I began to take more chances with Maddie. As she stood gazing at the sound one morning, I opened the windows and let her lean against the sill as I reached between her legs from behind. I pulled her into the pantry one evening, knowing Madison could arrive any minute to make dinner, then buried my head beneath her skirt as Maddie grasped at shelves to steady herself. I even tried whisking Maddie into the walk-in freezer for a quickie while Madison was out for lunch, but we both found it too cold.
I realize now that I subconsciously wanted Madison to catch us, to learn the truth. Not out of some moral imperative or gnawing sense of guilt, but because a part of me thought she would be flattered. Or that she might see how well I pleased Maddie and take me for herself. Or, perhaps most rewarding of all, that seeing her double, her identical self, bent over the grand piano might trigger some kind of kink. That the two of them—twins!—would corner me in the shower and take turns soaping my lust-forgiven cock.
I became so enamored with the promise of this fantasy that I may have pushed things too far.
One night, after a long day of work, I was returning to my room when I noticed, through a hallway window, an unusual light out on the sound, not far from shore. It was a boat, I realized, and while I couldn’t be sure, it looked like the professor’s sailboat. I fetched a pair of binoculars from the library and, sure enough, peering from my bedroom window, I could just make out Madison in the last light of day, sipping champagne on the bow as Harry carried a tray of cheeses up from the cabin.
When Maddie came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me and slipping her hands into my front pockets, I turned to her. I looked her over. Black cotton panties and a red sweater hanging off one shoulder. She looked very enticing, but I decided it wasn’t quite right.
Madison’s room wasn’t locked. It looked as I expected from the mirror, but opening the door I could also smell the scent of Madison’s perfume, a girlish mix of cinnamon and lavender. I led Maddie in by the hand and asked her to have a seat in one of the wingback chairs.
Her underwear was in the top drawer. A layer of simple white and tan options was on the surface, but resting beneath was a dense collection of more playful lingerie. Matching sets in various pastel shades. Silk nighties. Lace stockings. Bright red straps barely connected to any fabric at all. Much of it I’d seen, much of it I’d not. I chose an outfit, set it on the bed, and told Maddie I’d wait in the bathroom while she tried it on.
When I emerged, she was admiring herself in the mirror. She wore a gray university t-shirt with a deep v and the tight blue jeans Madison often wore to work which so meticulously hugged her backside. I approached Maddie and cupped my hand against her ass, the curving mound of denim feeling just as I’d always imagined. I spun Maddie around, pulled her against me, and slipped my hands into her back pockets, squeezing each cheek the way I’d wanted to so many times in the lab. I spanked her lightly and she pressed against me; I spanked her harder and she leapt.
I ran my fingers around the inside of her waistband. I kissed Maddie, then looked down between our bodies as I undid the button of her jeans. Unzipped them. The hint of her underwear peeked through. I yanked the jeans down over her hips, and underneath, the frilly white panties with cherries, the ones Madison had worn on the day of our arrival. I got down on my knees and gently kissed the fabric between Maddie’s legs. Gently licked against the fabric. Wet, the panties adhered to the lips beneath, and I kissed Maddie there to taste her through the frills.
I stood. Maddie panted faintly, leaning back against the dresser. I ran my hands along her sides, ruffling the t-shirt against her skin. My hands rose higher along her back. Over her shoulders. I took each side of the v-neck in my hands and, glancing at the design on the cotton, the same university logo that had been on my sweatshirt, I ripped it open.
Maddie gasped, her chest heaving beneath a pastel orange bra, the same bra that had reminded me of a creamsicle.
I slid the torn shirt down her arms until, reaching the wrists, I used the remnants to tie Maddie’s hands behind her back. I stepped back. I admired her eager body. Then, realizing she needed one last thing, I reached around to dig through Madison’s jewelry box. I found a long silver necklace with a spherical amulet on the end. I clasped it around her neck. I held the amulet to my mouth, gave it a single kiss. Then I let the amulet roll against and into her cleavage.
And then I undressed.
When Madison opened her door, we were on top of her bed. Maddie on her knees, leaning forward with one shoulder against a bedpost. Me behind, holding the shirt tied around her wrists. And the white frilly panties pushed to one side, my pelvis thumping against Maddie’s ass.
Category: eroticliterature
Discovering My Love of Pegging [M29/F29] [Married] [Pegging] [Anal] [DP] [Toys]
I never thought much of anal sex for the longest time, in any form. I’m a cis-male who was generally always into your standard, run of the mill porn. Heterosexual, lesbian at times, some other different fetishes but nothing ever involving anal and definitely not pegging.
I didn’t even really know it was a thing until I watched a video of my favorite pornstar at the time where she was pegging a guy. The description of the video had nothing to do with pegging and the thumbnail images never showed it either, but it made up a good portion of the video. Anyways, it was Remy Lacroix pegging a guy with a pink strap-on dildo (a bit of a deep cut for you porn fanatics).
When it first started showing the pegging scenes, I was obviously confused. But I found that as I was watching, I never lost my erection and was actually sort of turned on by it. Remy taking control of the situation and fucking the guy in the ass was super hot to watch, and it made me question for a brief moment what I really wanted to see. The rest of the video was back to standard stuff (at least as far as I remember), so I kind of forgot about it for a few years.
Coffee Delivery [MF 30s][Vanilla]
You hear a knock at your office door, you look over your shoulder to see me leaning on the door frame, brown steel toes, jeans, a flannel shirt and a coffee in my hand. You tell me you’ll just be a minute. Seeing you bent over your desk, the shape of your perfect ass in that skirt I have other ideas. I step into the office and pull the door closed, the heel of my work boot firmly pushing it closed. My spare hand locks the door handle. I set the coffee on a bookcase and walk towards you. You stand up at the approach of my boots just in time for my hands to firmly grab your hips and spin you around. I attack your lips with mine, one hand firmly griping your waist and pulling you to me. The other reaches down and slides the zipper on the hem of your skirt up. You yelp when my hands grab your waist, pick you up and set you down abruptly on the desk. You immediately unbuckle my belt and start at the button on my jeans, my hands run up your thighs and I hook my fingertips around your black lace panties still soaked with my cum from our lovemaking earlier that morning. I quickly pull them off and set them on the desk beside you. I kiss you again. You reach down and guide my hard cock inside you, your pussy still slick from the cum I filled you with earlier. Once the head of my cock is inside you I grab your hips with both hands and thrust inside you. Another yelp escapes your lips and your finger nails dig into my arms. The second thrust causes you to moan again, this time my hand shoots up and clamps over your mouth. My hand still clamped over your mouth I start to press my hips to yours, my cock pushing deep inside you. I hear you moan through my hand, I want both of my hands on you as I fuck you so suddenly I stop. I take my hand away from your mouth, you see the smirk on my face and know something’s coming. I kiss you deeply, after I break the kiss one hand reaches up my thumb on your chin, index finger underneath it. I slowly pull your chin down opening your mouth. Without breaking your gaze I push your cum soaked panties into your open lips. Satisfied the panties I’ve shoved in your mouth should stifle your cries I grab your waist with both hands and then I fuck you. I fuck you with a primal desire to be deeper inside you with every thrust. You wrap your legs around my waist in an attempt to match that desire. I reach up and wrap a hand firmly around your throat, you look into my eyes, a stifled moan every time my cock slams into you. Suddenly I feel your pussy tighten around my cock, your cheeks flush and your eyes clamp shut. The tight grip around me and the desire to share this moment with you push me to the edge. A moan that shifts into a whimper escapes your lips and I feel your pussy twitch around me. I make one final thrust. I pull you closer and turn your head with the grip I have around your throat. I press my face against the side of yours and you hear a low growl from my throat as my cock finally pumps its warm seed inside you. A couple moments later I slowly and regretfully slide my cock out of you, your body shutters as I do. My cum spills out of your swollen lips and drips onto the desk. I pull my pants up and buckle my belt. I fetch the coffee off the bookcase and set it on the desk. I kiss you on the cheek “I thought you could use this, I’ll see you at home love” I walk to the door open it a crack to make sure it’s clear and step out. The closing of the door snaps you out of the daze the whole event left you in.
My Landlord’s Daughter [M34/F29] [Pussy Licking] [Vanilla]
After I exchanged contact information with my landlord’s daughter on my landlords party, after I had promised my landlord to call her daughter it took me until Monday to send her a first message. It just was a casual “Hi, how are you? Do you even remember me?” one. Luckily she remembered me. And luckily she got back to me.
We kept on texting back and forth for a day or two. We still got along and had something to talk about. So that thing we had up and running at her mother’s party wasn’t just a one time lucky hit. So I asked her for a date. She said yes. We agreed on Friday night, in one of the fanciest Italian restaurants in town. She chose the location. She insisted on it.
Her insisting on it gave me a minor heart attack. I clearly couldn’t afford it. And getting a reservation in one of the most popular restaurants in town for a Friday night on a Wednesday afternoon, it gave me more than just a headache.
Ending up in the wrong shower [Str8] [MF20’s] [Oral] [Public]
*Context: Completely new here, first time posting just had this idea come to my mind, not native English-speaker Bit of a slow burn story, most interesting part marked further down*
*FULLY FICTIONAL STORY*
I was a regular at the indoor swimming pool of my town, so I knew my way around and was aware of the usual schedule of the place. Normally I would visit the pool in the evening or at the weekend. But this time, I had decided to go on a Tuesday morning, as I had the week off and didn’t have anything else to do. The indoor pool is very close to a large hospital, so people who work there – particularly nurses – often visit it to relax before or after work. Therefore, the pool often has more female than male visitors. I took the bus at around nine-thirty in the morning, got off at the bus stop named after the hospital and walked towards the entrance.
Untitled Poem [M/F][Mid-30s][vanilla, humour, long distance, imagination]
Did you feel my foot
Rubbing on you, last night?
Zero one sixteen
Oh when, six ten
If you uh. Know what I mean
I was laid back flat
Right-legged-bent-flat-foot to left knee
And I felt (swore I felt) flet your lips nibbling me
Grabbed my phone, stared at your name
Wet anticipation, hoping you’d do the same
Actually lifted my head, pretended to see
What I felt (really felt) your beard, and lips on such sensitive parts of me
And my foot, if you had been
Quite exactly
In that way
On top of me
My foot went numb.
My foot went numb and my foot would have been
Where your rib cage could have been
So, My Darling,
Man with features I’m respectfully addicted too…
Did you feel it?
When my foot, fully numb
Traveled precisely to
Perfectly perfect places on you
I once shyed away from
Lollipop girl [M53/F37] (MF, oral, cheating)
She’s (F37) as empathetic as anyone I (M53) know. She’s also as intelligent as anyone I know. She is scientist—an expert in her field, as it turns out, and a much sought-after expert.
There’s no point in denying that she is incredibly _sexual_; men sense it. Women too. She is sexy, true. But she is also an inherently sexual being.
Once she cheated on her husband with me, and I cheated on my wife.
In the hotel room she was daddy’s good little girl for a few hours. On her knees in front of the big comfortable chair, her head between my legs. Her pretty hair in my lap.
My cock in her mouth, her tongue on my cockhead, licking and sucking and tasting it like it was forbidden candy.
She murmured and purred and I stroked her hair. She gently fondled my balls. She was not a professional scientist that afternoon. She was a sweet and submissive girl for me.
My fantasy is simple: I want that again. She enjoyed giving me the gift at least as much as I enjoyed receiving it. I need to have that again. And not with the next available willing woman. With her.
The Box [M|F|mid-20s][masturbation][anal][perhaps some magic]
Katelyn found herself sitting up in her bed and staring at her bedroom closet door. She stashed *the box* atop a few shoe boxes in the back of her closet and she found that she had been thinking about it more and more every time she used it. Her limbs felt heavy. Her bedroom was inked in grey shadow. The light of the streetlamps outside seeped in through her blinds casting faded horizontal slits across her room. She reached over to her bedside table and checked her phone. She stared at the screen, blinking slowly. It was 2:44 in the morning. She let her phone slide from her fingers, and it fell back down the bedside table with a dull thud.
The box in her closet was a plain wooden crate, old, battered, and covered in countless faded shipping stamps. It was, for the most part, an unassuming box. It was the contents of that box that kept her up at night.
Her nightshirt was bundled up, twisted around her waist, and the fabric clung uncomfortably to her skin.
Entwined [FM] [Mid-20’s] [Slow build] [Vanilla] [His first time]
The door shut behind us with a soft click, muffling the laughter and music inside to a murmur. Outside was a stark contrast to the revelry. The expanse between the houses was open and dark. Distant lights glowed yellow down the valley, sharp in the chilly air.
“You ready to go?”
I finished buttoning my coat and nodded. Stuart was made of hardier stuff, or else it was pure stubborn bravado preventing him from wearing a jacket. He offered an arm and I gladly wrapped myself around it, tucking my hands in for warmth and letting him guide me. I would have stumbled in the darkness, but he had no problem finding his way by starlight. He’d gone between the two houses so often I’m sure he could have made it blindfolded.
Paisley ran ahead of us and quickly disappeared into the dark. She knew the way even better and would be waiting for us at the front door.
A gust of wind made me shiver closer to Stuart’s arm. “Jeez it’s cold out here.”
He chuckled. “We could run it?”
“I’d probably turn an ankle,” I giggled back. “Let’s get there safely and I can warm up inside.”
Parking Lot Rendezvous. [f27] [m57] (kissing) (fingering) (oral) (age gap) (premature ejaculation) (affair) first post
I don’t usually work weekends. They asked, and my husband was able to watch the kid so it was no big deal.
Only difference working on the weekends is my bosses husband is home. I’ve worked here for years now. Have done a few weekends, yet this one is different.
He wasn’t locked away in his office, he was around more. Asking if I need help more. Interacting more.
Didn’t think anything of it. Then I noticed the lingering stares, and type of eye contact that made me wish I was alone in his office with him.
It was nearing the end of my shift and he headed out to the store. My phone vibrated ‘meet me behind Metro in 10’. My heart raced and I instantly felt my panties get wet.
replied back and waited until I was done.
I pulled up beside his car, and he texted me to get in the back of my car. I do as I’m told.
He gets in beside me, and pulls me on top of him. I start kissing him, throwing my tongue into his mouth then letting both of our tongues find their own rhythm.
His hands start exploring reaching under my shirt. Pushing my bra up to get better access to my breasts.
‘Oh fuck’ he says as he grabs them in his hands.