Early morning hook up [ff]

It’s 5:30 am… and I turn over, half asleep. In the blue morning light, you look so soft and peaceful. My fingers lightly trail down your side, and you moan softly in your sleep. That’s when I know I have to have you.

I snuggle in closer to you, until I can pretend to innocently cup your butt in my hands, slowly rubbing your back, as gently as if you were a ripe peach that I wanted to savor.

You turn over, your lips curving into a sleepy smile as you moan a little more loudly. I softly touch your tits, thinking about how soon they will bloom. I nuzzle my face close to your neck and gently kiss the soft and sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, working my way towards the soft skin behind your ear that always drives you wild.

As you wake up fully, catching my lips with yours, I rub my foot up and down your legs. My pussy aching as I press my hips into yours. I moan quietly as you press your lips against my nipple, letting your thumb caress my other nipple as you pull me closer. I gasp as your mouth closes over my tit and I arch my back, crying out as I anticipate the near release.

Doctors visit, part 2

The Doctor, part 2

Now, skip ahead to yesterday!

The pain did turn out to be nothing, just a sedantary lifestyle which I have since changed, and I did have a problem with my gallbladder, which was removed some time after that appointment. You’ll see in a minute why I keep mentioning that.

I was looking forward to the appointment for quite some time, having never really gotten what happened last year out of my head. I was both unsure of what would happen, and hoping to lay to rest any idea that this was a regular part of an annual exam.

I arrived early as I always do no matter where I’m going, and checked out the new building they just had built…very modern, open floor plan, etc…looks just like a modern college campus building.

The receptionist handed me a tablet instead of the usual pre-visit form you have to fill out, and I clicked through all the questions about my current state, and previous issues, wondering if a question about the pain would come up.

It didn’t.

Thankfully. I was just going to go in and not mention it, have a normal annual visit and we would all be over it.

Vampire Threesome [FMM]

So I had a sex dream the other night that inspired this erotic story. The main characters are Eric from Trueblood (google him if you don’t know), a character named Alfric, and the main character named Florence.

*Character descriptions:*

*Florence is a vampire who was turned at the age of 18. She is of mixed ethnicity, Black & white, has long black curly hair and emerald colored eyes. She has a large bust, small waist, and good sized hips. Think hour glass shaped.*

*Eric is just an exact copy of Eric from true blood before he cut his hair. Google him if you don’t know what he looks like.*

*Alfric is another character that looks similar to Eric, except for the fact that he has dirty brown hair and is slightly shorter than Eric.*

*Without further delay, here is my erotic story. Enjoy.*

Our story begins on a cold evening in Scotland. Florence and Eric were sitting on the couch in her large bedroom talking. Florence was wearing a silk night gown and a silk slip, while Eric was wearing a full suit. He had stopped by after a night of dealing with business. Florence was flirty with Eric when he pushed her on the couch playfully and kissed her.

[F/M] How my mistress enslaved me – A different love story

I admit it. I always was drawn towards self conscious and powerful women. It is the way I like them. Back in school I was attracted to my female teachers. For one reason only, they had some power over me. Somehow I was always looking for my own mistress. I dated a lot, yes, had enough sex too, but I longed for that one special girl. Out of curiosity and for confirmation, I served some professional mistresses. I liked what the did to me, did with me. But a few hours now and then weren’t enough. I wanted every day to be like that. It took a while, but she found me. Ordered me to serve her. And I complied. We fell in love, are still together until today.

In my mid twenties I graduated from university. With a masters degree. Still no women on my side. But hey, there are worse things in life. To regain some strength after my demanding education I decided to take a year off. No, I didn’t travel the world. I just took a job as a waiter. In a nice dinner down the road. To do some normal work. Something, and I don’t want to offense anyone, were no complex thinking processes were needed. My brain needed a break. And as you can imagine, I liked serving other people. Taking their orders. Bringing their food. Be grateful for some dip.

John Tafferty and the Large Swim Trunks [M] [Public Exposure]

John Tafferty threw his bag onto the sand of the beach as the nearly sunset sky rained down dimming waves of light. The beach was less crowded at this time, and he always found it a little more pleasant. He noticed a couple of beachwalkers, but otherwise, he had that section pretty much to himself. A couple yards down either direction were some campers and a couple with a towel and umbrella, both more prepared than him with his bag, which only held his phone, wallet, and keys. He himself only wore his swimming trunks and necklace, deciding to forgo his usual pair of underwear under his trunks for comfort, though this made them large for his figure.

Soon after sitting in the sand for a while and relaxing, John decided to go for a swim. He left his bag in the sand as he slowly inched his way into the water, the cold sea smashing against his sides as the rough tide justified it’s warning flags. He cringed with each step as the cold water inched its way up his figure until it totally enshrouded half his body. The cold water felt good on his skin, pairing well with the cold air as the waves crashed against him. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his distracting sublime as a huge wave crashed into him, sending him diving through the water, towards the shore from the tidal force. His large trunks slipped right past his knees and off his feet as the undertow pulled them from sight, as well as the rest of the water.

[FM] [First Encounter] The First Time

She was nervous and yet found herself burning with excitement at the anticipation of what was to come. She was wearing a simple sundress, dotted with yellow and pink flowers, and nothing underneath. The light fabric barely containing her round, perky breasts, and the gentle breeze threatening to expose her secret.

As she walked up to the restaurant, she saw him standing there. Stunningly handsome in dark jeans and a crisp white shirt. His eyes dancing with desire, a sly grin spreading across his lips. Locking eyes with him, she felt a warmth spreading throughout her body; her cheeks flushing, her nipples hardening and protruding through the light fabric of her dress. She knew he could see from where he stood, and that excited her to no end.

[MF] My Dear Ladies, I Need You To Get Down:

Pull those panties down. And, I don’t care if you’re shaved or possess a massive bush. I’m trying to get ahold of that bust-it-open vicinity–let me see that face, too.

Or, you can keep teasing me if you’d like. I’m not going to press the issue quite yet. But, you do know this: my dick is about to springboard from the spot? I don’t know how much longer I can hold this predator back. And once he’s free, the motherfucker is going to terrorize the prairie and dig around in the brush until fulfilled.

So, you’re just like my White Whore: comfortable walking around with a butt plug implanted in your asshole. That’s my girl! Pull that concoction out your tail, and I just might lick at the spot you remove it from. I’m a freaky-ass fuck, and I’m trying to hold your hands while I filter your anal debris through my mouth. You’re a stunning piece of ass. Y’all white hoes: you’re going to be the death of me.

Work head [blowjob] [mF] [older woman] [public]

I had been working with Tracy for about three months. She was recently divorced, and wasn’t incredibly good at our job. When I helped her out during her first week, she claimed she had been out of work for some time. Her husband had supported her for years, and she would stay home while he went to work.

She was a lot older than I was. But she didn’t look it. I didn’t think women in their 40s could look that good outside of Hollywood, but I was wrong. She had such a tight little body, and the way she smiled when we locked eyes across the floor would drive me nuts. Also, she had this way of flirting that made me want to bend her over her desk and fuck her, hard.

We both worked the graveyard shift, 8 PM to 5 AM. It was hardly ever busy, and some nights it would be just the two of us in our little section. Most of the time between calls was spent talking. She told me a lot about her marriage, and how it fell apart. Sometimes, she would mention how lonely she was. I’ll be honest, some evenings I would be rubbing my cock under my desk. I would do it slowly, as not to alarm her of what was going on, and I would often wonder what she would say if she knew what I was doing.

Doctors visit, part 1

The doctors visit

I went in for my annual physical today and things…well, things happened.

But let me back up to last year first:

I had gone in last year and met with the NP (nurse practitioner) to talk about 2 unique and separate pains I was having, a normal one, and an embarrassing one.

The normal pain turned out to be a gallbladder issue, which I eventually had removed, and the embarrassing one turned out to be nothing, but the search for the problem caused more issues than the problem itself.

Without going into extreme details, I had a pain in my right nut that extended into my leg, which again turned out to be nothing.

When I told her, she was nothing but professional and asked me to stand up and drop my shorts (I was already in the little gown thing).

This was about 25 minutes into the routine exam of poking and prodding, but more importantly, me staring at this young, busty NP, who for some unholy reason was wearing these shoes which I just fell in love with, and have thought about for the past year or so.

A strange pleasure in humiliation

She was a very good friend of mine. Or so I thought. She was very decent and mild in behaviour. I talked to her quite often. Had a good laugh together every now and then. And also shared things some of the things of my personal life. Anyway, so one day I opened a chathead on messenger to talk to her. I wanted to start with a meme. So I tapped on the gallery icon at the bottom of the chatbox. But sad thing is, I tapped it twice. So obviously the most recent photo in my gallery was sent. And that photo unlocked the door to my misfortune.

Apparently, That was my nude photo that I took to check how sexy I looked naked. I simply shouldn’t have opened the chathead before I finished moving the picture in a hidden folder picture. I shouldn’t even have taken the picture in the first place. Damn ittttt!!!!!!

“Sorry, sorry. I am extremely sorry!!!!! You know I didn’t mean to. It was just a mistake. It was just a mistake. Ignore this shit. And pls delete it”

“Calm down. Calm down dear. Mistakes happen. I will delete it”, replied she