When the hottest girl at school asked me for a favor… [mf] [first time] [wholesome…?]

I was bullshitting with Joey, cropping photos while he glued them down onto the page, when Kinzie Evans walked in to our classroom.

“What’s Kinzie doing here?” I said.

“How the fuck should I know?” Joey didn’t even look up. “Go and ask her.”

“No… I don’t think–”

“You chicken,” Joey taunted, making chicken noises, “Bkawwk!”

“I don’t see you walking over, either!”

“I’m not the one infatuated with her.” He glued down another photo.

I protested, “I’m not infatuated!”

Kinzie Evans was just about the hottest girl in our school, in a way different league than Joey or me. Cute, cheerful, sparkling eyes, a nice rack, and she moved with this certain aloofness, as if she existed on a whole special world separate from the comings and goings of us common folk. Like now, just drifting into Yearbook midway through the period. If anyone else had showed up without a pass or even a good story, our teacher would’ve kicked them out. But not with Kinzie. No, she was just casually chatting with friends, not buying into school as anything more than a social opportunity.

Surprised by Joy [MFM]

I’ve never been able to tell this story. Two things have prevented me from sharing. First, I’m happily married and I don’t want her to know, and second, no one would believe me. This story is true to the best of my memory. I was a little drunk that night.

My best friend, Kevin, and I both have very stressful jobs. We like to get away about once a quarter and blow off some steam. For years, it’s been our tradition to pick a random city, flyout to it, and barhop all day. We usually stay the night in an Airbnb to sober up and fly back the next day.

This time, we were in south Florida. We spent the whole day enjoying the local dive bars and we were winding down the night. Our last stop was a very cool retro arcade/bar. Unfortunately, the place was dead. There may have been 6 people in the whole place. It was a weeknight and not many people were still out.

Towards the back of the bar was an air hockey table. He and I started challenging each other to games with the loser buying the next round of drinks. That’s when Joy and Amber walked up and asked to join the competition.

Private Time [M/F, love-romance erotica, foot fetish play, penetration]

He returns home to the sweetness of his wife and a little romantic play…

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He didn’t expect the apartment to be so quiet when he arrived home, though it set his skin tingling and prickling with a strange need and excitement, something that had been brewing under the surface for some time and was only just coming to sweet fruition. Setting his briefcase and jacket aside, he loosened his tie slowly, exhaling softly at the release of tension there that he had not even realised was present.

“Hello, my husband.”

Entering the living room, he followed the sound of her voice, leading him forth luxuriously, though his eyebrows could not rise in surprise. Her voice caught him, that of his wife with her dark hair cut sharply around her face, her dark eyes dancing with a mischievous sort of glee that her husband rarely saw. He matched her smile with his own but her gaze smouldered, simmering forth. He’d been so caught by her eyes that it took him a moment longer to realise just how she was dressed but it was impossible to forget once he noticed. Dressed in tasteful high heels and seductive pantyhose, her dress was modest, more by Korean standards, but promised more, drawing the eye up the glowing, bright brown of her leg to the hemline and the curve of her hips.

His wife left for the night (f) (M)

My roommate’s wife left for the night, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. As soon as her lights disappeared he was on me, kissing me and touching me, playing with my pussy and just seeing how soaked my panties were. He drowned me with his mouth as I came on his fingers, then moved down. We were both totally naked at this point, but he was wearing a robe still. I wish I could tell you what he was doing with his tongue, but I have no idea. All I know is it felt great. I came over and over again on his tongue and right when I thought I was going to explode from cumming so much he put his finger inside me! I started screaming, grabbed a pillow so the other roommates wouldn’t hear but I don’t think it made a difference. My legs where shaking, I was screaming, I could feel how tense my abdomen was. He flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled my ass up in one swift motion, then dove in with his tongue again. When I asked him what he was doing he said “I’m having fun” and something about the growl in his voice when he said that just drove me crazy. I started squealing again, not fully screaming like before though, and felt him pull away. When I turned to see where he went I felt the most delicious sensation on my pussy, and when I looked I saw him rubbing the head of his cock on my pussy. I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed back against him and heard him moan as the tip slipped inside me. I was moaning a little bit with the back and forth of just the tip until suddenly he shoved his cock into me, his full length inside of me. He started slamming into me, almost too hard but just perfect until he came hard and deep, groaning over me and pulling me with him as he fell down onto the bed. I almost fell asleep, but remembered to run back to my room before morning. Best fuck of my life. Best head of my life. Hands down.

Cunnilingus [str8] M4F

My head belongs between your thighs. I love the look of those beautiful lips…and that clit…that lit is my best friend.

The smell of you getting wet makes my mouth water. I start by kicking those lips…but thsts not what I’m here for…I hear straight for the clit.

My arms wrapped around your thighs burying my face into your pussy. I attack the clit with my tounge, up an down, side to side, sucking and kicking. My beard is getting wet as you arch your back.

I grab your ass tighter as I feel your hands on the back of my head. I won’t stop, u won’t come up for air…thats when it happens, you start panting, your legs tighten around my head, your cumming, I keep going, swallowing any moisture that hits my mouth. As you scream with pleasure I look at you.

Your so beautiful after an orgasm…let’s go for another ?

Cute Aggression…when you just have to squeeze [MF] [Str8] [Femdom] [Headscissors] [Knockout] [Footjob]

There is an emotion most everyone has experienced at one point or another called “cute aggression.” It is when you are looking at something you find so cute and adorable that you cannot help but be overwhelmed by a desire to squeeze it or sometimes even hurt it. Most of the time when we feel this emotion it is when we are looking at a kitten, or a baby. Something we know we shouldn’t hurt so we subconsciously hold ourselves back. However, for Faye, she often finds herself overcome with cute aggression when she looks at her 6’5” tall 230-pound husband Grant.

On a random Thursday after work Grant was laying on the rug in his living room. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight polyester underpaints. His wife got cold in the middle of the day, as she typically does, so she cranked up the heat. Grant learned long ago that the thermostat was not worth fighting over, so he instead shed his clothes after work. After being sedentary for 8 hours Grant was sore and achy, so he always tried to stretch after he logged off each day. As he reached for his toes, he could her his wife laughing in the other room. She was on a Zoom call with a friend. She popped out every once and a while, but only to refill her glass of wine.

Ambushed and deflowered by my best friends [FFF]

I’ll start by telling a little bit about myself. My name is Anna, I’m 19 years old and just finished my first year of college. I still live with my parents because it’s cheaper than living on my own, their house is relatively close to my college and I frankly enjoy the comfort of not having to worry about stuff like bills, cooking and laundry. In highschool I used to play soccer, but when I went to college I stopped because half the team stopped and I didn’t want to start in a new team. I tried to substitute this loss of activity by going to the gym, but as we all know it can sometimes be hard to drag yourself to the gym so my goal of three times a week has not been met as much as I wanted for the past year. Luckily the ‘freshman ten’ doesn’t apply to me so my athletic build hasn’t yet left me. Before this story took place I was still a virgin: I’d kissed with some guys and some girls, but no one but me had even touched my nether region, or vice versa. I don’t have a conclusive sexual orientation. Before college I’d considered myself mostly straight. I had the classic short-lived high school boyfriends with whom I never did more than kiss. But in college I also drunkenly kissed with a few girls and surprisingly enjoyed it just as much. So at the least I’ll describe myself as bi-curious, who cares anyway nowadays?

23(M)y first blowjob from a BBW

We were in high school. Really good friend and we would always hang out with somewhat the same group of friends after school to go smoke of chill at her house. Her mom didn’t mind us smoking and hanging out there, that’s why I loved coming over so much. Honestly she was such a great person and I never saw her more than a friend since I wasn’t really attracted to girls with a little more cushion for the pushing in(BBW), like I do now. We always just chilled and since we were so comfortable and close with each other we would talked about our sexual experiences and how we were both really good at doing what we do; the eating pussy, her sucking really good dick, not having a gag reflex you know the usually stuff when you’re tryna fuck the person directly next to you. Lol. Looking back at it now i missed so many signs i could of capitalize on because I only saw her as a friend.

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Solving a lifetime problem [FF]

You guys think you got a problem, well picture this, a small round balloon glued to a much larger round balloon with four of those long balloons that clowns blow up to make balloon sculptures at children’s parties hanging off the big balloon. On the front two large balloons, same size as the top balloon, glued on. That’s me. I’m five foot ten inches, pale white, black hair and 250lbs. Obese is a word. No one wants to spend any time with someone so fat, which leads to anxiety and depression, which causes my eating disorder which causes me to be so fat.

It’s not like I got any control over it, it’s just a condition I’ve had and I’ve been to counselors and psychologists, joined weight loss organizations and a lot of other shit and it just doesn’t take. Who wants to be near a fat woman? All I’ve had from all of these is “it’s your fault you’re so fucking fat.” They don’t say it like that, but they all say it. Then one day it changed for me.