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(mf) A satisfying winter morning.

She felt his breath on her neck, his hand on the curve of her hip, his weight on top of her. The lull of the dream was soothing and fuzzy. Cotton lace The band of her panties rubbing the back of her hand. She woke slowly, grasping at the fleating dream.

Eyes kept shut she moved her other hand under her tank top, cupping her breast. Her nipple was hard where he had kissed. She was close to cuming, her soft mound under her palm, her lips wet and slick around her fingers. Her hips instinctively rocked against the warmth building under her hand, urging her to cum.

Firmly she traced her clit, around then over. So close she quickened, squeezing her breast, hairs raising on her naval. *I shouldn’t* she stretched her toes, half pushing the thoughts, half willing them to stay. *Please* she gasped, letting a quick breath escape. She was quivering now. *Yes* she turned her head to the side, panting, pleading, as she had when he’d held his hand in her hair. That light tugging sensation.

*Fucking yes*

Back arched.

*I can’t*

She gasped again

*Yes!* Read more »

Where did you find me? Part 1 [MFF] first post so give me criticism ;)

Where did you find me?

I am curious. I barely know you, my toy.

We met around Thanksgiving. You saw me in the grocery store and you were sizing up turkeys. You looked amazing. The way you handled that meat ? . I wanted you from that moment. Maybe it was the way you held it. Your nails were long but unkept. No makeup but your skin looked so soft to the touch. Hair in a sexy bun and ready for me to pull. Your body…

Don’t get me started…

Too late.

Your jacket rolled off you like you wanted some attention. Ok. You got it babe.

The low cut black tank top under…showed the outline of your rock hard nipples. They were so perky I wanted to fuck you like my slave but I played along. I saw you looking at me in between the isles. When we walked by each other…I could tell you wanted my pussy…. maybe it wasn’t obvious. That wasn’t my focus. You were the prize.

I desired to please you.
Taste you.
Touch you. Read more »

Smells Like Middle-Aged Desperation [MF, light age-based humiliation, oral]

I’m in charge of a business function that covers several different offices, so I’m often on the road to visit the locations. I kept hearing the name of a new salesperson come up: Linda Marconi. Some of my staff at the office she worked at were becoming very involved with problems she should have been calling into a service desk for. I asked them to redirect her, but then I would hear from other employees that they continued to help her.

I was a little puzzled–these guys usually tried to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. So on my next visit, I kept one eye out to see if Linda would stop by the area where my team was assigned. By noon on my first day there, the question had been answered.

The clicking heels announced her presence and I looked up subtly to see a nice pair of legs. She was wearing a skirt that was too short for an office and four-inch heels. I already had a feeling about what her deal was before she turned to peek into my office. Once I saw the tell-tale overuse of eye makeup and low cut shirt, I knew she was experiencing what I call the “aging stewardess syndrome”: an aging woman who relied on her looks for professional success and was not dealing with her decline very well. I didn’t give away that I had checked her out and continued to work. Read more »

Her fantasy come true (MFM)

This is my first try writing erotica and I just thought it would be fun to try out. Everything is all fiction.

It all started when she told me her secret sexual fantasy. She wanted to be fucked by me and another guy. At first I was totally against it but slowly she began to change my mind. So I figured I would surprise her one Friday night. I told my friend John about her fantasy and asked if he was willing to help. He said yes because he knew she was a freak sexually and had a body to die for. I arranged for the 3 of us to be alone and my place. I invited John and we started drinking as we waited for her. Once she arrived John smiled and looked at me with a devilish grin. She was wearing a black skirt with a crop top showing off her cleavage. She had no idea what was going to happen. Read more »

SO, THAT HAPPENED … [mf] [mast]

When Rick was 13 years old, his uncle got married to a woman named Kylie. She was stunning. No one in the family understood how a woman like her was attracted to a man like him. He wasn’t necessarily ugly or unattractive, but he was rude and short tempered. He was an angry man. Some wondered if it was the money, but Kylie came from a wealthy family of her own, so people weren’t sure …

But Kylie LOVED Rick. Every time they’d go to Michigan to visit the family, Rick asked if he could stay at his uncle’s place. His parents thought it was so great he wanted to spend time with his uncle. But he was really in it for time with Aunt Kylie. Kylie knew it, too. And the truth was, she thought Rick was super cute.

To back things up a little, Kylie was only 22 years old, so she wasn’t much older than Rick. And she aimed to be the cool aunt. The one he could come to and talk about drinking, drugs, sex, girls, rock n roll — all the fun stuff.

But first, she had to make sure he could keep a secret. Read more »

Kinky advent 3/24 [F] [Bi] [bdsm]

Today’s envelope contained a picture of the sub/slave position ‘Humble’ and the instruction to practice and remember the name of the position.
‘Humble’ is a kneeling position, with legs parted to the width of the shoulders, where your upper body is bend down to the floor so the forehead is touching the ground. Arms are stretched out to the front crossing at the wrists.
While practising the position I was thinking about how fitting the position was for today’s mood. The last two days I wasn’t able to fulfill the given tasks to my Dom’s satisfaction, missing deadlines and not following all of the instructions. Positioned like that I felt I could give him a non-verbal apology.

Rating the intensity of this task I’m going with a 6/10 today. Not because the task itself is hard to carry out but because of the circumstances and the weirdly fitting timing of it. A truly humbling position it is, especially for a bratty sub like me. Not being able/allowed to look at my Dom works even better on me than any physical punishment could. Imagining having to assume this positions in future sessions is making me want to work harder on being a good and more obedient sub. Read more »

What happens in Vegas…. (Fm)

When my brother wanted to go to Vegas for his birthday I was ecstatic. Living in the prairies leaves us with little fun besides drinking and other totally legal activities. A trip down to the states was a welcome thought. Our parents deal to us was that they would go with us and pay for everything (yeah I know, spoiled) since it was his 21st. I had the same deal when I turned 21 and now again at 25 thanks to my younger sibling. Each of us brought a friend, I brought Cassandra, both of us stood around 5’5. She wore her hair short and dyed blue which went along with her many tattoos and piercings. I had long auburn hair and no love for body mods. My brother brought his friend Jason, kind of an awkward and quiet guy though the two were inseparable for as long as I could remember. Let’s skip ahead a bit. Read more »

My Sleeping Boss [FM][Curvy Slut][Sleeping Sex][Sleeping with my Boss][Sleeping Handjob][Cowgirl Orgasm][Erotica]

(Psss… I’d looove constructive feedback! I’m still trying to improve (: )

I laid there in a state. His state. Well, it’s his fault I was in this state…Whatever. I was mad at him. Really, I was mad at myself. I could smell the gallon of rum he’d consumed over the night’s train of bars we attended from the other side of the hotel room where I laid. The chasm of space between our double beds seemed farther with every glance at him. Derrick slept exactly in the position I left him. His shins dangled from the bottom of the bed so the soles of his shoes could barely brush the gray off white carpet. Derrick’s black button-down shirt was a wrinkled mess and was untucked from his jeans. I knew Derrick would never sleep like this- especially in front of me. The straight and sturdy, wrinkle free, and articulate monster I knew as my boss had more luggage just to hold and organize his grooming products than I had total for the week’s stay in New York City. Read more »

A Snowy Morning [Fm] [straight] [cheating] [interracial] [PAWG] [MILF] [holidays] [fiction]

**Author’s Note:** Season’s greetings to you all, especially to GarnetAndOpal :)

 

4 AM and it was snowing outside as Ida watched the white particles falling gracefully in the pre-dawn darkness through the window of her bedroom.

Turning back inside, she saw her husband Wal snoozing away on their bed. She was briefly reminded of how frustrated she had been last night when she slipped under the covers beside him and had tried persuading him to make love with the movements of her body against his, but all she had received in response was a sleepy grunt.

She wasn’t frustrated or angry at him anymore. She needed to walk, to let her mind wander for a bit, clear it of all the pent up thoughts and intentions that would never be. And so she kissed sleeping Wal on the cheek, went to the adjacent room where their eight-year-old son Colin was also still asleep and kissed him on the cheek as well. She then proceeded putting on warmer gear and stepped out of the house. Read more »