1st person male & Female…I wrote this for my husband while he was at bootcamp & was told it may be appreciated here too

I want you to push me down and slowly trace your hot breath around my neck, kissing my jawline ever so lightly. Get me squirming and whining for more. When I arch my back, scoop your hand under and press me closer into you and up against your rock hard cock while you look in my eyes that are begging for it. Trace your tongue around my lips and barely bite them.

As I start to move faster, pull away slightly and tease me. Caress down my collar bone and tell me I have to wait. Drive me wild, you’re in control. Trace around my titties with your tongue while you slowly slide your hand back and forth from each thigh to the other, teasing my pussy more and more each time you pass by it. Start brushing your fingers across each of my pussy lips, one by one, up and down until I’m dripping wet and pleading with you to just fuck me already. Spread my lips apart making me think I’m finally going to get it then grab my hips while you Iick your way from my tummy back up to my neck and behind my ears.

Ebony Lesbian Cheats w/ Father-In-Law’s Thick, White Member

I (22f) always thought I was a lesbian. Sure I dated men in the past but after experimenting with women in college, I found my soulmate in grad school, or so I thought…

My partner (23f) and I had been dating for almost two months before she introduced me to her dad (51m). She and I met in my new town once I moved for grad school out-of-state. I did not really have any support so my girlfriend invited me into her life and wanted me to meet to her big family who lived nearby.

Because of COVID, we decided to make introductions one-on-one with each of her family to make sure everyone was safe. The first person she introduced me to was her dad. He looked like her, or rather she looked like him. Though she was tall with sturdy build and defined facial features, her dad looked the same but older, more seasoned and was giving off some strong DILF vibes.

[JOI, CFNM] I gave my landlord JOI

So my LL is a pretty decent guy, I mean he has his quirks but I think it’s endearing. I was looking for a place after moving to Florida from abroad & he was super understanding.

All I had with me was 4 luggages & a bunch of cash & a good rec from a friend. I showed up to see the condo unit wearing a long floral sundress but obviously no bra or panties because I had a 22h flight so I couldn’t be bothered to rummage through everything. I didn’t realize my tits were coming through the sides until I caught my reflection in the glass door. I was embarrassed!

I looked over to see if he had noticed my little nipple slip…he quickly averted his eyes as I locked with him in that moment.
“Well that’s just great”, I thought to myself, “now he thinks I’m a slut”.

I walked the the unit tugging on my dress to prevent more slips & my LL is standing a ways away giving me some space and chatting awkwardly about the granite countertops I’m brushing my hands across.

I’m Going To Break You

You’ve been staring at me for far too long with that look. From across the room. Granted, it’s a meeting room, and you have to be here, and we work together, and you have a boyfriend.
But I know that look.
So sweet cheeks, just know one thing. When the company party happens next month, I’m going to arrange some things.
Then I am going to flirt with you. I’ll make sure your boyfriend is shitfaced and goes home early. I’ll make sure you need a ride.
And I’ll make sure you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are going to fulfill your fantasies with me, tonight, right now.
Then I am going get on the interstate. And drive to my house. Where a room will be awaiting us. But before you see it, I’m going to make you so horny you will be begging for me to use you.
I will edge you. For an eternity. I will bring a heartbeat to your wet pussy and pull my hand away. I will torment you. Again and again and again.
Then I will fucking flood you in such a heavy succession of orgasms you will not know what hit you. Your gratitude will be at an all time high.
You will have at least 5 orgasms. Clitoral and vaginal.
You will be so happy.
So grateful.
So fulfilled.
And yes, so vulnerable.
And then I’m going to Use you.
I’m going to convince you it’s a fun idea to get bound up. I’m going to make you think it was your idea. I’m going to pretend I don’t want to do it. But that I will do it for you.
And then, as I tie the last knot. I’m going to make you my whore and ruin your tight little virgin ass and make you love it. I’m going to make you cum from an ass fucking. I’m going to make you beg me to fuck you harder. I’m going to make you scream.
I’m going to break you. Then…
I’m going to make you again.
In the mold I want you.

I want to be a submissive

I’ve been single for a long time and recently I’ve been watching more porn than usual I will admit. I’ve always prided myself on being the dominant party in relationships and I’ve always loved this role.

However recently the idea of being strapped to a bed whilst my male counter party inserts toys into my wet cum soaked pussy while gripping my throat, has really been turning me on.

So this furthers my point after years of believing I would always be a Dom I find myself wanting to be dominated.

So let me tell you my ideal fantasy

I want to be tied to a bed by my ankles and my wrists. A ball gag is a must I want to be spat on and told how I am a dirty little slut. I then want you to rip my thong and fish nets off me leaving my wet dripping pussy out on show. I want you to use all different toys and slowly insert them in to my pussy and my ass hole watching as I tighten up. Then once I’m about to cum I want you to stop and make me beg for you cock to fuck me so hard I can’t control myself I want to scream for more as you pound it into me. Then once I’ve asked and you’ve given permission I want to come all over your cock.

Sword fight – (MF/MMF bi cuckold)

Alissa was a little flirty that night. She showed up to our college party house with her tight white tshirt ripped down the middle so her cleavage was out all night. Alissa was about 5 foot 2 and skinny. She wore dark black glasses that gave her a Librarian look. We were both 19 and I was living with a few buds at a college house in Maryland.

She didn’t wear a bra and had small boobs and short hair and we had been seeing each other for six months or so.

She was especially flirty with my friends that night but I never thought twice as she always came upstairs with me. She nudged me to go upstairs with her and I followed obediently.

Instead of going into my room, she pulled me into the single bathroom on the second floor. It was kind of naughty because we still had a handful of people downstairs drinking and carrying on.

She turned the shower on and got me undressed told me to get in. Alissa quickly stripped and joined me. I reached out of the shower and locked the door when she got on her knees.

Miss Martìn’s spell (FF) (university) (edging) (masturbation) (long)

I cracked my knuckles in the quiet classroom. No one noticed as the professor was explaining… something, surely. I crossed my legs under the desk and squeezed my thighs together: that heat just wouldn’t go away. As much as I liked Miss Martìn’s lessons, I could not wait to go home and have a little privacy. I put the pen down and adjusted my thigh highs back over the knee, then gave a quick glance around: everyone seemed to be following the lecture or using their phones. I grabbed the sides of my black panties and shifted them around a bit: my pussy cooled down for exactly one second, then resumed her tantrum. The clock on my phone just wouldn’t display that 11:30. Just another half hour, and another lecture, and the bus ride home.

“For fuck’s sake.” I sighed softly and bit my lips. I couldn’t wait for that long! My panties were probably already soaked. Fourteen minutes to the end of the lesson.

“Miss, in the back.” I raised my head, finding the professor’s gaze right on mine. “Was that message really that important, Miss Boyle?” Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw people carefully lowering their phones: why the hell was she angry at me!

My friendship with Stephanie [FF]

This is a follow-up to a previous story, but I’ll write a quick recap.

I met Stephanie a couple of years ago when at the leisure pool with my daughter. She was new to town and visiting the pool for the first time. After an initial interaction and some friendly chat, we quickly found ourselves joking with each other as if we were old friends, but there was a hint of something more, a chemistry, an attraction.

This led to some flirting when we later bumped into each other again in the showers, and some playful looks when in the locker room.
We exchanged numbers and have been good friend since.

But the friendship hasn’t just been platonic. We found out that we’d both had bi experiences in the past, and although I was married and she was looking for a boyfriend to settle down with, there was a spark between us.

At first we didn’t know how to proceed, so we just behaved like normal friends. We met regularly at the pool, went to the park, had the occasional girls night out, etc. She is a little older than me, but she is fun and friendly so quickly fit into my friendship circle.

Seeking to have my sexual fantasies become reality in written form…

Well you read the header and although I’m going to do my best to restrain my twisted sense of humour for the sake of sending a serious message, one or two quips might inevitably slip out. So my apologies in advance. But I am serious.

Where did the true writers go? Not the hobbyists who have just watched too much porn and think telling me how “hard id slide my cock in your wet wet puzzy” is somehow literature? Not the amateurs who have gotten a few hits on literotica, whose grammar and formatting is so putrid it looks like dyslexia threw up on their page. No, I don’t want the pretenders anymore: I want Tyson. I want a damn CONTENDER.

I’m talking erotica with worlds so fully realized with a bevy of detail so rich, I could walk it blind and still find my way back to bed…. wording and vocabulary so eloquent and refined that it’s as if an Oxford professor was texting me. I want an expert of the written arts that knows their way around passion, around storytelling…. around the beauty of the naked body.

drooling and tribbing [lesbian] [female written]

i’ve always had a bit of an oral fixation, and often grab my lovers’ fingers during sex to suck, chew or make myself gag on them. with the mask mandate in effect, i got myself a leather strapped ball gag so i could hide it underneath my cloth mask in public to get myself worked up. well, it worked. i got so horny running errands that i had to strip down and grind on my gf last night when i got home.

we tribbed out wet pussies together until we came over and over. then, we put the vibrator between us and teased each other turning it up and down, driving each other wild. every once in a while i would lift off from her, lean down and drip my drool from the gag all over her pussy. she moaned as the bubbly spit dripped down her swollen clit and pussy lips. this of course drove me wild ? i also leaned on her forehead while i rode her with the vibrator between us, and felt i was christening her with my spit on her forehead. i loved having my mouth stretched wide open and helpless to the stream of drool ?