It’s Saturday night…the eve before Easter Sunday. Usually on Saturday nights like this, you try and get a good night’s rest before putting on your best church behavior in the morning, hiding your inner wild child, silencing the slut that wants to come out so badly. But tonight, you’re craving for something different. You’re aching for a little action, so you, being rather unconventional, decide to hit up the nightclub that you go to every once in a blue moon. Outside, you look like everyone’s pipe dream: sleek, groomed, well-put together in your flashiest, stylish outfit…but underneath, you’re hiding a little secret that no one else can see. And that secret is…a fluffy rabbit tail buttplug. You’ve had it in your drawer ever since last year when you got it. Even then, you haven’t worn it before, but tonight’s different. You came to the club with a visceral desire, a need that’s hard to describe…until you see him.
Category: sexystories
The VIP Treatment [FMF] [Oral] [Prost] [bd] [Msub]
“Happy Birthday, Christopher Henry Harpsworth,” said a deep, seductive voice. “Your VIP treatment is about to begin.”
Hearing those sensual words, the young man who’d been tasked with carrying on an old legacy prepared himself for a hefty dose of forbidden indulgence. It had taken a lot of planning, effort, and cunning to set everything up, complete with a web of elaborate lies that ensured some badly-needed freedom from his family responsibilities. Upon seeing the fruits of his labor, though, Christopher could safely say the toil was worth it.
“I want…no, I need this. I need it so fucking bad,” he said in an almost-desperate tone.
“Don’t worry,” said the source of the seductive voice. “For what you paid us, you’re sure as hell going to get it!”
Her words, as well as the context in which she said them, felt like they had been ripped straight out of a fantasy…one that just happened to be as expensive as it was elaborate. For what Christopher needed, it couldn’t have been anything less.
Leanna an ex-cellent [Str8] experience NSFW long
This is a work of fiction that may become true. I am a 40 something married black man of mixed heritage. Throughout my life I have known and loved many a wonderful woman. One in particular, the first one was Leanna. She and I were high school sweethearts.
She was the woman who skipped church one night and took my virginity while listening to Anita Baker. Just listening to her music to this day takes me back to that amazing night. But that story is for another time. Our relationship did not last. We drifted in and out of each other’s lives.
We continued to explore one another and I continued to have many firsts with her. Until one day she moved away never to be seen or experienced again.
Life marches on.
We both built lives, got married, had children, you know the things you do. One day out of the blue I get a message on FB. I did not recognize the last name, but the face. I remembered that face. Instantly the song Sweet Love played in my head.
Breeding the Already Bred [MF] [Cheating]
Over the last couple of years, a woman in my office and I have made, what I’ll call, “a special connection”. Anyone observing us for more than a couple of minutes could tell we had a crush on one another. We’d see each other in the hallway or at a company event and give each other a hard time and/or innocently flirt. That’s pretty much as far as it went, we’re both married, her pretty recently, and I don’t like shitting were eat, not to mention, technically I was her superior, she didn’t work for me but I’m in Senior Management and she’s not.
A few weeks before us hooking up, spoiler alert, we ran into one another in the hall, she had a glow and I knew something was up. After our customary back and forth banter she told me she was pregnant, I wasn’t all that surprised, she’s in her early thirties, married for couple of years, you didn’t have the be clairvoyant to see that coming. I remember being a little disappointed, feeling like I lost my opportunity, although realistically it was never gonna happen anyway, at least I thought. But now I oddly found myself even more attracted to her, there was just something about her being pregnant, it wad hard to put my finger on but, I wanted her more than ever.
I can’t cope in swimming pools ??♂️?
Story Post ~ Series 1: Ep1
Well I’ve had my fair share of awkward experiences at swimming pools, but I’m gonna tell you about one of the weirdest ones.
I was on holiday on a small island down south of where I live. A very nice location where my family stayed in cabins, and there was plenty to do: Bar, Tennis, Boat Rides, Canoeing, Spa, and finally Swimming Pool. Now I find swimming quite relaxing but let me tell you – there were other girls my age in a group that were also staying in the cabins, and when they are all in the pool with their tits bouncing around as they have fun – good ole Mr Cock does not stay flaccid.
I [M] was a birthday gift for another man’s wife.
> Hello Reddit,
> I know it’s been a very long time since I’ve posted anything and I’m terribly sorry about that. Between work and my family, I just haven’t had the time or energy, which is why I’ve been spending my Reddit time with simpler things like chatting or RPs. With that said, I did feel like sharing a true story from my past so here goes…
I’ll start with a brief bit of background. When Craigslist was still a thing (I hear in some ways it still is), I met a couple on there that was looking for another male to play with. There’s a lot more to that story, which is best left for another time, but the important part is that I was a better lover and he knew it. About a month after I’d stopped seeing them, for reasons, I get a text from the husband out of the blue asking me if I’d fuck his wife for her birthday. Obviously there wouldn’t be a story if I’d said no…
[f] My third little confession. Baring myself more for you.
I’ve been struggling with myself trying to figure out how I want to behave with you. Part of me is devouring how intimate this has felt for me. I want to explore that more, to see how personal I can make this feel even with this still being a completely public post.
..another more shameful side of me is kinkier than I want to admit and loves the idea of pushing the boundaries of control and consent with you. I dipped my toes in those waters more last time and it was a bit exhilarating but I understand it might not be something you like.
So maybe right now I can satisfy both sides with you. And I know I say this every time, but I love reminding myself that I really am talking only to you right now in this moment. I still don’t get to choose who you are. No matter what I end up saying on here or how in control I can come off as, you’re always the one in full control. Any one of us who posts here has to live with that fact. I like embracing it.
Cottage Country Summers – Part 1 Summer of Discovery (1996) – Chapter 2 [m][m][f][f][stripping][naked][no contact]
The last of the dead leaves crunched as Sara and Ashley left the empty field and stepped into the woods. It was summer at last and the two girls were glad their vacation had finally started. They lived near each other, but home was hours away. Both of their families had been coming to the small beach town for the summer for as long as the girls could remember. They had packed up almost a week ahead of time anxiously awaiting a summer at the beach and with their local friends, Nick and Will. They hadn’t seen the boys since last summer and while Ashley was only a little taller, Sara had changed considerably.
Sara was fairly tall, nearly six feet at this point and she almost towered over her friend. She her cottage in a pair of ratty old slacks with a few holes in the legs and a baggy T-shirt. Her long red hair hung down her back in a quick and easy pony tail, just enough to keep it out of the way. She had very fair skin and the summer weather had already caused a dusting of freckles over her nose to reappear. Her blue eyes gleamed in the bright sunlight as she walked out of the house. She waited for Ashley outside of the neighbouring cottage.
I went to the office without underwear.
My body seems to react strangle when I go a day without cumming. My mind tightens and goes liquid, rippling with every deep breath. I feel hot and flushed, as if a thunderstorm were brewing in my rib cage. Humid and heavy. Steam emanates off my soul. Energy sizzles and crackles through my muscles and bones.
Every other thought is dangerously laced with desire. My heart thuds against my chest at the slightest inclination of arousal. My mind spins.
When I woke up this morning, horny beyond measure, I made the conscious decision to not wear underwear today. A cotton shirt, a purple sweater, and dark leggings that hugged my form. It was supposed to rain today (outside, not just in my head), and if my shirt got wet, it would be see-through.
On the train ride, I eyed every person I found attractive. Guy or girl, I looked into their faces and pictured wrapping myself around their bodies like ivy on trees. Or like a kitten pouncing on someone they want to lick and nuzzle. Sitting on the cold seats, only a thin cloth between my butt and the surface, I wondered if I would visibly start steaming. I wanted to sit on someone’s lap and feel their warmth.
The Babysitter/Dungeon Master 5: Amy Makes a Wisdom Check [Fmmm][Ageplay][Dungeons and Dragons]
Hey guys! Here with Chapter 5! Hope you are all still enjoying it. I’m gonna start putting less specifics in the brackets in the title, as to avoid spoilers. Let me know what you think in the comments, or feel free to send me a PM if you want. Until next time!
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# The Babysitter/Dungeon Master 5: Amy Makes a Wisdom Check
My eyes opened like heavy steel shutters, and the dim lighting of my bedroom seemed blinding at first. The back of my head felt like it held the weight of a bowling ball in it and ached terribly. My legs and arms were sore, terribly sore. It felt as if I had just completed a decathlon in the past twenty minutes with a body that was not prepared. I was terribly thirsty, craving water. I grunted as I laid there for a moment, my hands coming up and rubbing my eyes. I felt terrible, and it was quite clear I drank too much last night.