What’s wrong with the men here ? Where are your fucking balls ?

Okay what the fuck is wrong with you men , not to sound desperate or as an attention seeker , but seriously where is the dominating personality where is that animal in you that wants to dominate ruin control a life in your hands , where the fuck are your balls , I couldn’t find a man just some boys who should have been born with pussies .

And hi , I am 20 years old and I was sexually assaulted by my teacher for 2 years which finally lead to rape , this should have made me a victim but there was a total different change on me . I can no longer get off on simple fucking videos I need the twisted elements in it to make me feel horny. I like to talk with men how will they dominate me , how they plan to ruin me if I give up.the control , how will they rape me all these fucked up scenarios , and I am here for the same reason again . I am finding such a guy who can play these scenarios with me and make me lost control and make me an addict , well I am already an addict , make me addict to you.

[MMMF] [mature] [group] [anal] MILF IN A MINI – A wild and sometimes torrid sex story of one liberal middle-aged couple’s seduction of two young hotel employees.

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After my rather drunken night, I was a little apprehensive about going down to breakfast and seeing Alex the young waiter or Nick the barmen, with whom hubby Alan had shared me the previous night. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind – that it would be all over the hotel, that has had a bit of fun with an older woman they would treat me as a bit of a joke or a slut.

Hubby had reassured me that he had been up for it as much as I had and he had really enjoyed himself – perhaps even too much as he was more dead than alive.

For myself, when I woke, I was tired and my body felt as if it had been trampled by a herd of elephants. I was still in my garter belt and stockings although the latter were laddered and the former covered in dried cum as were my breasts, hair, and pubic hair. The memories came flooding back of a night when for the first time in my life I had set absolutely no limits and really let myself go.

The COVID Blues – Getting Out Of A Sexual Funk [M/F] [True Story]

2020 has been challenging for everyone. There has been a lack of motivation within our household – I mean, look at our post history from last year. It is a bit lackluster, to say the least. One thing we should have been talking about but haven’t in a sexual slump we’ve had. Amy and I have both been dealing with bouts of depression, and therefore sex has been a rare activity. However, it is now 2021, and our drought came to an end. That isn’t to say our troubles are over, just by the drop of a ball in Times Square. This was just a nice, steamy story I wanted to share with anyone who may also be struggling through this pandemic or for many other reasons. I hope you enjoy it.

The night of New Years Day, we had put our little dog to sleep. This is another reason we’ve had issues with being sexual. He has some separation anxiety, and it’s hard to be in the mood while he is whimpering in the other room. However, he was sound asleep. Amy leaned over and kissed me and said, “You know, I’m feeling a bit frisky tonight. How about we try going out into the living room?” The two of us slowly and quietly slid off the bed and tiptoed out into the living room. Once there, Amy turned into an animal.

On the Balcony [MF]

They entered the fancy apartment and she was overwhelmed by its vast size, and taken aback by the simple furnishings. She would have expected more opulence as they were in one of the most expensive locations in the area, but knowing him better now, the simplicity of the grey fabric sofas and muted wooden kitchen suited him. There was an open plan living, kitchen and dining area, but her attention was immediately drawn to the floor to ceiling windows the spanned the entire length of the room. Even though it was dark outside, as it was a clear night the view was spectacular. The almost-full moon shone brightly onto the gently lapping waves below, creating glittering patterns with the water’s movement.

‘Wow.’ She couldn’t help but breath out a gentle exclamation at the beautiful sight. He chuckled slightly at her reaction as he walked over to the kitchen area. She was motionless by the front door, mesmerised by the view.

‘Would you like a glass of red wine?’ He asked, waking her from her daydreams.

Dejavu [M] [F] [Str8]

You bask in your shower, naked. Letting the water wash your troubles away. The pounding water beating on your soft white skin. Lathering yourself well, anticipating of what’s to cum, thinking of memories past. You hear a commotion just outside, things being set & shuffled, but you pay no attention. You feel the door open, a breeze catches underneath the shower curtain giving you a slight shudder. A shadow hovers over the curtain. It’s me. Bare naked.

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I slide in, watching the water beat your body, the steam rises. I grab you by the waist, lust consuming me. Kissing you deeply, my tongue travels down your throat. My hands wander. Groping breasts, grabbing twat. You automatically lift one leg to provide me a better angle. My hand hungrily rushes in. Twisting & gyrating my hand into you, my head drops to meet your clit. The water from the shower cascading off the both of us. Steam rising.

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Flirting at the pool [FF]

I’ve always liked swimming, and now I regularly take my daughter to the leisure pool. She enjoys splashing around in the water, and I enjoy having some chilled time chatting with the other mums.

I also like the attention I sometimes receive. I might be happily married, but a little harmless flirting can be fun.
Mostly it’s just men trying to check me out, or wink at me. On occasion they might approach me to try and chat me up. I’m not offended by it, and just politely say I’m married. 
If anything, it can be exciting to know I can still get the attention off men.

I try to keep fit, but I do still have a few curvy areas, and so I’ll often wear a one-piece swimsuit. It’s more flattering and helps to cover the problem areas.
It also makes my 36D breasts look great, without be too obvious about showing them off.

As we go quite regularly, we often see the same faces, and I’ve come to know many of the other mums. But one day, there was a new face I didn’t recognise.

Train ride and the consequence.

( 41 F) Two years ago i was traveling to… I Will not tell you where. In Europe, its all you need to know.

I was suppose to be on airplane but fog on airport made me use the train. My afternoon flight become an overnight train trip.
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I figured , i am there by morning, Job done, right on time for afternoon flight back
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Luck would have it , that day was a big football game and couch and first clas seats where all sold out. I had to go second class. The train was packed with people. Mostly fans returning from the game. An hour into the trip, a fight broke out. Train stoped at a station. Police come in. Riot police. Soon the train was emptied and only few of us come back in. All of the sudden, I had the whole coupé for my self. All 6 seats.

We where stationary for next hour. I spent my time watching out of window as police officers rounded up what they called huligans.
At one point tree boys come in. They looked normal, clean. Not like some of the crowd outside.
One of them politely asked if they can join me. Apparently, they got separated from their group. Rest of them was suppose to wait for busses to be feried out and they did not want that.
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Slaves Of Darkness: Of Mighty Alysr 1

Quick Disclaimer: I have never posted anything I wrote, but I thought to give it a try as I’d like to practice writing and stretch my imagination – sexy bits are a plus to keep myself hooked on the project! XD

I’ll try to develop this into a cohesive story arc

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“ Beware, child, of the nights in this city” rasped the old greasy ferryman.

I could easily guess how many drinks he chugged of whatever concoction he was smuggling.

I look at him and, mustering all the condescense I am able, I raise an inquiring brow.

“ It’s the knights, my child, the knights…”

He had this way of talking, oozing the words out like he was puking them.

Only such a distasteful presence could worsen the bleak landscape our raft was traveling through.

I cross my legs as I wait for him to continue: “ Bewick used to be a fine town before their new master took over”

I almost scoff at that word: “ Fine? You must be talking about your ‘ business’. I heard of nothing but boondocks and slums this south of Dolonde.”

Backseat Rider Mil[F] Part 2

And I did indeed take control. Although not as a parent, but as a horny slut.

I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously my son had been controlling.

Suddenly it wasn’t my son forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition… because I wanted to… because I wanted him… although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.

I needed to bounce on his cock and do it hard.

I needed to ride it fast.

I needed it slamming into me. I didn’t need to make love, I needed to fuck.

Yet I couldn’t do any of those things without completely giving away to my husband the shocking truth of what we were doing.

Suddenly my phone, which I had by now put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.

I looked at it.

Fuck, I love you, Mommy.

Reading those five words… reading the most sweet, endearing… innocent even… term for being a mother… and I was a quivering, needy mess.

I couldn’t deny that I felt something powerful even as his cock slowly moved within me, even as I stared at those tender words. Talk about your mixed signals!

[FF] [seduction] [Asian] [rom] THE SEDUCTION OF YUI – A beautiful and romantic erotic story of a mentor’s seduction of her student.

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Yui was 22 years old when she joined the agency last year. She was now approaching her 23rd birthday, as well as her first actual shoot with another girl. She had done numerous swimwear and non-nude shoots in the agency’s various studios and locations and was now looking forward to a shoot with a narrative.

Yui’s day began at 7 AM. After two hours of makeup, costuming, and adjusting lighting, the shoot was ready to begin. The brief for this shoot was that Yui was a high school student, and Ayaka was the teacher. There was to be some very light and inferred lesbian sexual activity that did not involve nudity. Yui was not so much nervous about the lesbian content, indeed, she had realized back in her own high school days that she thoroughly enjoyed looking at and touching her best friend, on whom she had a huge crush. No, she was more nervous about getting all of the professional elements right. Ayaka, five years older and a lot more experienced, had been her mentor and trainer, and now she was to be her seducer.