By Monday our relationship had come to an end which hurt me to the core when he said, “We can never be.” In my mind, I thought this was something temporary and that Josh would realize that I was made just for him. As he left my office, I seen him go to Maria’s desk and ask her out to lunch. My body became numb as he left with her out of the building. I thought about him a lot that day but by Tuesday, I fucked James in the mail room, his thick white cock became the answer to my pain as we tore up the place fucking everywhere. The pain from Josh faded some but at night I would toss and turn thinking about his body hovering on top of mine. By Wednesday, I was in a state of mourning and decided to have a scoop of chocolate ice cream. Although the heat brought intense flames so did Rick, tall with muscles all over his body. He gradually took me by the hand and led me to the back where he dripped vanilla ice cream on my pussy, licking me into ecstasy. By Thursday night I cried for Josh in my sleep, dreaming of him sucking my nipples like a soldier on a mission. Then suddenly a knock came to my door and it was Brad who lived next door. My lips quivered by the sight of him and his long dark hair which blew slightly in his face. “Livia, your mail came to my box accidentally again.” as he handed me the stack of mail. I looked over his beautiful sexy frame, thanked him then closed the door. Thursday was gone and by Friday Josh had escaped my mind completely. At home later that night, I laid on the couch looking through Tinder profiles playing smash or pass. When suddenly a knock came to my door, it was Josh standing in front of me with no shirt just some grey sweats as his shoulder length hair fell to one side. The intensity in his eyes captured me instantly as he pushed me to the wall, swallowing my hands inside his. “You are in my mind Livia, I don’t know how but I don’t want to be without you, ” he said as he kissed into my lips while rubbing my fat wet pussy. We stayed there for a moment sharing our bodies when he said, ” I heard you like vanilla ice cream.” – lfconfessions
Category: sexystories
[MF] Magnificent…
It feels like it’s been building up forever, this need for you that I feel. Every part of my body tingles when I think of you, ever bit of me yearning. You charge me up, leaving me buzzing with desire, with every word and every touch we share. Do you want me as much as I want you? It’s hard to believe that’s possible; this desire is so strong, so impossible, that the idea of two people feeling it seems unfathomable. And yet…that look in your eye. That note in your voice. It’s true. You want me just as much as I want you.
The beginning is a blur; I don’t remember how we lost our clothes or when. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I have you, then and there, completely naked, skin to skin. I have wanted this for so, so long – ha, yes, even though the last was but a day or so away. Still, it feels like years. Minutes, hours, days, all of them too long to not have you. And damn, I am going to enjoy it. My hands glide over your body like they were made for it, my heat sinking into your skin with every caress. Your curves are amazing, soft, perfect, and my explorations become firmer, more desperate. My manhood doesn’t harden – it doesn’t need to. It has been a fucking rock from the moment I laid eyes on you. You still giggle as it throbs against you, as I pull you in to a tight, deep embrace.
The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]
**The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]**
Regina spent every night before bed on FacePlace. She wasn’t the only one at college, of course, but with her it was part of her nightly routine: finish her reading, brush her teeth, get undressed, put on pajamas (or a nightgown if it was warm), and sit down in front of her laptop with a cup of tea to read what was going on in everyone’s lives. Her roommate had a more hands-on approach to the world, out almost every night, drinking, partying, half the time not even sleeping in her own bed. It wasn’t that Regina was a goody-two-shoes, she just liked to keep her private life private, and quiet evenings on the computer helped with that.
She read up on her old high school friends, made a few off hand comments to pictures and updates, and browsed through what others had shared. She saw one of those surveys, they kind that tell you what kind of Potter character you are, or Star Trek, or whatever was in the theaters that week. Most of them were probably invented by marketers, but fun, regardless. “What kind of FacePlace user are you?” One of her high school friends commented: ‘Guess I’m a Creeper…lurking, never sharing. How about you?’ She’d shared it with a lot of people.
Paean of Beauty and Joy [sandwich][MF?]
The car door says “whumpf” and the engine says ahahahaha gruuuuuummmmmmmmrumrumm to the tyres who respond with an excited gravelly crunch as they pull away. We’re alone. I take a moment to reflect on that. I breathe slowly in through my nose and out through my mouth. I promised myself that the last time was the last time. I promised myself that I would be strong. I can choose to make better choices. I stand quietly in the bedroom watching the car pull away, and desire courses through my veins making me reel. I lean against the doorframe and rest my head on the wall. I mustn’t. It’s wrong.
Slowly I walk down the stairs, pretending to myself that I have a choice in this still, that I’m not going where I am going. My feet carry me of their own accord, directed by some secret, shameful part of me. We stop, my feet and I, outside the kitchen. You’re in there, waiting for me. I know you’re in there. I run my finger along the doorhandle pensively. I could go and do something else. I could go and do some housework, for example. I don’t have to make this choice. I could choose to be better.
Having a wife isn’t so bad [FM] [facefucking]
I don’t know why every guy i meet complains about having a wife. Having a wife is amazing.
For starters, i mean eventually they quit arguing with you or doing that one thing you don’t like. Could take months, years, but eventually they get worn out on it, right? I think every woman works that way. To tell you the truth though, i’ve only ever been with Molly.
She’s a staunch feminist, we met in college and hit it off. We liked to talk and just kept talking (and fucking) right through college and into marriage.
When we first started having sex, i remember that she started out just like you’d expect: don’t cum in my mouth. Don’t play with my asshole. I’m not shaving. Don’t give me a hickey. Don’t pinch my nipples – don’t do this, that, anything but put a condom on. I never dared to suggest taking that off, even though she was on birth control.
Jane is lovely, i thought to myself, but she is uptight when it comes to sex. I didn’t let that stop me from loving her though, and well, here we are 10 years later.
Playful pleasure [FM]
”I’m home.” Brigit announced as she stepped into the apartment and put down the grocery bags. “You would not believe how windy it is out there.” She said as she undid her scarf and hung it up next to the door.
“I hope you didn’t get blown completely off track.” The reply came back.
“Somehow I managed.” Brigit laughed as she hung up her jacket as well. “How are things going here?”
“Slowly, but I’m making progress.”
“Well it’s going the right way then.” Brigit smiled as she kicked off her shoes and undid her pants. She hung the pants up next to the scarf and slipped her panties off as well, hanging them up with the pants too. “Are you hungry?” She asked as she plucked down the short skirt and slipped it on, feeling the warm pleasant air warm her body up slowly.
“Not exactly starving.” He replied as she grabbed the bags again and carried them into the kitchen.
“A bit of a snack before I start on dinner then?”
“That sounds good.”
“Alright I’ll be right there.” She smiled as she unloaded the groceries.
A lazy morning in the wastelands [FF][Apocalyptic]
„Hey, wake up!“
Opening one eye Amy saw it was Helen crouching down at her side and shaking her shoulder. Amy’s first instinct was to jump up, grab her rifle and fight what ever might have interrupted the peace, but then she noticed there was no urgency in the air and sank back.
„Why? Why can’t you just let me sleep?“
„Nonsense, you’ve slept long enough, sun’s already up my dear.“
„Yeah no kidding, did you somehow forget I go scavenging at night?“
„Well that’s your problem, not mine. But it would be a pity if you slept through the day while the others fill their stomachs with the stuff you brought.“
„Don’t care, that’s what I bring it back for after all. Just let me sleep.“
With that Amy rolled over on her stomach, hoping against better knowledge that she could fall asleep again but even the attempt was cut short by Helen who swung her leg over Amy and started to dig her fingers into her neck and shoulders.
„Aw, don’t be like that. Come on, just relax and I’ll wake you up in no time.“
An Ordinary Slut [str8][voy]
The first thing I need you to know is this: I am a dirty bitch. Not a whore, thank you very much. Whores charge. I do these things because I like them. You can keep your female empowerment, and your sex positivity. I _like_ being dirty. I feel sorry for you young girls with your slut walks, and your tumblr blogs, and your reclamation of the word “cunt”. You’ve made sex safe and wholesome, scrubbed it free of stigma. You’ve Disneyfied fucking. I’d rather be nasty.
The second thing you should know is this: you know somebody just like me. You mightn’t think so, but you do. You overlook us, is all. I could take your hand and show you: lead you through the underpasses and back alleyways, past the motels and municipal recs, into the car parks and quiet lay-bys where we thrive and swarm. There you would find us at play, unburdened and free as we writhe and squirm and shudder together. You would be shocked at how many of us you recognise.
Skipping school [MM]
**[WP]You decide to skip school, as you come home you see your dad’s boss car parked nearby and hear moans coming from the house….**
I admit I was curious but I couldn’t exactly walk in, they would know I was skipping school. I took the bike around the back and hid it in my usual spot behind the bush. I could just barely spot some movement through one of the windows but I took my shot and darted for the treehouse, darting up to safety fast as a squirrel. My heart was pounding from the excitement as I took cover and listened carefully to hear if I’d been discovered. No angry yelling or concerned: “Michael, what are you doing home from school?” I was in the clear. With a grin I took my bag off and searched around my secret stashes for snacks, score, a pack of biscuits not even a week old yet!
The Girl with the Blue Beanie (Part 2.) [Str8] [MF] [Public] [Fiction]
She suddenly looked up from her book, her large brown eyes locking onto his, her smirk transforming to a coy smile. He stood, frozen, in the middle of the aisle. She didn’t move either, but just kept staring at him, her eyes rooting him to the ground, and her grin causing his chest to fill with nervous excitement. Slowly, she bit her bottom lip, still smiling, and Zack decided he had underestimated this girl.
But that was okay, because Zack was perfectly fine with playing games with her all evening. He took another step, and a tiny giggle of excitement shot from the girls mouth before she managed to suppress it, pressing her lips together again. However, he didn’t walk straight up to her this time, but paused a couple of feet in front of her, and pulled out a book of his own, still maintaining eye contact with her. He decided to stand there with his book for as long as she did.
The girl with the blue beanie looked down from his face and watched him open his book. Zack glanced down at the book, and then looked up at her as her brown eyes flitted up to his again. Her smile had lessened somewhat. “Good,” thought Zack, and he grinned at her sarcastically before turning away and looking down at the open pages.