The Lustful Party [FM+] NSFW

Music bounces as you sit in the corner of the party. Time passes and boredom takes its toll. You get an idea as one of your favorite songs start to play. You get up and start to dance. Moving from partner to partner you swing your hips. The music carries you as the beat of the song compliments every move you make. You can feel the eyes of everyone in the party as one by one you pull everyone’s attention to you.

   The song comes to an end as you pull yourself back together. Leaving the living room you head to the kitchen to get a drink. You can feel everyone’s eyes on your body as you walk out. The room drinks up the last of your curves as you exit. Music continues to pump as you reach the kitchen.

   You drink down the refreshing drink as you think about how exciting the dancing was. A wicked grin fills covers your face as you consider more. You regain your composure and make your way to the dance floor. Suddenly the bathroom door is flung open as multiple hands yank you in.

A Super Powered Romantic Story NSFW [FM]

Your world changed twice in your lifetime. The first time was when people began to mutate and obtain skills and abilities people would call super powers. Some would use their powers for good some would use their powers for self interested means. Some of their powers were harmless, but others had enough power to bring down entire cities. Yet you never were afraid, because the second time your life changed was when you met Jeremy.

  Your mind flashes back to the moment you met him. Your leg was caught under some rubble and the building was bound to collapse any second. Broken electrical wires were hanging from the ceiling and you thought this was the end. Then Jeremy appeared. Creating duplicates of himself he was able to remove the rubble and get you out without any major injuries.

  You remember him leaving you with the paramedics and rushing back into the collapsing building to save more people. He took your breath away and you just had to figure out who he really was.

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A Passionate Dance Club NSFW [FM]

The dance floor is sporadically illuminated by multiple strobe lights as you dance with your friends. You swing your hips and grind on your friends as you dance through the night. Occasionally you would look out and see passerbyers eyes on you. You continue to party and enjoy the night with your friends. The dancing continues until sweat drips from your body and you decide to refresh yourself.

  Making your way through the crowd you eventually pump into this man. You give the tall, dark, and handsome man a coy smile as he stares at you with his deep blue eyes. Time feels to slow as you are pulled deeper into his eyes. As you look into his eyes you get this feeling in your stomach. A deep sense of primal hunger comes from his eyes, and despite his fashionable outfit you can tell that he means business.

  After a few second of looking him in the eye the crowd shifts and your sightlines are broken. You carry on to get some water and then you return to where your friends are. The night continues and near the end of the dance you and your friends reach an impasse. Through the night your friends had collected partners and they are happy dancing with their partners for the night. You feel happy that they are enjoying their time, but it feels about lonely being the only one without a partner.

The Road Trip with your Sister Tagging Along [M4F][Road Head][Sibling Rivalry][Part 1 hoping for someone special to come write part 2]

Hey hot stuff, how you doing? I don’t know about you but I’ve been insatiably horny lately(I wonder who could be to blame for that…) thinking about things I’ve done to you, things I’d like to do to you, things I know you would like to do to me. Although our sex life is nothing short of spectacular, it’s not particularly taboo: I take any opportunity to get my face, fingers or body in between your legs and you enjoy giving me road head any time I’m driving. There was that road trip where you did it despite the presence of your sister in the backseat looking shocked and distressed. Not to be put off, you make sure she’s got a good view of the big veiny cock you’ve pulled out of my jeans and make no effort to hide the sounds of it sliding through your mouth and into your throat, gagging and all. At one point you wrap your hand around my shaft and point the head towards her, raising an eye brown as an invitation you know she won’t take. “How long has it been since you’ve had a hard cock in your mouth, I mean have you ever had something this beautiful and big, uncut but exquisitely maintained for your enjoyment? I don’t think so. Don’t pretend that this doesn’t have your pussy dripping and your body aching to be filled, I bet shotgun your panties are visibly soaked right now. Let’s see ‘em, now!”

The Elusive Orgasm [MF] [Massage]

“I haven’t had an orgasm without doing it myself ever,” she wrote. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have one without touching myself.”

She was responding to an ad I had posted specifically for women who had trouble experiencing an orgasm without taking matters into their own hands. After giving many massages, I came to realize how much of a frustration this is for many women. There can be many barriers for a woman and a massage is the perfect way to begin to work toward orgasmic freedom.

A massage is about relaxing the body and the mind and getting in touch with the sensations in your body. That is a real massage, not the random rubbing around some people try to pass off as a massage. An erotic massage or sensual massage takes things further and focuses on bringing sexual pleasure.

Deborah was the woman on the other end of the email. She was definitely interested in the experience and wanted to know more. I explained to her my process and then waited for a response. It was a day later when I heard back. She was still very interested. I could almost hear the yearning for release in her words. She told me a little about herself. 53, married, professional and sexually frustrated most of the time.

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Upon request, I pulled my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job.

Friends – Unexpected Comfort

She moved easily from person to person, smiling and happily chatting with each one, remembering every victory and hard time they had been through. Those she spoke with often wore smiles of their own afterwards, and many a man’s eye tracked her path across the room.

“It’s hard to believe she’s the same woman, isn’t it?” smiled one of my friends as we patiently waited with our food on the table, “A couple of weeks ago she would have put her head down and bulled through the crowd. But now look at her! Little Miss Social Butterfly!” Many in our group nodded in agreement and turned to regard our friend, just now barely arriving at our table.

“So sorry for the wait!” she huffed, face flushed, “Loads of catching up to do, really didn’t expect it,”

“What changed, Eli?” asked one of our friends as he began wolfing down his burger, blurting out his words between bites, “I mean, I’m not complaining, but man! You really are a different person!” Elizabeth smiled abashedly at the question, looking down at her food and chuckling to herself. She gave me a knowing glance before carrying on with the conversation, leaving me time to reminisce.

My Wife and My Sex Robot Have Become Friends [MWW][MMWW][ROBOTSEX]

**Chapter One**

I’m not sure I like it. I spent $15,000 dollars on this damn thing. Karen was against it, of course. But since Anita arrived, I have watched my wife warm to her. Karen even invited Anita to come with her to book club at Sara’s tonight.

“Thank you for the invitation, Karen,” Anita said, politely. “I think I’ll just stay home with Jim.”

“OK, have fun, I mean, as much fun as one can have staying home with Jim,” my wife joked, on her way out.

I saw Anita chuckle. But after Karen left, I thought Anita looked concerned. I went over to her and started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her black lace bra, and her milk white, super realistic skin. I slipped my hand into her bra and started fingering her nipples, which right on cue, had stood up firm and erect.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “You make me feel so good.”

He’s Here! [MMF] nsfw?

I called into the bathroom.

“He’s here. Are you ready honey?”

“Almost,” she said. “Just give him a glass of champagne or something,” she said. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

He had texted from the lobby and was heading up. We had met him only once, at a bar last week, for a meet and greet. It had gone well. At the end, Lizzie had given him a wet kiss goodbye which seemed to knock his socks off. Afterward, we arranged via email to meet here at the Weston Hotel downtown.

He knocked on the door and I let him in.

“How’s it going,” I said.

“Great,” he said, with a bit of a grin. He was about to fuck my wife, after all. His day was going pretty god damn well.

“It’s Raymond, right?” he asked me.

“That’s right,” I said. “You’re Ken.”

“I am,” he said.

We laughed.

This was the first time for my wife and I. We were both nervous. But we had role-played it and arranged it and flaked out and chickened out so many times — we were done fooling around. I was going to become a cuckold tonight. A real cuckold. And this guy, Ken, was going to fuck my wife.