“Mind, body, spirit” is apparently my parent’s maxim. Staying with my Aunt had more than opened my eyes. She had given me experiences I could never have imagined and demonstrated the pleasures from having shared permission to enjoy. Physical pleasure requires security of trust and safety of knowledge. Body and mind. Then there was the phone App. I looked a couple of times and a building record of some chatting but I didn’t say anything. Members had nicknames, BossLady, AlphaBoy, Cutey, etc. I was “Fostered” which I thought was Aunt Sally’s little joke.
Category: eroticliterature
Spending the summer with my hot aunt and cousin (pt.3)
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I woke up the next morning exhausted. Actually it wasn’t even morning, more like early afternoon. I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, where I undressed and took a shower. After I got out, I dried my hair and put a toothbrush into my mouth as I made my way back to my room to get dressed.
Last night was eventful. I got caught jerking off by DJ. I got caught watching my aunt and uncle fuck. I masturbated with DJ. And I got another blowjob from Aunt Kimmy. Wow.
I walked into the living room to see Kimmy laying on the couch in a short silk night gown. The night gown was light pink and had a split thigh. Kimmy was smoking a joint while flipping through some fashion magazine with a Kardashian on the front.
She smiled when she saw me, “There he is, finally! Here.” Kimmy thrusted the joint in my direction.
“Morning, Kimmy,” I replied as I sat down next to her and took the joint and inhaled. Man she started early. “So where’s Uncle Tom and DJ? I would expect to see them down here.”
Need help finding story
Student and teacher trying to find story
The story was about a student and a teacher in class where the student was in the corner of the class so no other student could see what he was doing. The teacher then comes over and bends over right in front of him while she is helping another student and then the student proceeds to reach under the teachers skirt and play with her. Then after class they have sex. I think the teacher might have been an history teacher I’m not sure.
Cheating In Vegas
To begin, I know I fucked up, but two things can be true at once. I made a terrible mistake, but the sex was amazing. I had gone to Vegas with a group of friends for a bachelor party. I know; this is the cliché setting for a million cheating stories.
The first night we decided to go on a guided bar crawl. It seemed perfect for what we were looking for. You pay an upfront cost, and then an enormous group of party-goers moves from bar to bar with their drinks paid for all night. It took little time for our bachelor party group to find our counterparts, a bachelorette party. The numbers matched almost perfectly, and eventually, everyone was paired off, including me, even though I was clearly wearing a wedding ring.
Her name was Stacey, and she had long black hair past her shoulders, dark eyeliner, and a short pink dress that hugged her tight body perfectly. We immediately hit it off, but things remained relatively innocent. Light touching during a dance and just a slight amount of playful flirting. Eventually, the drinks began to kick in. The touching on the dance floor turned into lustful grinding. I got us a couple more shots and knew I was in trouble when she suggested I took mine from between her perfect breasts, which were threatening to bust free from her dress any second.
Azaras hookup (milf) (one night stand)
Azara a beautiful women 5’9 in her mid thirties with long brunette hair that reached all the way to her absolutely thick ass that would make any man or lesbian want to spank it as hard as they could; and thighs that could crush any guy that had the un-fortunate or fortunate experience of being between them; wore an outfit that paired up perfectly to with her body. A red skirt that revealed some; but , still left some to be desired to see. A black as midnight crop top that had a pattern that looked like it was the carpet of an 80s arcade, a black lace choker, and white tennis shoes that had pink laces.
Finally home (F/M)
You’ve been gone with the boys since before dawn. I spent the day at home, enjoying the quiet – relaxing, waiting, but still missing you. When you get home, you tell me about your day and I tell you about mine. We sit down to eat dinner and then you help me clean up the kitchen. You quietly disappear down the hallway and I hear the bathroom door close.
You get in the shower, ready to relax for the night. I let you enjoy the hot water alone for a little while. I sneak in the bathroom and just watch you – the water running over your body, down your back, your eyes closed and letting go of all the stress from the week. You still don’t know I’m in here as I quietly strip off my clothes and open the door to join you. Your eyes open and you smile…gosh I love your smile babe.
The Godmother
George Franklin, an unfortunate street thug, dragged into a business office by four hired hands of Houston’s notorious brothel owner, only referred to as Godmother. This luxurious, Amazonian woman with a body that time itself couldn’t age her, towers over George’s above average build.
“I bet you’re thinking, why am I still alive right now?” She goes to sit down behind her desk.
George gave her puzzled look. He looked over his shoulders, the men who bought him to Godmother await for their orders.
He looked back at Godmother and careful answered. “Yeah.”
She leaned back into her chair, her eagle-eyes locked on George, reading his body reaction. “You see, it’s nothing…personal against you. But, you’re running with a crowd that’s been hurting my girls. Those brothers as you would like to think of them, gang raped three of my young ones, one of my experienced girls beaten and left in an alley for the use of homeless dicks, and many others unaccounted for. And I want bodies.”
“Bodies?” George stuttered.
My Master and I’s story
Hello! I’ve never told anyone the full story of how I have become a full time slave to my once and forever master. He has given me permission to post this and I couldn’t be more excited!
A little introduction my name is Leilani and I am about 5’3″ 115 pounds. My hair is a blondish brown color and I have my ears pierced. I have what my master calls a “dump truck” mainly because he wants me to work on it everyday. I wear a size 32B bra. My Master is about 6’2″ and 200 pounds really muscle built too. He has brown hair and gorgeous eyes. With a massive package. So now that we got that out of the way let me tell you how it all started.
I was 21 years old in the summer leading up to my last year in college. I always used to be that kind of person that left things until the last minute. Finding a place to live was no different. I waited until the week of and couldn’t find anything. I was getting a little nervous so I started to look on Facebook for listings. Luckily I found a guy that said he had a bedroom available for rent and I took it! He was also his last year but was going for nursing. I was going for public speaking.
Exchange play [MF] [Sci-fi] [Big] [SPH] [Premature]
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Today was a special day, you finally received your Fleshceiver 2060. It was the first legal recreational device that used the technology of flesh teleportation-graphing. This new technology developed in 2042 was used to teleport and exchange body parts for compatible donors. Teleportation of matter was now possible through the high speed deconstructing, transporting and reconstructing of organic matter. Still, it was very difficult to create new body parts from scratch and those would often fail. The solution was to use an existing body part and use the system to fuse it to the body needing it. At first, this technology was used for medical reasons. It was better for kidney surgery. After that, it was even possible to use it on a dead body part still in good condition. So people needing heart transplants could receive a heart through teleportation-graphing from an accident victim that agreed to be an organ donor.
Anyway, since this technology proved to be highly efficient and reliable, soon there was a market for a recreational use of this. Even though governing bodys accepted reluctantly to let it be accessible to the public, they did put some strict condition for recreational :
Will and June spend the night [mf] (fiction, gentle femdom, breast worship, adult nursing, blowjob, sleeping)
Will crawled into bed next to June. She was looking at something on her phone, her head propped up with a pillow against the headboard. She glanced over at him with a slight smile.
“Howdy.”
He smiled back warmly and pulled the covers up to his neck. She gestured at her phone with a grin.
“Looks like your video is doing well.”
He blushed slightly.
She swiped with her thumb to scroll through the comments, reading in a playful tone.
“*He’s so cute o-m-g.*”
He glanced away and sighed a little.
“Is that one from a guy or a girl?”
“Hmm…”
She tapped the screen.
“Looks to be a girl, mister.”
He didn’t know what to say.
She turned to him.
“Does it feel weird to know guys are watching you do *this*?”
He shrugged.
“I try not to think about it, I guess.”
She giggled and looked back at the screen, swiping her finger. She put on an exaggerated male voice.
“*Suffocate me, mommy… sorry mommy…*”
“Pfft.”
She grinned at him.
“I didn’t know you were into the *mommy* thing…”