Family, Friends, And Other Lovers.

Family ,Friends , and other lovers
PART TWO
Chapter .Six

I can’t take it anymore!

I’m going into his room right now!
I leapt off the couch and quickly ran to
The hallway that leads to his bedroom.
BAM! OUCH!
We had slammed into each other so
Hard , we fell to the ground.
We both started laughing.
When the laughter subsided, he looked
Into my eyes.
Are you alright? He asked with a gentle
Smile.
I answered softly, slowly, yes.
At that moment, eyes fixed on each other, we both knew what was happening.
We had collided, because, we were desperate to seize the opportunity of this night.

As he stood up, he offered his hand to help me up.
As My feet found the floor, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He placed his hands, gently on my hips.
We were moving slow until, we couldn’t control ourselves anymore!
He picked me up into his arms and ran to his bedroom.
My heart was beating so fast!
It had been so long since either one of us felt such passion and desire.

Family, Friends, And Other Lovers.

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND OTHER LOVERS [RO} ROMANCE

The characters in this story are purely fictional.

CHAPTER 1.

I’ve been married for nearly twenty years to a man
That gives zero affection.
And sex,,forget about it!
All he ever wants is for me to suck him off.
I wouldn’t be bothered by at all if, he returned the favor.
He just refuses to it.

Any way, we have had sex during our marriage.
Just always on his terms, when he wants it.
I would try to talk to him about it calmly hoping we could resolve this .
Unfortunately, he just gets angry and walks away.

It’s going on four years now, I have not been touched
by a man
Felt warm skin against my body.
I need to be fulfilled desperately!

My sister’s marriage is the same way, except it’s her husband that is starving for affection.
She’s been so cruel and cold to him.
She told me that “ he can’t even get it up”.
Poor guy!
He deserves so much better.
My sister is a very unkind person in general but,
Since he lives with her , he takes most of the punches.

Nice Surprise

“Jon? It’s 5:30 in the morning, what are you doing here?” Jon stood in the doorway, a soft smile on his lips. He was wearing a t-shirt and pants, along with his boots. I stood to the side, motioning him inside. I looked down at myself as he walked inside, my shorts and tank top not leaving much to imagination. I cleared my throat as he sat down, smiling a bit as my nerves begin to start off.

“I just came to surprise you.” He leaned back, his arms outstretched on the top of the couch. He looked so relaxed. I eyed him up and down, blushing a bit as the thought of his arms around me invaded my mind. “Well it’s a nice surprise. Would you like anything to drink?” I stand next to him, smiling a bit, making my ass pop out a bit just to see if he’d notice. He sat forward and chuckled, his finger softly brushing up against my knee. “Honestly, a glass of you would be great.”

Things from our weekend that I’ve absolutely loved (m/F) pt 1?

Hearing you say:
“I love what you do to my pussy”. You sigh quietly and add, “I’ve missed you so much.”

My cock twitches just thinking about it.

Have you stroke me, build up to a hard and fast speed with your fingers on the either side of the head, moaning as I play with yours ass underneath you.
I love not being able to tell what is making you moan so passionately. Is it me playing with your ass and teasing you? Or is it you teasing me? With my naturally soaked cock in your hands? Is it both?

I love when you continue to stroke me hard and fast as I groan out, “I cumming.”
I love hearing you moan when I whisper, “you make my cock feel so good, baby,” in your ear and feeling you stroke me harder in response.
I love touching your pussy, rubbing you as you rub me, and feeling one of your big cascading orgasms happen; your pussy clenches down, even as it’s empty, and I can feel your inner walls brush against the pads of my fingers as I give you long strokes, wetness gushing out of you.
It’s times like these that I know I could make you squirt, but choose to just savor the feeling your cunt cry for me. Soaking my hand with each brush of my fingers.

The shed of sin [pls give me pointers and critic bad or good]

The man walks to the she following the woman, he looks down at her bottom to which seems like its hugging her skirt. He was cleary turned on, he was able to make out a shape and size and within moments he realized he was not listening to a word she had said. She turns and looks at him, it takes him a few seconds to act like he was looking at the floor and he raises his head up and smiles, the woman suspecting he was checking her out opens the door of the she and invites him in. “My husband usually keeps the tools here” she says slowly. The man smiles and thanks her as he starts looking around for a wrench within moments the woman was quickly backing into him. The man confused grabs her waist and looks around to see what had freightened her. Clearly embarrassed the woman says “sorry i thought that was a mouse” she says pointing at the used brillo pad on the ground. The man lets out a low chuckle and lets go of her waist, still on the man the woman feels her neighbors hard cock pressed against her bottom, and her body goes cold and quickly warm again as she moves away from him and apologizes again, he smiles and nods as if he were dismissing the matter.
At this point he doesnt care about the tools anymore he only cares about feeling her lips on his body, the humid shed caused sweat to form and bead off his forehead, the woman stares at his perfectly chisled forearm and she starts to day dream, she imagined the man thrusting against her women parts in a slow but firm manner, she starts to blush as the world around her starts to slow down she begins to wonder why his penis was even hard in the first place

Your body is my temple (M+F)

I start off by pushing you back onto the bed, and slowly make my way up your long, naked legs, touching, kissing and licking all the way up. I get so close to your pussy, you can feel my hot breath on your wet lips, but I don’t touch. Not yet.

I move my mouth up your body, planting kiss after kiss over your taut, firm stomach as my hand caresses your inner thigh.

My mouth reaches the swell of one your glorious breasts, and starts to traverse that heavenly expanse of flesh, kissing all the way. My hand slowly gets closer and closer to your dripping cunt as you start moaning in pleasure.

Your moans start getting louder as my tongue glides over one of your nipples, and I take it into my mouth. My hand whispers over your slick pussy lips, barely touching as you moan at the tease, and pull my head further onto your breast. You look down at me and I can see the want in your eyes. The want for release. I relent in my merciless teasing and I start gliding my fingers between your dripping cunt lips.

Off to the Lake House with Sofie | Part 1 | [MF] [INC]

It was the summer after my second year of university. It was tradition for my family to go out to our lake house for a few weeks, enjoying the warmth, wilderness, swimming: lots of fun. This year, our dad was gone for a month long teaching assignment in the UK, and since it significantly overlapped with me and my step-sister Sofia’s college fall semester, we didn’t go with him. Yes, it would just be me, Sofia, and my step-mom Hannah alone for some time.

The road trip was very long – like twenty hours of driving long – but it was scenic, so we didn’t mind skipping the flight and saving money. Me and Sofia had been home alone, Hannah was out in Seattle for work, and we were driving separately and meeting at the lake house.

Sofia offered to drive, at 19 she was two years younger than me and had just gotten her license, and thought this would be nice practice. I was half dreading and half ambivalent about the drive, it would give me time to blast through some audiobooks, which is nice. I downed some Nyquil the night before departure to ensure I’d sleep early and be well rested for the drive. The flaw in that plan is so much Nyquil makes you just as tired the next morning until it gets out of your system.

Dancing Queen

=== ***Queen*** ===

It’s a good job. It’s an unconventional job, but it’s a good job.

Stripping has its perks, that’s for sure. The club that I go to pays a lot, and it’s in the better part of town so the clientele is pretty good. And safe, that’s for sure.

Now, the club has a VIP room. For the people that wants to go there, they have to produce several forms stating that they’re clean. The test needs to be finished the day of their visit. This is pretty much how the club gets their money, from the dancers having sex with the VIPs. To their credit, the club screens the VIPs and usually only the rich folks gets through.

I’m half-white and half-black. For the most part, I’m pretty light skinned for a mixed race girl. I can practically pass for a white girl if I’m being honest, but I’m proud of both sides of my racial identity. I have nice, smooth light caramel skin and curly, light brown hair. My body, however, Is something I seem to have gotten from my mom. I have thick thighs and ass, a thin waist, and big tits. My facial features could be confused for someone with Caucasian features, and I have bright blue eyes to boot. My hair is the only thing that is a sign of my biracial feature, but even then it’s kind of hard to believe I’m half black.

The Stockroom [Coworker] [M/F]

*This story was originally posted on my previous account under the name u/Remember-The-Account. The text of the story is largely the same; however, I did correct some grammatical errors and well as improve the overall pacing. Over the next few weeks, I will continue to revise and re-upload more of my old work as well as upload new stories that I have been working on since I last posted over two years ago. Thank you to everyone who kept my stories alive while I was gone. It feels great to be back and I can’t wait to show you all what I’ve been working on!*

—Original Story Starts Here—

So this happened a couple years ago and, despite me never intentionally keeping it a secret, I have never really told anyone outside of my immediate friend group. Please bear with me as I’m not really much of a storyteller nor am I that good of a writer, but I will do my best to include as many details as possible. And rest assured that even though it did happen a little over four years ago, I remember every detail of it like it was yesterday.

Kitchen fun in this bit of my newest story

“Open your mouth again,” he directed. I listened and licked my lips again, knowing damn well what that would do to him. I felt something wet touch my top lip. I reached my tongue out to taste it.

“Wait,” he said, pulling it back, “Keep your tongue in your mouth and let me put this on your lips first.” I listened and he traced my lips with it.

“Mmmm,” I said excitedly knowing what that familiar salty taste was.

“Bite,” he said, moving the pickle past my lips.

“Mmmm,” I said, tasting it and then feeling the juices run down my chin and onto my chest.

“Oh,” Max said, taking a sharp breath in. The next thing I felt was his tongue licking up the juices off of my chest and then sucking my nipples. I felt my clit jump and I began pressing my legs together as my whole pussy swelled.

“Oh,” I moaned, “More baby.”

“Mmmm,” he said, “I’m glad we decided to try this.”

I smiled and said, “I do like this.” Just then he kissed my mouth and I felt a bolt of fire right to my clit.