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Fucked Hard After Date [MF] [Tongue Split] [Kink] [BDSM] [Creampie] [Anal] [Fisting]

It was such a nice date night. I swing open the door and stumble, tipsy, to the bed. My feet had barely escaped my heels when you grabbed a fist full of my hair and growled in my ear “show daddy what’s under that skirt”. Your growl was so deep, I immediately felt warmth rush to my pussy. I hadn’t worn any panties on our date, and you knew that. Now it was time for the show.

Still tipsy and a little cocky, I lean back and open my legs. Your breath quickens at the sight of my cunt..pink, and getting wetter by the second. I lock eyes with you and lick my lips. In that instant, you lose it. You catch sight of my tongue…or should I say, tongues? I had my tongue split in two because I always aim to please.
You waste no time straddling me, with your knees on either side of my head. Your huge cock is pressing through your jeans and I feel it throb as I lower your zipper. It springs out and I grab your long shaft in my hand, steadying it as I swirl my tongues around your head. Over, under, down the sides. I tease you slowly and painfully, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Suddenly, you grab the back of my head and face-fuck me. Hard. I struggle to breathe as your thick erection fills my airway and my eyes well up with tears. I love it. You guide my head forcefully up and down your shaft, again and again. I deepthroat you for as long as I can as my makeup runs. Read more »

[MF] How I caught his attention in the dressing room [Public Sex]

There’s something to be said about the age of Covid. The new culture of face masks has altered my perceptions of what I notice in men. As a college student, my own personal life seems to have been turned upside down with social distancing and virtual learning turning me into a hermit from real life.

I firmly believe in keeping myself and everyone else safe. When I go out nowadays, it’s instinctual to put my mask on. When I decided to go shopping during the weekend, seeing people in the stores felt good. I never realized how horny for men I got when I saw a guy walking down an aisle in a store. It made it even more mysterious when you see a handsome man who’s wearing a mask. Seeing only his eyes, then his body, I become so desperate for human contact.

I had gone to this clothing store known for cheap mainstream fashion, about the budget I was up for. I wasn’t looking for more sweatpants and Zoom-wear. I saw a nice blue mini-dress with some very cute straps and back detailing. I felt like I had to try it on. Picking up a few more items, I had a handful walking around the women’s section until it reached the area bordering the men’s. Read more »

The Ethereal Bond Pt. 3 [Voyeur F->MF] [DWP]

Part 2 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/it0qm7/the_ethereal_bond_pt_2_mf_dwp/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

In the interest of providing some explicit sex scenes without forcing plot progression, I’ve decided to do a flashback. I’m thinking of sprinkling these in every few parts or so. We’ll see!

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Abigail stared out the window. She’d been in this house so long, and been alone the whole time. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. People had occupied the house before James, but she was never able to talk to them. There had been a few interactions between her and occupants, but most of them were what people would typically refer to as odd coincidences. Unbeknownst to them that these situations were actually supernatural. Abby reminisced about the time when Jenny and Taylor lived there.

Jenny and Taylor Langley were a naive, young couple who occupied the house just before James bought it. They found it on a real estate site and we’re excited by the price. Most people would be weary about the price of the home, the age, and the general feeling of unease others experienced when visiting, but they went for it. Read more »

The Room

I did not sleep at all last night. I kept thinking about that text from that unknown number. It may have been marked as spam on my phone but I know exactly where it came from. It read, “Friday, corner of 54th and Regal road. 4 o’clock. ‘Til Dawn” I didn’t think it would happen and my mind rushed with horror, curiosity, excitement and arousal.

It started about a month ago I was browsing through some kinky pages on my Instagram and let’s say I was in far and also far down one of my favorite pages. I love the way those girls were dressed and the way they are submissive. Some might think too kinky and be turned off from the tight clothing or the ropes. The men stand dressed and stoic looking down at their pet girls. What they gain from it, I don’t know, but I do know they are satisfied. I was near my satisfaction myself when I accidentally liked their post from maybe a year and a half ago, “oh shit,” I said, then the rush came closer and closer “OH SHIT, oh shit ooohhh god fuck!” I pulled my pillow over my face so my neighbor Andy wouldn’t get any more ideas. It was one time I swear. Read more »

Your body

I got to admit your body is really thought provoking.
It fills my mind with ideas of pleasure and lust.
Seeing myself kissing your luscious lips, going down to your neck, continuing further to your breasts, sucking on each one for as long as I want. Then I continue my journey downwards , kissing your tummy, making it tickle with excitement, until I reach the spot you really want me to be at. But I’m a tease, so I turn to your inner thighs and start biting them gently getting even closer to her, until you can feel my warm breath teasing you even more. I kiss her for brief second making your whole body tingle with pleasure. I keep doing that until you are begging for my lips and tongue to give you that sweet, sweet release…

Beautiful Mess

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Daddy’s Naughty Daughters, Chap 3 [Incest]

Crissy laying quietly in bed, the curtains on the window parted, the moon lighting the room in erotic shadows. Her legs were spread, the sheet kicked off her slim body.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, rubbing her hands over her nightie, squeezing her tits through the thin sexy material. “Whatta day.”

She slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms, stroking her pussy while thinking of her sister’s mouth sucking frantically at her cunt. “Ooooh, God.”

It had been a fantastic day of sex with her sister. They had made it together in every room in the house after their father had gone out. Crissy squeezed her thighs together. Warm pussy-cream oozed from her fuckhole, coating her fingers as she wondered if she should go into Tammy’s room and wake her up. She decided not to. Tomorrow would be another day and their father would be gone again.

Douglas tiptoed down the hall, and he peeked into Crissy’s room. His gut churned as he watched his youngest teenaged daughter play with herself. In seconds, his prick was throbbing, aching painfully in the tight confines of his pants. He found that his breathing was raspy, shallow. He fought his lust and hunger for his young daughter, but couldn’t tear himself away from the door. He had to watch. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst time with Lily (Part 1/2) [Cheating] [No Penetration] [Cliffhanger]

My name’s David, and this story takes place nearly a decade ago when I was 21. For a brief period of time I was sleeping with my OG high school crush, Lily. Lily and I had always been close friends in high school, but owing to my own nerdy demeanor and bad timing with our other relationships we had never actually gotten together during our teens. Like a lot of guys, I didn’t find my confidence until University, when girls started noticing and hitting on me for the first time.

Lily was an absolutely bombshell. 5′ 9″ (somewhat shorter than my 5′ 11″) with alabaster skin in contrast to her crimson red hair and sharp green eyes. Her classic hourglass frame and plush D breasts made her the subject of many people’s attention – guys and girls alike. She was the most outgoing bisexual girl I ever had the pleasure of seeing romantically, and was simultaneously flirty but dismissive in a way that just made everyone around her crave more of her attention. Read more »

The Big Easy May Not Be So Easy…

The time had been set for noon, when the sun was swollen to its fullest in the bright Saturday sky. It was now 11:00 am, and her hotel was within walking distance of the Audubon, allowing enough time to stop and grab a bite to eat on the way. If the events ahead were anything like what she had imagined them to be, she would need sustenance for energy. She located a diner, ordered and finished half a sandwich, and continued downtown.

When she reached Louisa Street, she stopped. Ahead of her were two large black iron gates opening into the St. Vincent de Paul Cemetery. Like all cemeteries in New Orleans, this one was tightly packed full of raised tombs. She stared, observing the white, weathered buildings and oxidized iron crosses topping practically every monument, and her mind wandered, forming a fantasy. This required her to meet him between the maze of mausoleums where she imagined him grabbing her, pulling her inside the confinements of a burial vault, and frenziedly fucking her amid the cold decay of concrete. Both of their bodies grinding in succession, blanketed by shadows as a single window radiated light toward them, highlighting the sweat glistening in a layer over their pale skin. If there were a bench inside, she would force him onto it, straddle him reversely by placing her legs on the outside of his and thrust herself onto the rigid shaft presenting itself from his lap. Neither cared about the death lying a few feet away; their sole focus was on extracting the hot, sweet fluids seething within each other’s groin. Read more »