My First Threesome

About a year ago just before covid I was recently single and hitting the apps pretty hard. Especially while taking a trip to Southern California. I was visiting friends for a couple nights in Santa Barbara and matched with this crazy 21 year old. She had red hair, cute perky tits and an amazing ass. We chatted in the app and it quickly turned naughty and fun. She was cool with me coming into town and having my way with her one night while I was there. She even send me a couple nudes and started calling me daddy. We decided to meet at a fancy cocktail bar on the first night.

I’m a tall, handsome, and charming 36 year old man, but her forward attitude at the bar had me blushing a little for sure. Within two minutes of being in the bar, before we could even order her a drink her tung was down my throat. She was wearing a thin red dress and she was placing my hand in her thigh, I took the invitation to feel how wet I had already made her. As my finger brushed against her wet lacy undies her tongue went into my ear, and she whispered, “I can’t wait to feel your big cock inside of me daddy.”

SciFi Romance Story, Cyborg [F] , Repairer [M] , [Vanilla] , [Romance] , [Amputee] , [Fiction]

Rain poured down onto the garishly lit blemish in the land called a city, turning to steam as it struck overtaxed neon signs. The sheer abundance of them set the upper layer of the city behind a sheet of coalescing clouds. A woman looked up at those clouds as she walked down the street, limping oddly but seemingly unbothered by it. Distracted as she was she nearly walked past her destination, coming to a sudden stop and backing up a few paces she opened the door and stepped inside.

A chime singled her arrival as she cast her eyes across the familiar scene, in the center of the room was a reclining chair, above which hung a vast array of tools. Many she knew, a few she could guess at, and a couple were completely foreign to her.
“Got some new toys, Daniel?” She called into the room as she took off the long rain jacket she wore and hung it up on a hook near the door.
“I did in fact. Got some internal work next week and needed a couple things. Get set up and I’ll be right out to ya.” A deep baritone voice called back from a room behind the counter, the door was slightly ajar and the sound of rapid typing could be heard.
She smirked and chuckled to herself, locking the front door and marking the shop as busy with the press of a couple buttons. From there she made her way to the counter and signed her name on the clipboard, it was so old school, which made it reliable.

Making Him Cum on the Dance Floor

“Hi Julie!”

My best friend was calling. Asking of course, about what we were going to do tonight. She’s maybe the sweetest person I know but God! she really doesn’t know how to make a decision to save her life.

“Hey Megs” she says from the other line. “So where we going tonight?” Uh-huh, just as I thought.
“You know, you could decide what we do – for once.”

“I know, I know, but you’re so good at these things! I don’t know how you can be so confident all the time. Maybe you can teach me sometime.”

“Maybe I will. Let’s head to the Jukebox and see what kind of trouble we can get into. There’s usually more than enough cute guys to go around.” I was secretly hoping for a particular type of guy tonight. The type of guy who usually doesn’t get the girls. The type of guy I can manipulate into doing anything I want.

Silence on the other end.

“Megs, you know I’m not good picking up guys.”

“I know,” I laugh. “That’s why you have me! I’ll pick you up at 10.”

“I’ll get the first round. See you tonight, Megs!”

Poem, from my navel-love story

Im writing a[m/f] story about a guy with a navel fetish. He writes poems, and the like, about girls’ navels. Here’s a poem he writes about girl’s navel, in his homeroom.
Let me know what you think. ^^

Sarah’s navel
A deep, precious, round, inviting hole.
Pressed firmly in soft, snow-white soil.
Her sweat, her tears, her veins, flow into its estuary.
Guided, gliding, streaming, into her belly.
A pillowy mound. Peach, plump, and subtly round.
A gentle Vesuvius, with a cleft crater.
A slant crevice, leads inside her.
A cushiony cavern, a marshmallow cave.
From shoppe to tavern,
I’ll ramble and rave.
That dimple of flesh,
How it gives me unrest.
That marvel, umbilical.
Sarah’s navel.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F] Part 39

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=== ***Alana*** ===

She fucked up. Izz should know by now that Chris doesn’t like it when we tell a fib. She should know, but Izz likes to press his buttons. I should be the one pressing his buttons, but I’ve found my life here comfortable and pleasurable and my wild antics have, admittedly, toned down a bit.

I should make it clear that the only lie that Chris doesn’t like are the big lie. He doesn’t care who farted in the living room and everyone denies it. He doesn’t care who took the last Oreo or the last slice of pizza. No, what he cares about is if someone is cheating, if there’s a big decision that affects everyone or if someone is making a side deal at his expense. Like what Izz did yesterday.

The kitchen is nice and big, and it has some potential with it. There’s plenty of space for ingredients. Rox has a cabinet designated for her ingredients, and I have one for mine. Coincidentally, ours overlaps sometimes. She has her Asian flavors and I have my Hispanic flavors.

[M4F] that smile of mischief

I miss that smile. The smile that told me you wanted what was going to happen but needed my approval. As we stand in front of each other as the noises slowly makes us paranoid, but before you realize what’s happening, my mouth is on your neck.

Softly kissing you up to your lips. You try to bite back the moan but you needed those lips on you. Showing you passion and love for a few quick seconds before our lips are locked. Stopping to breath for a moment, you bite on my shoulder as a finger slowly slides inside of you.

No time to tease you or make the moment pleasurable for now. No. The moments of us alone are fading fast as your lips find mine again and your hands undoing my pants. My cock is erect, as my fingers are soaking and now deep in you as you finally remove your pants and underwear.

You slowly pull them out to get a taste before you bend over the guardrail. I slide right up in you, hearing you softly gasp as voices walk on by below. Holding your waist tight, I want to go fast but I start slow. Feeling you already wet and watching your head lower further as I start pouding into you.

I can’t stop thinking about having a hard cock against my face

“I can’t stop thinking about having a hard cock against my face”

There was a noise several feet to his left, and he opened his eyes to see that Sandy was looking at him intently, chin propped on her interlaced fingers, her now-abandoned book now idly spayed between her propped elbows. Her swimsuit top was likewise abandoned beneath her, but she was (for now) still wearing her high-waisted bottoms, the ones she always wore on the first day of their summer interludes together.

“Oh? I hope you’ll share details with me.” Sandy finally prompted him.

Simon closed his eyes again, hands gesturing tentatively as he tried to bring his vision back into his mind’s eye to describe exactly.

“I.. want it to be slick with precum, so that it leaves it on the side of my face, and for the head to be just by my ear. I want to feel it’s warmth, and hardness against my face. The ridges of the blood vessels.”

“Don’t stop there” Sandy murmured, quieter, closer. “What do you want to do with that cock”

[M4A Playing Herm ] Constructing an Amazing World! (Discord Only)

Hiya, Cowbee here again today!

Let me get one thing out of the way. I’ll only being roleplaying with 18+ individual’s, as there are NSFW theme’s which I wanna incorporate, including that you must write in third person as well, and be capable of writing at least two paragraph’s, so be literate. Beyond all that however..

I’ll be straight forward and simple with my request, I’m looking to create a roleplay that focuses more on the story, while still having plenty of the erotic stuff to delve into and explore.

What I’m looking for in this roleplay is adventure, fighting, an interesting dynamics and much more! I expect this RP to be long term, and would like to keep in touch with said partner as I wouldn’t obviously wanted to be ghosted as I understand we all have lives outside of the realm of RP, it’d be grateful if you were to tell ahead of time.

Now, to get more into the NSFW side of things cause obviously, who doesn’t wanna write a little bit of erotic stuff? I typically lean towards being drawn toward Hermaphrodite / Intersex OC’s, specifically feminine looking & identifying, aka Futanari’s. If NSFW material is being written, I also typically favor those who can do both sides of the coin, aka being a switch in the bed-room and what not.

Momma’s gonna lose it if she doesn’t cum. [F] [masturbation] [orgasm denial by default]

For the first time in days I decided to spend time playing with myself during one of the baby’s naps. I ignored the dishes, turned a blind eye to the laundry, and stripped down to hop into bed. I was in a seeerious mood to be fucked, but Mr. TNRG is away for the weekend and I’m left to my own devices.

I had thoughts of a breeding scenario running through my head all morning. I wanted to be face down, ass up, and taking the full length of a thick cock in my aching pussy. I wanted to feel a big hand pressing down heavily between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned. I wanted to hear a gruff voice tell me to keep my hips high, just like he likes it. And I wanted to feel the sting of a few perfectly placed spanks land on my cheeks, immediately flushing with heat and redness like a perfect stamp on my pale skin…..

Baby is usually a perfect napper. An hour and a half twice a day, like clock work. Of course it took months of practice and schedule adjustments to get to a stable place like that – but for the last three months he’s been so predictable……until today.

Pounding Paula: 1 of 3. [Gangbang] [Teacher]

The following is part 1 of a 3 part story that was commissioned by an avid reader and fan based on stories from his past. I weaved my words around his stories to create this 3 part journey of his little sister, Paula. Hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it.

“Teacher, Teacher” Part 1 – Friday Afternoon

Senior year can be a difficult for most kids. Especially hard for those individuals who have not begun to realize that their grades now count. They count for graduation, they count for getting into college, and they count for future employment. Paula was one of those seniors who just didn’t give a shit about grades. For Paula, sex was the only currency that mattered. She had turned 18 before the start of her senior year. Within a few weeks of classes starting, she had already fucked her way to the top of the popularity ladder. Her reputation was well known by student and teacher alike.