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One hot summer night

I walk out of my own hallway and try and navigate my way through the cottage to where Mel’s room is, rubbing my eyes to try and adjust to the dark lighting. It’s warm and humid, and my lack of proper clothing lets me feel a welcoming draft against my skin. Having arrived at her room, I put my hand on the handle and carefully turn it so as to make the least noise possible. A soft *click* noise follows, and I slowly push the door open, silently hoping she’s not awake. I take a quick peek around the edge, but my eyes aren’t fully adjusted to the darkness, so it’s hard to see anything properly. Despite this, there’s no stirring noises or anything else that would indicate I woke her up, so I push the door open all the way and take a step inside the room. That’s when my eyes finally adjust to the light and I’m able to see her fully – and I freeze completely.

She’s lying on her side facing away from me, on top of the sheets, almost every inch of her body exposed. A very faint moonlight shines through the window, casting shadows through the room and illuminating the thin sheen of sweet on her skin. Read more »

Businessman and the Barista (MF/Light BDSM)

Seeing you walk through the door was always the best part of my day. No matter how long the line up was, I always took a minute to drink you in. I know you worked in the office tower near by, your impeccable suits gave it away. Today you were in a dark charcoal suit that had been tailored to fit your muscular frame. The white shirt making your smile even brighter as your eyes found mine. I do not know what drew you to me, we are complete opposites. You are a picture of sophistication and elegance; I am down to earth and covered in tattoos. Yet every day you seek me out, causing me to fumble orders and noticeably blush.

I am wearing my usual barista uniform, worn jeans and boots paired with a snug fitting black t shirt and apron. My mop of curls is pinned back off my face, just a touch of lipstick on to draw your eyes to my full mouth. I am older than the other barista’s, most of them in university or starting out in life. I work this job to save money to open my own business, a goal I am getting close to. Read more »

I (23f) snuck into the men’s locker room at my gym

It was 9:00pm when I walked through the entrance. I showed my membership card to reception and walked toward the women’s locker room. The gym closed at 12am and I knew of most of the regulars.

Most of us had attended classes together in the evening. They knew of me too, so I wasn’t worried about the moment they found me with my legs spread wide exposing my wet, tight pussy on the bench and a vibrator on my clit.

I’d contemplated this scenario long and hard (haha). I had my favorite powerful, pocket vibe in the side of my gym bag. I looked hot in the gym clothes I’d picked. A tight dark coral sports bra that pushed my 34C Breasts up and a pair of light coral leggings that accentuated my plump pussy lips and tight, full ass.

The idea itself had been hasty; an idea born from stuffing every one of my holes with some type of toy. I wanted it for real. Read more »

Fun at the movies [MF]

We sit down in the cinema, chatting about nothing in particular as the lights so down. We fall silent and start to watch the movie together, the same old tension bristling between us. Every time we see each other, it grows stronger and stronger, even though we are just friends. Affectionate friends, but only in the sense of hugs and hand holding, nothing more. I notice your hand facing up, silently asking for mine. I place my hand in yours and you immediately close your fingers around mine and use the grasp on my hand to pull me closer.

I cuddle into you and begin nuzzling into your neck, the movie forgotten, as well as my normal reservations around getting too close to you. Your hand finds my chin and lifts it up to look at you, and I worry I have over stepped the precarious boundaries of our friendship.

You look into my eyes and tentatively move forward to press your lips gently to mine. The kiss starts slow and sweet, but quickly becomes urgent and hungry. Forgetting where we are, my hand drops to your lap and I can feel your hardness. I fumble with your zip and try to get it open, just enough to slide my hand inside and wrap it around you. Read more »

Fun on family vacation Pt. 3 (M/F) (sneaky)

As we returned to the hotel room, I knew the game had just been amped up. Then as i sat down I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and as I take it out I see a message from her. “I can’t get over it, I need you now, in me now, me in your arms held down by your power now.” With her parents being in the same room conducting conversation with us I was powerless, but the urges were hard and heavy. After another hour of talking I began do drift asleep, after the day at the amusement park all of use were pretty exhausted. One thing missed in my slumber was that her parents were going to go out and eat and bring something back for us. I had just set up the perfect scenario for her to have her way at me. Read more »

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As the dusk gave way to nightfall, his eyes go back and forth between the dissipating florescent orange of sky and the chimes of cuckoo clock.

He had been at the door awaiting her arrival. The exact same way as always, with elevated heart rate, with abated breath, with acute ears and alert eyes. The very same eyes were now brimming with tears, tears threatening to escape his eyes. The ears now alert to slightest sound near the curb and the heart in a medley of hope and despair.

The seemingly never ending agonizing moments had finally come to an end with the faintest sound of her approaching car. The sound he had to flex his ears to listen to, the sound he had been awaiting all evening, the sound that filled his entire being with joy, the sound indicating her arrival.

Attempting to assimilate the multitude of emotions this precise moment brings about is a futile effort he no longer indulges in. Instead, he gives in to them, lets them overwhelm him, lets them awash him with pristine, unprecedented joy. The same joy with which he leaps, placing his forepaws upon her leg, welcoming her home, to him. Read more »

Expanding the family – the modern way [MMF] [cuck] [impregnation]

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“And you are completely sure about it?” Jackson’s right eyebrow rose again as he looked over to his friend, his face shimmering in the sunshine rays reflected from the lake.

“Yes. Yes, Becca and I talked about it and we are 100% sure,” Alex nodded and took a hearty sip from his beer bottle. “I mean, we’re married for ten years already, it’s about time.”

“And why don’t you yourself…?” Jackson nodded his head in the universal ‘you know what I mean’ way.

“Chickenpox in college, remember? Now, I’m still able to, but just hardly so. This and, you know, our whole lifestyle. As I said, we talked about it and decided that this would be the best way.” Alex had a half-smile on his face during the whole conversation, not bothered at all by it. “If you agree, that is.” Read more »

Mrs. Dubois and The Babysitter [Lesbian] – Early Christmas story about middle-aged housewife and teen babysitter

It was late on a Saturday morning and the curses and banging noises she heard coming from the living room were clue enough for Karen Dubois that her husband Adam had risen at long last.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she heaved a long suffering sigh.

It was hardly surprising that he should have slept in so late considering how long they’d stayed at that Christmas party the night before, or that he should be feeling more than a little under the weather this morning what with how much he’d had to drink. Getting him a glass of tap water and a bottle of the strongest painkillers they kept in the house, she headed for the next room to see what was left of her spouse.

As she walked into the room, she was expecting to find him sprawled in a limp heap in his favorite chair with all of the lamps switched off and the blinds drawn against the glare of morning sunlight reflecting off the blanket of snow outside. Adam would be moaning and groaning over the hangover he simply had to be suffering through, she was certain, and would be vehemently swearing off booze for probably the hundredth time. Karen was stopped in her tracks though when she found a surprising scene. Read more »