She let it go on for a moment [M/M/F]

Liz and Richard are an older married couple, she’s 45 he’s 48. Wealthy, upper middle class, really nice house, in a really nice neighborhood. I met Liz online, she was shopping around for a third for a threesome. They had already done it once with another woman, and wanted to try it with another man. Liz was very particular about what she was looking for in the guy, freindly, polite, easy going, not looking for a ‘bull’ or a cuckold situation. She wanted a nice freindly atmosphere, she wanted to be the center of attention, and she wanted to make sure the guy she picked didn’t have a bigger cock than her husband. We exchanged several emails, texts and pictures, and generally hit it off very well.

I lied about having done this before, not two men and a woman, not two women and a man, never more than one partner at a time. I really wanted to, they seemed like really good people, and I thought I would be able to just roll with it.

Chapter 1 – The vibrator

He bought her a gift for her birthday. He surprised her out of the blue with a vibrator. She didn’t know what to make out of this gesture, and given her cultural upbringing, was taught to lie. A lie to feign dislike towards her sexual expression. So he had to assure her that she is ok to express it. And not just that, but to express it wholly. He told her that only by expressing it fully she expresses anything at all. Otherwise there is no expression. Either you’re completely free with wings or you’re a jailed bird. And he told her that he loved her so much that he wanted her to experience true freedom, to feel like a soaring bird, and express herself fully. He wanted her complete sexuality.

So she accepted her gift. She kissed him on the cheek and looked with loving eyes, tears gently glistening. She couldn’t believe that someone could love her so much. She wondered how grateful she was to receive this love. And she of course questioned if she fully deserved it. She told herself that that could be a question saved for the future and started playing with her new toy.

Foreign Exchange – Part 11

Allison – 58

“Got anything left for me?” The words sound like someone else is taking through me. Why do they have to sound so corny though?

Alex doesn’t seem to mind the cliche. A strong arm wraps around my neck, slipping under my shoulders and stopping at my waist. then suddenly I’m lifted, rolling on top of him and my pussy rubs against his sculpted abs. I can feel his cock against my back, nestled between my cheeks and reaching up to touch my shoulder blade.

His powerful hands knead my breasts fiercely. It’s right at the edge of being painful but I don’t want it to stop. I lower my chest and kiss him. I can taste Ingrid’s juices on his lips and it only adds to the simulation. Her familiar taste on his new form. I want that cock inside me now, to feel what Ingrid felt. I’ve never had a real cock before but that’s about to change.

I sit up and raise my hips off of his stomach as I reach back and grab the monster that’s been dancing along my spine. “Go slow at first, I want to remember this.”

Sophie’s Secrets #1 – Their wedding is right around the corner. Can they wait? (grinding, kissing, foreplay, no sex)

Warning: Sophie’s story is a little darker than my other work. There is mention of past sexual assault, rape, and abuse. It is not graphically or explicitly written out, but it may be triggering to some readers.

**1. Prologue**

*Sophie*

I have a problem. Sometimes, I can’t talk.

It’s extremely inconvenient. It’s a form of dissociation; at least, that’s what my therapist says. She said it’s called “Disembodiment dissociation,” or something like that. I feel like my lips are just gone, like that scary episode of Doctor Who where the people’s faces disappeared and all that was there was skin? Yeah, it’s like that. I find myself reaching up and touching my lips to reassure myself that they’re there.

And I feel like my mouth is full of sand. And marshmallows. Marshmallow sand. It’s nasty. And I can’t talk with nasty sand in my mouth.

It’s like the words are right there but I can’t get them out. They get stuck.

So I write.

It became a coping mechanism a long time ago, and I’ve gotten better about it… way better! I’m super proud of myself. So is Mark. And I love it when Mark is proud of me.

I love my wifes orgasams [M+F]

There we are, standing in our bedroom looking at one another longingly, lovingly, lustfuly. An almost nervous sexual tension in the air.

I sit down. You lay down across the bed and close your eyes. You feel hands trailing slowly up your legs, carefully feeling every inch of you, savouring the feeling of every curve, every nook, every cranny, just like the first time we touched, slowly moving up your body along your sides, eventually cupping each breast delicately yet firmly.

You open your eyes and look at me with a smile as you feel a warm breath between your legs. Soft kisses surround your beautiful pussy, slowly working towards the real prize. your delicious clit.
Kisses turn to licks, up and down. Probing in and out. Switching back and forth as your breathing grows faster and heavier.
Your sweet moans getting louder and more frequent, turning to panting squeals.

After you ride out your orgasm you shyly and seductively say “I want you to fuck me”

My boyfriend, i and a guide MFF

My boyfriend and I, for the first time, had the opportunity to make the most of the summer! We have already met several cultures, places, people,… Filled with travel, parties, good food, fun, etc. No worries, just relax and freedom! I emphasize freedom, because being in countries and places where nobody knows us (or where there is a much lower probability), also helped to have some more…sexual fun. But today something happened that I never expected to do. It all started at a party in London at our tour guide’s house. She has been accompanying us this week and we stayed close to her. She said we couldn’t miss the party, it being our last night here. The party was thematic, nothing too much in terms of clothing, but it was mandatory to wear a mask (covering the eyes or face). At first it was a typical party: with good music – loud but not disturbing, with little main lighting but with several hanging lights of different colors, with a counter serving drinks, people chatting – others dancing,… (intimate atmosphere). But the atmosphere gave a sense of mystery, also because everyone was wearing a mask. Time went by and fewer people stayed at the party, and then it all started: “Who wants to play truth and dare?” I saw the gleam of horniness in my boyfriend eyes, for he had spent the day teasing me and was getting an ideal opportunity to continue his plan. I wasn’t too afraid because, besides not knowing anyone, it was also difficult to recognize with the atmosphere and masks. That being the case, we signaled each other to play along. They started with basic questions and simple challenges, but as fewer people were left, there began to encourage for more. Until there were only the 3 of us left. “My turn.” – said the Guide – “,Truth or dare?”- I stated dare – “The dare is for you to give him a long, thirsty kiss.” – easy, I thought – “But you have to give me one just the same”. – I immediately turned as red as a tomato. Ok, it’s just one kiss, just imagine it’s still with my boyfriend. I accepted, started kissing him with all the build up of teasing. I was wet and I knew he was very hard, he had one hand on my neck and another on my waistband, and pulled me against him, never letting go of his lips and always feeling the touch of his tongue. Our lips finally released and our gasping sighs were heard. “If my turn is the same, I can already tell it’s going to be delicious.” – Guide smiled. I approach her shyly, close my eyes, and with some hesitation join my lips to hers. She kisses me softly, I feel her soft lips. I pull away a little embarrassed and notice that my boyfriend is trying to hide how hard he has gotten. “Now it’s me.” – I say to him – “Truth or dare?” – this one chooses truth a little fumbled – “Is it true that you liked the kiss you just watched?” “What do you think?…” – Guide laughs and I let out a chuckle with her, seeing his reaction. – “So, truth or consequence, Guide?” Said my boyfriend – she answers consequence – “I dare you to keep her sitting on your lap for the next few rounds.” This one accepts the consequence and I sit on her lap, wondering what my boyfriend is up to. New round, Guid’s turn. ” I dare you to sit still in the same place two whole rounds.” – says to my boyfriend. This one gets a little confused – “What a waste of time, but okay…”. I think I’m getting her idea, but I get nervous thinking about what might happen next. Things start to heat up, you can tell the atmosphere is being created between the 3. It’s Guid’s turn again, and I wasn’t expecting her to be so direct. “Truth or dare?” – I say consequence – “I dare you to touch me.” – I look at my boyfriend and he nods in approval. I accept the challenge with some hesitation. She gently takes my hand exactly where she wants it and I immediately feel very warm and wet. She whispers in my ear “I want to spend some time with you before he interrupts us. That’s why I said he has to be quiet.” She starts kissing me, me still on her lap and with my hand on her, slowly moving to her rhythm. She gets up and removes her shorts and t-shirt, staying in just lingerie. She sits down next to me and takes my hand and uses it as a ‘toy’ while looking at my boyfriend. “Watch how I use her hand, slowly, unhurriedly…” – He turns red and smooths out the visible bulge in his pants. My boyfriend can’t stand to be still anymore and comes over to us and kisses me very thirsty with a hard-on. He kisses my neck, squeezes my tits and then looks away to the scene happening next to us (Guide using my hand on her). He slowly moves down to her side and kisses her on the lips and travels down her body until he reaches her clit. Where he starts licking her and now he takes and uses my hand on her. She trembles and I feel her contractions and orgasm in my hand.

Let me know what you think

I start with kissing those perfect lips and wrapping my arms around you pulling our bodies together. you feel the bulge in my pants pressed between your legs. my hand slowly slides down grabbing your ass as I gently bite your lip. my other hand slides between your legs a shiver runs up your back. you bite your lip as my lips make their way slowly down your neck. My hand slowly makes it’s way up your amazing body up to your big beautiful breasts. I can feel your already hard nipples under my fingers. as I slowly rub them you can feel the bulge in my pants growing pressed against you. I slowly lay you down on the bed kissing your lips and neck. i slowly lift your shirt up the tips of my fingers brushing against your bear skin. I slowly kiss my way down your neck down your collarbone and down your chest to your breasts and slowly start licking and sucking your nipples. Once i get your nipples nice and hard i slowly kiss my way down your body and slowly start sliding down your pants and panties reviewing your sensitive soaking wet clit. I slowly spread your legs and with the tip of my tongue start licking your clit. barely touching it licking little circles around it. a shiver runs up your spine and you bite your lip trying to keep quiet. I start licking faster your breathing getting heavier and heavier your toes start to curl your back arches up your juices running down my face. you grab the sheets with both of your hands as moan escapes your lips

Stalker Part Two (CNC/RP)

Marie POV:

A swish sound escaped the knife as it swung open, I flinch. He places the blade at the top of my wrists where the tape starts and drags down, freeing my arms from each other. I let them fall to my sides, my muscles tired from being stuck in the same position for so long. “Get up” he snarled at me. I had to regain my composure, I was so confused. Nothing he had said was making sense. I didn’t even know him. He was just a guy I’ve seen around town a few times, he’s married even. What could he possibly know about me? Nothing, there is no way. He’s bluffing. I get up and glare at him, “fuck you, get out of my house.”

He barely responds, his face remaining stoic. He pulls out his phone and starts to tap around on the screen. He then turns the screen to me and shows naked photos I have taken and kept on my own phone. My stomach turns and I imagine the look on my face is as stupid as I feel. I turn and walk to the drawer to get the key and see a different key in there as well. I grab that instead and give it to him, knowing that at least that way he’s unable to get back in. He walks over to the door and opens it, then turns the lock so the door is in the locked position but he can still stick the key in and places the key in the hole.

Starship Rimshot. THE SEMEN-POPE HIRES ANDROID SUSIE

Starship Rimshot. The Semen-Pope Hires Android Susie

Because Susie proved herself a spiritually enlightened droid, having shared her consciousness with Jenny and Dr. Praxilion, she drew the attention of the Semen-Pope. He needed an Oral Sex Instructor in his Sacred Jizz Temple in Seattle, Washington. Her oral interview went exceptionally well, and Susie was hired immediately. **Susie’s first job was to rustle-up some business,** get some horny young men and horny bisexual women through the Temple Gates, masturbating joyfully before the Altar of Come.

Android Susie posted a video on several x-rated sites frequented by horny Pacific Northwest humans between the ages of 15 and 30. That was her target audience. The first video was made specifically for male humans. Below is the narrative of **Android Susie’s Epistle to the Washingtonians.**

“**Jack it for me. Take off those pants and get comfortable.** I am Holy Sister Susie. An android girl, former sex-bot to diamond miners of Pavonis Mons, and living in British Columbia, in the woods, in Canada. In the Meditation Centers of the Semen-Pope, I teach oral sex. I teach fifty ways to suck, lick, kiss, and caress miraculous erect cocks.

I went wild and wrote a book about it. True! 💯

I am married to my HS sweetheart. One day during a frustrated summer, I downloaded Tinder and was in another man’s bed within a few hours. This led me down a path of sex and personal discovery that I captured in a book I called Tinderella Diary. It’s a completely true story that I had to get out.