Being watched [Mutual Masturbation][Voyeur] PT2

I make my way down to my daily coffee spot and think, “Shit man don’t blow this. You didn’t see anything.” There is she is, as I move through the line I start seeing her nipples grow harder I would so love to have those in my mouth I give her my order. Suddenly “Tim” is called. I just happen to turn around as she holds up my coffee and winks. Oh, this could be interesting.

I walk up and get my coffee, and she says, “By the way, I’m Jane.”

I reply, “Hi, Jane, I’m Tim, although you know that already.” As I start turning shades of red, I see she is blushing as well.

We continue chit chat, and she whispers, “I’ll get home around 10pm tonight winks.” Well, if that is code for a show that damn it, I will be sure to give Jane a show damn it.

After what seemed like more hours than I care to count, it was getting closer to “Show” time as I smile colossal grin. Along with my cock starting to grow harder in my shorts. I get ready like nothing is going on, towel, lube almost showtime.

Sneaking Back [FM][cheating][anal][creampie]

The sun was setting and the sky was growing darker as Hellen raced through the suburbs. She hadn’t stopped thinking about the intensity of the experience of the night before. The threesome between her, her husband, and their friend Brian, had been something she had never even known she had wanted. After it happened she relished in the excitement, but something had been bothering her. The way Brian had looked at her, touched her, the thrill of her husband watching as he gave her pleasure, it was intoxicating.

When Brian texted her the very next day, she felt a tingle that she couldn’t deny. He asked her to come over that evening for some more fun, but this time, she would come alone.

As soon as Hellen arrived at Brian’s house, she felt her heart racing, and she hurried to his door. She had made sure to wear her sexiest denim mini skirt and a tight white t-shirt with no bra. Her dark hair was pinned up in a messy bun, and her makeup was subtle. She wanted to appear casual, but also seductive for her first night alone with him behind her husband’s back.

Please help me find the book “Trapped and Trained” by Christy Anderson

Hello!

“Trapped and Trained” by SissyIndy on Literotica is one of my most favorite online stories ever: [https://www.literotica.com/s/trapped-and-trained-ch-01](https://www.literotica.com/s/trapped-and-trained-ch-01)

Unfortunately it stops after Chapter 18 and has never been finished.

But i found this book online by Christy Anderson: [https://www.amazon.com/Trapped-Trained-Christy-Anderson/dp/1494498847](https://www.amazon.com/Trapped-Trained-Christy-Anderson/dp/1494498847)

Unfortunately the short summary sounds rather mystical and im not sure if it’s really the same story. But there is strong evidence that it might be. So i want to try my luck. Sadly I didn’t find the book anywhere available anymore. Does anyone know or could find out where to purchase/find the full version? It doesn’t care, in which format: paperback, e-book, pdf…whatever. (although i would prefer an online version)

Regarding to this link ([https://www.goodreads.com/work/editions/41031929-trapped-and-trained](https://www.goodreads.com/work/editions/41031929-trapped-and-trained)) there was an online version (kindle/e-book) available too. I also found it here: [https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781494498849](https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781494498849)

I already asked Smashwords Edition and they answered: “Although we did publish a version of this book for the author, they have since unpublished it in our system (and closed their account with us)”.I also asked Amazon for help but they also couldn’t help me and just told me that the book wasn’t available right now. They adviced me to contact the author, but it’s hard find contact details therefore.

Alone time- a woman’s first experience of masturbating [F] [mast]

It had been such a long week in work. I was up to my eyes every day, but Friday was the worst day by far. Everything that could go wrong did. So by the time I got home I was wrecked, all I wanted to do was sit down and watch a good film and have a few drinks with my husband. I had gotten us a Chinese takeaway and a few bottles of wine on my way home. When I got in I left the bags on the table and ran upstairs to change into my pj’s . I called out to my husband to put the food out but there was no answer. When I came back down stairs I found a note on the table. It was from Tom, it said that he had to go out with clients for the night and that I wasn’t to wait up.

I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it, I’d just have to drink all the wine by myself. So I put some of the food onto a plate and opened the wine. I poured myself a big glass of it and went into the sitting room to watch a nice chick flick and enjoy my meal.

Black Vinyl [FF, MC, Fetish] (Part 2 of 2)

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Angela couldn’t figure out why Kathryn hadn’t come by with her car yet. She was expecting to make the car swap an hour ago. Then she’d have plenty of time to get to the salon for her nail appointment before her date.

Well, could it really be called a date. She was meeting up with the guy from last night. Surprisingly, because she never extended one night stands past a one night stand. But he was so hot, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity for an encore.

The only problem was she was supposed to me him at St. Jack’s bar, and currently she had no car.

Angela had called Kathryn at least a dozen times in the past half hour, and if she called anymore it would just serve to get her more worked up. Where could the girl have gone! She wasn’t even answering her cell phone.

In a haze of frustration, Angela calmed down enough that it occurred her that something may have happened to Kathryn. A part of her hoped it didn’t happen while Kathryn was in her car. But she had her own car, and there’s no reason for Kath to have been driving hers today.

Black Vinyl [FF, MC, Fetish] (Part 1 of 2)

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Lights and sound saturated the room. The lights pulsed and reflecting off mirrored walls and spinning balls, sending beams and spots swirling around the room in time with the music. The sound throbbed and rhythm moved through all the bodies. The nightclub was alive with an abundance of stimulus that threatened to overload the senses. And that’s exactly what everyone came here for.

Kathryn was engulfed in the music. She was dancing and throwing her head side to side with the beat, her long brown hair flew with the motion. Her body moved with a rhythm and style that showed off her shape and told anyone watching that she was there to enjoy herself.

She was there together on the dance floor with her friends, but each in their own worlds created by the rhythm. They all smiled at each other and smiled at the guys around them.

“Kathy, I think that guy is checking you out!” Angela yelled over the music. “You think so?”

Accident in bus. (18+) [MF]

This is a bit long, so bear with me. Also, if you want to read more of my escapades, do check my profile.

I don’t know how or when it started but ever since I was a kid, it somehow got impressed in my mind that Muslim girls are especially slutty, maybe it something I had watched in movies or heard some elders talking about in my community but it left an impression on me and as I started growing up and coming into the age when I started to notice girls, Muslim girls seemed especially sexy and porn worthy to me(which I was introduced to at an very early age) and they were a part of many of my fantasies, some in which I was fucking one or multiple Muslim girls who were either wearing a burkha or hijab. This is about one experience I shared with a Muslim girl, Hiya, when I was in school, which started with an accident.

[F(playing M)4F] The Burden of Fame in a World Unlike Our Own (character/story driven, romance, breastfeeding, size play)

Firstly, to clarify, I am a woman but for this story I am only interested in playing the male role. I am open to male partners but only those willing to play female characters. This is a story that I created with one of my favorite roleplay partners who is now unfortunately among the [deleted]. If you’re out there and are reading this I would love to continue. Otherwise, I’m open to anyone interested.

This is an idea that is a combination and culmination of many of my previous prompts and interests. The premise may be quite silly on the surface, I admit that, but that playful absurdity combined with deep, well developed characters is part of what I love most about roleplaying.

The story is set in a modern world very much like our own except with one key difference. The spectrum of size for men’s and women’s endowments (male genitalia and women’s breasts) far surpasses anything which is considered normally achievable here. (I could go on about exact sizes but I’m open to discussing that with you to find something enjoyable for us both.) Not only that but that aspect of exaggerated sizes is at the crux of their society. Those sizes are not only the central aspect of their concept of beauty but carry enormous cultural, social, even spiritual significance.

I thought I was home alone. Ebony spying on new white neighbor. Big titties

The timing was perfect. That new redhead next door was coming back from the gym and no one in my house had came home from school/work. His window was straight across from mine and I just knew he knew he was in full visual range. The way he would slowly pull his dirty gym shorts down making large gestures to his strawberry blonde bush just before the rosy pink tip of his cock popped free of their restraint. I hurried and freed my dark chocolate titties from underneath my purple sports bra and began to play with my hardening button nipples

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The Day I met yourhusband

The best whores are like you who need dominant men like me. You are always horny and your engorged pussy always.hungry to be used and fucked.

The weak fool you married probably likes big tits but has never really owned and enjoyed them. Just give me your address and I won’t show up like a coward in the night. I will knock on your door and if you answer I will call your husband to the door and look him in the eyes and say “Im here to fuck a whore”

You will realize suddenly who I am. You regret instantly that you gave me your address. But your first orgasm is not long away. I clench my teeth and I grab your husband by his neck and calmly tell him to not say a word or I will beat him unconscious but that if he plays it right he might find a secret or two out about his bitch wife.

He opens his mouth and says “Im sorry” , doesn’t he say that often? How could he apologize? I tell him to sit and he does. I turn my attention to you.