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The Elves of the Wood, Parts 1 and 2 [Fantasy, MF, Mf, Oral Sex, Plot, Long]

Part One

They watched him travel the shaded mountain path through the heart of their village with a myriad of expressions written upon their elvish faces. Some seemed curious, others wary, while still more were impassive, but mostly he saw excitement. They were all dressed alike, if in fact they could be said to be dressed at all. They were mostly naked, with only a thin strip of loincloth draped between their thighs, and their bare breasts and bellies exposed to the sun’s warmth. The villagers stood in a crowd fronting their modest thatched roof huts; mothers and their daughters, young women, youngling girls, and crones with silvery hair and wizened, weathered faces.

Drinnen stole quick glances as he led his pack mule along the village thoroughfare, its grade growing ever steeper as he neared the Queen’s Hill. His destination was the formidable fortress of felled trees and set stone that loomed at its crest. He looked over his shoulder to see the thread of his path vanish as the villagers fell in procession behind him. His hefty walking pack was a great weight upon his shoulders, and his legs and back were weary from many days of foot travel, but onward he trod. Ranger, his trusty mule, ever followed him, and was packed high with countless trading wares, a hunting bow, and several mismatched pots and pans. Read more »

Blow jobs – appreciation

What is it about blow jobs that just seem to be the best?

I was out clubbing when we caught each others eye. She was dancing in a tiny little black dress. Her winged eyeliner making her eyes look almost catlike.

She was swaying her hips to some song I couldn’t think of or remember and I beckoned her over. We grated against each other as the throb of bodies pulsed around us.

“Toliets.” I snarled in her ear and I took her tanned, manicured hand and led her into the unisex Toliets.

It was empty and the big wooden stalls were more than roomy. I pushed her onto the seat and took my hard dick out and scrunched her hair against it.

The seductive little mink took it in her mouth, looked up and me and winked.

She moved her mouth expertly up and down it in time with the music. I scrunched her hair into my hands and pushed her little face into it. Her head bobbing and her hands shaking as she gagged and tried to drink it all in. Read more »

My girlfriend’s MILF mom — aka Why Dani won’t talk to me anymore [mF] [fuckin’]

She cheated on me, that bitch. I slam Dani’s bedroom door and storm down the hall. She’s crying, but I head downstairs to get out of the house. I’m almost to the front door when her mom calls to me from the living room.

“Ben, what’s going on?” she hollers.

I don’t want to get to talk about this, especially not with her. “Nothing, Mrs Tyler. I’m taking off.” I’m shouting loud enough for Dani to hear. Let her be the one to explain this to her mom.

“Come here, Ben, talk to me,” Mrs Tyler says.

I want nothing more than to leave. But Mrs Tyler, well, she’s a MILF. And I’ve just noticed that she’s wearing nothing but a sports bra and yoga pants. And because of this, and since I won’t be coming around here anymore, I head into the living room and sit down on the couch next to Mrs Tyler. Read more »

For my bigger girl- Part 4 [MF] [First Person]

… I couldn’t help but smile. I had truly met my match. With a quick turn of your head, you sauntered back into your bedroom, leaving me watching your curvy body, that magnificent ass, as it slowly walked away from me. I knew you knew I was watching you- I knew you were indulging me, sauntering slowly and seductively away, but guiding me towards you with every step.

When you reached the bed and paused to look at me from the corner of your eye- I realized I had been standing there star struck, literally holding a towel in one hand and my erection in the other, dripping wet, totally mesmerized.

Like a puppy hurrying to catch up to its owner, I rushed forward, drying myself off, once again excited to relax in the remarkably comfortable looking bed I had noticed on the way in. You giggled a bit in spite of yourself, but quickly covered it up and said, rather firmly but not unkindly, ‘Now lie down on your back.’

Night adventures [F]

suggested several ideas what can be done at night, but I decided that I could not leave the house naked yet, I did not have the courage to do this.

In the morning I noticed that the basement door in the building where I live is always open, in the morning there is a cleaner, in the evening there is no one there and at night probably too.

at three o’clock in the night, I went into the hallway, taking a little flashlight with me, pretending to go to the toilet and went down to the basement door. oddly enough the light turned on when I pressed the button, I thought it was not working there.

inside there were pipes of all sorts of shabby couches of the box with garbage in general and I found a hatch, opening it I lit there, the stairs went down I went down and there was also a button to turn on the light. Read more »

Friends… Now more? [F21] [M22]

I sat in the living room, holding her as she cried into me.

It was ALWAYS the same thing. She’d go running off with some loser weed-obsessed hippie guy with no job. After a month, she’d be out of cash, devestated he’d run off with a cute girl fresh out of college and who also didn’t know better.

“I… I… thought he was the one..” She spat out during muffled sobs into my shirt.

No. We’re not doing this again.

I pushed her away from me and my black t-shirt now covered in tears. She looked up at me with her gold hair in a messy bun, mascara running down her cheeks, a little red button nose and big sad brown eyes.

“Addison, this is enough. You run around with these fuckboys and then act surprised that they run off without you. What the hell do you expect? Have you ever even came from one of those losers trying to stick there pathetic pencil dicks in you?”

She sniffed and balled up against the sofa. Her leggings just showing the delicate outline of her underwear and the hoodie limp against her skin. Read more »

Wrestled my friends mother wearing lingerie

She always pranced around in either a dress that was to short or a t shirt that was to short. But this night she was wearing a black and pink corset black thigh high boots and pink ruffle panties. She started laughing and talking about how much she was going to kick my ass wrestling. Actually I have a better idea I said taking her hand and pulled her slowly over to the couch. Her heels prevented her from resisting she just kept asking me what I was doing. I’m going to spank you I said calmly. She started fighting me harder but it was no use. I remember how much I liked spanking her and touching her panties.

The Roommate Part VI: Can’t Wait! [F Solo] [Plot]

**VI: Marie**

Marie awoke to a soreness between her legs. And in her legs. And her arms, a bit. Even her jaw was a bit sore.

It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it made her want to just go back to sleep.

She rolled onto her side, intending to do so, but found herself facing Kylie’s wonderfully muscular back. Reaching a hand out, Marie gently traced the shapes and planes of the brunette’s shoulders. She moved down slowly from there, fascinated by the appearance and feeling of Kylie under her fingers. Marie lingered at the brunette’s pronounced back dimples, hesitant. She was unable to help herself, however, and let her hand move further down to cup Kylie’s perfect ass.

“Damn, I was sure I’d worn you out last night.”

Marie giggled, “Your ass is really nice.”

Kylie barked a laugh, “Thanks.”

She turned over, cocking an eyebrow at Marie, “You want to go again? I can’t stay for too long, but I’m down for a morning quickie.”

Marie bit her lip, looking the brunette’s naked body up and down.

Her pussy twitched in anticipation, and Marie winced. Read more »

Part 1 : Indecent Thoughts [D/s][Teasing]

I look into your eyes, twinkling mischievously as you pull the wand away. A loud whimper escapes my lips as you flick the switch off, tossing it onto the bedside table. Wrapping your arms around me, you nuzzle my neck, planting light kisses from my collarbone up to my ear.

“Don’t worry baby,” you whisper between kisses, “you’ll cum plenty for me tonight.”

I believe you, but it doesn’t stop my pouting. I usually get at least one orgasm before class, but apparently not today because you leave off kissing to roll out of bed and start getting ready for your meeting. I know you love watching me dress (not as much as watching me undress, but still), so I remain adamantly in bed, covers pulled up to my chin. Fully dressed, you kneel on the coverlet next to me. I turn my head away, pressing my face into the pillow in not so mock annoyance, but your hand on my chin forces my gaze back to you and I look up into your eyes.

“No touching yourself whatsoever today. Is that understood?” I’m still pouting, but I nod obediently. “Good girl.” Read more »