We met each other at a mutual friend’s house party. Despite having attended the same high school until not too long ago, Sophia and I had never really spoken before. But a good amount of alcohol in the system will get me talking to anyone and so we bonded; just chatting at first but eventually with some flirting: subtle touches of each others’ arms here, a suggestive comment there… After two or so hours we were cuddled up on the end of a sofa, her head leaning on my shoulder and hand on my chest as my arm held her close. The conversation at some point turned up a notch when she asked me about any sexual fantasies I had. A simple fantasy I’ve always loved is true mutual masturbation. Using each other’s bodies to masturbate to without being allowed to touch; the desire to go at each other being denied fuelling the sexual tension further and further until both of you reach a climax and orgasm. After explaining this to her, I could tell she was extremely interested. Her breathing had slowed down dramatically but I could feel her pulse racing. During my vivid description of what it would feel like she had moved her hand down to on her inner thigh and had developed a noticeable wet patch through her lightly coloured trousers (I later learnt this was because she wasn’t wearing any underwear). She told me how hot she thought it sounded before, finally, she mentioned how close by her house was from where the house party was and asked if I wanted to head back to hers. Without hesitation I agreed, excited by the possibilities, and we walked the short distance over to hers.
Category: eroticliterature
(f19xf21) gxg – “take off my panties”
I slid my hand up her thigh, “You wanna do something?” I questioned, batting my eyes at her. She glanced up from her phone screen, our eyes peered into each other’s.
“No,” she replied. “I’m okay with what I’m doing, right now.” She continued scrolling through her phone. I furrowed my brows at her response, not satisfied with it. I could tell she could sense my distaste for her answer, but she didn’t look up again. I swung my leg over hers, straddling them. Both of my hands were placed flat on her hips.
I traced her hip bones with my fingers, sliding them over the hem of her pants. I scoffed when she gave me no response. “Seriously?” I grumbled. “You’re such a bummer,” I complained while sliding off of her, landing flat on my back. I tucked my hands behind my head and let out a sigh. As soon as I closed my eyes I could feel her stare holes into my skin. Her soft hand grabbed my wrist gently, her finger traced up and down it. I peaked my eyes open, hers were still glued to her screen.
From passion to pain, part 12 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)
*Smack* Ally’s pretty, perfectly sized bum rippled in response to the impact of my hand. *Smack* harder this time, eliciting a soft moan as the ripples faded. *Thwack* harder still, causing the light caramel flesh to begin to turn pink. *Thwack, thwack* two smacks, back to back causing Ally to yelp slightly in surprise, even as her body nestled further into me. “Naughty girls get punished,” I said simply, as I brought my hand harshly against her ass again. I had pulled up the red dress Ally had worn to my place – the only thing she had worn to my place, as spankings only worked when administered to a bare bottom. “But, sir – eep!” Ally’s thought was cut short as I slapped a hand on both cheeks simultaneously. “No, my little slut. No, ‘but, sir’s’ when you come to my house practically begging anyone on the street to fuck you.” Another back to back smack, alternating cheeks, before I started aggressively cupping the reddening globes of her ass. “Mghm, yes, sir. I’m sorry, master.” *smack!* “Mghm, please, master, punish your slut for begging for attention from other men.” *Thwack, thwack, smack, smack, thwack* “Oh, god. Yes, master! Your whore was too desperate and needs to be taught a lesson.” I didn’t spank her ass again at the demand. Ally laid across my lap in stunned silence for a moment, as – no doubtedly – her mind whirred for an explanation to the cease fire. “Master will ensure you don’t forget your mistake.” I grabbed Ally by her long, dark locks, pulling her off my lap and twisting her entire body to face the other direction. Ally let out a moan, a grunt, and a yelp, all mixed into one guttural noise. With the buxom brunette no longer blocking me from moving around, I stood and dropped my pants and boxers to the floor. I slapped her ass one more time before I pulled her head to me, arching her back, and lining up her pussy to my cock in one aggressive gesture. “Mmmmmm, thank you, master.”
Camping (F)(M)
I wake up in a small 4-person tent, with an air mattress big enough for two and the sun shining in. I lay there for a moment and let myself stretch and wake up. Standing at 5 foot nothing with curly hair tied up in a messy bun, tanned skin, tank top, and cut off shorts, I get up and go to start a fire but I realize that I’m out of fire starters. I grab my wallet, zip up hoodie and head to the campsite store. I see the other campers start to stir and come alive. I grab a few supplies and head back to my site. I pass by one site, there is this guy. A tall man. A man who’s probably about 6 foot tall. He wears a hoodie, along with a pair of jogging pants, he has about a 2-inch-long beard, and a dad body. As I check him out, he looks up at me and cough me looking. My cheeks heat a little. He smiles and waves at me.
Pool Encounter (MF)
L vaped another hit of her brass knuckle thc as she sat by the pool. She already had the start of a slight buzz going and was enjoying the warm sun
and the quietness around her. It had been a long time since she had time to herself, and lazing around the pool without distraction sounded like
a dream come true.
Her eyes closed, she sensed him approach. You look relaxed he said. She just nodded, content to bask in the sun.
Here, he said, let me put some lotion on your shoulders before you burn. She nodded again, eyes still closed, and felt
his magic fingers start at her shoulders, making soft, then hard strokes, turning her small frame to jello. She relaxed even more
feeling the tension drain out of her body. God he was good she thought, and felt him work from her shoulders to her neck,
to even his scalp, making small little circles that eased her muscles some more.
I think it would help if you lay down he said, blindly she complied, and laid down on the towel. The massage continued
Drunk, horny and no place to go [MM]
So this happened approximately 12 years ago, I was 18 he was 20.
So it’s 2010 me and the guy I lived with stumbled through the door after a night of drinking both having struck out. We sit down on the couch crack another beer and throw the tv on, talking the usual crap young men do whilst flicking through the channels. We stumble across some soft core porn (aussies will know all about late night SBS) it obviously makes us pretty aroused I awkwardly shuffle in my seat to hide my obvious erection, Jacob meanwhile slides his hand down his pants.
I think what the hell and slide my hand down my pants to, slowly jerking my self off our eyes glued to the tv. All of a sudden he glances over at me as I’m letting out the softest of moans, Jacob grins at me and slides down his pants, his erect cock springs out I’m impressed it was easy 7.5-8 inches.
We lock eyes as we both continue to stroke, Jacob looks down at my pants and gives me a playful nod, I slide off my pants exposing myself almost blushing a little as I’m only 6 inches. We continue like this for a while talking about how hot the actresses are, how much we’d love to fuck them, softly moaning.
My (f) first time giving a blowjob
Everyone in this story was 18 or older at the time it happened. The first four things people tend to notice about me are that I am short, I have short brown hair, I am rather pale, and I am too busty for people to not notice.
So going into college I was already pretty used to receiving male attention. Between my short stature and and my large chest having people not make eye contact with me was the norm, but there wasn’t much I could really do about it. So at worst I’ve ignored it completely, and at best I’ve used what I’ve got to my advantage.
I had high school boyfriends before, though I had never really done anything with them. Honestly, I didn’t go into college hunting for a boyfriend, that wasn’t my priority, but I ended up chasing after one anyway.
Let’s call him Damian, he was very tall, very skinny, with a cute face, a lot of similar interests to me, and a flashy smile. I met him through some mutual friends and classmates, I took notice of him pretty quickly, I thought he was cute, and he definitely noticed me in the expected ways. I decided that if I was going do things with someone it was going to be him.
My boss [M] fulfilled a fantasy I [F] didn’t know I had (Part 5)
Preface: There are previous parts to this story, but I try to make them not required so you can enjoy each one as it comes along. I am in a long-term relationship, as is my boss. He is third in charge where I work, and we are a similar age.
The next morning, I nervously got out of bed. This was my last day house-sitting at my boss’s (D) house. They were home now, and I was done. I started to pack up some of my things from around the house. While in the lounge, D came up behind me and felt up my body. His hands roamed from my hips, up my waist and over my breasts. It felt so good, but I was still ashamed of my pleasure the night before. But I wanted it. I wanted it all so bad. I wanted to be a slut for him. I spun around to tell him to stop, but it was hard when I looked into his eyes. The way D looked at me was still as intoxicating as it had been the first time. Upon hearing his sister and mum in another room, he stepped back from me and acted as if nothing had happened. I was so wet thinking of D’s hands roaming over my body. When his family walked in, he suggested making breakfast. D made delicious pancakes for everyone. I hadn’t had pancakes in a long time. While making them, he was acting like nothing had happened between us. I couldn’t stop looking at him. I could still see D’s body in my head from the previous night, and the clothes he had on were doing nothing to hide his shape. After we finished the pancakes, D’s family had to go out, leaving us alone.
Platonic Friends 10 (fiction, 23M/23F/23F, Con, friends, roommates)
I went back to my routine after everything was done that day in the shower where I helped Emma’s end her three year dry spell. After our various romps in the shower until the water finally got cold I left the shower feeling empty after pumping Emma with so many loads as I had *never* done a continuous session **that long**. So after the multi-unloading I went to my room and pretty much slept until my alarm went off and my routine started.
My routine had always consisted of going to school then immediately went to work in order to pay the bills.
For the next five days that was my routine. School first thing in the morning until about 5ish then off to work until midnight. Come home, if any homework was needed to be done I tried to do if not I pushed it to my off days. Then I went to sleep.
Rinse and repeat for five days until the weekend when I *finally* got to relax and *maybe* catch up on homework that I let slide until now as I counted down the days until I graduate with only months before I was officially done with school and ready to start an actual life….whatever that meant.
The Fireman 20’s
June 13 2021
The Fireman
I’ve been texting a guy named Bren who is really sweet. I met him at work when someone pulled the fire alarm in the OR because they didn’t know the proper procedure for high humidity. Newbies.
These firemen that came for this bogus false alarm were checking to make sure everything was OK in the OR. I had gone up to grab some sterile instruments that need to be re-processed due to the fact that humidity can alter the packaging of the items.
As I was leaving with my cart I ran into this tall firefighter with gorgeous eyes and the cutest mustache. We locked eyes and smiled.
“Hey there” he said
“Uhm…hi…” I replied. “ ..If your looking for the other guys they are right down that hall..”
“Yea thanks…” he said. “ do you need help bringing this stuff down to wherever your going?”
“Uhm no I’m ok” I stammered. Thanks anyways.
“Can I see you again?. He asked
“Uhm..I’d like that…” I replied blushing.
I gave him my number and he texted me a few hours later.