“Tell me what you want for your birthday.” he said while squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush.
I smirked at him, the master procrastinator. My birthday was two days away and he was just now asking.
“Don’t give me that look! I have some ideas. I just want to make sure I don’t disappoint.” he said, putting the toothbrush in his mouth.
I turned on the water to the shower then stood behind him, pressing my naked self to his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Just cake and your cock please.” I smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
“That’s all?” he asked, toothpaste drool making its way down his chin.
I nodded, kissed his shoulder and stepped into the shower.
He woke me up with coffee and French toast on the day. I thanked him with morning breath kisses.
“This orgasm in my mouth is so great!” I exclaimed between bites as he took a sip of my coffee.
“Good.” he replied, taking the fork from my hand, loading it up with a fat piece of toast dripping with syrup. “Open up.”
I leaned into the bite, and wrapped my lips around the fork as he slid it out of my mouth.
“We’re going to dinner at six. I hope Delilah’s is ok.” he grinned, knowing it was my favorite.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I asked as he fed another piece of toast to me.
“You are pretty lucky.” he smirked, kissing my cheek.
He later fucked me from behind as we were getting ready. He bent me over the bathroom counter, slid his fingers over the slit of my pussy and teased my clit.
I watched him in the mirror, the sight of his firm shoulders, and chest added to my arousal, my body responding quickly.
He slid his hardened cock back and forth along my pussy then placed his wet fingers into my mouth, smearing my freshly applied lipstick.
I licked myself off of him as he pushed into me, moving slowly at first until I bucked harder wanting more.
His cock was slippery with me as our bodies slapped together. I clawed the counter as he spanked me, and yanked my hair. He held me tightly, his fingers wrapped around my neck as I felt him let go, filling me up with his warmth.
“I’m looking forward to more of that later.” I said easing him out of me. “Or we could just cancel dinner.”
“Nope. I’m going to make you wait for it.” he kissed me. “Also, these will be waiting for us.” he said, pulling open a drawer reserved for his grooming supplies. There was a package of M&M’s, and BlowPop inside, my two favorite candies. My eyes lit up as I reached for them, wanting the M&M’s first.
He swatted my hand away. “They’re for later. I had to leave them here instead of in the bedroom or kitchen knowing you’d find them.”
He sat next to me at dinner in a plush booth. The restaurant was dark and cozy. I was gloriously tipsy, full of wine, grilled salmon, vegetables and love. We ordered another glass as we finished off an enormous slice of dark chocolate cake. As our glasses arrived, I felt his hand sliding up my inner thigh and under my dress.
I placed mine on his cock, finding him hard. He worked his fingers into my underwear while taking a sip. I squeezed and rubbed him harder, so turned on I feared soaking through my dress.
“Drink up.” he said when his glass was half empty and mine was hardly touched.
Once home, I got onto my knees on the kitchen floor and devoured his cock while he held my hair in a tight ponytail.
He leaned down and pushed his hand into my bra, rubbing my nipple while I held his cock with my hand, licking the head. We relocated to the bedroom, articles of clothing dripping off of us like second skins.
He pushed me onto the bed and told me to wait. I watched him walk into the bathroom, knowing he was going after the treats. He was opening the M&M’s with his teeth as he returned.
“Hold still.” he said, placing one on each nipple, then making a trail of them down my stomach, stopping just below my belly button. He then placed one into my mouth before burying his face between my legs, sliding his tongue along my clit.
I writhed against him, the candy slid off of my body like drops of water. He picked them up, putting them in my mouth in between eating me so thoroughly that I couldn’t decide whether or not I wanted him to stay there, or shove himself into me.
He put more M&M’s onto my belly and nipples. “Don’t let these fall off.” he instructed.
“Impossible! You’re about to make me come!” I replied.
“Oh you can come, but the candy has to stay put.” he grinned, rubbing my clit with the flat of his tongue.
“What happens if I don’t abide by your rules?” I asked.
“I stop.”
“Rude!” I squealed and he laughed.
“You have to lay there and literally receive. No helping”
My chest tightened. I enjoyed fucking his face not only because it felt amazing, but because it made me come faster and took away from the feeling that I was taking forever or he was getting tired.
I sighed and he went back to my pussy. I struggled to get my head back into it. I watched him, watched his mouth, his thick dark eyelashes. My guilty feelings were taking over and I said, “I don’t think it’s going to happen love.”
He looked up, his mouth still on me. “I’m in no rush.” he said, picking up the Blow-Pop and unwrapping it. He put it in my mouth, the tart cherry flavor sparkling on my taste buds. “Get that good and wet.” he said.
He rubbed my tongue with it before removing it, then inserted it inside my pussy.
“That is a yeast infection waiting to happen!” I exclaimed as he pulled it out and licked it.
“You worry too much.” he said, tapping my clit with the candy. He alternated swirling it over my clit and inserting it into me while licking the sweetness off of my skin.
Focusing on the Blow-Pop helped me relax and get into the weird amazingness that was being played with by his mouth and candy. The more he dragged it over my clit, the hotter I became. It was everything I had not to move as the M&M on my right nipple was already starting to migrate.
I came with him fucking me with the Blow-Pop, his tongue pressed against my clit. I tried to keep still as I let go and gave into the rolling sensations that rose and fell until my body calmed down. All but one of the M&Ms had fallen off.
“Fail! M&Ms are everywhere!” he exclaimed, sucking the Blow-Pop before rubbing my nipples with it.
“I’d like to see you win at that!” I smirked.
He gathered the M&M’s with his wet lips, eating some, and sharing others.
“Happy Birthday.” he whispered into my ear, curling up next to me.
“Thank you. For everything.” I replied in between kisses, taking his cock into my hand. But I need another round of dessert.”
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[Request] Looking for a particular sex story between two lifelong college age friends. More details in the comment section.
The story is from the point of view of a male. He has two friends that come back from college (I think). A guy and a girl and they decide to sneak into their neighbors pool. They dare each other to undress which they do. The neighbors then come home and the main characters buddy is able to book it out of there, while the main character and the girl are stuck hiding in a small shed. They spy on the neighbors as the neighbors start having sex in the pool. The main character and the girl become aroused and as a result of their cramped, sweaty situation, they “accidentally” have sex.
The story and the relationship then develop from there.
His Secret Room [MF, BDSM, oral, mast]
I’m too young and naive for this shit. Being the record company’s girl Friday to babysit a nasty rock star who decided to write his latest album in his secluded Oregon home was more than I bargained for. In my twenty three years of parties and late nights in clubs, I thought I’d seen everything. But when I accidentally found Shane’s hidden torture chamber, a fifteen feet by fifteen foot room of raw cinder block lit by a sputtering fluorescent light, I froze in horror. A wide vinyl dentist’s like chair with thick leather wrist and ankle restraints took up the center of the room. A dental light was twisted and propped over the chair and a steel dental tray holding little stainless steel instruments of torture glittered beside it. Manacles hung bolted to a wall. Photos of scantily dressed women covered a cork board on the wall. On a rolling table sat a machine with meters and dials and electrode wire leads with pincers like jumper cables. Were the splatters at my feet blood or paint? It’s all so frightening. So why do I trust him and am so ready to indulge his fantasies? That’s the power my client has over women. As Shane and I walked down into the basement, to his secret room, I began to have second thoughts.
The Last Train at Midnight [MF, public sex]
Ever since Eden watched a couple having sex on a subway train on her commute home at midnight, she wanted to do the same. And when the same man, a devilishly handsome bad boy, caught her watching and told her to dress in lingerie under her coat and meet him on the platform at mid-night a week from that day, she laughed him off. But here she was, waiting for him on the subway platform, dressed in a black bra, panties and stocking beneath her winter coat on a snowy December night. She adjusted the coat, cinching the belt around her waist before wrapping her cashmere scarf around her neck. Her snatch was cold, hit with the cold updrafts seeping into her coat as she made her way down the subway steps to the near empty platform. She looked for him but didn’t see her and suddenly felt ridiculous being half naked beneath her coat. Then heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see him. This is crazy. She doesn’t even know his name.
Hooking Up With My Ex
First post here, but really wanted to get a fantasy of mine in writing and didn’t know where else to go.
It’s been two years since the breakup, and we’d only spoken to each other about three times since. Mostly at the loss of a family member and we reached out to offer condolences. We were together for six and a half years, so our families meant a lot to each of us.
My best friend was getting married to the girl of his dreams. Interestingly enough, I made this best friend while I was dating my ex – his girlfriend was one of her best friends. Our friendship was stronger than the breakup, though, and I’ve stayed in touch with him ever since. I knew that one day we’d have the awkward experience of both standing up in the wedding, but I was able to get past that. It was their day to celebrate, not ours to fight.
The Book of Jennifer – Chapter 4
By the time I arrived it was around 7:20. I waited briefly outside before reaching into the glove compartment, where I put a small bottle of cologne, and gave myself a few puffs. Then, after practicing how to breath and controlling my imagination, I get out and head for the apartment building. She lived on the seventh floor in apartment 7 – 6 and the ride up was one of confusion. I still didn’t know how to act and react. In the final moments before I knocked on her door I decided I would act as if I was just visiting any other friend’s apartment.
She opens the door in a casual white tank top and baggy pajamas. Average Saturday wear. She smiled and stepped aside so I could enter. She had a small but comfy apartment. She had a couch and a love seat in the living room. A coffee table sat in the center of it all. Magazines, papers and her laptop are laid out on the table. In front of the couch was the forty-some inch television which was currently on the Conjuring 2 blu-ray screen.
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The Book of Jennifer – Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
After awhile I realized that my fantasies would never be real. We’ve been talking for almost a month, but I haven’t even touched her. Not even her hand or something. Slowly my fantasies start to fade. For a week I went back to the simple form of satisfaction that every other single college student had. The internet. I didn’t want to get my hopes up for something that was literally impossible. But that train of thought didn’t stay long.
It was a Saturday night. I was crashed out on the couch watching a movie I was barely paying attention to. I had a notebook in my lap that I was writing in. That notebook would be the foundation for what would later be my first novel. On the side table my phone vibrated. I finished writing the paragraph and picked it up. It was a snap from Jennifer.
I waited for it to load and opened it. It was Jennifer looking at the camera with puffy eyes that looked like she’d been crying. The caption read “I think I’m going to get fired”. The picture caught me off guard and responded with a selfie captioned “Why do you look like you’re crying?” I saw the sent symbol appear and within seconds it turned into read. A few seconds later I get a reply: “It’s because I was crying”.
KISSED BY FIRE
The train thunders past as I run to try and catch it, but in vain. “Fuck!” I yell out causing an old man with a stroller passing me to turn his head and give me a disapproving look. “Fuck you too grandpa!” I add with such anger he hastily scurries away. I realise there is absolutely no way for me to make it on time anymore. Defeated, I slide down the wall onto the platform and start to cry, or rather sob uncontrollably, you know, with snot ending up all over your face. Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Sorry miss, but are you okay? I know train tracks are a very common suicidal spot and it would hurt my heart seeing someone as beautiful as yourself jumping.” That’s probably the worst opening sentence I’ve ever heard, but despite everything it is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long while. I look up.
The Book of Jennifer – Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
Talking to Jennifer after class has become a regularity on both our schedules. We both had a lot in common and often spent the following hours once class was dismissed in conversation. Although we did get a few weird looks here and there, for the most part there was nothing weird about it. To my dismay, we were nothing more than a student and a professor talking. That is until one specific day on the third week of school.
We were walking down the usual path to her office. It took us about fifteen minutes to get there and once we were inside she would put on her formal voice and I would kick my feet up and we’d shoot the shit. Talking about games or books or movies. We just clicked. This particular day we were talking about an art house film when she pulled out her phone and started typing. I was in the middle of making my point when she cut me off.
“Oh my god,” she said as she sprang up. “I forgot to tell you. I finally got Snapchat.”