Worth the Wait

Her hands sweated as she grasped the steering wheel. She hadn’t driven in the cities by herself. Ever. She hated it. She always made her husband drive down there, but this time she had to go alone. He couldn’t know what she was doing.

She pulled into the parking lot of the HolidayInn and shut off her vehicle. She breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped her hands on her coat and checked her makeup in her mirror. She couldn’t believe she was about to meet him. Finally, after months of talking online. She gathered her courage and went into the hotel. Room 341.

*Knock knock.*

*Thump. Thump. Thump.* Her heart pounded in her ears.

“Eve,” he greeted. His voice sent chills down her spine. She took him in. Light blue button up shirt, top button undone. Black slacks and shiny black shoes.

“Daniel,” she said with a small smile.

He too, took in her appearance. Short auburn hair, black lace dress and red flats. She even did her makeup on the dark side for him. He gave his arm for her to take as they walked to the car he rented. The car ride was a tense quiet until Eve synced her phone to play some music. She let the music ease her nerves until they got to the restaurant.

Can my roommate hear me? [MF] [solo] [squirting]

My room is always so hot in July. It’s 4am and I’m just lying spread eagle in my underwear staring at the ceiling. I rent a tiny room I pay way too much for on the top of floor of a shared house, which seems to be more of a greenhouse than anything else. I live with two girls which sounds amazing but to be honest we’re all almost always out of the house and don’t hang out much, besides, I’m quite quiet anyway.

I share the top floor with one of my roommates, but her room is massive in comparison to mine, I have no idea how she can afford it. Our rooms seem to have been connected at one time as there’s a cheap painted piece of wood nailed into the space where a door would normally be in the corner which means that sound travels between our rooms pretty easily.

Just Desserts (Food) (Oral)

I lay naked, sprawled across your table with my hands resting at my sides. My head was barely hanging off the table and I could feel the curled wisps of hair next to my ears. You looked down at me, studying me, a jar in your hands. Your look was full of admiration and mischief and it took my breath away. In this state, my body was yours to play with, but currently, I was too spent to allow my over-active imagination get the best of me.

You swirled the honey wand around in the jar and then dragged it across my left breast. It wasn’t much, a smattering of honey, so to speak. I moaned up at you, my toes curling at the end of the table. You smiled, bent, and kissed the tip of my nose, telling me to be still. You set the honey back on the tray next to the table and picked up a pan from where it rested. I could smell the sweetness of the chocolate and I almost asked you to let me taste it. However, I cried out as you drizzled it along my belly and the tops of my breasts. It was warm, reminiscent of candle wax and I was silently begging you to coat my nipples in it as well. Ultimately, you decided against it and set the pan down.

Chapter 1/10 of my hotwife story (fiction) I will add one chapter a day for 10 days.

Chapter 1

My wife, Erica, and I live in a small southern town, where everything revolves around football on a fall Friday night. Population 5,000. She’s 29 and I’m 33. She grew up in this town. I did not.

We are both white. She’s 5’3’ 140lbs. Light brown hair. B cup breasts. Flat tummy. Thick round fat ass. Thick thighs to match.

She’s a local real estate agent, working from home. I travel all over the state selling equipment to industrial plants. Sometimes I’m gone 1-3 nights of the week.

My Dentist’s Special Chair [F][bd][bdsm][drunk][exh][Fsub][huml][mast][oral][reluc][sm]

I had fucked my dentist before. But the night he had me over to his place was something else.

He was handsome, late 30’s, well built, dark complexion. We had found common ground when I had my 3rd appointment with him and he asked about my tattoos and proceeded to show me his under his white coat, and it turned out we had quite a few things in common. I kind of had the hots for him, and the submissive aspect of being a dentist’s patient had already thrown some fantasies into my head, so when he asked me whether I’d like to have a drink with him sometime I immediately agreed, and it only took about 10 minutes after the first beer for us to be back in my car kissing and touching each other while I raced through the city back to my house. Then we fucked. And basically that happened a few times after that. We’d meet for drinks or dinner, and end up in the sheets before much food or drink was consumed. He was strong, and seeing as I’m rather petite he was throwing me around with some ease and I loved feeling like his toy. He was rather dominant, often pinning me down or stretching me out into challenging positions, pulling hair, slapping…I loved every minute. We’d often spend all night awake smoking weed and listening to music between fucking.

Human Guy Loses Virginity to Two Cute Raptor Girls [FFM, Monstergirl, Fantasy, Handjob, Vaginal]

*The Story So Far: On an alternate Earth populated by human-dinosaur hybrids, a young human archaeologist travels with two merchant cousin raptor girls. A nasty storm forces them to take shelter in a tent, where they’re forced to strip so their soaked clothes can dry by the fire.*

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The identical girls quickly degenerated into a game of slap-ass, trying to land a blow on the other while avoiding being spanked themselves. The human retreated a few feet to allow them more room, trying to remain stone-faced even when faced with two naked females slithering over each other.

Pirollo glanced at Tuscan and suddenly stopped her play. She beckoned Jirollo close and whispered in her ear ridge. Jirollo peeked over and giggled.

It took their guest a few heartbeats to catch on that he was sporting an erection. He blushed deeply and quickly covered himself with his arms.

“Soooo, Tuscan,” Pirollo drawled, half-slitting her large dark eyes. “You’ve spent a few days with us. Do you think you can tell us apart?”

The human blinked, confused a bit by the sudden conversational shift. “I, uh, think so.”

Into The Miasma

Afternoon. It was somehow afternoon already, and Helena had been out here since morning, nervously pacing around the front of the shop. It’s not that she was timid or anxious, on the contrary, she was eager to get what she wanted from inside. She just knew there might be certain complications. She shook her head. What was she so worried about? She was a paying customer, after all. She’d simply walk in, head held high, pay for her items and leave. No unnecessary drama. With a deep breath in, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her hair and walked through the front door.

She paused for a moment when she walked in – not intentionally, though. She was awed at the sight; She’d never been into a proper armory before. Her eyes traced the walls, mounted with too many weapons to count. Mannequins spread across the floor wore stunning suits of armor. There were even odd weapon types she didn’t even recognize. It was all so much to take in, and Edwin, the burly owner sat behind the counter, clearly noticed Helena’s confusion. He rolled his eyes.

An excerpt from “Wages of Sin”

That night, asleep next to her husband, Steven, Anne Marie dreamt, reliving the moments leading up to her arrest. She remembered the touch of Tonya’s skin against her own – soft and sweet and moist with the sweat of passionate lovemaking. She tingled at every remembered embrace and kiss. The scent of Tonya’s hair filled her head and the taste of her sex was on her lips, on her mouth, in her body, and in her soul. Anne Marie hungered for it. She felt a familiar heat grow inside of her. The sudden presence of the Light Patrol breaking down the door of Tonya’s bedroom did not soften the heat. Remembering the feeling of knees in her back and hands on her wrists didn’t stop her from wanting to be touched. The cold metallic confines of the handcuffs made her wet. After she was dragged out of the room and down the stairs, she was in the open, naked for all to see. The force, the menace, the exposure, the eyes, the whispering neighbors –– all the elements of the scene mixed together and overwhelmed her, making her orgasm hard. Her stomach clenched and she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure and passion washed over her. Nothing seemed to stop the onslaught. The patrol stuffed her in the back of the Detention Van with her lover in another cage. Anne Marie threw her head back and screamed until her body was spent and she rested on the cold steel floor of the van.

Tuesday [MF] [Rough]

My first story. Hope you like it and I hope I got the tags right?

Tuesday

It’s another average day here in my office. I’m on the phone with a peer helping them work through the new system that was installed last week, it’s been a pain. My eyes drift to my outlook calendar, two weeks I tell myself. Two weeks until you and I get to have our day together. I’ve already put in my paid time off request and you have the day planned. I love it when you plan our dates, it makes me feel so special knowing that you just want to take care of me. My eye lids lower with lust and my bottom lip slides under my teeth slightly as I think about what we might do together.

I’m brought back to reality as I hear a knock on my door. It’s a weird sound because as a type B manager my door is always open and my team knows that they are welcome to drop in any time. I’m still on the phone listening to my peer trying to explain why his book of business is plagued with errors. I look at my open door and who do I see? You. You and that sexy smirk of yours. I wasn’t expecting you. But I know what it means when you show up unannounced like this.

Seducing the music teacher (MF)

I began to play, unaware of my surroundings, even of the intense Mr Roberts, letting the music sweep me away. I couldn’t stop my self, unleashing note by note, my anger my self hatred from doing all those stupid things the past weekend. When I finished playing I felt like collapsing on the piano, dizzy and relieved my exam was over. I barely realised that I was falling, off the piano stool and onto the hard ground.

Everything went fuzzy, and I expected to feel pain as I struck the ground, however I was enveloped in something firm. Strong arms held me, cradled my body. Fuzzily I peered up at Mr Roberts, who was looking at me with concern.

“Are you alright, Mia? Can you hear me ?” He asked. I felt light headed, his intoxicating face just centimetres away. I asked sleepily, ” did you like my playing?” And gave him a sheepish smile.