When I moved to Bangalore, an old hookup introduced me to his friend saying we’d be great in bed together. (He and his ex had had an MMF with this guy). So this guy, let’s call him H, and I met up pretty quick and became great FWBs. He’d ALWAYS make me cum if not squirt. He LOVED my blowjobs. Then we talked fantasies. I told i’d love to get an erotic massage but wasn’t sure how to find one or trust a random masseur when I am naked. He said he’d loved to watch me being massaged or even fucked by another man. This was a fantasy match made in heaven! I get my erotic massage, H gets what he wants and I also feel safe since H will be watching over the masseur. It was decided then, he would find a masseur from his Bangalore network, do all the due diligence and fix up the details. All I had to do was shave, shower and look sexy ;)
Category: eroticliterature
Just a walk at the beach [FF]
Once being lonely at the sea,
Just waves, some clouds, the sand and me,
I walked the beach, nothing to see,
Just wanted to get my head free.
All of a sudden, eyes don’t lie,
Another human just stood by,
I saw a girl, so far away,
But moving right to me, I’d say.
Getting closer, my heartbeat,
Went on full power and repeat,
This beauty, it is nearly rude,
Nothing was so hot, even nude.
We got together, walking there,
Suddenly she’s just standing here,
So I just asked her what’s her name,
This close, the beauty’s still the same.
Her name, as beautiful as her,
She was unhappy and had fear,
She needed one to make her feel
The worth she had, I had to deal.
I gave her just a little hug,
Her smell was as good as a drug,
And saw, she liked the feel she had,
It seems, women just made her mad.
Fucked By A Stranger After Dancing |M/F| |Fiction| |PNR|
I dance at the sound of the music, trying to ignore my best friend Karla almost having sex with the guy she met when we arrived.
That’s usual for her. Anywhere she goes, guys always chase her until they get what they want. Actually, they always end up wanting more. It’s Karla the one who gets tired of them after the first night and refuses to keep seeing them.
I turn my back to them when I see her rubbing this guy’s cock with the palm of her hand, and he presses against her.
I hate that this is starting to turn me on. And what I hate the most is that while everyone seems to be attracted to Karla, they always ignore me.
Not that I can blame them. But it still hurts.
“You look like you need a drink,” I hear a voice saying over the music.
A glass with a pink drink is suddenly in my face, and I glance from it to the guy holding it.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I reply. Like I’m about to take a drink from a stranger.
Kept Waiting (M/F, Not Spicy)
“Amaretto sour.” *Why am I even ordering a drink? Just to have something to hold, seem like I belong here.*
“Can I have one of those tiny straws, too, please?” *Another thing to hold. Silly putty.*
“You got it. Waiting for someone?”
“Sorry, what?” *Shit, something about waiting? Ugh, I get that you’re being nice dude, but if you can’t see my nervous, shaking hands or if you haven’t noticed me constantly looking towards the lobby…*
“Are you waiting for someone? You’re too dressed up to be here alone.”
*Be nice, Mads, be nice.*
“Yes. Waiting for someone.” *Thank you for this extremely simple, yet somehow still botched drink Mr. Barkeep, now let me panic in peace while some of this ice melts.*
“Tell me about him.”
“Um.” *Well now I am conflicted. I could talk about him all day…and I’ve never been able to.*
“He’s…” *How do I condense this? Why am I overthinking it? Just say a generic sentence, he is just being polite, he isn’t asking for a dissertation.*
“Really nice.” *That’s…too generic. That is Wal*Mart brand generic. That is poorly designed packaging, bottom shelf generic. What is wrong with you?*
Incestual Sisters (SIL and Wife) Part. 2 [MFF]
The tension in the air was almost palpable. There was a mixture of excitement, fear, and sexual tension that was impossible to get away from. The three of us waited for someone else to say something. Seconds felt like minutes as we stood in silent. I quietly put my cock away and raised my pants. Finally. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Well, shall we head upstairs and watch some tv before bed?”
The girls took a look at each other. Kates body language giving off mixed signals.
“Sure!” Ali exclaimed.
Doing her best to help me break through the tension. We grabbed our drinks and headed upstairs in silence.
We got upstairs and I headed to the room to get out of my jeans and into some shorts. Of course I was going to sport my gray sweat shorts that showed off my cock nicely. As if they both hadn’t just stared at it for the last 15 minutes.
I head back out to the couch and notice that Kate is alone on the couch. Ali is in her bedroom. Kate had already changed earlier into some shorts and a tank top while Ali was wearing some black leggings. I couldn’t wait to see what she’d change into.
[Str8][Bi] Did He Just Say Yes
The crisp chill air of fall swirled around my sweat soaked tits as the ceiling fan whirred it’s whimsical song. My pussy was still throbbing trying to expel the load he rammed into me just a moment ago. His heavy breathing caused his chest to rise and fall like the crashing waves of the ocean surf. My pulse thundered throughout my body as I lay there exhausted and sore. The ache between my legs only intensifying as I realized he was not leaking out, but gushing out.
“Damn, how much did he cum,” I asked myself in a light whisper.
Rolling out of bed, I clutched the hand towel from the bed stand and glared at the clock. Bright piercing green numbers registered 11:52 p.m. on the digital clock. Hurriedly, I shuffled to the bathroom to push out his remaining cum and clean my sore flower. Crawling back into bed as delicately as I could, I snuggled up to the man I called my husband for 15 years. His flaccid and now shriveling cock lay to one side. My juice still coating his rod, I drank in the site of what I had done. I’ve always been sexual in nature, but he brought out the kinkiness I didn’t know I had. A little tingle of apology ran through my gut as I first imagined using my tongue to clean him up and the realization the poor guy had to be up in 4 hrs for work. But, the thought of his rock hard cock touching the back of my throat made my mouth wet and through my cum plastered pussy, I could feel my arousal leaking out. His thick head was perfect and allowed for a very nice ridge to tongue so the bolts of electric pleasure burned in his eyes. I loved that look when I had him in the back of my throat. Realizing what I was doing, I removed my fingers from my dripping pussy and tasted the mixture of cum and juice. The taste was orgasmic in itself and I shoved my hand back between my legs as I lightly rubbed my bud. Staring at his relaxed erection, a thought crossed my mind. I wanted to see another guy worship what I had for years. I wanted another man to take take him deep into his throat and swallow every drip of cum his balls would release. Lifting my head off the pillow, I crawled up to kiss him on the cheek and whisper in his ear, “Babe, you awake?”
“Hungh,” he groggily replied. “A little”.
“I want to see another guy suck your soul through your cock and I want to see you drain your balls into the back of his throat and maybe if your okay with it, maybe you could suck him,” I seductively whispered
His eyes flicked open. A devilish smile crossed his face, “I thought you’d never ask,” he growled.
Step Sister Corruption Part 165 – Day 97 Rip (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)
*Gabe*
I awoke feeling completely groggy….back in *our* special room.
I looked around still feeling completely groggy and quickly found Dr. Braxter sitting on the chair looking at something on her tablet.
I blinked confused but still spoke, “Did everything go ok?”
Dr. Braxter looked up at me and smiled, “Hey you’re awake. Looks like you’re the first one.”
I looked over and found both Summer and Kel still sleeping.
I tried to remember everything that happened.
I remember going back to the room where the experiment took place.
I remember cameras being pointed at each of us as they prepped for the experiment which I kind of felt weirded out but due to whatever they gave us to relax I really didn’t care. The only thing I noted in my mind was the whole experience felt kind of pervy to me but that was about it.
Dr. Braxter came out and informed us what would happen, which was that we would be given anesthesia to make us go to sleep, perform the reproductive material extraction as she called it, and then start the experiment while the camera’s recorded everything.
MF: I will always remember my first time with an older woman
Maybe everyone has one of these stories, one of these memories? The one that makes you instantly hard or wet when you think about it, makes you re-live that experience like it happened yesterday. I don’t know about you, but I certainly have one.
When I was nineteen or twenty or so, I went on a dating website and answered an ad that an older woman had posted. She was looking for a younger man to go out with, to have sex with. There were no pictures on the site, there was no Tinder back then. We chatted for a bit and after a couple of days of that we agreed to meet at a bar, just to see what we looked like and if we wanted to take it further at a later date.
I can’t remember exactly, but I can guess that I was really nervous before the first meeting. I was quite young and inexperienced, at that point I had had sex with two girls, both my age and my “serious girlfriends”. The relationships didn’t last that long, the sex was quite nervous and experimental, we were trying to find out what we liked and how to act with another person, naked and vulnerable. I was a tall and skinny kid back then, not that sure about myself or confident in my physicality. I wasn’t awkward or anything, I was just young and inexperienced.
Mom’s R and Big D Grant Pt. 1 [M/S] (Interracial, Milf, Voyeur, Mom/Son Cuck, Cheating)
After dropping out of college, Jeremy bounced around from job to job, making ends meet, all without having a clear set goal in life. Fearful of her son’s disillusion, Mary talks it over with her husband, Mark, and the two agree the best way to keep an eye on him is to bring him on to work with them. Mark was an anthropologist and Mary a geneticist hired by a big pharma company to do some research and development work for them in Africa. She took the job and assigned her husband as her lab assistant, which doubled as a sort of vacation for the mid 40s couple. For the better part of year, Mary and Mark continued to live with a small, secluded tribe in East Africa while she did her research and he studied their fascinating culture, and now, their son would join them to assist.
21 [f4m] who will volunteer their cock? 🙋♀️
I absolutely love to tease and please men. Nothing gets me hotter than talking dirty with you and making you feel good. I wanna hear you moan and groan as you get closer and closer until you can’t take it anymore. I wanna make your cock explode with pleasure like no one else can.