Work was long, I love it but an entire day of running around in heels, typing up charts and checking on patients had worn me out. I stumbled up to the platform, holding my neat black business skirt down in case the wind from the in coming train blew it up. It was going to be another long rush hour ride pushed up against the glass with strangers. Sighing, I entered as the doors opened, allowing the rushed flow of bodies to push me into the door on the other side. I never expected to get a seat anymore these days, but today was more cramped than normal.
As the train began to move a tall man got pushed against me. My back hit the door behind me and my crisp white blouse brushed against him. I adjust my glasses, a nervous reaction to the sudden closeness. He wore heavy tactical looking cargo pants and an intense shirt which read “CHAOS” in bold across the front. Honestly a bit intimidating at a glance. He had warm brown eyes set in a handsome face and with a bearish beard. A hat with a Velcroed on sign about fucking up bad guys or something sat snug on his head which I realized was only a few inches from brushing the top of the carriage. The train jostled again tipping him forward, he instinctively threw his hand up to brace against the door behind me as the rest of the passengers pushed us closer. His large hand rested a few inches from my face, following it up, a large intricate tattoo of roses engulfed his arm and disappeared into the sleeve of his shirt which stretched across his broad chest. Built like a wall. This is the kind of guy I never get to meet considering my nerdy private school life and days stuck at the hospital.
” FUCKING trains!” his voice absolutely startled me out of my thoughts. Why was he talking? Did he catch me looking? He’s not talking to me right? I pulled my best anti social move and did a full freeze with no movement. “Sorry ma’am, look I really can’t move any further away”. That one was inevitably directed at me. “It’s …it’s fine” my voice came out embarrassingly quite with an undeniably nervous increase of pitch. I could feel my face heating up. ” Hey are you alright?”, at this point he had completely turned his attention to me and in somehow the way he looked at me made me flush. His eyes rowed over my figure, shaking slightly in my tall black work heels and business wear. I felt completely naked in front of him and it excited me. I looked up at him again, this time gathering enough daring to make eye contact. He smirked.
[Str8] [MF] Blind Guy Learning To Sculpt
She was beautiful. He didn’t need eyes to know that. The first time Theodora drove him home, his dad had said, “Holy shit she’s hot.” He heard his dad chuckle. “She waved goodbye.” “She facepalmed.” “Oh wow, she just flashed her boobs.” His dad liked to keep up a running commentary peppered with absurd exaggerations. There was a time when his father would paint exotic fantasy landscapes for his son’s overactive imagination, and Garret loved him for it. Truthfully, magical creatures still sometimes appeared in the backdrop of his mind’s eye. It didn’t matter that he was 28 and knew better.
SynePark was a daycare for blind people more or less. Part education, part therapy, they specialized in providing sensory stimulation for the vision-impaired, who often closed themselves off from their sight-biased society. There were cutting edge programs for sound design, chemical engineering, culinary arts, and a cache of materials that associates(patients) were encouraged to experiment with at every whim. Garret met Theodora when he signed up for sculpture classes. It was a medium conducive to communication, as Theodora explained, she rarely used her eyes when sculpting. “So yeah, if your piece turns out shitty, you can’t pull out your handicap card.” He could tell when someone was smiling through their words. Theodora had a way of treating him like he wasn’t impaired at all, just a different sort of human. She was a volunteer when he met her. At his request she was hired on. She spent some of her time with groups, and the rest as his…what? Assistant? Guide? Companion? He didn’t know, exactly, but he understood that he was diagnosed with exaggerated introversion tendencies, and so followed a custom curriculum. Until he met Theodora, his father was the only person in his life.
[FM] Persuaded by a hot Asian sex god during a one-night stand [cheating]
Some things happen to us that we will never forget. How can a woman dismiss the best sex she ever had? She can’t.
The story:
I have been languishing in a non-sexual relationship for some years, a ‘dead bedroom’, as it is commonly termed here. My partner had awkwardly suggested that I seek someone out for my needs periodically but…like most statements made out of anxiety, he didn’t mean it. I couldn’t add to his discomfort.
Yet mine was growing. How long does healthy woman suppress her need to be lovingly touched before she feels it will never happen?
Taking a deep breath, I posted an online profile, half hoping for attention, half afraid I would get it. A number of guys came my way but none were a good fit. Everyone who has looked online for attention understands that–so many faces but none that you want to kiss.
Then finally, the right set of lips to kiss came to me. A simple innocuous message, the tone was slightly halting. I could imagine him hesitantly writing then erasing then recomposing, before he hit ‘send’. I admit, I was intrigued, as his message was different than the others I’d received, quite respectful. And the kicker? He was Asian. Surprise, surprise.
Buying a submissive toy for the night. [Threesome][Submissive][Blowjobs][Creampie][Bondage]
I was invited to a private auction. It was ladies night, our opportunity to preview the merchandise and decide if we wanted to partake. It was my first time being invited to this event, and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.
This auction is where men, who would fulfill my sexual desires, could be purchased. I’d received my paddle with which to make my bids, yet was still unprepared for the sight before me when the doors opened. The auctioneer was on stage. As were six other men. They had two inch thick collars around their necks. Their arms were behind their backs, bound. Slings around their cocks. Their heads were down aimed at their feet. One catches my attention though. You’re wearing glasses, and have brown/blonde hair. I see your eyes peek up, as you hear me bidding on you. My bid is accepted and you disappear to the back. I can feel my pussy quivering at the thought already of what I have in store for you.
[mf] something random
It is Saturday around noon he wakes up to the sound of the door closing and his roommate walking to her room. Shaking his head he gets up and looks out the window and sighs. “Raining on my day off”. Stretching his arms watching the sun run over them brings a little smile to his face thanking himself as for going to the gym. He wanders out into the kitchen, only wearing his favorite pare of boxers which are green and have dragonflies on them. Reaching down he moves his dick around cursing his morning erection. Picking up the cereal box he hears the sound of high heels and raises one eyebrow, thinking (she does not have work today) as he turns around the shoes stop and standing on the other side of the counter just far enough so that he could get a full view of her the boxes drops out of his hand as his jaw hits the ground. She stood there with her hand places on her hips fingers splayed out along them. His eyes did not know where to start, they settled on bottom to top her shoes were red peep toe high heels his eye rose slowly up her legs the smooth skin taught and still a little pale and spread apart working his way higher, her freshly shaved pussy standing out in his mind’s eye trying not to stare. His eye move up a little more taking in the flat stomach with the prefect out line of muscle, she turns a little to the side the sun runs over her body stopping half way he could almost hear the sun howl in frustration at not getting to touch the rest of her. His eyes rise slowly higher, taking in the upper part of her belly and all of her breasts, he licks his lips, her breast were prefect they were a large A small B, they were as round as if they had been made by a great artist and if there was a god he was thanking him for her. Her hard nipples sat atop quarter sized areolas the tiniest bumps could be seen on them due to the chill that always seemed to be here in the fall. As he drags his eyes away from something that he had almost given up on seeing in real life, his eyes run the outline of her collar bone and shoulders her hair as long as he had ever seen it falls about her shoulders and glinting in the sun like a treasure all on its own. His eye rises still higher as they take in her neck tilted just to the side as she waits for him to finish taking in the sight of her. He pulls himself together as his eyes rises to meet her past her red lips which he knew she has pursed them just that way to make him want no need to kiss them, long with the bemused smile that she wore on them. Her eye where set perfectly so that the light from the afternoon sun made them shine, he could see the playful dance that they were doing the look that they held left no question in his mind that he was not going to get anything more the just to look at what he want but could not have. A crooked smile worked its way on to his face his eyes not having left hers those eyes that could just draw him in and make his heart beat faster even when he told it not to. Those eyes that seemed to hold some secret that he just had to know but feared he would never find out. In a low whisper with a voice that sounds smooth as silk she said “was it everything you expected it to be”? He chuckles the crooked smile growing “sam if I lost my sight right now and never saw another thing I would die a happy man”.
She giggles “you know you might want to clean that up” she points to the box of cereal. “Now I know not to come out here wearing nothing when you are holding the milk”. As he bends over to clean up the cereal he stops struck again at how beautiful she looks as she walks away her ass bouncing with each step. He shakes his head again and goes about his day. Night rolls around and he strolls out of his room dressed to kill black tux and freshly buffed shoes that shine in the low light. a blue rose pinned to his jacket picked out to match the dress that she was wearing
I swear… the dog stole your thong [MF]
My old roommate and I were texting the other day and he reminded me of a funny story from my college days. A great story about a woman I loved, our first time together, and a lost article of clothing. It’s long but good. I swear.
It was the summer of my senior year, I was freshly graduated and ready to conquer the world. A family friend was going out of town and offered to pay me $400 to house sit for them. They had a neurotic dog so someone needed to physically stay at the house. They had an awesome house with a large pool and jacuzzi, so I figured I could make the best of my time there. I had been talking to a girl from work for a few weeks but we hadn’t slept together yet. I figured this would be an opportunity to get some alone time, just her and I. No roommates. No bars/clubs. No bullshit.
Road trip sluts [FFM]
I went on a roadtrip to Colorado with my best friend Jen. On the way back home, we were driving through Kansas (so boring) and passed a guy in a Jeep. I told Jen, who was driving, that the guy in the Jeep was hot and she said “Oh yeah?” We had been talking about sex and teasing a guy back home, so she smiled and braked a little and let him catch up on the side. We were both in a horny, silly mood, I guess. She told me to wave at him and I did. He noticed us and smiled, waving back. Then we noticed that his girlfriend was sleeping in the passenger seat. He pointed to her and then put an index finger to his lips, teasing us, telling us we could share our secret flirting if we were quiet. That made Jen crazy and she said “Let’s show him our tits.”
She pulled up her shirt and started to lift mine. I laughed and took off my shirt, revealing a black bra. I’m a fit, petite blonde and Jen is a curvy redhead. She had on a green bra for her D cup boobs.
The sexyist story ever told
It was a warm day, the blossoms were in Blume, Tina just got back from her jog. Tina walked inside, greeted her dog seductively, and walked into her room.
Hi Tina, my loving wife! Her husband said sexually while laying in bed. Hey honey, just got back from my jog, I’m pooped! Just as she said that that he unzipped his pants “well, I will just have to give you a good fucking” he said, in a sexy way.
Tina unleashed her boobs from her bra, her husband mike loved her trampoline titties. She took of the rest of her clothes and jumped onto bed with her husband
FUCK ME she yelled sexily, wanting, sexual relations.
Mike obliged, fucking her. They had sex for about five minutes, it was hot.
Mike left for work and Tina went to wash the dishes
The end.
[F]ucking love trying out something new for the first time [FM]
Edit to add Descriptions:
Me – 5’9″, long brown hair, 32DD, curvy hourglass figure, freckles on my back and shoulders, pale creamy white skin, large areolas. (I have lovely pictures of my body already submitted to reddit)
Husband – 6’1′, slight belly but fucking hard ass, tight calves and shoulders, almost 8″ cock and so nice and thick. (I can’t quite deep throat him yet)
Dan – Lovely Australian accent. :)
Been talking to someone for a little bit via Skype. Mostly chat, although he walked me through cumming twice while we chatted via audio as well one night. But this particular chat went like this:
Dan – Listening to you sucking your husbands cock as I talk to you
Me – Interesting Concept. I wonder if he’d go for that. Skype call. Me on his cock. Someone talking in the background. Listening to us. As I suck on him.
Dan – I’d love to hear you sucking on his cock as you listened to me stroking, making two men cum at once. Now I’m getting hard.
Me – Yeah, while you listened. hmmm..
Dan – It would be fun actually, all of us talking.
She swallowed my 3-week load. [MF][Blowjob]
Descriptions:
Laura: 35. 5’6″ redhead. Pale freckled skin, covered in tattoos. Massive tits. Shaved. Great ass. Has never said no to any of my depraved requests.
Adam: 35. 5’11”. Dad bod lite (lost about 30 pounds this year so far). Also covered in tattoos. About 6 inches hard and past partners have told me that I’m one of the thicker cocks they’ve seen.
Work obligations and a couple of ill-timed family emergencies left my wife Laura out of town for the better part of August. Combined with my own workload and a nasty upswing in my depression, my dick went untouched for almost the entire month.
To complicate matters of the cock, the day she was set to return home was the day that we were to begin moving into our new house, so the prospect of a marathon fuck session was out.
By the time we’d packed her luggage into the car, my cock was obviously straining against my gym shorts. Before we’d pulled away from the terminal, my free hand was down the front of my wife’s yoga pants, furiously circling her clit with my fingers.