Heartthrob [MF] [Colleagues to lovers] [Pure want]

I can see you through the glass wall of the conference room. Me, always being to early for our meetings, gets the pleasure of seeing you enter the room. Your hands are buried deep into your pockets, always so casual. So god damn sexy. Your eyes meet mine when you pause in the doorway, a playful smile teasing your lips.

“Hey” you say and then you walk in, taking the seat beside mine. My body tingles, usually you choose to sit across from me, something I love as it gives me full access to let my eyes wander over you. Having you this close makes my mind rush in an instant to something rated R.

Today you are wearing a blue denim shirt with white buttons. It suits you, always so handsome. I suddenly feel underdressed for the office, even if it’s casual friday, a simple black skirt, a white t-shirt and my black converse. You turn to me and I look at you, trying to sound casual when I say “Hey you” and smile, my heart pounding hard in my chest. The air is thick, we’ve been playfully teasing each other on the company Skype system, friendly like colleagues do of course, but I think my flirting is a little to obvious. Or rather… I want it to be. “How come you’re always early?” You lean forward, resting your forearms against the conference table. Again, you do it casual, making my hormones go crazy.

Closing Shift, or, The Dumpster Diver [queer] [NB/NB]

Mopping is my favorite part of the job. There’s something satisfying about cleaning up all the stickiness and filth that has accumulated on the cafe floor over the course of the day. We’re supposed to dim the lights when we’re closing, but I never do; I love seeing the floor gleam once I’m done.

I dump the water and put the cleaning supplies back in the closet, then hang up my apron and clock out. My bike is out back, so I use the back entrance, dimming the lights at last and locking the door behind me. I check my watch. It’s 10:15, a little later than usual. I’m eager to get home to my cats, and to the book I’ve been reading, the latest release in my favorite fantasy series.

As I’m unlocking my bike in the back alley, I hear a slam. “Shit,” someone says. I turn toward the source, squinting. There’s someone over by the dumpster for the local pizza place, holding a box of pizza in one hand and rubbing their head with the other. There are several more pizza boxes on the ground next to them. I surmise that the dumpster lid must have hit them as they were claiming their prize.

Rare Occasion [Part 2] [FM]

Part one is non-fiction, part 2 is fiction.

Time has passed since I started talking to him, the sexual tension has intensified to an uncontrollable level. These six months have been a learning experience, but I am finally just a few minutes away to see him. Just a few minutes away to kiss him and let my body experience all the ecstasy I had been holding on for months.

I walked towards the airport’s exit and he was there, waiting for me. My eyes could not believe it, he was tall, handsome, and with a bright smile that made my nipples instantly hard. Oh! I finally met the man that had me crazy for months and months, the one that turned me one with a few words, the man that made my pussy wet just by looking at me.

A forbidden Affair. [F,f][Cheating][Lesbian]

Annie pulled into the driveway, quickly popping out of the car. She was keen to see boyfriend Max. And maybe if she was lucky, his mother Melissa would have cooked an amazing dinner. ‘That would be the best!’ Annie thought to herself as she walked up to the front door. She actually quite enjoyed Max’s mother’s company.

Melissa had even motivated Annie to start gym classes with her. They now regularly went out on ‘gym and coffee’ dates and had grown quite close. Or, as close as you could really get with your boyfriend’s mother. It wasn’t uncommon for Annie to be around the house while Max was away. That awkwardness of being left alone in the presence of your partner’s parents was a thing of the past for them.

“Hi Mel!” Annie smiled up at Max’s mother.

….

“Oh I’m sorry sweet, Max just got a call-out for work. An emergency way out of town. He didn’t think he’d be back tonight at all… Didn’t he call you?” Melissa said, standing on the other side of the kitchen bench. Multi-tasking as always, dinner cooking in the background as she chatted.

Myself, Gf and roommate are in Isolation together with things escalating quickly. [MMF]

My Gf (26) has been topless once Infront of everyone during a scuba diving weekend. I did post about it before. But that’s what really kicked off this chain of event.

id always been open to the idea of sharing a partner years before we started dating so for me it grew from there.

she had always been open minded and chilled with a lot of things. And as my roommate (M22) has seen her topless so i thought I’d open her up to the idea and see where it would go.

It started out with mused responses at first. When it finally happened, the experience was only a BJ and roommate playing with her breasts and feet. we were all drunk at the time and this was just before Christmas.

Id missed him convincing her for the last bit (long story) but when i came back from the bathroom he had a handful of her hair and was guiding her up and down along his cock. He becomes confident and dominant when drunk so it went from there.

Claire’s Self Exploration [f][brief m][mast][young][semi-incest][voy]

This story is a work of fiction. Comments and PMs are greatly appreciated.

It had been two weeks since my sleepover with Jenny in the tent. By this point I had mostly forgotten about the incident. I say ‘mostly’ because anytime I would try to touch myself like we did that night it would all come flooding back. It wasn’t that I hated what we did, I actually enjoyed it quite a bit, rather it was that feeling of shame and embarrassment that returned. Every time I tried to do it myself those feelings would overwhelm me and I would lose any progress I made.

That all changed pretty suddenly.

Saturday had been my thirteenth birthday. I had a dozen girl friends from school over for a pool party followed up with cake and ice cream. Jenny was there, of course, still rocking a one piece bathing suit. The thing I noticed right away is that most of the girls without breasts were wearing one piece suits while the more developed girls were in bikinis. I was one of the few girls stuck in the middle ground, still just two small buds, but it was my party and I wore a bikini I had just bought the other day. I wish I was able to fill it out better and it made me a little jealous of the girls, my own age mind you, bouncing around with their B and C cup breasts. But at least I had something, right? Jenny and three others were still completely flat.

The Long Weekend Part 2: Cady’s Turn [MF] [MILF] [age gap] [female perspective]

He walked her to his room, holding her hand, and closed and locked the door behind them. He pressed her body against the door and kissed her deeply. She felt her insides melt and warm, and felt tingly all over. He was strong, but was being gentle with her. She felt that he probably had other settings, if she wanted to unlock them. She began to breathe heavily as he kissed her ears and neck, and told her she was beautiful. He ran his hands over her breasts and moaned slightly with pleasure as he felt her nipples stiffen at his touch. He ran his hands down the black skirt and moaned slightly again. 

“Your ass looks absolutely amazing in this, but I’m still hoping to get it off you.” 

He ran his hands underneath the hem of it and up between her legs. She was trembling and knew her pussy was soaking wet. He felt her over her panties with his strong hands and she felt like she might pass out at the sensation she had been anticipating all day. In one strong, sudden move, he scooped her up into his arms without the slightest difficulty and held her triumphantly. He seemed to like the look of surprise on her face.

The Long Weekend, Part 1: Lucas [MF] [age gap] [MILF] [female perspective]

The women all together for their girls’ weekend had all known each other at least ten years, some longer. Between the five of them, they’d had eight husbands, three of them still husbands; and fourteen kids, now mostly in high school and college. All of them would be just fine managing on their own while the women got pedicures and massages and probably too drunk at their large airbnb house, out of town.

The Friday night after they arrived and unpacked, they went out for drinks and dinner and were taken care of at the bar by a man too impossibly hot not to notice. Ginger hair, ginger beard, torso in the most perfect reverse triangle. His shirt outlined his pecs every turn he made, and Cady caught a glimpse of a gorgeous, vaguely floral tattoo peeking out from his t-shirt sleeve. They shamelessly gawked at his perfect ass when he walked away. The friends all gasped and giggled about him when he was out of earshot, and when it was time to go Cady decided she might as well shoot her shot. She added her name and number to the receipt for the bar tab, adding an extra $100 to the bill.

Can’t stop thinking of my [25F] last hook-up with a [33M] before quarantine

I’ve been in quarantine for three weeks. That entire time, I’ve been turning over the same memories before I go to sleep. The memory of my last hookup. This night turned out to be a gift to myself: My raw lips, the day after. My sore pussy. My body, warm from being held the whole night through.

These memories are the gift.

It was just supposed to be a second date. We were meeting at a bar. But the second i saw him there, wearing a puffy jacket and smiling at me, I knew it would be more than a second date. You know when you meet someone, and you’re pretty sure there’s a weather pattern happening in your chest, when you’re around them? Like you can’t control what’s happening but you know not to worry, it’s completely natural? Yeah, it was that.

Even talking to him was futile. I couldn’t form a sentence. I was so distracted by him—his half smile, his smell, his deep voice that touched the core of me, that silenced me.

Guess he was distracted by me, too, because 10 minutes in—not even—when we were standing by the bar, he stopped talking. And in that pause, he leaned in and kissed me.

Lexi Naked at School

Lexi Naked at School

Lexi’s mom yelled up the stairs, “honey are you up? I thought today was the first day of spring term?” Lexi rolled over on her bed only hearing half of what she said. Lexi could hardly get one eye open to see what time it was. “Crap,” she said jumping out of bed. Lexi was supposed to leave 10 minutes ago for first term Anatomy class. Flying around her room, she threw on what she thought was tan leggings with a baggy tank top and tied the bottom of it at her waste. Lexi grabbed her backpack while pulling her hair back. She yelled “love you mom, be home later,” as she ran down the stairs and out the door.