A late-night swim [MF] [oral]

It’s late, very late, and the pool is deserted. In fact, it’s locked, but she hid in the equipment shed, and got locked in. Once the manager left, she popped out and cracked the door for me.

By the time I got there, she was floating. She had found an inner tube in a U-shape, open on one end with a little bit of tubing making a seat in the middle, and was out in the center of the pool. I swam out to her, ducking under as I saw her spin around to face me, so that I could pop up right next to her. Lifting myself by holding the handles, I pulled up and over her, smiling as she laughed at my unexpected arrival. Kissing her, water dripping onto her swimsuit and taut body, and she splashed me playfully. I drop onto the seat next to her, putting my arm over her shoulders and just floating with her, relaxing in the moonlight.

[fF] Wild Roses pt. 4: Wisdom of the Forest [fdom]

Summer nervously twirled a lock of golden hair around a finger as she walked quietly down the forest path. She had been here before, she knew, but that was a long time ago and a long time forgotten. In the early spring air, her white linen dress was a little cool, but she loved the way it shaped her bosom, and against the stark blue of the winter roses in her hair it looked gorgeous. All she could hope was that the forest witch would find it as striking as she felt wearing it. As the small hut came into view at the bottom of the path, nestled under an outcropping where the river tumbled down a fall into a clear pond, she rubbed the ring on her finger for luck, and straightening her back she resolved to set one foot in front of the other.

At the door, she gave a knock, and waited.

When no reply came, she knocked again, louder this time, but again was met with silence.

With a sigh, she deflated, and with relief and regret half and half she turned, to make her way back home.

Best commute EVER! [F] [public] [mast] [train]

Ladies, have you ever had one of those mornings? When every movement of the train on the tracks seems to resonate through your seat? When every vibration travels all the way up your spine, hitting all the right spots along the way? If you haven’t, I hope someday you get to experience it the way I did. Today was that day for me!

Maybe it was the way my thong moved when I shifted in my seat. Maybe it was because I feel so sexy in these soft black leggings. Maybe it had something to do with the gentleman seated directly across from me. Not one of the regulars on my train, not the standard khakis and golf shirts that I see every day. He was an older man (I’d guess late 40s), just a few specks of gray starting to appear in his short brown hair. Very distinguished looking, in a perfectly tailored blue suit. His name is David, according to the ID badge clipped to his belt. But when he answered his phone it was “Dave,” and he had a voice that would melt butter.

[MF] [Str8] “Can I stay here tonight?”

A few months ago Emily had the idea of watching a movie at her place and invited me over to watch it together. I gladly agreed since I’ve had a small crush on her since the day we met. Emily is the type of girl who is friends with anyone and sees the inner worth of every person she meets. An absolutely lovely girl.

The evening that we arranged to meet I cycled to her place. It was a cold October night but I knew that I would be greeted warmly by her at my arrival. I parked my bike near the entrance of her flat and prepared for the six flights of stairs I had to climb to get to her front door. Slightly exhausted after the bike ride and the indoor hillwalk I knocked on her door to be, as expected, warmly greeted my Emily. Occasionally she’d wear a sundress and tonight was one of those nights.

Even in normal jeans and a shirt she would’ve looked great and she looked nothing but spectacular in her yellow sundress. She’s a busty girl that would always fill any top she was wearing. Her breasts created a teasing cleavage and with her perfect legs she created an image that was difficult for me to ignore.

Summer Morning [MF]

I wake up and see the early summer sun peeking through the blinds, and I roll over and go back to sleep. The last thing I remember as I start to drift back off is you snuggling closer to me, pushing against me as we both fall back asleep.

The next thing I feel is your lips working your way up from my collarbone, slowly kissing me as you climb on top of me, your teasing kisses moving up along my neck. My hands slide to your legs, gripping your thighs before moving to your perfect ass. As I grab it, you let out a soft gasp and pause from your kisses before you pick up again, working from the spot just below my ear, where even the slightest breath gives me chills, gently kissing my ear, biting it just slightly before moving along my jaw towards my mouth. Just before you reach my lips, you pause, and we stare in to each other’s eyes as you give me that soft playful smile before giving in to what we both want and I feel your sweet lips press against mine, letting loose a warm glow that spreads down in to my chest, then further down as my heart begins to beat faster. The kissing starts slow, gently moving our heads as it speeds up.

Love in the air [MF] [Fdom]

I spent Christmas 2016 in England, just chilling with family members that I have there. I decided to fly back home on New Years day – fucking terrible idea. The flight was filled to the brim. I had large men seated next to me on both directions, it was hell to stay in my seat.

I’m prone to air sickness, so I stood at the back of the airplane – where the bathrooms and staircase to the upper deck are located. (This was a massive A3-80) I was standing there just waiting for the hours to tick by, when a stewardess came over to ask me if I was okay. I just told her that I was feeling nauseous and I needed to stand around to eliminate the feeling.

She wasn’t stunning, but she would qualify as someone you would call attractive. She was asian, with brown shoulder length hair that was curled at the ends. She was short, about 5’2 and her tight uniform made her look really busty. Like, in both her chest and booty area. She looked to be in her mid-20s, just a little older than me.

It’s been a while (Part 2) [MF] [Oral] [Sex]

Her eyes now had that familiar fire. As he laid her down on the bed, she bit her lip, and his almost evil grin took them both back to the many nights that had come before. He stood back, undoing his belt allowing his jeans to fall to the floor. She could see the outline of his thick cock through his boxer briefs, and her body was tingling with anticipation.

He slid slowly into the bed and his lips met hers. It was the kind of kiss that was both familiar and unknown all wrapped together. Their lips knew each other, but their was a passion and a desperation that left both of them unsure what would happen next. Her hands pressed against his chest slid down one playing with the band of his boxer briefs, the other gently running the edge of his bulging member. His deep growl when she began to tease him turned her on in ways others had only hope to achieve. His mouth swiftly dropped and she felt him begin to suck on her firm breasts. His one hand playing with the one his mouth was neglecting. Her sharp inhale letting him know that she still loved his firm sucking, his tongue teasing her nipple, and his pinching of the other just like she always had.

Seeing Sally Again (Or “She does do [M]ore than my Ex-G[f]”), [Blonde], [18], [Petite], [Short Girl], [BJ], [Facial], [Creampie], [Mf], [Long Story], [Surprises]

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and so far no part of it is real (though man oh man do I wish it was) unlike in the previous story (I’m not allowed to link here, so I will link in the comments). Also, this got WAY longer than I meant. I am sorry in advance. I hope that everyone does enjoy it none the less. Thank you for taking the time to read my latest tale.

Note: *Text in italics, will be a thought.* This is a change from using ~To denote a thought.~ “*Text in “Quotes” will be a text.*”

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My phone goes off for the 100th time that evening. Sally and I have been texting ever since Christmas, planning, sexting, flirting, getting to know each other again, with a different relationship that before. Tomorrow, January 2nd is the day I am moving back to town.

After that adventure on Christmas, I expedited the process of moving back. My job was transferred to my home town so I have it ready when I get there, and as of Friday the 30th of last month, the everything that wouldn’t fit in my truck was sent to my new house. Everything that will fit in my truck is in boxes by the door.

I call her “Mommy.” [mF] [Fdom, msub] [Oral]

Some weeks had passed since Natalie took my virginity, and I gotta say, she has kept me on the ropes. I spent almost every weekend at my Dad’s. He was flattered, but I doubt he would be as happy if he knew I was actually there to fuck his wife. I actually did feel bad about the whole thing, but I barely had time to think with Natalie, or Mommy as she insisted I call her, draining my nuts.

This particular weekend Natalie was out and my father was called into work for something I didn’t care enough about to listen. I was on my bed texting my closest friend, Max, about a band she was very much into. Max was hot, no doubt about it, and had a great sense of humor and listened to me no matter what I had to say. Of course, there was no way she’d ever look at me like that, so I stuck with my inhumanly curvy stepmother.