm pressure. Drunk or sober i want him. “It’s worse when we’re sober, it’s too real,” he says. I know this is the truth as i watch us maneuver not to touch or look at each other in public, fearing our eagerness will show. When we’re alone he tells me I’m a magnet. My hands ARE eager–i run them over the muscles of his back and shoulders, through the vanilla- bourbon of his beard, and along the frustrating waistband of his pants. I am in a reverie when I’m around him. I want to luxuriate in the perfect fit of our bodies and i want to feel more than his hands and mouth placed perfectly on my skin, i want to feel the eager length of him inside me and i want to come for him and let him taste my desire, my lust, my respect and admiration for him, and that thing i cannot say.

Adonis and the goddesses(F/M/F), (threesome) , (Greek myth retelling)

This is a short piece based on the story of Adonis, Persephone and Aphrodite. Don’t expect mythological accuracy, lol. Feedback is appreciated.

As Aphrodite descended to the underworld, she felt her heart beat faster in anticipation. She recalled the moment twenty years ago when she had a vision of the baby she held in her arms all grown up, grown into the most beautiful man the world had ever seen, a man coveted by mortals and gods alike. She called the protective instinct that came over her when she thought of him being coveted by a goddess. Love affairs between gods and mortals rarely ended well for the mortal. She decided to take him to the underworld, to be raised by Persephone, far from the lustful gazes of lecherous Olympians. She thought of his sensuous form she had seen in the vision, and smiled. Of course, it was a different matter if she was the Olympian in question. After all, what was the point of being the goddess of beauty and love if she couldn’t have whoever she wanted? Read more »