Been playing all day and need to cum. Would love for someone to listen and talk dirty to me as I finish. Can be long or short as dirty as you want. If you have anything more you’d like to bring to the table, I’m happy to discuss it! If any of this sounds appealing, Send me a message with what would turn you on if interested . I hope to hear from you!
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SSC Question
Hello You beautiful readers/followers,
I’m proposing a question into my series SSC. I know **a lot** of you follow the series and I *try* to answer questions when asked along with adding in my thoughts on certain chapters.
I know my series touches a lot of taboos as my character’s either embrace said Taboo or tip their toes into the various taboos in life.
I’m curious with what taboos Your most looking forward to them exploring. What character has been your favorite. Which would you like to see more of.
I know I said I’ll be updating their character bios as they have finally changed and it will be updated after the latest dropping happens so when chapter 180 drops the updated character bios will as well.
Reply down below and I look forward to seeing your feed back.
Thanks for being an avid reader and follower of my series.
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Gone Fishing
During high school and for a few years after I worked at my step dad’s service station. We had 4 pumps and two lube bays. It was a small operation but it had been in his family since 1922. He took over the business after serving time in the military and it was quite a lucrative business for him. He and my mom knew each other in High School and reconnected at their 20 year class reunion. Both had been married and were both divorced. They dated and eventually got married.
He was an avid deep sea fisherman and owned a really nice fishing boat that we would take out of Newport Beach and go marlin and tuna fishing. He would also go on long range trips on a charter boat. One of these trips is when my experience with mom happened.
Growing up she and I were always close. When I say close we used to shower together when I was younger. All very innocent at the time but a learning experience for me. I think it made me feel comfortable around girls and respect them more. I had a few girl friends in high school but none of the relationships went beyond partying and having sex. Which don’t get me wrong was great but after high school girls I wanted more. I wanted something more mature in my life. Something like, well, mom.
Tied up and watched my wife fuck another man up close [mfm] [hotwife] [cuckold] [wife sharing]
My wife Erin called me into the bedroom one Sunday afternoon. I discovered her there wearing a matching set of crimson lace lingerie: thigh-high leggings, a thong, a bralette, and fingerless gloves that extended above her elbow. She was posing on the bed, and I didn’t need a second invitation to join her. I jumped on top and we started kissing hot and heavy as she pulled off my shirt and pants and finally my boxers. She pushed me off of her and rolled on top of me. She stretched my arms out above me, holding them taught. We both like being subs, so her voluntarily domming is a real treat. She reached over my head and pulled a couple of straps out from under the top of the mattress and cuffed my wrists to the corners of the bed. Then she turned around and did the same at the bottom of the bed, strapping my feet in. She wiggled her ass in my face a little while strapping me in, and I lifted my head up and gave it a little nibble. Then she turned around again, straddling me, and we began making out while she reached down and began stroking my cock. Then she whispered in my ear:
Starship Rimshot. THE SEMEN-POPE VISITS EARTH
Starship Rimshot. THE SEMEN-POPE VISITS EARTH
By the time the Semen-Pope visited Earth, he had about 2.4 billion followers across eight star-systems. This was more than twice the followers of any Earthly pope. And the Vatican was really not sure what to do. To ignore the presence of an Intergalactic Pope would be like ignoring the existence of the Dalai Lama. Makes for bad interfaith relations, and makes the Vatican look stuck-up and foolish, and terribly old-fashioned. Still, a Roman Catholic Pope shaking hands with a Pope of the Doctrine of Sacred Jizz, was more than most Catholics were ready for. The Catholic version of “sacred jizz” had many more rules, and threats of damnation, and was never talked about as freely and openly. The child sex scandals of the 19th and 20th Centuries did not help matters. By the Doctrines of the Church of Sacred Jizz, the leaders of Catholicism were hell-bent sinners, entirely guilty in the Eyes of God, for allowing the abuse to continue on and on, one decade to the next. Non-consensual child sex was punishable by death on most planets. All the hundreds of thousands of group-sex rituals within the Church of Sacred Jizz Church were for grown-ups only. Everyone participated because they wanted to, and knew exactly what sucking cock, eating vagina, and vaginal and anal intercourse entailed.
She Should’ve Known Better Than To Take The Busy Today.
Running late for work, the woman danced around the house with one-legged hops, alternating between legs until both feet were completely through the slots of her pants. Meanwhile, her arms flailing across the room, one busy with the toothbrush in her mouth while the other was punching keys upon her phone’s screen in desperation to send a message to someone, anyone, that she would certainly be late today. Somehow she manages through the chaos, able to make it out in one piece but most importantly fitted sensibly for her job. The only obstacle left was the dreaded bus ride that would indeed be jammed back with other tardy bodies who failed to prepare promptly for their daily careers. Cursing softly to herself, she makes her way out the door, her flats tapping against the ground as her heels swing in her hand, dangling off the light curled grasps of her fingertips.
“Better late than never.” An individual who passes her greets as she flies past him. But obviously, they had no clue of her boss, none at all. The assertion and strictness of his nature, along with his quickness to punish any minor infraction severely. He is feared as much as he is well respected. And it is out of such respect that she tries her best to meet his every demand, along with the significant praises he offers her following every completed task. Never before had she found herself in such a predicament, but little did she know that it could always get worse.
The reunion
It’s my first time trying to write a story, so any constructive criticism is welcomed. I don’t know if I’m talented enough to write, but let’s see…
They used to fuck a few times a year when they were younger. They both just got out of long-term relationship and were nostalgic of the epic sex they had in the past. He texted her randomly one day to see if she was still attracted to him. They haven’t seen each other in 4 years, but the chemistry between them was still there. In just a few text messages, they were sexting and sending nudes. They lived far from each other but were already making plans to meet. Over the next couple of weeks, the tension went up and up and they were both so horny that they couldn’t wait anymore.
Boyfriend embraces Daddy Dom role (first erotica, Ddlg, nervous and embarrassed, maledom, corruption role play)
He’s listening, but he can’t hold eye contact for more than a moment at a time. That’s usually the first give away that he’s feeling wound up, and he has been having a hard time with shifts lately. His eyes dart around, catching my eyes occasionally but settling mainly on my waist. I’m lay in the position he likes; on my side with my body slightly twisted, accentuating the steep curve between my hips and my waist.
‘Yeah it’s a lot of work, but it will be worth it when I graduate and I’ve got months to get my head together. I just need to let off more steam, maybe we could go for more walks?’. I see his chest rise a little higher at the mention of letting off steam, his breath catching momentarily. I twist my waist further and being my knee up towards my chest. He can see my arse now, and his eyes linger.
He smiles and nods, externally unfazed and calm, but he doesn’t look at me. Maybe he’s worried I will know what’s going on in his mind right now, be able to see exactly how he wants to take me. The thought of him fantasising sends waves of excitement through my pelvis, and I immediately start to feel nervous.
Good Morning, Lover! [M/F] [morning sex]
“You make me feel like a goddess in your arms. It’s only fair I worship at your sexual centre.” —
u/HCHolmesWrites
Everyone should have a morning this good!
[https://medium.com/%C2%B5erotica/good-morning-lover-7c608df73307](https://medium.com/%C2%B5erotica/good-morning-lover-7c608df73307)
Late night long Drive with Daddy!
So I came back after an amazing trip. Life is wonderful and I am enjoying every bit of it. Back in town, I was just getting back to my daily routine, when late one night, things got naughty again! It has been raining in my city on and off. I love the rains, but from inside the house. Late one night, daddy dropped in. I wasn’t aware of any plans, so I was in my pink satin pyjamas. I personally love this one. The satin rubs to my skin and that gets me so horny. Whenever I wear this my nipples are at full attention mode. The shorts ride straight up my ass if I bend over. And when it rubs over my pussy, well, I get hornier.
So daddy dropped in and was like, “let’s go out for a ride”. It was 1 in the night, with torrential rains outside. “Should I change into something?” I asked. Daddy swatted my ass and said “no need”. I got into his SUV parked outside. Got slightly wet. Daddy got into the car and blasted the AC. “I am freezing!!” I squirmed. Daddy touched my pebble hard nipples and twisted the left one. “That’s how I like them sweetie”, he said as he drove out.