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Helen in High Heels Part III of III [MF]

I transferred out.

It wasn’t all about Helen. I just realized that I didn’t really like my school. Besides Helen, I had made no other friends. The big city college style wasn’t working out for me. So I transferred out. I did my last two years in a small all boys college in a suburban town near the city. It was great. Small class sizes, knew my professors. It was very reminiscent of high school. It was a setting I was comfortable with, and I thrived. I did well in classes. I made friends. I even dated a couple of girls from the nearby girl’s college. It went great.

When I graduated, I went job hunting and found a mid-level job in my field but it was 3 states away. In July, I packed everything in my car and drove over.

It took me a while to get settled in my new setting and my new job. But by November, I was familiar and somewhat comfortable. It was honestly getting the hang of being an adult. I even asked a girl out on a date from the office, Jenna. Read more »

Helen in High Heels Part II of III [MF]

Helen and I met every Monday that semester. We studied some. But it was mostly just talking. She shared her notes with me and I did well in the class overall but we had grown much closer by the end. We talked about everything: politics, religion, friends. She told me about herself. She was the oldest of 4 children. Her mother died when she was young and she raised her younger siblings. Her job, social work, wasn’t really her passion but it was an easy career that she could pursue while commuting to school and caring for her siblings. She missed out on fully enjoying her college years and her 20s. She had to be an adult and a mother too early.
Soon after, she met Jack. She was 29 to be exact, and married him soon after. He was older so they had 2 kids right away, now 4 and 2. Once Jack moved up in his job, she had realized that she didn’t like her job so she cut back to part-time and decided to go back to school and take some classes. She had money so she was able to slowly take one class at a time. Her ultimate goal was to apply to medical school, dental school or even nursing. But she was slowly realizing that she might not have time. She was 35 now and she would need 21 more credits before she can apply. I asked her how she plans on going through medical school with 2 young kids. She didn’t really have an answer to that. She said she was taking it one class at a time. Read more »

Helen in High Heels Part I of III [MF]

I went to high school in a small suburban town. My family was well-known and well-liked by most, and so was I. We were church going folks and that’s where everybody got to see and know everybody. I wasn’t particularly religious myself. But it was something to do when there wasn’t much else happening.

The transition from high school to college was blunt. I went from high school sweetheart with a bright future to a small fish in a big pond. It was isolating. A shock to my system. My “jock” credits from my small-town high school had not transferred over to the big state college. But undeterred, I still had big dreams and I was naive enough to think I can fulfill them. I wanted to be a doctor. Had dreams of opening up my own clinic one day. I signed up for all pre-med classes. I subscribed to a bunch of medicine podcasts and I downloaded some apps. Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, I walked into my first biology lecture with 200+ people in attendance, all of them apparently had the same naïve dream. Read more »

The Life of a Human Sex Toy [Facesitting] [FF-both adults over 20] [cunnilingus] [Femdom] feedback needed!

She towered above me, her hair shading my face like curtains and her hands grabbing ahold of each of my cheeks, pulling me into her soft kiss. We locked eyes, and I could see what she was planning in her head. Her gaze was humbling, to say the least. When she looked at me, my place and purpose in life became crystal clear. I was hers to use, and she was mine to follow. She laid me down, and my heart began to race with anticipation of what was next to come.

She always had to tease me first because, well, trained pets have to show restraint before they get treated. Mental games of how long I could wait had become a regular occurrence in our play, but this time she didn’t make me wait long. I think she was almost as eager as I was, but I would never dare say that to her. She watched my face intently as she slid her hands up and down her body, highlighting her curves. Her fingers playfully tugged on the bands of her sheer lingerie. Little by little, her panties were pulled down to reveal a soft, plump mound. I wanted nothing more than to press my face against her then, but I held back patiently. Her delicate fingers danced along her nipples, getting them firm. I watched goosebumps appear on her breasts from the cool air and thought to myself about how I could warm her up if she would just let me touch her. Read more »

I’m a sex addict 💋 (Female)

My man thinks I have a problem. He’s always calling me a sex addict. I really can’t help it. I am always thinking and craving sex. It’s like my pussy needs to be filled in order for me to feel whole. & every time I am near him that’s all I want. To be filled, fucked and spread open. Specially when I go see him at work, and it’s just me and him in my car. I wish we could use our lunch break to just feast on each other and get some much needed release. Idk if it’s the fact that he can’t do anything without getting in trouble that makes me want it so badly or if him being at work has nothing to do with it. He gets home from work and I know his job is physically demanding and he’s exhausted. He shouldn’t have to do “overtime” with me. But it’s more than a want it’s a need. I need to cum. And our sex is so orgasmic and addictive, I can’t be blamed for wanting more, right? It’s not my fault he knows how to please me right. So why am I not satisfied? Why do I cum over and over again and wake up wanting more and more. I dream about sex, I write about our sex, I am obsessed with it & don’t want to stop.

A New Life: Part Eight 21+ [M40/F52] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [GILF]

Chapter Eight: Settling Down

So, I was wrong,” Jaquelyn shrugged. “There is always one that out of the bunch.”

We all laughed as we sat on the beach. It had been a long drive out here, but it was nice to see the ocean. Francis had picked a wonderful place, it was small and quiet, but the view was beautiful.

As usual, the guys were off doing their own thing while the rest of us women took in the sun and the view.

“Did he pound you into submission?” Cassandra asked. She and Timothy had met us at the resort this morning.

“No,” I said, very disappointed, I had moved my ass all over the bed and onto Andre’s crotch, trying to get him to take me, but he was too damned polite. Even this morning, I tried to make attempts, but I got an ass grab, and then he was in the shower.

“Maybe he is being polite, you did tell him you wanted to go slow,” Sabrina pointed out.

“Not at a snail’s pace,” I shook my head.

The rest of them laughed. “Gary took the hint,” Sabrina smiled. Read more »

Dream 🛌 { All Adults 30s }

The heat that was building up, in my chest, my lungs, my pussy. My boyfriend on my right, his brother on my left. They touched me at the same time, my thighs, my ass, my tummy. My boyfriend kissing me on my cheek,
His brother kissing my ass.

I couldn’t help but let out my moans, to be caressed, kissed upon sends shivers throughout my body, from my lips to my pussy lips, to the tips of my chunky little toes 💦

His brother moved up and started caressing my pussy, opening up my pussy lips. His other hand gripping my ass, i could feel him shaking
( “I’ve made him nervous.” 😏😋)

My boyfriend pulled me in I pucker my soft moist lips, while tugging at my brown hard nipples.

Like if I should o on.

From passion to pain, part 27 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)

Three points of contact, “like a triangle,” I thought to myself with a devilish grin. Ally’s nipples were clamped, but over rubber bands. I had looped a string through the bands and ran it to rings on Ally’s fingers. But, the genius was that the rings weren’t where the string stopped. The string went between the rings and Ally’s skin, continuing to another set of clamps. That pair of clamps was attached to Ally’s labia. Three points of contact, controlling two very different points of pain receptors. If Ally pulled her hands too high, her labia were stretched uncomfortably – too low and her nipples received an extra force, making the buxom brunette squeal. Another viewpoint for the three points of contact would be: her tits, her pussy, and wherever my cock was. I took sick pleasure in determining where the pain in Ally’s body was amplified, simply by pulling her into whatever position I desired. If I put her in doggy, everything hurt her. If I fucked her against the wall, her hands reaching out to stabilize her made her labia the target. If I bent her into standing doggy, her nipples were set ablaze. And finally, if I made her kneel to take my dick down her throat, she only experienced discomfort from her hair being used to control her. I alternated her amongst various positions, watching her face contort in pain when I could, listening to her wail when I couldn’t. But, through it all, Ally wanted more. Read more »

New Look 21+ [M36/F34] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Augmented Boobs] [Freeuse]

‘What the hell is all the fuss about?’ I thought to myself as I walked into my workplace. Everyone was standing by Trisha’s desk.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I put my things down at my desk.

We worked for a cyber company. Mainly we monitored social websites and chat sites for suspicious people that would be preying on those that frequented those sites.

Our workspace was open, so we could freely walk about and visit and help monitor each other’s spaces.

“You haven’t seen?” Kelly asked.

I knew Trisha had been out of work for over two months due to personal problems, but I knew she would be back soon.

“Hey,” Trisha said as the crowd parted.

‘Woah,’ I thought as I looked at Trisha.

“See,” Trisha shook her head. “He would hardly notice.”

“Of course, I notice,” I said.

Who wouldn’t notice the significant change to Trisha’s chest, she used to be nearly flat-chested, and now she was sporting beach ball-sized tits on her chest.

“Someone has to be blind not to notice,” Ivan said.

“Well, I always liked to go for it all, so why not?” Trisha said as she sat down at her desk. Read more »