Insecurities 1

Dave left the movies with Kelly. Their first date and so far it had been ok. Nothing overly enthralling but he was just happy to be with her. It had taken him nearly two months to work up the nerve to ask her out, if he were honest with himself, he wouldn’t have thought she’d say yes. But jelly, even though she was more popular, wasn’t as shallow as most expected. She liked to explore new things and experiences, meet new people and discover herself.

Dave was timid and sometimes was fine not knowing himself.

With it being a Friday, these two high school kids were free to do as they pleased until midnight when Kelly’s dad had said to have her home. So with the movie over they walked down the streets of the outdoor mall and looked at the lights. It was romantic, the fountains danced, the lights glistened, soft music played. Dave thought she was having a good time so he decided to be daring. With his ever shaking hand he reached for hers and intertwined his fingers with hers. She squeezed his hand and looked at him shyly, but with a wild excitement.

Stephanie part 7: satisfaction

Stephanie bounced up and down on his cock, riding him hard. She leaned back and let him hit her sweet spot. Without warning, he moaned and exploded inside her, but she kept riding despite his cock going limp. “Not now, dammit”, she thought. “Not when I’m so close.” But it was no use. Her husband looked up at her, sweating. “Holy shit, baby” he gasped, laying his head back down. By now his limp dick had slipped out of her. She faked a smile, kissed him on the forehead, and climbed off him. She had practically attacked him the second he had gotten home from his trip, but it had been a bust from the word go. She lavished him with affection, both physical and emotional. The experience with Bryan and left a great aching that only the touch of a man could fill. She desperately wanted it to be him as she had fantasized about so many times since her last chat session with him, but she wasn’t that kind of woman. So when her husband came back, she took him to town, but he only drove her up the street, as the saying goes. Steph didn’t keep any sex toys other than her own two hands, but she desperately wanted something inside her that wouldn’t go flaccid just as she was about to erupt. She decided to shower and pleased herself with her fingers as much as she humanly could. It was going to be a long night.

Helping Mom’s friends Part 2 [MF] [Teasing, Oral]

Celeste wasted no time; her hands were ripping at my jeans so that she could feel my erection. I let out a hard gasp as soon as she wrapped her red nailed fingers around the base of my throbbing cock. It had been so long since I had been physical with another female and I was trying hard to fight off the urge to grab Celeste by the back of her head and thrust my eager meat all the way down her hungry throat. 

 

I took a deep breath and decided to just let her have her fun with me instead. She kissed me again before spitting in her hand and then rubbing it up and down my hard cock. “Fuck I bet your cum tastes so good.” She kissed me again, her hand going faster and faster while she devoured my lips. “Do you want to cum down my throat?” 

 

She was like a fucking animal and I was her prey. It was all so intense and primal. “Yes.” I growled out, causing her to moan against my lips. She slowed down her pace, her grip loosenig. “Oh I don’t believe you.” God she knew how to push my buttons.  I felt angry and hard and I just wanted to rip her hand off my aching cock and fuck her hard. Make her scream and cum until I couldn’t fuck anymore. 

Erotic Poetry

The erotic connection serves a purpose, creating moistness emanating from the sacred temple. Lubricating our bodies in preparation for this sensual ritual. Bless me with your touch, The fluids drip from your orafice. I lay breathless, utterly spent from pleasure only my body appreciates. My soul however, is already content, intoxicated with the sensuality you produce. Like pheromones, you secrete sexuality, it oozes from your presence. My thighs palpitate in anticiption of release. I fight, not willing to let your sultry embrace end. You continue consuming and devouring to your hearts content. No longer in control, my body pulstates repeatedly, uncontrollably. Helpless against your rhythmic movement, overcome with pure ecstasy from the torrid walls of your sweet lips. Your words, your touch push me to the brink, and with this, the consummation is complete.

A Flea Market Find, Part 1. MM, Muscle, Wish Fulfilment

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Helping Mom’s friends Part 1[MF] [Teasing] [Oral]

What’s the best part of moving? Being done with it.I just recently moved into my own apartment and holy hell was I dumb for doing this so close to the end of the semester. Like really dumb. Studying for tests, packing, unpacking, realizing that you don’t need half the stuff you brought with you and then realizing that you left the important stuff back at your old place.

So I am here thinking that I am finished with all my unpacking and I realized that I left my bookbag back at my parents house. No big deal. I was tired from all the moving of furniture and the one hundred trips back and forth, but hey what’s one more trip? I wanted this to be over and done so I could just relax and enjoy my new place. I swung back over to my parent’s house and opened the door to find my mom standing there holding my bag in her hand, smiling. 

“I figured you would be back.” She said with that motherly smile, the one that says that she knows you like the back of her hand. Which she did. I mean you don’t live with someone for 23 years of your life and not have that kind of relationship. 

[short erotica] Lending a Hand [2nd person POV][genderless POV][M][noncon/dubcon][transformation][dick expansion][losing humanity][blowjob][face fucking][hard cum facial][heavily excessive cum][cum on clothes][light physical violence]

You hear a frantic, familiar knock. When you open the door, your friend stands on the doorstep, fumbling with his clothes. He pushes past you into the house. He drops his shorts and a forearm-sized cock springs free. As you both stare, it twitches and grows another inch. “Help me! I can’t explain. It just keeps getting bigger!” You glance between his desperate face and massive cock. “It aches so much! Please, just…touch it!” Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you and places your hand on his impossibly thick shaft. Guttural groans escape his mouth.

“Fuck!” You see relief in him as you make contact. At first, he’s forcing you, but you quickly wrap your fingers and your other hand around his erection. As you jerk him off, he explains between gasps. “I think…it would help…if I came.” Precum dribbles to the floor. You stare at him, looking for a change in expression. Something pokes your stomach, and you both realize his cock has grown by nearly half a foot! “Damn!” He sounds more aroused than panicked at this point. Thinking for a moment, he locks eyes with you. “Just fucking suck it.”

Not a Second Wasted [MF, oral, sensual]

I knew a comfortable existence in the bounds of my relationship until, like a surge of rushing water, it was all swept away. I had tolerated the drizzle of negligent behavior for eight years, looking forward to the days were his disposition was sunny. Not to say mine hadn’t been glum that last year or two. I should have done the right thing and left.

Barely a fledgling out of my parents house, I meant Ronni my second semester of college. There was instant compatibility, the kind forged doing something you hate. Catharsis, I think it is called. The two of us shoveling out our cars after they had been covered by mountains of snow.

He saw me at my worst, cursing, flushed red skin, smudge mascara and a runny nose. I had my pajama bottoms shoved into a pair of tube socks from my years prior playing softball. Ronni had come to my defense, flipping the snow off as it continued to flutter down from thick grey skies. I went on to learn that when he got frustrated driving that it helped if I would join in his persistent cursing of the driver in front of him.

The Good Soldier : Part II [MF+] [Discip] [Humil]

The Brigadier escorted Alice to the accommodation personally. As they walked, she remained silent while he heaped a steady stream of praise on her.

“I observed how forthright and resolute you were with them immediately on meeting them” he said, “You’re just what the program needs, a strong military presence to keep them in line.”

Alice had experienced some difficulty coming to terms with his attitude, maybe because he had not observed what had happened after he left, he was somehow able to tell himself that everything was normal, that this was simply a case of having to manage some truculent civilians. She reflected that it must have been hard on him, to be a general and yet have to put up with disrespect and threats from a group of what were essentially prisoners.

Alice reflected, that in a way what had happened was an example of military problem solving at it’s most basic, a senior officer had identified a problem, tasked a soldier to solve it, and did not concern himself with the details.

They walked towards what looked like a fairly dilapidated accommodation block, the cheap 1950’s era constructions that were a frequent sight on the various Army transit and training camps throughout the UK.

I want you and I want you now.

I wanna do some real bad things to you. I want to strip down to nothing while you run your hands all over my naked body. I want to lick every inch of your body, leaving that sweet, hard cock for last. I want to shove my tongue in your mouth and taste you everywhere. I want to shove your cock in my mouth, sliding it down my tongue until it hits the back of my throat. I want to force your cock down my throat even more, forcing me to gag like never before. I want to get messy. I want you to fuck my face, smearing every bit of make up I put on for you all over. I want you to mess me up. I want you to look me in the eye with my face covered in saliva and pre cum and tell me you love me. I want you to throw me to the ground and take me completely. I want you to push me around so I’m on my hands and knees begging for more. I want you to shove your cock in me harder and harder making me scream… more baby, more… I want it hard. I want you to pull your cock out of my dripping wet pussy and shove it in my ass, making my scream out even louder. I want you to fuck me until you can’t take it anymore. Throw me back to the ground now, and cover me in your cum.