“Ménage à What?” [MM] [MMF] [MF]

“Ménage à What?”

“Goddamn, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” I exclaimed while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned to me. He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear. I loved to stare at his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled arms with geometric style tattoos. His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.

He turned his head slightly with a smile, “Take a picture.”

“I have plenty,” I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate next to him.

“I’m sure you do. Do you want eggs?” He asked.

“No, the bacon will do. I need to shower and get to class.” I slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.

“Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass.” He threw a piece of bacon at me.

Guy reading a full erotica story for the first time…

Seriously, what the fuck. I cannot believe what I just read. It is as if my human experience has been a complete sham and I am now realising what the truth is. The depth of sexual experience and emotion in erotica is something I have never imagined possible.

I seriously want to know that I am not the only guy that’s ever felt this way after reading it because this is astounding.

Please respond.

(Maybe I’m just really high but this is fucked)

It was the 1960s afterall.

The endless tales of the free love generation are legendary. If you’re too young to have lived through that period of time it would be easy to believe that sex had become so commonplace that strangers meeting for even brief moments would be inclined to pursue the pleasures. Well, I was around and I can attest that my generation had a much different approach to sex than our parents had. Oh I don’t believe for a moment that they were any more chaste than us. They just chose to conceal their activity.

[Mm] A Man and His Dog

Have you ever had a fantasy stuck in your head? An idea of what you want that’s so strong you can’t shake it no matter what. Then one day your dream comes true but you don’t know what to do next. Let me start by telling you a bit about myself. When all of this started, I was in my first year of college. An 18-year-old guy living on his own for the first time with more curiosity than common sense. I was and still am fairly slim, a bit on the short side at 5’6”.

For me it started off simple enough, I was browsing the internet as we all do and came across something that piqued my interest. It was a simple image of a girl wearing a collar. There was nothing fancy about it, it wasn’t a professional model or anything like that but the way she looked with the thick black leather wrapped around her snow-white skin made my heart skip a beat. My research continued as my need for this new idea rose. Over time I realized I wanted to be the one wearing the collar, the one bound on all fours, locked away in a cage in someone’s basement. Any time I would masturbate it had to be to this fantasy of mine. After awhile it was impossible to get off any other way. Over time I got more involved in the community, I found sites and chats dedicated to what I now knew was pet play. My dream was to find a girl that would help me try out this life of a dog that I so badly desired.

Stardew Sunshine [FF]: couple of girls enjoy a nice afternoon on the farm

Jenna walked outside her farmers cottage, feeling summer’s early morning rays embrace her. Rustic brown in color, the house’s siding melded with the white paneled windows and light brown wooden roof. Stacks of firewood sat on the porch next to the house, fuel for the fireplace and chimney, which rose from the side of the house in a brown-reddish brick. It was a cozy house; the perfect idyllic country dwelling for a cozy person.

Peering out, Jenna smiled at her lush patches of blueberries and watermelon dotting the farm. A couple of small ponds nestled themselves amongst the bushes, with assorted fruit trees lining the edges of the property. Near a path leading into town, a greenhouse held precious ancient berry bushes and out of season flora. These were her most prized plants and she maintained them as such. Well-trimmed, the leaves and stems seemed to dance in the morning light. Many chests also arranged themselves along the walls of the greenhouse, providing easy access to fertilizer and gardening tools. To the left of the building sat two red barns, from which baa’s and moo’s could be heard, intermittent pleas for breakfast and water.

The Sandstorm

18°15’ North, 53°39’ East, Dhofar, Oman
March 2nd, 1992, 2:18pm local time

The world had disappeared beneath a curtain of wind blown sand and premature night. The wind roared like a beast while it clawed brutally at his clothes and the scarf wrapped around is mouth and nose. Thankful for his goggles, Nick could still see no further than a few yards.

The sand storm had rolled in from the north, gathering strength as it crossed the border from Saudi Arabia. It descended on them with surprising speed, giving them only half an hour to secure the dig sight and all of the equipment before the first sands began to swirl. Having weathered two smaller storms in as many weeks, the team had reacted well. Now, everyone was sealed in their tents taking advantage of the unscheduled rest.

Buffeted by a powerful gust of wind, Nick decided he’d follow suit. He skipped down the side of the dune and moved toward his tent navigating by memory more than vision. They’d been at the dig sight for six weeks and in that time, Nick had made this place like a second home. Finding the lost city of Ubar had been a dream of his since he was a kid. His father had read him accounts of expeditions to the legendary “city of a thousand pillars” back in the 30s. Many great archeologists had come in search for this place. It had been nicknamed the “atlantis of the sands”.

For The First Time With The Most Beautiful Girlfriend In The World [MF]

I called up Manav and said, “Get up man we got a work to do”.

Manav answered in sleepy voice “Where you have been the last 6 hours, I called you thrice?” and I said “That’s not much important I’m on bike and on my way to ur home, get ready and be quick”

I reached Manav’s place, he was ready and sat behind me without any question answers, friends should be like this.

While being on the bike he asked loudly on speedy vehicle, “Six missed calls, a couple of them at once, haven’t you seen them”. He asked because he was trying my phone from 6 hours and I turned my head and said, “Well I’ll tell you, first show me any medical where I can buy I-pill”

“What? Are you talking about i-pill?”

“Yes i-pill, we need it ” as silently as I could

“Are you pregnant? ” he replied laughing

“Maybe mitali is…. ”

Manav was shocked, he knew that Mitali and I was in relationship since ending school days and it has been 2.5 years since we were together, he knew that we’d go to movies for kissing and other things, and he even would be together for booking movie tickets, but this was an insane move, he was totally unaware of this

Ruby…a grief-stricken woman finds connection and relief with a stranger. FF

I was tipsy on the dance floor among other writhing bodies, the music so loud my chest was thumping to the bass. I loved this, loved being a stranger. Even to myself. I wasn’t that girl who lost her bestest, Molly, who had been by her side for days on end, hoping, wishing and praying for something to turn around after what would turn out to be a successful suicide attempt.

This girl was staring at me from a corner on the dance floor. I felt her first and when I looked up, she was swinging her hips to the beat, her arms, moving overhead in a fluid manner. She sparkled. She was lit from the inside out. I was mesmerized by her. Chills ran down my thighs as she approached me.

“May I dance with you?” her lilting voice yelled over the music.

“Please.” I stepped closer, my knees knocking against hers and she placed a leg between mine, a hand clasping the back of my neck, another on my chest, just above the swell of my breast, a grin spreading across her face. I inhaled her sandalwood scent mixed with some kind of floral shampoo. I pulled her closer. I wanted her with a selfish desire that could eat her whole.

Coachella gone wild [FM]

So this story takes place last year, the first time I went to Coachella, but, I’m already planning on going back for sure and have my tickets. Anyways, I’d been talking about going with my co-worker, we jokingly call each other our work hubby and work wife, we work in a pretty boring office and we’re the youngest by far, like 20 years younger than the next group, I just finished college. The place is pretty uptight, so we tease each other and have a good time.

So, my co-worker Tom tells me he got me a ticket – he just got out of a relationship and was pretty down, I think the ticket was his gf’s but he never brought it up. Anyways, he says he will take care of everything, all I have to do is showup and have fun. And I’m all about that, you can’t beat that offer.

Tom and I never really had serious chemistry and he was always with his gf, so we had more of a bro sis vibe going on the whole time we worked together. Which was fine with me cause I also had a bf most of the time, but him and I were kind of on and off, so I didn’t feel any issues with going to Coachella with him.

To my submissive Girl

Your submission will be complete. I will occasionally bind your hands and feet, and blind fold you.
If you are turned on by your submission to my desire, I will let you wear a collar for my when you are mine, and alone with me.
I’m looking for a woman that wants to give herself to me completely. I want a kinky woman that is turned on by her partner’s desire for her. I want partnership where no one ever dare say no to the other. I want a woman that will ask for my permission to allow herself release when we are together. I am looking for a woman that is turned on when she gives herself over to my sexual desire and pleasure. Your only satisfied when your master is has climaxed. I want you obey my requests, and be open to my sexual play. I want to come inside of you and while my cock is sensitive from cumming, you will put it in your mouth and clean the cum off my cock with your tongue and mouth. When I do cum in your mouth you will drink every drop. When I take you from behind, with your ass up and face down, you will ask me if you can touch yourself, I love to feel your fingers pressing on your pussy. You love my hands on your hips as I thrust into you and you will breathlessly ask me for permission to cum.
I love anal play. I love to watch my cock slide in to your ass. You will crave my cock inside you and ask me to fuck you in the ass. My favorite is to plug your ass and fuck your pussy. I love filling you every where and feeling your plug press against my cock while I fuck you. Sometimes I will tell you to put your finger in your ass when I fuck you, because I love watching this. Sometimes I will put my finger in your ass and your pussy while I lick your clit.
I may want you wear a plug for my when we are together. I want to know I am touching you in an intimate place only I know about. This makes you wett and hot for me.
Sometimes I will fuck you mouth, sometimes I will cum on your face.
I will always talk dirty and describe what I want to do to you very graphically. I will whisper in your ear, and talk just as dirty on the phone. You will tell me how wett you are.
When we change positions I’m going to put my cock in your mouth, then back in your pussy. I like to kiss you and taste your pussy. I like when you ride me, feeling you on top sliding my cock in and out of you is amazing.
Everything that turns me on is very intimate, and requires consent from both of us. My priority is that you always feel special, safe, beautiful and satisfied. I will lick your pussy and fuck you until you cum.
I want to watch porn with you on occasion, and play games with toys when we are alone. I want a submissive woman that is truly GGG. I want to use your body for my pleasure and satisfaction.