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Afternoon [F]un at the [M]all

I lock the door to my car as I walk through the parking lot into the mall, eager to get out of the summer heat. My sandals flapping lazily as I stroll into the mall, matching my pace to the automatic doors. I take a look around as I march on towards my destination, surprised that the halls are more vacant than usual but then again it is still rather early.

I check my cell phone as I step onto the escalator, texting as the stairs beginning their slow climb. I never noticed you a couple of steps ahead of me in your skirt and tank top, carrying your purse in one arm, just two steps above me. I pocket my cell phone and you catch my attention with a gasp. You falter slightly, your free hand reaching out to steady yourself on the railing, as you let out a breathy gasp. I watch you curiously, wondering if you are in pain before I catch the faint, sweet, smell that causes my blood to rush. I look down, trying to imagine what is under your skirt as we near the top. The perfume of your wet pussy teasing my nose, making me wonder what you have hidden between your legs. Read more »

Fun in the park

So it was a hot summer day. Maybe not hot, but warm enough, to go out in shorts and summerdresses.
So I decided, to take my book to the park, for a nice reading with some fresh air.
While waking casually trough the park, I saw a pretty girl, sitting at a bench near the lake.
The summerdress had no chance, hiding her big cleavage and it was so short it barely covered her ass.
So i decided, why not walk over to her and try your best.
She sat with her back at me, scrolling through something on her phone.
I decided to sneak up to her and have a look, so I would have a topic to break the ice.

I was baffled, she watched at nude pictures on her phone wet nude bodies, breasts, asses and a few dicks.

Hi, isn`t the real thing better than just looking? It just came out of my mouth one of these times I didnt think before talking.
She turns around blushing red, now I can see that the right hand was between her legs.
Oh, hey little stalker, she bluffed at me. Read more »

Work Friends [MF][Rough][Public]

“So basically, they take the players with the best home run ratings of the season and have them hit a bunch of times to see how many they can get.”

Chris and I were sitting at a booth across from each other rolling silverware. He was trying to explain something called the “Home Run Derby” but I was only half listening. Friday night shifts always took it out of me, and I honestly didn’t care at all about baseball. I nodded and gave some neutral response so he would continue talking. I wasn’t paying attention, but it was a lot easier to get through these tedious closing duties with some background noise. Well, that and Chris was my only real friend at work, and I didn’t want him to think I was totally ignoring him.

“You don’t really watch sports, right?” he asked casually. I took the opportunity to look up from the growing mound of silverware in front of me and take a deep breath. Read more »

His secret sin

Inspired by u/beautifullybrkn here is my take on secret sin.

The only light in the bedroom was from the vintage 1990s digital alarm clock on his nightstand.
He glanced over at it. 3:24, exactly two minutes later than the last time he looked. He had been awake since 3:00 and was staring blankly at the ceiling, thoughts racing through his head,
wishing he could go back to sleep. He turned the other way and could make out her profile in the dark, laying on her side next to him. He knew what he needed, as it had been several days since his last release. But she couldn’t know. She couldn’t know how much or how often he needed the release.

Instinctively, he reached between his legs, feeling his soft cock twinge a bit under his palm. He could do this, and it would be just what he needed to relax his mind so he could sleep. Just the thought of having a release caused his cock to stiffen a bit as he pushed the covers to the side and wrapped his hand around the shaft. Slow strokes, that is what it would take. Read more »

Pain and Pleasure

The feel of her tongue on my clit was like heaven. She maneuvered her mouth around it like an artist with a brush, using the wetness of my own pussy to her advantage, making art with my canvas. As she inhaled through her nose, the air rushing across my skin gave me a sweet sensation that made my inner thighs tremble. I was cumming again. And again.

I grabbed two handfuls of her brown hair and pulled hard, enough for me to hope it hurt just a little bit. I knew Kim liked pain. Just like I did. A little bit of pain released the endorphins even more to make the pleasure feel even better. She was dirty. I loved dirty.

I took my right hand and clasped it around her neck, just slightly choking her. I guided her head up to my face and started sucking on her lips. Hard. I tasted my pussy. I was used to tasting my own pussy, because when I’m alone and I finger myself, I’m always licking my fingers. But my pussy tasted even better on her tongue. I put my tongue in her mouth, and she mine. I bit hers. She didn’t flinch. She let me clamp down and she let out a low “Mmmm” letting me know how much she loved it. Read more »

Abusing Natalie [MfMMf] [Rough] [Rape] [Incest]

My younger sister Natalie has always been the favorite. Always recognized in the family, never really in any sort of trouble. Maybe it’s an older sibling thing, but the parents have always been stricter on my end. Double standards, different curfews, different rules, it’s always been the way things were. Maybe it’s because I still lived at home after graduating high school. Maybe it’s because I was a guy. Who knows. But Natalie will always be the perfect daughter. No matter what she does. And the worst part is, she’s always been the sweetest to me.

I didn’t always want her like I do. Viewing your sister sexually requires years and years of frustration. Tons of buildup. And the occasional bonding here or there. Like I said, she’s always been great to me. Always there to listen to my rants or my complaints about the folks. She’s always kept my secrets and confided a few of her own from time to time. It was no surprise that when I started delving into the darker taboos, painal, rapekink, and of course, incest, I naturally started seeing the young sis in a different light. Her secrets became weaknesses. Her snuggles became intimate. And that perfect volleyball ass of hers became my main point of focus during every interaction. Each conversation became “How can I get you to turn around so I can stare at that tight little ass of yours?” Hers was clearly her defining physical attraction. Tits, not so much. All I ever wanted in this world was to have her. And that fateful week that our aunt died, I finally had my chance. I wasn’t going to just let it go. Read more »

Misery Loves Company: Chapter Two

Miranda got a pair of fresh, fluffy white towels for both of them. James turned off the shower and followed after her. Together, the two of them dried off, stealing glances at one another with smirks on their lips. She was dry first, picking up her heels and slipping them back on before leaving the bathroom. He could only watch her hips sway with each step, his cock twitching slightly. James hurried up to dry himself off the rest of the way before collecting before following Miranda into the kitchen. She was already pulling a roasted chicken out of the kitchen with golden brown potatoes under it.

“Need any help?” He asked.

“Nope,” Miranda said, setting the tray up on top of the oven. “I’ve got everything taken care of. Go on and grab yourself a drink. I could go for a glass of wine.”

“White or red?” James asked, heading over to collect the drinks.

“White, of course.”

James set up the table with utensils and a beer for himself and a glass of white for Miranda. She meanwhile carved up the chicken and dished out two plates with the chicken, potatoes and broccoli from a steamer bag in the microwave. Both of their mouths were watering, starving as Miranda served the plates, gave James a kiss on the cheek and they toasted. Read more »

My Ex and My Best Friend [MFM] [Rough] [Cheating] [Humiliation]

Nowadays, if a friend or acquaintance asks if I’d like to join in and get high, I get that all too familiar pit in my stomach. You know the kind – the kind that reminds you of all the bad shit. The loss of a loved one, an anxious job, or in this particular instance, being cheated on. I was high the first time I was cheated on by the love of my life. And ever since then, I have never enjoyed reliving that sensation, and I’m about to tell you why.

Emma was all you could ask for in a girl. She was short, perky, incredibly intelligent to match her unbelievable attractiveness. Dark brown hair that turned to rose under dim lighting, and sweet blue eyes that occasionally turned grey. Her skin was smooth and full of freckles, and her personality made even strangers warm up to her immediately. I write about her as if I havent gotten over her, and that’s because I really havent. I still don’t know if I’m to blame, my ex best friend Martin, or Emma herself for whatever happened. I try not to think about it too often. That pit in my stomach always ends up feeling worse and worse. It’s hurtful to admit that through this all, I lost two bestfriends. Read more »

After Everyone Goes Home, pt. 1, [Fingering] [JOI 4F]

(This was intended for girls to be able to follow along irl, doubling as masturbation instructions.)

Late in the morning after my party, I’m clearing away the empty beer bottles and cans of cider. I say goodbye to the last of my friends as they leave. Now it’s just me and a girl I don’t know. I had noticed her looking at me a fair amount last night. I walk over to her and ask, I”s everything okay?” She gets up and walks towards me while saying, “Actually there’s something I really need.” She bites her lip as she pushes against me. “I need you to take me right now.”

My hand darts to her throat and I push her backwards, walking her to the wall behind her. She gasps a little as I press her into the wall. “I think that could be arranged.” I say before our mouths glue together. I can tell she’s extremely horny by the way she’s kissing. Frantic, passionate, intense.

It doesn’t take long until we’re on the sofa kissing deeply. She wriggles underneath me in excitement as I move to her neck, a combination of kissing, sucking, and long erotic licks. She moans softly and shudders under me in a mixture of pleasure and a desperate need to cum. Read more »