Girls fight club. F+F

“I’ve seen you in the gym working out and taking the martial arts classes. Are you ready for a real fight against other girls. call 555-5365”? The note said. She felt strong and confident Amy decided to do it! She loved wrestling and MMA fighting. “Yeah, I want to kick another girls ass! I want to fight”! She thought.

Amy called the number and there was silence. “I’m calling about the fight”. She said now nervous. “14582 Moxley drive. 8pm”. Then the line went dead.

Amy spent the day working out. She looked good and she knew it. She was one of the best in her martial arts classes and knew she was good. She was ready for anyone or anything. No obstacle was was too great!

She arrived just before 8pm and banged on the door. She looked around at the many expensive cars in the industrial area. I huge man opened the door. “What do you want”? He growled. Full of confidence Amy snapped “I am here to fight”!

Amy was lead into a makeshift dressing / locker room. A few girls were in there and they all tried to “get in her head” with “I am going to kick your ass” and “Go home” taunts.

ABIGAIL THE PISS ADDICT [f] [self piss] [piss drinking] [masturbation] [squirt]

She couldn’t get enough of her own piss. In middle school, she remembered walking home from school when the urge struck. She ran home and then had to tiptoe home, practically squeezing her legs together in agony. When she collapsed onto the toilet, the sensation of emptying her bladder felt so good, she decided to masturbate right there on the toilet.

A few years later, in high school, while walking home, the urge struck again. But this time, it had been pouring rain and she’d left her umbrella at home, and so … she was already soaked.

“Nobody would know if I pissed my pants right here. Right now,” she thought.

And so that’s just what she did. She pissed her already rain soaked pants.

By college, she declared that she was a full fledged piss fanatic. Everything involving pee turned her on. Holding her bladder until she was about to burst? Turn on. Pissing her pants? Turn on. Watching her girlfriends piss was an especially big turn on, because they didn’t view it as a sexual thing. They just went to the bathroom together.

But she would watch, nibbling on her bottom lip.

Blow Job Queen who Gave me her Ass. (MF)

I ran into Kim, an ex best friend to an ex girlfriend. She was about 5’4 with the hugest natural titties you ever saw. She had a banging ass, too. Her face wasn’t classically beautiful but she had a gap between her front teeth that was sexy when she smiled and she was definitely cute. I was 23 or so and she was 21. She said “here” and thrust her number into my hand. After dating about 5 times she was sucking my dick to completion. She continued lowering her mouth down and up my cock while I came, swallowing my entire load, sucking out every bit til my dick was only slightly moist from her mouth at the end. I told her to lay between my legs, and jerk me off until I blew on her huge juggs. She had watermelon lub and I would squirt it on her tits. She would lay back in bed propped up on pillows and I’d fuck her soft boobs. They would flatten on her chest, huge and round so she would frame them for a fuck. I fucked her phat ass doggie many times. She would reach back and cup my ball sack. I started to finger her asshole. She knew what I wanted.

After a long day of work [FPOV] [MPOV]

I did a MPOV and FPOV. FPOV first scroll down for MPOV

After you leave for work i see you left a red outfit on the table for me. I open it up and it is a wonder woman corset.

Later that evening I know you should be home soon. I get the outfit out and strip off my clothes and put the panties on first, and squeeze into the corset. It’s tight but not uncomfortably tight. I hear your car pull into the driveway and i make a quick dash to the bed finding a position to lay to look sexy. I finally lay in the middle of the bed propped up on my left elbow left leg straing and my other leg crossed over with my knee bent.

You want into the room still in your work clothes (that i find so hott on you by the way) you look exhausted but the you realize what i am wearing and the lust in your eyes for me. You start tearing off your clothes as fast as you and and nearly trip onto the floor over your pants. I giggle it is so cute how much you want me.

The Camgirl XXXIII: That Bitch! [Plot]

**XXXIII: Blake**

Blake was not okay.

She lay on her bed, spacing out, trying to will herself to sleep. It wasn’t that late but being awake had sucked since Saturday.

*Sleep hasn’t helped too much either.*

Zoning out to that fantasy on Tuesday hadn’t helped either.

Two more days had passed since she’d seen Liam and Marie come back with some random girl. She’d caught Liam’s gaze that night, and still she hadn’t heard from him. She hadn’t seen him this morning in her Thursday class, and Monday and Tuesday he hadn’t sat with her like usual.

With a heavy sigh, Blake rolled over onto her stomach, grimacing when she had to adjust her long T-shirt when it bunched up under her. A faint shine from across her room on the floor caught Blake’s gaze and she buried her face in her pillows with a groan.

*I thought I got all of them.*

When talking with Chloe hadn’t helped Blake deal with her Liam problem, she’d thought drinking herself to sleep might make her feel better. It had been a while since she had done that. Blake had brought the shot glass to her lips, then thrown it across the room with a sob when she remembered why it had been so long.

Cold Water in the Moonlight….[mf][mild]

The water was always cold at the swimming hole.

It was a really interesting spot. The main summer camp that I worked at college was set in this valley in the catskills, and you had to walk up the trail to where the valley narrowed higher in the cleft of the ridges to find the swimming hole. If I knew geography I would be able to explain using the proper terms. If I knew geology I could explain why the creek ran over a small waterfall before continuing on a deep split in the rocks that widened into a shallower pool.

There was a legend about the swimming hole made up probably by some hippy who worked there in 70s about it being a sacred spot of the local mohawk tribe way back in the day.

I didn’t ever really get to hear the whole story because I worked in the kitchen at the camp. It was an interesting job, a lot of the staff had regular interactions with the campers, going on hikes and doing crafts and archery and all that stuff, but we were in that sweltering kitchen for 3 meals a day, and doing prep and clean up between them as well.

She Didn’t Know I Knew…….But I knew. [cheating]

“Alright I am gone.” I said, leaning over the bed.

My wife, April flipped the sheet down to her waist revealing her soft motherly tits that hung slightly to each side of her chest before extending her arms outward for an embrace. Her dark hair laid messy on the pillow like a crown around her head. “Okay. I love you. Have a great day” she said before our lips met for a quick kiss.

“Love you too. Enjoy your day off.” I said pulling away.

“Mmmm. I can smell your beard oil” she said while stretching her arms upward while I turned on my heel and headed out of the bedroom and then the front door. I climbed into my truck and sat there in the driver’s seat for several moments contemplating what was going to happen next. It was Wednesday, and I knew what that meant. It meant that today was my wife’s day off work. It meant she would lay in bed sleeping naked until her body was good and ready to wake.It also meant that she would receive a visit from her lover Matt. It also meant that I go to work, and type away all day at my computer trying to not think about the fact that my wife of 14 years was probably on all fours getting filled with the hot fertile seed of some stranger.

The Field Trip [MF]

“Are you asleep?”

Your soft whisper breaks the silene of the mild October night. I wouldn’t known how to answer your question; I am awake enough to have heard it, but asleep enough to doubt whether you actually said anything, or if I am dreaming it. So I don’t answer.

You sigh. I can hear you move about a little in your sleeping bag, which is close enough to mine to touch it. This is the third night of our field trip. We have three more to go. During the day, we walk, almost from dusk to dawn. When the sun gets low on the horizon, we pitch our tent, eat and go to sleep. We’ve done this many times before.

I hear the zipper on your sleeping bag slide down – actually I can almost feel it. Another longer, gentle sigh, and your breathing gets heavier. At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m not dreaming. I don’t dare open my eyes even a little bit. The tent becomes an echo chamber for your deep breaths and the rythmic strokes of your fingers. It’s all amplified by the total silence of the night.

That 2-step tho [FF, Bi, voy, mild]

One night down in a Nashville bar, there was a very beautiful 50-something-year old blonde buxom married woman…who *insisted* on teaching me, a thirty-something-year-old married redhead, how to dance a 2-step? I’ve never ever tried. I was way more difficult to break in than she anticipated. The old and young men looked on as a tall Redhead was grabbed and groped by a tall Blonde. They watched on for the next few minutes as two women danced together for the first time. She was trying to make me relax with her body, and to give in. She grabbed me close, tits against my tits, her right hand push on my lower back and moved lower to my ass in tight jeans. Her left hand moved up my spine, onto the nape of my neck and she brushed my hair off to the side. She leaned in, cheek to cheek: “Listen to me! Listen to my voice! step! one-two-one, one-two-one, one-two-one.”

Betty’s Story: Truck Lovin’ [MF][Incest]

Here is the first of hopefully many stories of women and men fulfilling one of the most taboo kinks out there, enjoy ;)

She always had an eye for him. Even from a young age she admired his body, his smile, his laugh. But as she got older, Betty developed a different kind of attraction to him. She wanted him, wanted to experience him. If only her cousin Chase noticed her.

They say each other once a year at a family get together. Everyone would meet at his parents house for dinner and drinks then return to their hotels before setting off in the morning. You’d think at 22 she’d learn to control her excitement over seeing him, but no. This year she would try to catch his attention, fuck how wrong it was.

Betty picked out a cute blue sundress with flowers and birds patterned on it, something with a lower cut to show off the tops of her smooth, soft breasts. She curled her long Chestnut hair to give it some bounce and off she went.