Email to my wife; I come home and it's all quiet. I go looking for you, walking into the bedroom I find you on your back, legs spread wide as a guy is sliding his cock in and out of your wet pussy. You see me but are enjoying it too much to say anything and enjoying way too much to even think about stopping. You close yours eyes and look back at me almost in a trance like state. You eye me up and down as he keeps pumping into you. Finally you speak and tell me to show you my Dick. I undo my pants and you are happy to see I am hard from watching. Between moans you tell me to stroke it as you start cumming. You close your eyes, moaning, pulling him into you trying to get all you can from the wave of pleasure engulfing you. He keeps sliding in and out of you gradually quickening as another orgasm erupts within you. You encourage him to cum in you, grabbing his ass and wriggling your pussy around his hard cock. His pumps more urgently, your excitement builds knowing what's about to happen. One last look my way, my dick oozing precum, then your eyes close, his balls tightening, his cock twitching then suddenly he grunts deeply. Cum shoots deep in you. Stream after stream fills you as you have your biggest orgasm yet. As things calm down you look over to me still jerking. Do you leave me to cum over the floor or do you invite me over to take his place in you?
Me, a Methed-Up Lesbian & The Biker Gang (M/F, terrifying moments)
Hey, my usual disclaimer here: I'm a writer using the pen name Johnny Dongle, to protect myself & the identities of the people in my story. All of these stories are 100% true and really happened; I only change names. This particular story is one of the craziest I have.
OK, so it's sometime in the fall of 2012, and I'm cruising Craig's List for sexual shenanigans. I'm a single father of 3 kids and I have them 5 days a week. Working full-time and being a full-time dad consumes most of my time, so at the time I was cutting right to the chase and using CL when I wanted to get laid. When I post Craig's List ads, I always use my secret weapon, and that's the offer of a "sensual massage." I trained as a massage therapist long ago, right out of high school, so giving an awesome massage is my ace in the hole when it comes to getting laid, and I play it every time I can. If you can give a phenomenal massage, your chances of getting laid go up tenfold.
Fucking on a Sunday is no time to think of exes (F/F. Trans, Oral.)
The clean white light came through the sheer curtain, almost liquid. It was 8 a.m. on a Sunday.
Catherine rolled over in the queen-size bed that was both bigger and more comfortable than her own. The sheets matched the comforter which matched the pillow cases. She was alone. She stretched her arms tentatively and kicked her foot out, testing her body. It was always confusing to her to wake up in strange places. No cat pawing at the ends of her dark sleep-tousled hair, no alarm and needing to pee but not wanting to venture out into the strange day quite yet.
A clink of a pan came singing down the hall, a sudden barking cough, a cabinet creak. The sounds of a Sunday morning in a home shared with a lover. Catherine held her breath and shoved her face into the pillow that smelled faintly like a perfume she herself would never buy.
In a swift motion Catherine rolled out of the bed onto the floor, limbs rotating. She stood up, spine uncurling in the twist.
[M]assage Role-play with Sexy Wi[f]e
It's been a long couple weeks around my house. I've been out of town with a new job for most of the last 2 weeks and my wife's been home from work several times with sick kids and we're working on getting our new house set up. It's all led to a pretty long dry spell in terms of the sexy times between the wife and I. Over the long weekend, I hatched a plan to deal with that directly. We had plans to go to a cookout on Sunday afternoon and then drop the kids off with the Grandparents overnight until dinnertime on Monday. My plan was to take advantage of this kid-free day and get some sexy-times started.
The cookout went well, the kids played and my wife and I got to visit with some of our friends we hadn't seen in a long time. At about 4, we left the cookout and drove over to the Grandparent's house to drop the kids off. They were both a little cranky and tired from not getting a nap, but in good spirits because of the sleepover away from home. After dropping off the kids, we went and did a little shopping for the house. You know, the kind of stuff you can't take little kids to because they'll be bored to tears almost instantly. After the shopping, we went to a new restaurant not far from our house and had a nice dinner and more importantly, my wife had 3 big glasses of Sangria.
Hilly and Ben – The Choir Trip 4 [mf][Str8]
Hilly woke wrapped in Ben's arms. She checked the clock on the night stand and smiled when she saw they'd only been asleep for an hour. It was barely Sunday and there was still plenty of time to find something productive to do with those last two condoms.
When she heard Ben sigh in his sleep, she began to kiss him awake. It didn't take him long before he squeezed her tight in his arms to hum against her hair.
"Not too sleepy?" he whispered.
"I told you I'm not wasting this night," she teased. She rolled over on her side and pressed her ass against his thickening shaft. "Can we try this way?"
"On our sides?" he asked as he reached for the second condom. "Will it work?"
"I don't know," she giggled. "It'll be fun finding out. I just want this time to be slow and relaxing."
Ben prepared himself with the second condom, then tugged her hips along the sheets to reposition her. He slipped one arm under her neck and placed his other hand low on her stomach to pull her closer.
[mF] “Headstrong, but not wrong”
f"It's so cool to talk to you….as a grown up." Siddy beamed at Ms. Han as he had eighteen years ago. She had aged with grace, now at home in American suburbia. She'd been so exotic to him in sixth grade, an Asian who spoke in the kind of British accent people in his grandmother's books on tape sounded like. She'd been a recent transplant from the UK, he never knew why she had chosen to move to his town. A smile broke across her face, "Sid, you're still trying to get me to give you that gold star again, aren't you?" He blushed, his practiced macho-laid-back-cool floundered and he took a big, noisy sip of his water.
Years ago, she'd given him a gold star, one was given per class of 30, for writing a poem about the sadness of watching migratory birds leave. It had not been an assignment, he'd done it to impress her. She'd worn a low cut dress that day, pink with red petals embroidered on it. She'd hugged him when she pinned the star on his pocket, then talked to the class about the romantic poets, about the importance of emotion and intuition and nurturing one's soul. He'd scarcely heard her, his blood pounded in his veins and his knees felt weak. Her mild perfume drove him to frenzy and only the glare of 30 of his most judgemental peers kept him from popping a full erection as she spoke about her passions and her breasts gently heaved…
My first r4r encounter!
Well my friends. I have always been kind of skeptical of online dating. It's not that I'm against it. I just never had any luck. As you can tell this is a throw away account. My lady friend suggested it would be a great idea to write about our first encounter. And let me tell you friends. It was a doozy!
So long story short, I posted a submission on r4r. Now I'm a student and I hold various odd jobs for extra cash so I wasn't the least bit surprised that the I got no reply for months on end. And then last Monday I get an email from a fellow redditor about my r4r submission. She says that she'd like to chat on kik, skype etc. I jump at the opportunity and as it turns out she's a beautiful mother with a daughter and an avid yoga/fitness junkie. Whats not to like? I said. As were texting I look at her comment history and as it turns out this little woman has insatiable appetites.
First attempt at writing erotica. Need feedback please. mf oral
This is my first attempt at writing erotica; don't know if I have what it takes to write something erotica readers would enjoy. Would appreciate any feedback you can give me. Thank you.
His facial imperfections were hard getting over. The indent in the middle of the forehead was accentuated by the bone beneath his thick long eyebrows. The width of the forehead seemed small but really, it was the protruding cheekbones that made it seem so. The cheeks were almost flat, with a shadow cast on them that made his face appear older. His facial hair was long and course but individual hairs appeared too far spread out that reminded him of cat whiskers. His eyes looked tired and heavy. This was due to the eyelids drooping down on the side a bit, just enough to give them that sad old look. He had semi dark circles underneath the eyes that were hereditary on his father's side. Those unflattering looks and the protruding, unshapely nose, that had lost all symmetry, if it ever had any, were the only inheritance from his absent father. Julio was very self-aware; overall, his appearance was not worse than average but he focused on individual details. He was not as meticulous when judging the looks of the opposite sex.
Friend’s sister (2 of 2)
He second time I had the pleasure of the company of a younger sist of a college friend happened about a year after the first. A group that hang out regularly went to a lake house a few weekends a year. There was the usual college hijinx involved in these weekends, but rarely wee there hookups, as the girls were either already dating one of the guys, or just friends who initial hookups with others in the group had already come and gone. In any case, I was prepared to drink, eat and fish but not much more.
One of our friends brought along his sister, a recently 18 high school senior on her first weekend jaunt with a college crowd. She strongly resembled a young Anna Paquin. She was very intelligent and mature for a high school girl (qualities I was intensely attracted to and did not always find in many college girls) while also being gorgeous in a dark, brooding rebellious kind of way (also right up my alley).
(F)inal days with Jake [Part 2 of 3] (F+M)
As Jake and I walked down the hallway I could hear my mom and dad talking in the kitchen. The whole way there Jake's cum was oozing into my panties and and the smell of sex was still slightly present in the air.
"Daddy this is Jake, Jake this is my father". My dad gave Jake a hard look, introduced himself and asked us to sit down.
We sat there talking with the two of my parents for what felt like an hour but realistically was only 20 minutes. The whole time Jakes sticky cum soaked into my panties and I was feeling so turned on. My parents agreed that we would all go out for a fancy dinner tonight and on that note Jake and I went back downstairs claiming we were going to get ready for a run.
As soon as Jake and I got back to my room I slammed the door shut and pounced on Jake. "Woah woah whah, someone ready for round two again?" Jake asked.
"Your cum has been leaking out of me this whole time talking to my dad I need more of you".