So, I have this f*** pal. We're fing tmr. She has great ass, I mean really really great. Round and good. Fuller than JLo. Thin waist, like hour glass. Face is like Azusa Nagasawa. I'm really crazy about her. I think she kinda enjoys rough hard f She enjoys other males attention on her body, so she wears tight clothes always, and she hinted me that most people say she has a voluptuous body and sexy lips. She makes O-faces on purpose to make me cum fast when fing, tightens her pussy when I'm about to cum, sucks dick really good, oh u name it. So, how do i punish her or bang her tmr? Just gimme some tips please. I've been trying to bang her really hard, but I kinda have a 6.5 inches dick and she has a big hole, so she seems she doesn't feel it no matter how fast and hard I bang. She's been saying things to me like "Hm! Auh. You came? I just started. Tsk tsk. Haha". I am thinking of banging her pretty hard. But, dunno how to make it exciting and really hard fk to punish her.
[M]ums best [F]riend
Sam had worked with my mum for the past ten years or so, she was your typical milf 3, slim big boobs and flirtatious. I'd always had a crush on her from the get go and I'm pretty sure she caught me staring at her boobs on more than one occasion, but you couldnt help yourself when she dressed to show them off.
The night in question we happend to be at a function, Sam looked stunning as always in a tightly fitted dress her big boobs wanting to burst out. I wound up talking to Sam near the bar, where she asked what I was drinking before proceding to steal my beer and downing it. I wasnt going to stand for that so quickly did the same to her. She replaced the drinks and guided me towards a booth where we could sit and chat as the drinks contniued to flow so did the flirting. She excused her self to the ladies room before coming back with more drinks and a mischeavious grin on her face. As she said something funny I playfully slapped my hand on her thigh but as I went to move it she held it there before slightly spreading her legs and leaning over and telling me she had taken of her thong. My face was priceless at this point was this really happening? How many times I had stroked my cock over her and here I am with my hand on her thigh her telling me she had no underwear. I was instantly hard! I started to move my hand slowly up her leg when another friend came over and sat opposite it was dark so they couldnt see what was happening. I stopped in my tracks but she didnt miss a beat taking hold of my hand and moving it ever closer to her pussy as she continued the conversation.
[M]ean Son o[f] a Bitch (Rough)
Several years ago I was in a relationship with an interesting Daddy/young woman power dynamic. She was fifteen years younger, 5' 5", nice curves, pale skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and very kissable full lips.
Yes, it was all consensual, safe, and sane.
“You can’t do that Daddy.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because it’s against the rules,” she answered.
“Really? I don’t remember making that rule.”
“No, silly, I made that rule.” She rolled over, straddled me. "I’m the boss, and I make the rules
“Uh-huh… When did you get to start making the rules?” I was started to get annoyed.
That’s when she scrunched her pretty face up and stuck her tongue out. My hand went to her hair, pulling her off the bed.
“That’s it, if you want to make a nasty face, young lady, then you can make it in the mirror and enjoy it yourself,” I said as I hauled her into a different room, one with a mirror I could put her in front of. Then I stripped her down to her tank and knee socks. One hand held her hair, the other shoved fingers into her mouth.
The Test Subject – Part Six [MFT,sci-fi,horror]
As the nurse rolled Mark down the maze of corridors in a wheelchair, the memories of his time in the regeneration lab came back to him in brief snapshots.
The crash cart. The IV. The team of medical specialists stabilizing him.
Julie, standing in the background. A vicious expression of victory on her face.
Days and nights, soaking in a vat of thick green goo that looked like shampoo and smelled vaguely like cooking spinach.
The horrible wound between his legs, slowly healing.
A bare patch of skin, with only a catheter tube coming out.
A tiny nub of flesh, growing every day.
The image of a miniature penis—a baby’s dick—growing out of his own crotch where his manhood used to be.
Not much else after that. More days lost to sleeping than anything.
Now riding in the wheel chair he was wearing only slippers and a hospital gown, tied at the back. His entire pelvis was wrapped in bandages, a catheter tube snaking down into a collection bag.
On Your Knees [BDSM][Catholic Priest Fetish]
Genuflect
It just didn’t feel like Christmas to Nicholas Bailey.
He shoved his hands in his leather jacket and walked down the beachside sidewalk, passing tinseled storefronts and fake, glowing, plastic snowmen posted like wintry soldiers on the streets. He shook his head at the tinny bell that rang steadily and obnoxiously as its ringer leaned against a garbage bin and talked over the jangled jingle on his phone, obviously more concerned about his weekend plans than with charity. Nicholas shook his head and fished out a dollar for the bell ringer’s bucket anyway.
He kept walking, wondering where the Christmas spirit had gone. No matter how he tried, Nicholas just couldn’t find it. He turned the corner and stared at his destination.
For a person who knew where to look, Donovan’s was built like a veritable magic box, with trap doors and hidden hatches everywhere. There were an obscene amount of ways to secret into and out of this den of decadence disguised as just another trendy downtown club.
That Time… I Lost My Virginity [m/f]
Long time lurker but I've decided to contribute with my own stories. First is about the time I lost my virginity to my crush at work. I was 18 and I had just gotten a job at a local movie theater along with a few of my other friends. Maria was also 18, she is thin and fair skinned, with gorgeous big hazel eyes, and grown curly hair. She has smallish b cup tits, and a big bubble butt. I had a crush on her from the moment I first met her. She was a friend of a friend but being that I had a gf at the time I kept my distance. It wasn't until I became single again that Maria and I got closer. Eventually we started dating and things got off to a slow start. After a few weeks in and we hadn't even kissed yet. We didn't have much time to hang out until after school finished and then we had the summer to ourselves. The day it happened was very out of the blue. We had just got to her house after watching a movie ourselves and it was pretty late, I was planning to make a move when we got to her house but Maria seemingly had more planned. She wasn't a virgin you see, and I'm sure my slow moving was bothering her. She invited me in, and told me her parents would be upstairs sleeping. We came in and sat down on her couch.
27 [m]arried businessman, [f]un with tinder. Part 2 – bridesmaid
So a little more backstory from me: My wife and I got married when I was 23 years old, I had just earned my bachelors degree in college and moved to a town back near where we were both from for work. We both have very large families and a lot of friends so we had a huge wedding. I had 12 groomsmen and she had 12 bridesmaids in the wedding. It was a hell of a time.
A lot of the bridesmaids and groomsmen were mutual friends from college, guys and girls we had both become close with over the years. In fact in college I had slept with 2 of her bridesmaids (before we dated) and fooled around on drunken nights with another 2. My wife knew these stories and didn't care too much. In fact. when it gets brought up I can tell she gets very very turned on.
Looking for my Solo cup girl (xpost from bdsm.personals)
We see each other across the coffee house and you instantly blush, get shy and look down. Not on the outside, no no, on the outside you are tough, you have to be. Your job dictates it, your life encourages it. It is as it should be in the progressive 21st century. But, on the inside…Oh in the deep you are already on your knees. My cold blue eyes and confident playful smirk have instantly broken you. I am unwavering. Unflinching. Unshaken I stare you down with a silent roar that makes your knees wobble.
You resist the urge to run to the little girls room to see how wet you are and Jill off in the stall. "No, not here, not now" you think to yourself, "later tonight when I'm safe and warm and in the comfort of home". Good girl.
Your thoughts will be filled with my large frame pressing down on top of you, my hairy chest tickling your breasts and my tongue parting your soft lips… Which will happen, in time.
But first you must know who you belong to. I must test you. Help me, help you.
The Wedding Slut
[I'm a 19 year old girl living in Baltimore, Maryland. True story. ~ Kassandra]
So, I was out at an out of town wedding this past Sunday. The bride was one of a group of us middle school girls who kept in touch after her family moved out of state. I mostly didn't know the people at the wedding – just a few people from growing up. The wedding was in a downtown Double Tree Hotel. The whole thing was totally beautiful. The wedding was an early afternoon wedding and we'd all been hanging out since like 11 am for various pictures and stuff. Through the day guys winked at me and casually flirted, which I took as just playful stuff. We were all drinking off and on during the day. After the wedding itself there was a cocktail hour before the reception. There some guys started more serious flirting, hinting that we should meet up after the reception. One guy was sitting with me and said "I hear you are a lot of fun." I just smiled and said "Really?" I was starting to wonder who all knew about me. He said, "That's what I hear. Is it wrong?" We got interrupted and he left, but I scanned the room thinking maybe I was known more than I thought here. Or maybe it was just that guys get attracted to me and they were talking about the new hot chick.
Fingers – Please Fuck me With Just Your Fingers
Exactly one calendar month. And I was starving. As much as I enjoyed it last time, I didn’t come. But there was no fear of that this time. ‘I’ll be up early in the morning, I have to be in Dublin for work’ ‘How early is early?’ ‘About 8am’