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Jawbreaker

That is your nickname. You know who you are. Enjoy ;)

December 24th, just before store closing. We are chatting away, and the store is completely empty, except for you looking over your department, and me, the guy who has 100% of his attention on you. I am kneeling down, looking your way in silence. You are bent over at the waist and sorting out the arrow head packages on the shelves, pointing your ass directly in my face. I am literally 30 centimeters away from your skin tight jeans, wondering how the jeans are riding up so close up your crotch, outlining every curve of your sexy body. You continue to carry on the conversation of a well trained salesperson.

You answer me by saying that you are in fact not wearing underwear, and ask if I can tell, with a daring grin. I reply, "well yes I can. and I'm going commando as well!"

You peak back at me, but I continue to stare. You smile, and slide a foot out of your black boots, raising it towards me. You know I have a foot fetish, so you purposely removed your socks. I look down at your foot, and lick my lips. Seeing the soft shiny sole of your bare foot, I began to fidget, trying to hide my raging hardon. Read more »

The Bath

Lying back in the tub soaking my tired body steam rising from the bath water with the sent of lavender lingering in the air. My hair is piled up to the top of my head leaving the column of my tender neck completely exposed. The bathroom door is cracked slightly, just enough for you to see me in the mirror without being detected. The water level is right up to my breasts. At this moment my nipples are formed into tight pink buds of arousal. I take a deep breath drawing your attention to those sinfully hard nips, and sink further down into the tub. It's been a long day, all those meetings and never-ending conference calls. I need a stiff drink and a stiff cock to help me relax.

My long silky leg partially covered in bubbles hangs over one side of the tub. I run my hand over the delicate skin of my thick thigh and moan. I didn't realize how frustrated I had been. It's been months without any sexual attention. I reach for my glass of wine and take a long lingering sip. Your eyes catch my pink lips pressing on the glass and you take a steadying breath. I place the glass back on the side of the tub and slowly lick the droplet of dark red wine from my lips. You groan inwardly imagining what that soft velvety tongue and those supple lips would feel like around your hard throbbing cock. Read more »

My first orgasm. [mf, age play]

I was still a virgin the first time you brought me to ecstasy with your fingers. I was a teen and you were twenty five- my sister's boyfriend. I had nursed a juvenile crush on you. Not just you, but all of your friends, as well. I couldn't help myself. You were all grown: all stubble and hairy chests, hard jaw lines, contagious, complete sexual tenacity.

But I didn't know what I was feeling, you know? I didn't fantasize about you or dream of an improbable romance with any of you guys. Verily, I was still a child. And the infatuation was an innocent one. I blushed when I saw you, I caught glances at the corded muscles casting veins across your forearm. I became intoxicated with a bubbling foam of giggles in your presence.

But I knew it was wrong. You were my sister's boyfriend! You were practically family. I saw you every day and sometimes slept over at your house on the weekends. It was benign and all but an afterthought, until the night I woke from dreaming to the sound of my own voice moaning and a cacophony of pleasure swarming at my core. Read more »

In the cemetery [mf, light bondage]

The burnt fir scent of the air froze on our lips. The moon hung itself ominously on a black backdrop as we trudged through the wet grass and cracking headstones in a derelict cemetery. You were solemn and serious as you lead me to a haunting hollow open tomb, all grey and ancient at the edge of the mass of burial plots.

You had told me to be silent so I didn't say a word but my heart was pounding as you lead me into chilled darkness. I wore an old fashioned lacey white nightgown with your jacket over my shoulders and white lace thigh high stockings with a pale pink garter. I was a sexy apparition, of course.

My rose blushing nipples showed through the thin bodice and the skirt was thin as a veil, but my skin felt hot with rushing blood as you pressed me abruptly against the rough cement wall and let your hand trace my lines in the dark.

I could see nothing, could smell only damp, could feel your breath warm like a furnace, your fingers tracing chilled bumps onto my skin. Read more »

20 [F4M] Erotic Story Gets Me So WET!!!! <3

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In the following free erotic story, a couple must find a way to pass the time when a snow storm knocks out the power…

Power Out Erotica

As he flicked aimlessly through TV programs, she looked at her phone again and sighed. It had been silly to order in with the snow as bad as it was, but they had already eaten the last of anything shy of its expiry date from the fridge.

Her phone pinged. An apology from the restaurant, their dinner would be another 40 minutes. Sighing again, she turned and watched his blank face as he flicked, paused, flicked, paused through the channels. With dark features and strong brow, it seemed like he was deeply considering whether to watch sport fishing or the Christmas episode of Friends.

And then silence. The blue glow of the screen that had been lighting the room went dark, as did the porch light outside.

‘Oh for fuck’s…’ She got up and looked through the window at the dark houses along their laneway.

From behind her came a yellow glow and she turned to see him holding a single candle in a glass holder. Read more »

A “goodbye” to remeber [MF][Oral].

It was another late day, as Max walked out of work, he sighed. He felt like he hadn't had a day off in weeks, and worse, when he did have some spare time, he had no one to hang out with. His friends seemed to just feel distant, never seeming to care if he texted them, came over, or simply worked for seven days straight. He had no love life, no one even seemed interested in him. Work was is his life. And he hated life. Sure, it had its moments of fulfillment or even 'happiness', but that was the 1%, and he could not live off 1%.

As he crossed the parking lot, he noticed Arlene was standing by her car, alone, seemingly waiting for a ride. Life was his work, so naturally his coworkers were his source of socializing. He walked over, eventually it became apparent to her that Max was coming towards her, and not his car. They had known each other only a short amount of time, she was new and Max was quite the veteran in the field. Read more »

Papi’s Little Girl Needs to Learn a Lesson [Daddy/daughter]

The End of The World

Ivy Ferris collapsed onto the bus’s badly upholstered seat, her feet aching in the high-arched heels she wore for her job as an administrative assistant at Saint’s Marketing, a small, niche ad agency. Laying her handbag next to her, she shrugged out of the fitted jacket before undoing the first few buttons on the sleeveless shirt beneath.

The day had been hell. They’d had five fussy clients in and out of the office all day and, to top it all off, Harlan St. James, president of the company was out sick so she’d been forced to play apologetic hostess all day.

She was bone-tired and her face hurt from smiling. All she wanted was to go home.

Home.

It was still such a strange idea to her.

Her mother had been a professor of evolutionary psychology, who—no matter how hard she tried—just couldn’t quite make tenure. So they’d constantly been moving about from college to college, trying to make her positions stick.

Growing up in temporary, month-to-month apartments—and then finally her own college dorm rooms followed by her own cheap efficiency apartment—Ivy had never really had a real home until she’d moved into Marcus Ramirez’s house. Read more »

Life with Emily Part 1. Falling for my slut lover and her wife.

I hadn't really been that successful in my relationships with women until I met Emily. I had no trouble starting a relationship but each time, after a while something seemed to be missing. I always lost interest in them sexually as a growing sense of need would take over. I never knew what the need was for so it remained a sort of nagging psychic itch.

Of course the women I dated were not the women I was attracted to and I knew that. I was attracted to them physically and emotionally but I had to force the sexual interest. On the other hand, the best, most intense and fulfilling relationships I had were with escorts, strippers and porn actresses. Not just any escort or whore but those that were in the business because they loved being the business. Those relationships never worked out, never because of the sex but because after a while I didn't connect with them as people.

I was stuck. I dated women I liked as people and found them sexually unappealing, or I dated women I loved sexually but could not connect with them at any other level. Read more »

One Word At a Time

Upon my chest there lay breast "Pop goes my pussy", she said. Dirty panties found in my rectum, yet lust for wet ass holes. Obama makes moist rim pop.

Sweet hungry child, why must you watch me masturbate? Alas my scrotum itches. Can you see that child wistfully wasting his dreams. You found my passion. Pop-it. Shake-it. Pull-it. But don't turn it on. Take my gratuitous hand in your tiny mouth. Delicious tongue you have teased me again. I couldn't conceive a dream so wet; your bongos make me Congo. Please ask my secretary about nudes and bongos.

Alone again but not for long. When the bass drops my panties follow. Christ felt betrayed like sodden bread. Perish from lack of Jumanji. Robbing graves makes two dozen tears. Amber waves goodbye in the bedroom while Jimmy comes undone. Forever finding his coitus soulmate aka. Jimmy Neutron. Popcorn smells cummy to my scummy father. Circus animals trained with whip makes Jimmy breaks toilet help! Find Daddy please.

Daddy never came back, but he came hard. This mother fucker! Alone at last, though urine still haunts my undies. I discovered more Daddies pounding Jimmy. Please stop Daddy! Land-O-Lakes is my lubrication when sadness takes back masturbation. Wait there's some father over yonder. Why can't Amber come undone? Finally I am complete, but not until Daddy returns.