My name is Jack and I’m 22. I was dealing with a bad break up when I decided that I would try going on the internet to find someone to hook up with. Part of the reason why my last girlfriend and I split is because I have some pretty sick fantasies that she didn’t want to be a part of. I’ve always really wanted to be in a three way relationship between another man and a woman. I would serve as a sexual slave for my partners and satisfy them in any way they wanted. I knew it was going to be kind of a stretch to find someone who was into the same things I am, but luckily I found a nice couple in about a month that sounded real and sounded like they wanted to have fun.
A White Woman Explains Why She Prefers Black Men
Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There’s only one patch of skin on a white man’s body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man’s skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn’t be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, “Once you go black, you never go back” is all about the feeling of the skin.
And I had the socially acceptable explanation for my craving. I used that paucity-of-available-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. A white woman past forty is often passed over by her white-male contemporaries. She goes younger or ethnic or foreign-born or down the socioeconomic scale or darker or she spends lonely nights at home with her cats. Black men are happy to get the babe they couldn’t have when she was twentysomething and fertile. The laws of the marketplace do prevail. It’s not me, it’s them being the white guys who weren’t after me anymore, or so I claimed.
[MF, MILF] My friends hot mom Pt.2
She puts her hands on my shoulders and slowly crawls up to where she's straddling me. She leans in and I kiss her. Her lips are so soft, just like I would imagine that they'd be. She returns the kiss, but more enthusiastically than I could have every imagined. She's good with her tongue, and the lip-biting that she's doing is really turning me on. When she pulls back from a kiss she tugs at my lips some. Not enough to hurt, but enough to be noticeable and an indicator that she wants me. She goes down to my neck, kissing and working on giving me a hickey or two. Wow…it feels so good. Incredibly good. The whole time that she's doing this, she's working her way closer and closer to me. She's already in my lap, but she works her way up to where we're chest to chest. I fall backwards (with a little help from her), and things seem to be getting hot and heavy quick for her. I'm usually the kind to take my time and tease, but there's no time for that it seems. She lifts my shirt and keeps kissing on me, working her way down to my pants. She undoes my belt and unbuttons my pants. Wow, straight to it, huh? The recent shortage of blood to my brain has me still just laying there like a deer in headlights. She's unzipping my pants and pulling them down now. I can feel the warmth of my cock against my leg, ready to do whatever she wants to do. She pulls my boxers down and her face lights up at the site of my happy little soldier gladly standing at attention. "Oooh, gimme gimme…" she says in almost a whisper as she wastes no time in wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and starts sucking.
Cuckolds and Hotwives (Erotic ebook Anthology) (M/F, Cuckold, Oral)
This is the first of several stories in the anthology.
You can find the rest at
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/488666 or Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Cuckolds-Hotwives-Husbands-watching-insatiable-ebook/dp/B00P37QLDU/
AN ISSUE OF ENDURANCE
I was between her legs, licking furiously. I plunged a finger into her again and again as my tongue flicked back and forth over her clit.
She arched her back and came hard. I kept it up until her orgasm slowly faded.
“Get up here and fuck me,” she said.
Panting, I climbed on top of her.
“Mmm,” she moaned as I slid into her wet pussy, “Oh yeah baby.”
Slowly, carefully, I slid in and out of her.
“That’s right baby, take your time.”
I went slow. But within a minute I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I groaned and lost it.
“Sorry,” I said as I rolled off of her.
“It’s okay baby.”
Amanda and I had been engaged for eight months, and that was close to a record. I had pretty much made my peace with the fact that I was a ‘two-pump-chump’. I could live with that. I was a great guy in every other way. I just tried to focus on the other ways I could bring her pleasure.
A Mild intro, but does it set a good tone? [Str8] [Mdom]
Feel free to leave any thoughts you have, but I want critique. Did it turn anyone on? Is it well written? Does it have a good tone? I will continue it if there's enough interest…
I am so fucking frustrated. It's quickly approaching the one year mark since my last sexual foray. I've heard of worse, but a hardship is a hardship none the less. Why so long? It is definitely unusual for me, having had a steady stream of relationships since turning 18. I'd have to blame it on the change of scenery. Now that I have a job and I'm not going to school, I can't effortlessly surround myself in young, available women. Data shows that was apparently my only strategy, since I've seemingly been dropped into this sexual wasteland.
So what now? I wish I knew. What I do know is that I am brimming with sexual energy. I think about sex constantly, and find myself getting aroused in places that I probably shouldn't be. The girls I see around me instantly become a part of my fantasies, doing things for me that my ex-girlfriends weren't kinky enough to even imagine trying.
Love To Hate [M+TG, hatefuck]
This is an extrapolation of a roleplay I am currently engaged in with /u/pewpew52. Credit is due to him for the opening back-and-forth!
Story continued in comments.
Having to put with Alex’s presence in the house was killing me. He was my step-brother, two years my junior, and to say that we didn’t get on would be an understatement. For years we had lived only to frustrate and torment each other, and though we had both moved out of home we still found it difficult to get along with one another. He’d made my life hell for a couple of years in particular, and I wasn’t of the mind to forgive him. So why, I hear you ask, was I enduring his presence once more? I shall tell you.
For the preceding eight months Alex’s father, Andrew, and my mother had been travelling around Europe, and we had both taken time off of work to greet them upon their return. We were to spend the week in their house, catch up, and hear all about their travels. Well… that was the plan. Typical of my mercurial mother, though, she and Andrew extended their stay by a week, which now left myself and Alex alone in the house together, and meant that I wouldn’t get to catch up with my mother for anything more than a weekend.
New clothes
I checked my phone to make sure it was around 8:30 before I started to get ready. He got off work at 9, and I had exactly 45 minutes to make tonight amazing for him. I went to his closet and took out one of his shirt and laid it on the couch and then went to my other bag to get out the black lace lingerie that I had bought that day just for the occasion. Checking my Wal-Mart bag again for my socks I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before he got home. After about ten minutes I got out and put on the lingerie and went back to the living room and put on his shirt over it. Luckily, the shirt was big enough to cover everything. I took the socks out of my other bag and put them on, double checking that they were the right kind of socks, and then I went to the bathroom to fix my hair into pigtails. They weren’t extremely long, but they were long enough. I looked over myself in the mirror and smiled, I knew he’d love it. I text him around 9 to make sure that he was on schedule that I had a surprise for him.
My Hairdresser[m/f]
I've wanted her for so long – ever since she started cutting my hair about 10 years ago. She's married, and after too many failures with women who are taken – once without my knowing she was in a relationship, once knowing she was but thinking I could save her from a bad relationship, and once knowing full well what I was doing but justifying it with desperate loneliness – I'm finished trying that game. But that doesn't stop the fantasies… or the dreams.
She's a little shorter than I am, perhaps 5' 4". Curves for days. She's about seven or eight years older than me and defines 'milf' to a T. But her best feature is her hair. Blonde curls that come down to about her jaw, not a single strand of hair that isn't twisted and bouncy. It's hair that says "innocently playful but flirty and sexy."
What I wouldn't give to have those golden curls between my legs, her bright blue eyes staring up at me, the twinkle of that single tiny diamond stud in her nose winking up at me as her perfectly pink tongue finishes me off. I want to know that those curls feel like, wrapped around my fingers, tickling my thighs and hips…
A shade of red. [F/m] [blood] [oral]
It happened one night when you were out partying with your friends. A bit of liquid courage was all you needed to approach a woman who caught your eye. Must have been almost ten years older then you but oh so beautiful.
She was reserved in speaking with you, possibly due to your young age, but eventually agreed to go home with you. What she wasn't quite prepared for was the sneaking around once you got there.
You got back to your room and latched the door, thanking god no one heard you.
You move towards the woman you brought back, grabbing her by the waist and lean in for a kiss.
She kisses you fist gently, then more aggressively. With force she pushes you against the wall with an audible 'thud’ and starts undoing your belt. You put your finger to your lips, too much noise and your parents might hear you… she glares at the gesture.
You feel somewhat shocked by her pace but let her take charge as she rips your belt off of you and starts undoing your pants. You run your hands over her toned body and started to unbutton her blouse – you didn’t get far before she pushed your hands away.
A MILF, a Teacher, and a School [mFF, Str8, anal, exh, oral]
As an 18 year old guy, I usually have a hard time concealing boners wherever I go, but the day of my first swim meet of senior year was especially tough. It happened to take place a little over a week after my orgy with my best friend, his mom, my English teacher, and the two MILFs that I have been fucking for quite some time. I hadn’t had the chance to fuck any of those incredibly attractive older women in the days since, so I had nearly a perpetual boner, which was only soothed for brief periods of time after my frequent masturbation sessions. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just slip away in the middle of school to stroke my dick. I’d have to until I got home after the swim meet to get off. Or so I thought. As I was walking out of English class that day, Mrs. Robinson stopped me and brightened up my day.