[XP] My Parent’s Basement [ff] [bdsm] [huml]

“Be a good girl while we’re gone, honey.” mom said, as she hoisted her final piece of luggage into the trunk.

“No promises.” I said with a grin, and she offered a warm smile in return, the skin around her eyes framed with gray wrinkling.

“At least try not to burn the house down.” dad added gruffly as he slammed the trunk shut and settled into the car.

“Yes sir.” I offered, and he flashed me a friendly smile in the rear view mirror as mom clambered into the car.

Even now, well into their late fifties, mom and dad were going strong, and this year, as always, they were off on their yearly honeymoon and anniversary celebration, coming as it did three months after the madhouse cluster of birthdays me and my thirteen sisters shared. In years past, they had sent me off to my sister’s place for the week, to stay with her and her two kids my own age, but this year they had decided to turn the house over to my care while they were gone.

As the car pulled out, mom gave a friendly wave, and soon my phone buzzed in my pocket. Read more »

That time I bagged a MILFs groceries..[MF]

I first met this lovely Mom while bagging groceries at Safeway. I lived in a small town and had been single for awhile, so after she finished checking out I offered to help carry out her stuff (we’re supposed to ask everyone..) but I tried to be as eager as I could. She said yes.

She was blonde, blue eyes, and about my height if not taller. 5’10” Skinny frame, nice firm ass, I’d say B cup breasts. Lovely smile. She reminded me of Leslie Mann. She was in her 30s.

We talked about Fresno and other places nearby, very small talk. She smiled the whole time and I thought somehow she might be interested.

I bit the bullet and wrote a missed connection on Craigslist. I figured the odds were impossible but did it anyway. I should’ve just asked her but I couldn’t get a read on her. A day or two later I get an email with colored text. She said it was her and I almost couldn’t believe it. I figured this had to be spam. Read more »

Mutual handjobs with my new crossdresser friend [M29, T19] [MT]

Well, it’s been a while since I shared a story. Unfortunately since the summer I’ve had a lack of interesting stories, particularly about crossdresser encounters. But this experience was so hot it would be a shame to keep it to myself.

Way back in August I noticed a new profile had come up on a well known scene website. The profile gave very little away, but what I could see was one photo of a crossdresser wearing only black panties and black stockings bent over from behind. The photo was black and white and deliberately didn’t give much away. The girl called herself Poppy and was aged 19. As I said, this profile was pretty much bare. Usually I don’t bother with profiles like this, as from experience they are usually the flakiest people, but this girl was so smooth and slim that I had to introduce myself. Read more »

Watching my Wife Used by our Married Friends [FFM][Voyeur]

I wrote this soon after it had happened and posted it on another site. A lot has happened since then but I thought it would be a good post for here. Really captures how I felt at the time.

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I’m up already. Six-thirty on a Sunday morning and I’m stark awake. The memory of their three bodies tangled into one is a movie that keeps playing over and over in my head.

Tossing and Turing all night, my cock hard as granite. Thirty-six hours now since I watched what Sarah let them do to her on Friday night. I’m writing it down because I have to. If I don’t I’ll go mad. I have to “share” with someone. Anyone. That is why I’m posting here.

Emma and Adam, friends from University days. Fifteen years at least now. Sarah and I meet up with them two or three times a year, either their place or sometimes ours. Always been good friends, nothing sexual between any of us — or so I thought. That’s why what happened was a shock. Read more »

Take me out to Ballgame, Daddy [MF] [DD/lg]

It was a clear, sunny day at the baseball park. I am sitting next to you in the stands, trying to pay attention to the game, after all, the home team is winning. But I couldn’t focus on the players at all. I can only think of you Daddy. I’m wearing your favorite skirt, the cotton black one with big pink and blue roses. My tight button up blouse can barely contain my breasts and the top three buttons have popped open on their own. I caught you staring earlier when I got out of the car. Even now, you are eyeing my black lace bra as I stand to beckon the beer vendor. I order two tall ones and as I turn to hand you the cup, the condensation from the glass drips between my cleavage. You notice, and stop it from dripping further with a folded napkin. I smile at you sweetly, you’re always so attentive to your Babygirl. Your napkin lingers for a moment, the tip of your finger traces the curve of my cleavage, and raises goosebumps across my chest. I can feel my pelvic muscles twitch from the sensation, they’re still a little sore from your punishment the night before.
I remove my sweater as I sit down and drape it across my knees, covering my lap. You slip your hand underneath and squeeze my knee. I flash my devilish smile and raise my eyebrows over to rim of my sunglasses, daring you to go further. You slyly turn your head and look around, making sure that no one is paying attention. You turn your gaze towards the field, cautiously sip your beer and very slowly slip your hand under the sweater and the hem of my skirt. Your fingers delicately crawl up my thigh til the tip of finger brushes the soft locks of my curly hair. Your head snaps towards me and give me your devilish grin. “Are you pleased I have no panties Daddy?” I whisper. You nod your head gently and my heart flutters. I love to please you Daddy. The anticipation and trepidation of getting caught has excited me, I can feel my pussy tingling, becoming moist. Your finger penetrates my slit, my muscles tense and I take a sharp breath in. I quickly look around, afraid that someone might have heard me. You stare at me intently, and whisper “Relax, Babygirl”. I release my tension and feel you wiggle the tip of your finger. My muscles tense again, trying not to squirm but your finger is right on my clit and I’m not sure if I can sit still any longer.
Suddenly, the home team hits a home run, the crowd jumps to their feet and I start to wildly applaud and cheer to distract anyone who might notice as I scoot to the edge of my seat. I’m feeling more daring now as I try to move closer to your finger which has now slid down further in my slit. You can feel my juices flowing, and you can’t hold back a smile of satisfaction. You take the last swig of your beer, and without warning, rip your hand from underneath my sweater. Stand and announce “I need another beer, will you join me?” “As you wish” I reply, dazed by the sudden movement. Read more »