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Self Sexpression (Part 2 of Grand Frolicking) [M][F][fantasy]

Continuing my Erotic Story (Part 2 of Grand Frolicking).

This is something I do for fun, nothing professional. I am a Mother, Wife, and Professional Business Woman with a bit of a naughty side in my heart.

It’s another full day of being mom and wife and busy professional. I got the kids off to school with healthy lunches in tow. It’s a challenge to give the kids food I know they will eat, and they are both so different. My son is a picky eater, everything has to be bland. My daughter gives me less of a headache with her lunch. She’ll eat anything I make for her. Sipping my coffee in the now quiet house I think about last night and smile to myself. It turns me on to think about William’s body and all the ways we explored each other last night. Heat and moisture rushed to my vagina and I feel the heavy ache of lust taking hold of me. I may need to touch myself before I leave for work. A nice hot bath with a few minutes of self-stimulation, perhaps. Read more »

Holes to be fucked. Thank you for using me. [Mf oral huml]

Moments within coming through the door I’m on my knees. You don’t spare time taking out your dick. It springs out at me, slapping my cheek. My mouth is salivating. I am ready for this. An hour every day with a toy in your measurements has helped me practice, millimetre by millimetre, inch by inch. With a lubed throat and teared eyes in front of the mirror watching my neck slowly bulge from the intrusion. Read more »

[m/f] Taking in the view from the parking garage. My 2nd story.

So, after my first story was well-received. I decided to write about another encounter. This is still with the same woman from the previous story, which I suggest you read. For the sake of the story we’ll call her L. L and I had been seeing each other for a while now. I was comfortable around her and loved the fact that I got to explore things I never did before. She was as sexually driven as I was. I’ll share some more of our encounters, but wanted to share this one in particular. Only because I visited this spot the other day and made me think back to that night. To brief you on us I’m a 34/m recently separated and re-entering the dating world. She's a latina with a curvy build. Amazing breasts and amazing hair. She'll read this story. So part of me is writing it for you all and the other part is me writing it for her. Just to see her reaction. She's thought about writing and submitting a story from her point of view. Perhaps you all could persuade her in the comments if you enjoy this. But, moving on. Read more »

Strangers on a packed bus [Mf][Public]

Lisa is a 22 year old hot brunette, 5'7, slim and toned, with pert B cup breasts. She recently graduated and started a new job in the city, and now regularly takes the same bus to work every morning. She's noticed another passenger on the same bus most days – me, I'm 35, tall, thin and muscular, ruggedly handsome and always well dressed in a very sharp suit. Lisa has developed quite a crush on me over the last few days, and even though she can tell from my wedding ring that I'm clearly married, she keeps fantasizing about all the things I could do to her; how I could use those big strong arms to throw her around, the confidence that exudes from my clearly rich and successful persona, and all the skills I've picked up over the years no doubt making me a far better lay than guys her own age. It's been nearly a week of riding the bus to her new job now, and Lisa's fantasies are getting out of control – she's been masturbating frantically about the thought of this older gentleman each night, and she doesn't think she can take it much longer. This morning the bus is particularly crowded and Lisa is attempting to make the most of it by ensuring she's crammed in near the object of her affection, stood right next to me, rubbing herself against me in very unsubtle ways whenever there's the slightest movement on the bus… Read more »

How a pie got me laid. [m/f]

I had been working on her for over a year. I had originally met her on OKCupid. She had listed as interested in casual sex, and the answers to her questions suggested that she was wild and liked to get fucked hard.

We met up for a drink once. We made out on the street outside the bar, my hand working up under her shirt. No bra. She moaned loudly as I played with her tits in the middle of the street. But she wouldn't come home with me. And almost immediately afterwards, she got into a relationship. So the door was closed for now.

But I persisted. I texted her every now and then to remind her how bad I wanted to fuck her. Sometimes she didn't seem interested. Other times she'd tell me she still thinks about how she could feel my cock through my jeans on the street.

More than a year later, she texted me. It was a benign text, but I knew right away that she must be single. Sure enough, she was. But it was fresh, and she resisted meeting up. A text conversation digressed, as they do, and she revealed that she loves pie. Read more »

Been wanting to attempt erotica for a while…here is my first try! Would love feedback and criticism! [mf]

She was an hour into overtime trying to finish a client file so she could meet the girls at happy hour. Her feet were killing her from a full day of giving tours of the penthouse in three inch heels. Her boss had told her that she had to dress to impress and that had meant trading in her signature flared skirt and flats for a skin tight pencil skirt and high heels. After the last client left she had let her red hair down from the severe up-do her boss had requested and let it fall in big messy curls as she worked on data entry. Under her desk she had removed her heels, her blazer rested over the back of her chair, and she didn't even notice that the top button on her blouse had come undone when she heard him clear his throat.

Startled, she looked up and all she saw was business. A sharp, clearly custom, business suit and tie draped perfectly over his tall frame. Dark perfectly messy brown hair made a sharp contrast to his blue eyes and his 5 o'clock shadow made him look rugged. Zoe knew his type and hated men like him, overly aware of how handsome and powerful they are. Overly aware of how rich they are. Read more »

Write to Excite Part II: He knew I must be punished.

SATURDAY MORNING

I did not sleep well that night. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I was slightly terrified I was going to inspire a Criminal Minds episode, that those pictures of me tied up and covered in cum were going to be immortalized in an evidence file folder after my parents identified me, or that I had ligatures on my wrists from the cuffs cutting causing me pain and awkward explanations later. I decided it was mostly because I was pretty sure I was going to urinate myself if I fell asleep at this point. I try to roll over onto my side to get comfortable. My pussy is still dripping wet and I feel like a good gust of wind could launch me into a mind blowing orgasm.

Around 7 AM the door creaks opens and I pretend to be asleep. The room is lighter now, with the daylight streaming in the egress window. I feel a large body spoon me and hands begin to explore my tits, playing with them and rubbing the nipples. Pinching them roughly. Feeling the warmth of his body and his springing erection, I know he is naked, and I love how his body engulfs mine as he rolls me over into the bed. He loves to touch my soft body. I don’t feel quite as afraid anymore. I open my eyes and turn to face him. Read more »

Left Hanging [M] [F] [bd] [oral]

As with my other stories, this is written for a specific person, hence the first person with wannabe second person leanings.

You stand in the middle of the room, arms over your head. Rope cuffs bind your wrists together; the ends run through a hoop in the ceiling, keeping your arms straight, and pool on the floor behind you. There’s almost no give. Even with the extra height from the heels of the long tan boots you wear, your arms are already starting to ache. You are forced to stand as rigidly, your feet wide and your chest pushed out. Exactly how I want you.

But you can’t see any of this, not with the satin cloth I put over your eyes.

I’m sitting behind you, enjoying the view. My gaze starts low, at your feet. The boots hug the contours of your legs all the way to your knees. I continue upwards, over your trim thighs and rest on your naked backside. Your cheeks beg to be pulled apart, to be caressed. I can’t linger here, not without becoming distracted. Your pale back is arched slightly to minimise the strain in your arms. Your hair falls like a dark waterfall to the middle of your back, begging to be played with. I relish the thought of running my hands through it. Finally your head is held defiantly high. Read more »

Molly and Jack [Mf] [oral]

His eyes followed her around the track once again. Her butt popped up and down with every stride down the back stretch, and as she made the turn her beautiful breasts came bouncing into his gaze. He had to make a conscious effort to look away from her. He focused on the runners whose names he could barely remember until he saw her come bounding around the corner once again. She was toned. Her legs were powerful, and her butt was rounded and firm. He could see little spots of sweat soaking through her sports bra. She was a goddess, sexy and lusted over by all the boys at Overland high school and unbeknownst to her, lusted over by her track coach as well. Read more »