Sex outside hightens all sensations-Kayaking [mf] [public] [oral] [Str8]

I pace along the white line of the parking lot, wondering if I’ll recognize him when he pulls up. I’ve only ever seen limited angles of his face, the ones that he chooses to show when we snap. His dick I’d recognize. I snuffle a laugh at the thought of having to pick him out of a lineup. “Sir, please remove your pants so the lady can identify you.” God, he has me tripping down a path to quantum crazy.

I chip at the electric blue polish on my fingernails. “Where are you?” I whisper.

People, cars, and boats crawl across the hot asphalt of this boat ramp, crowding my vision. It’s a beautiful summer day, and we’re all ready to be out on the lake.

The impatience shakes my right foot when a vapor of baby pink washes into my peripheral vision. My eyes track his unhurried stride. He wore the pink shirt, the one from the picture. It clings to his torso and outlines the taper from his shoulders to waist. My circuits bog down and my brain re-boots as I mentally tread water. On idiot auto-pilot, I raise my hand and wave like a toddler at him. As soon as I realize it, I cover my mouth as I cringe at my level of jackassery. “Holy shit, would you get it together?” I mock myself quietly.

The Freestanding Tub [Mf] [Str8] [Student/Teacher Affair] [Psychological]

Inspired by Miss Danielle

This story is fictional (unlike some confessions I post)

Setting of this story: The Majestic Hotel, Kuala Lumpur (Google it to see what their rooms look like)

Themes: College Student, Lecturer / Professor, Psychological

Reading time: Approximately 12 minutes

It’s roughly 3 pm in the afternoon on a Saturday, technically Day 2 of our little staycation. Yesterday, after my last lecture ended at about 5 pm, I drove my car to a quiet street not too far from campus to pick you up. Despite being in the same lecture earlier (you, in the audience), we planned this pickup away from the college to avoid being spotted by your classmates. They were already suspicious enough about us as-is, there was no need to feed the gossip that was already going around.

My car barely even came to a complete halt before you popped the door open and jumped in wearing that cute, girly smile you always had. The both of us were enjoying this little cloak and dagger act, and as soon as you slammed the door, I sped off towards the hotel.

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 24 [Erotic Fantasy Story] [MFF][FF]

Please read chapters 1 – 23 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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“This is for you,” Mirja said handing her a leather wrapped bundle.

Sigrid frowned and took it. She was about to ask what it was but kept quiet and unfolded the old leather. The smell reminded her of something that she couldn’t put her finger on. Her fingertips ran along the patterns.

*I know this pattern*, she thought, her hands starting to tremble slightly. *It can’t be.*

She unclasped the last buckle and opened the leather bindings up. A pair of longdaggers lay before her eyes. They were so black that they almost looked blue. The light from the flittering candles on the table seemed to seep into the blades to never come back out. Sigrid raised her eyes and looked first at Mirja, then at Leopold.

Powers of Persuasion 2: A More Willing Subject [ff/fff, light D/s]

The Story So Far/tl;dr – Jamie has the ability to make anyone comply with her little commands. After using her power to turn Mary — her former nemesis and the head cheerleader — into her own pussy-pleaser, the two develop an unlikely relationship and determine to start corrupting the rest of the people in their lives.

“Yeah, but Brad’s such a tease. I’ve been on two dates with him and he won’t do more than kiss,” said Evangeline, tossing aside a lock of her black hair. She was tall and lanky, with a thin, diamond shaped face.

Mary glanced at her clock, double checking the time. 10:34. Another minute before she was supposed to meet Jamie in the bathroom. Ugh. Why was lunch so early? Stupid high school. The other girls in the cheer squad surrounded her at the lunch table, blathering about…whatever.

“Maybe he’s gay? He’s just looking for a beard,” said Brittney with a chuckle.

Opening the clock app, Mary watched the second hand go by, hiding her phone and pretending to text. Forty-five seconds.

“What? A beard? Mary, do I have a beard?”

Short and sweet. Please lather me up

He lathers the bubbles all over me, his skilled hands moving slowly across my
chest as my hands instinctively reach for his chin, trying to clutch onto
anything I can as the sensation builds inside me. The warmth of the water
soothes my skin as his baritone voice rings out to me.

“I’m in no rush tonight, I’m going to tease you for hours. You’re going to beg
for your release.” He commands me effortlessly.
I admire the tattoos, across his pecs and his upper back, some serious
definition meeting my eyes as my desire pools in a steep motion. His hands
glide ever lower, sending little shockwaves shuddering across my body as he
trails a slow and definitive stroke down to the top of my groin, his bursting
brown eyes never leaving mine. I know he’s going to work me up into a
gasping and shuddering mess.

“Oh god yes…please yes.”

I’m his for the taking, no indecisiveness in my voice, a slave to my master for
the evening. My head rolls freely as he explores me further, his lips latching
onto my neck playfully as his fingers start to beckon me in a come hither
motion.

(Str8) This is It, with Daisy Ridley

This is it…

The moment you’ve been waiting for, for so long, is finally here. You’re in a chair and Daisy Ridley is sitting on top of you, facing you. She’s wearing a black, lace-like, almost see-through dress. It’s tight, and it beautifully shows of her slim, slender and fit figure. Her hair is long, wavy and free, it falls to her shoulders, some of it down her face.

Her perfectly round and toned ass is grinding into your crotch, turning you on and making you pant. She’s so wild.
She slowly removes the dress over her head, teasing you every step of the way. Always grinding, always looking at you.

Fuck, she was naked ubderneath, the whole time! Her shaved womanhood, washboard stomach, petite breasts, defined collarbones and beautiful, bare shoulders are revealed to you. You gulp and look everywhere. Daisy notices your stare, and lets a pleased giggle escape her lips. Her abs clench from the giggle and her breasts jiggle.

She’s hot and she knows it, and so does your cock.

Taking One for the Team: Part Eight [MFFF] [Straight] [Busty] [Interracial] [Anal]

I woke up suddenly, jerking up from my spot on the floor. I looked around and tried to piece what had happened together. I was at Samantha’s house. I pulled myself up from the couch. I was naked, naked, and in Samantha’s home.

It started to come to me slowly. It was Sunday, and I volunteered to help Samantha take some of her old furniture to the front of her lawn. The church was going to send someone to pick it all up. Samantha had bought all new furniture. I nodded as I remembered lugging all the furniture out the door.

We waited for the donation truck, and I helped them load everything up. We came back inside and started drinking. Was that the reason I passed out? Well, if so, why was I naked? No, we started making out, she gave me one of her bra tit fucks right here on the couch. I loved her tit-fucks. Samantha’s breasts were huge, bigger than huge. They still amazed me every time I saw them.

Tony’s Place, Part II [Str8] [MF] [Cons] [Sexual Tension] [Toy]

*Part I is in here from a few weeks ago*

9am on Monday rolled around. I sat at my desk, but I couldn’t keep my mind on work. After the morning I’d had with Tony on Saturday, I hadn’t stopped thinking about him. His spell was strong on me. I just kept flashing back to R-rated images of us fucking. It went by so quickly, but I remembered every detail.

I needed to see Tony again, but I didn’t know how to reach him. Would I have to wait until Friday happy hour again? I could add him on Facebook, but that seemed a little weird. Plus, I didn’t particularly want our relationship, however it was defined, to be known to the public.

My friend Jenn had been the one who connected us, she worked with Tony and had invited me to her work’s happy hour in the first place. How could I casually message her and ask for Tony’s number without tipping her off that we were sleeping together? That was my biggest task of the day.

As I scrolled through my calendar for the week, vaguely putting some effort into possibly having to do work, Jenn popped up in my IM.

The Wood Sprite [rape] [M/f] [fantasy] [size difference] [non-con to con] [standing] [from behind]

> A sweet little tale that I couldn’t get out of my head today. All characters are above the age of eighteen.

Frolicking in the pond and picking colourful wildflowers in the midmorning sun, the wood sprites did not see the hunter lurking in the trees. He thought they might have heard his heartbeat, which beat like a wardrum in his ears, but they did not – content to weave the bright snapdragons, larkspur, and bluebells into each other’s hair. Praying to the gods above for luck, he hurled himself into the glen.

The sprites scattered, girlish screams echoing through the woods. The wiser ones vanished into the branches of their trees, while the smallest one continued on foot, her golden hair streaming behind her like a beacon.

The hunter caught her before she escaped the glen, his strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she squealed as he lifted her off her feet. She wriggled and fought with an indignant fury, her delicate hands lashing out at him, cursing him in an ancient language, but it was useless. Inhumanly light in his arms, he held her tightly with one arm as he freed himself from his breeches.

We took charge with a newbie couple (pic) [mfmf] [bi] [cuck]

As a bit of background, my wife and I enjoy playing in a variety of manners. We’ve always been ggg. We have an open relationship, but she only likes to play with others when I’m present.

She’s submissive to me and this plays into her fantasies. Although we’re both early 40s, we stay in shape. Ann is 5’6″, curvy blond with 34c breasts, a radiant smile and amazing breasts. I’m 6’1″, solid build, trim beard and 7″.

I came across an online ad from a couple, James and Sarah, who were looking for a more experienced couple to play with. They were younger than us by a few years. Both a bit inexperienced, but had been talking about a variety of sexy scenarios and wanted to make them a reality. She had been in a threesome before with a past boyfriend and they had both met with one other couple but it was unsatisfying as everyone was too timid so not much happened.

We chatted online a bit, got to know each other and exchanged some pics. Sarah was very pretty. Dark haired and soft in the right ways. James was good looking in a boyish way, average sized. He definitely wanted to see Sarah fucked and be with another woman. Based on his comments, he seemed very hot for Ann.