So my girl is currently overseas and I was horny this morning so thought I’d let her know what I wanted to do with her, with the hope she continues the story :) enjoy and let me know what you think!
[FM] I’m sending you a present for your Birthday.
I’m going to miss your birthday next week. I haven’t missed your birthday since we’ve been together these last ten years. It almost pains me that we won’t be together. I joked last year about giving you a birthday blowjob. It was a joke because I don’t need a “special” occasion to give you a blow job. I love giving you blowjobs. How love how you taste, I love how your cock feels. It doesn’t matter if it’s sliding under my fingertips, between my lips or buried inside me. I love when you can’t take it anymore and your cock hardens and then pulsates in my mouth.
But this year, I definitely won’t be giving you a blowjob on your birthday. However, I’ve arranged for someone to take care of that aspect for me. I think you’ll like her. I think you’ll like playing with her. I think you’ll enjoy the feeling of something new…..warmly wrapped around you. How long has it been since you’ve been alone with another woman’s lips wrapped around your cock? Over ten long years. Just imagine how those new lips will feel. How those new fingers will feel. Imaging just what it will be like to not know how she’ll handle you. To not know how she’ll feel. To not know her techniques, how she’ll start.
[FMM] [Group] I (26F) had a gokkun last month!
Last month, I posted on NSFWIAMA thread a post named: [I (26F) had a gokkun last weekend. AMA!](https://www.reddit.com/r/NSFWIAMA/comments/76049c/i_26f_had_a_gokkun_last_weekend_ama/) and somebody through a private message suggested that write it as a story…
So let me start by describing myself. My name is Alice. I’m 26 years old, smaller than average height, fit, 34b, long dark hair, brown eyes. The journey that lead me to try a gokkun actually started two years ago, when I became single. It was the end of a three years relationship, and I wanted to try new things, with new peoples, but without commitments. So I got a first friend with benefits… then a second one. Both of them were fine with me seeing other guys. And it worked great for a few months. Until both of their schedules became complicated because of their respective jobs. Up to the day, where the only time during the week they could meet with me… was the same. And instead of picking one of them, I propose them to hang out the three of us. And both accepted.
Late night ride
I made my way upstairs in the dark. Fingers touching the walls that are unfamiliar but smooth. I smile to myself because I’m planning something. I go into the guest room and get comfortable while I wait for him to follow.
I lie in bed when he quietly comes to bed. The scent of rum and coke on his breath I smell as he softly kisses my bare shoulder. Can’t help but smile with my eyes closed. This will be fun. I turn onto my back, baring my breasts to him. I can see his eyes light up as he dips down to kiss me. I wait until he’s atop me, pushing his hips against me. I can feel his cock, hard and hot. It makes me wetter. I moan against his lips, and use my legs to flip him onto his back; I’ve turned the tables and I am on top. His hands slide to my hips and lightly dig into them, grinding me against him. I pant some, my panties getting wetter and wetter. “I want to ride tonight,” I purred down at him. His eyebrows rise but he grins. “Yes please.”
I rub my wet panties against his bulge, and get the strangled moan I wanted. “shhhh can’t let our hosts know…” I teased him. I lifted my hips, sliding off my panties. He hurriedly takes off his boxers, cock bouncing slightly as it’s freed from its cloth confines. Before he had time to lie back, I climbed up and slide him inside my tight, warm pussy. I had to bite my lip and clamp my hand over his mouth to quiet the groan he uttered. My hips start to rock, pushing him inside and out slowly. His hands found my breasts and he found pleasure in cupping them, fingers pinching and stroking my nipples to almost drive me to distraction. I will not be dissuaded. I reach back and find the soft flesh of his balls. I grin wickedly and start to stroke them gently as I picked up my pace. His hands moved down to my hips, gripping them and helping me move faster. He panted up at me, “Shit… shit… I’m gonna… fuck…” I tilted my head back, feeling my hot, wet pussy start to clamp around…”Haaaah, me too…so close…” He then gasped, bucking his hips up and biting back a cry as he came inside me. “ahhhh…” I covered my mouth as I too came around him. We looked at each other, panting hard and then we giggled as we settled down for the night.
Alien abduction [impregnation]
It all started when I walked by myself home from the cinema after a late showing of the Avengers. There was no one around me and no houses in the area when suddenly a bright light started shining above me. I felt a strange pull on my body and my feet were lufted off the ground. My heart was racing as I was brought closer and closer to the source of the light. It became so blinding that I only saw white for a while. I felt my body went numb and my consciosness slipped away whilst still seeing the white light.
As I came to I started looking around confused. I was in a white room with no no furniture and the walls were rounded. My arms and legs were held by some kind of robotic arms that held me in an upright position. “Hello?” I shouted to see if anybody was nearby. No one answered. But a third arm lowered itself from the ceiling. At it’s end it was something that looked like a tube and it was pulsing like it had a heartbeat. It forced itself down my throat. The throbbing was notiveable as it felt like it was stretching my throat. I couldn’t breath. It thrust deeper and quickly retreated just to thrust deeper again. It was like getting facefucked. I could feel it hit my stomach.It sped up its thrusting and with it its pulsing. It felt like a giant cock. I got wet. So wet, in fact, that you could have probably seen the giant stain on my trousers. It slowed down and when it stopped completely, while being pushed right up against my stomach, it shot some liquid into me.
[MF] Our true account of lustful impregnation
(x-post from knockmeup, but I felt really good about sharing this with this sub as well!)
Everyone always has a fantasy of cumming inside a girl, any time of the month, and impregnating her. In reality, it often takes planning, several attempts, missed fertilization windows, and a bit of luck. No woman is ever exactly in schedule, and even then, the window of conception is extremely low.
With that said, my wife and I did get lucky the very first time. This is my true story.
I had gotten home and your later than normal, a Thursday, and I was ready for the upcoming weekend. My wife and I never wanted more than two kids, and life was good. My son was seven, my youngest was four, a girl.
They were at school, due home in about 45 minutes from the bus stop. Our development is in suburban area 30 minutes north of Philadelphia. As such, we’re surrounded by heavy woods, and open to just two neighbors down the hill, out of sight generally.
When I pulled into the the driveway, I noticed her car was in the garage. Normally, she was at work as well, I normally beat her home in time to get my sons.
I entered the house and realized how quiet it was. No TV, no radio or anything. I listened for the shower running, but no, just quiet. As I walked in, I called her name and put my jacket down, keys, etc.
I walked up the stairs, hearing muffled sounds from the bedroom. I assumed she was cleaning up, doing laundry etc. I pushed the door open and was absolutely stunned.
I found my wife laying on her back, legs spread, her breasts covered in a black tank top but naked from the waist down, eyes shut and her dildo slipping in an out of her pussy. The smell hit me right away, the scent of her wetness wafting heavily through the air, the sound of her dildo slapping in and out of her wet cunt, her eyes shut so tightly, gasping a little and crying out to fill her.
She didn’t notice me, as my cock swelled hard against my pants. I wasn’t thinking baby, maybe she was, and as we had two I had no idea when she was ovulating. As I stripped my pants off, her eyes opened and saw me- a mixture of embarrassnent and excitement. She growled and popped the dildo out of her wanton pussy. She opened her mouth, eyes locked on mine, and swallowed half, savoring the flavor. I removed my belt from my pants, and continued to strip off my shirt.
Now naked, I stood above her, legs dangling off the side of the bed. Our sheets were soaked and I noticed her nipples protruding through her top. Her breasts were my favorite, and the thought of nursing her leaking nipples made me twitch below. She spread her legs wide, throwing one over my shoulder, as I wrapped my belt around neck. Gently tightening just enough for her to gasp, I plunged inside. Her hands grabbed my neck and squeezed, hard. She growled like an animal in heat, bucking wildly as I begin to pull out. Alternating stress on the belt slipknot, and ripping her tank top down freeing her breasts, I continued to slam into her. Each thrust a bit deeper, feeling her cervix spread against my cock head. My balls were engorged, and wet from her lips slapping against with each drive. Her face turned read, a slightly shade of purple as she smacked my face, hard, knocking my head to the side. She pulled me close to her, just close enough to bite my lip and said, so quietly, “I need your baby to grow in me” and I absolutely lost it.
Three more thrusts and I exploded inside of her. Two days of cum felt more like twelve. Thick, warm and sticky, spurt after spurt shot into her, coating every inch of her pussy, against her cervix, shoving into her womb. She cried out, screaming, her orgasm crashing through her again and again, pulling me deeper and deeper with her legs wrapped around my back.
We collapsed into a sweaty, sticky mess, our tongues entwined, her hands scraping down my back, fingers through my hair.
That evening followed with romantic, slow sex, in fact for a week after it was romantic. That afternoon though, so animalistic, so raw, so lustful.
Our daughter was born 41.5 weeks later.
Picnic Time
I look down at my watch, frowning. My eyes travel up and around the small wooded area that my lover toold me to meet him at. I have some idea of what he’s planning, but still… I looks down at my sandals. I can’t help but wiggle my toes, because I’m not used to wearing sandals. I look at the area I’m in: It’s a secluded part of a park. Faintly I can hear kids playing basketball, but it’s very far away. The trees make a small little wall, a clear place on the ground where two people could sit and talk, with room to spare. I shake my head and laugh. Talk, right.
A twig behind me snaps and i go to turn, but strong arms encircle my waist and hold me against a strong body. I turn my head to look back, and meet the eyes of my lover. He smiles down at me. “have you been waiting long?” I shake my head…”not very long, no…” I pull away to face him, and take in him. Seeing him always makes my heart race and my body ache. I notice the basket at his feet and raise an eyebrow. “what’s that for?” He smiles at me, and says.. “it’s a surprise…” Both eyebrows rise on my face…”okay…”
High School Reunion
The reunion party was in full swing and Alexa was having fun, actually. She hadn’t seen any of her old classmates in so long… Memories from long ago flashed by as she excused herself from the gym where the party was being held. Her fingers slid over lockers hap-hazardously, memories of her own time spent fighting stuck lockers and half-remembered combinations. A sad smile crept over her lips as long-lost jokes and hurled insults come to her mind. Everyone seems so different now, she mused. She recalled one or two of her male classmates looking her way while she caught up with one of her teachers. She ran her hands down the little black dress she wore for the event, a nervous habit that she never seemed to outgrow. She was just getting used to wearing dresses and skirts that ended mid-thigh these days, and she couldn’t stop smoothing the soft material down. She walked without a purpose, not really paying attention to her surroundings until she stopped at a door to a classroom. She vaguely noticed it was in the English corridor, and she looked up at the nameplate above the door. Alexa smiled fondly; the classroom was once her creative writing class, but now turned into a English classroom. She was so absorbed in her thoughts, that she jumped when she looked back at a unexpected guest. “Oh, Sam. Hi,” She smiled.
Dating the young Asian woman… [MF}
(Editors note: Hi Friends!! I started writing this story for a friend when I couldn’t find a role play partner I really enjoyed!! This is my first one, so I would love feedback (and maybe some edits) to help make it better..
I’ve been having this nice fantasy… maybe about an older man slowly corrupting me..
I’m a young… maybe 18 or 19 year old japanese college student.. innocent and perfect.. (for this I assumed I’m going to school in Philadelphia and home was Hawaii)
Every Saturday I go to the local coffee shop for tea and to study… and you.. a very handsome older white man (mid 30s, handsome, successful, and single) also goes there for tea and to read a paper.. after a few weeks.. we catch each other eyes… and smile at each other.. and maybe a few weeks after that.. you come over and introduce yourself..
We sat and chatted for a while.. maybe an hour.. conversation was super easy and you were really handsome and kind… After that.. our Saturday tea sessions became something we both looked forward too… hearing about each other’s week.. sharing stories..
Open Love letter to the male sex [MF]
To you,
I am your most ardent admirer. I am the woman at the bar, the check-out girl behind the counter, or the waitress who brings you a drink. I am the interested glance over a book at the bookstore, or the flirtatious smile at the coffee shop. I desire you, so fully and adamantly.
I love the touch of hands that are larger than mine and stronger than I’ll ever be. I yearn for the brush of lips against my skin: clean shaven or stubble matters not to me. I shiver at the feel of a groin against my thigh, and the gradual swell of your cock pressed against it as it throbs and makes me hunger for you. My breasts ache for you: for touch, lips, tongue and even teeth to set on them. I long for your sex: Rough as ever as you tug my hair and pound me into a soft, groaning submission; or a sweet, softer kind that drives on endearments or happy tears. I love your passion: treading a fine line between fighting or fucking. Your sex stimulates me so that I wish to shower my devotion. I want to worship your cock with lips, tongue and other parts of me capable of such devotion. This passion known no bounds, but only wishes for a vessel to sate such a thirsty creature.