Laundry Day [M/F] A surprise visit

I've always had this silly idea in the back of my head, that maybe I should be writing more than just forum posts and rants on facebook, that maybe I might have more to say, or share, than I've been allowing myself.

So, within that vein of thought, I sat down, and through a mix of two things that really did happen to me, along with some embellishment and other imaginings, I put the following partial story together.

I have no idea what to expect from this, good bad or indifferent, but If you take the time to read it, please share your thoughts / critique. Writing like this is experimental for me and I'm going even further on the limb by making it erotic… and know that I know, that this is rather rough. I've gone over it a few times, and I think I could continue to edit, just this tiny piece for ages.

Point is, I know I'm a newb, and have a long way to go before I might be 'good'. So be honest, but also respectful please. Advice, points, a direction… all welcome.

Our last Valentine’s Day [mf]

You waited until I’d gotten on the freeway to fuck with my head. It started simple enough — first you reclined the seat back a bit, then stretched your legs. It wasn’t until you’d started lifting up your dress that I’d realized what was happening. You hiked it up slowly, watching for my reaction along the way. It was hard to keep my eye on the road; you were getting so close to the end. That’s when I noticed your big surprise — you weren’t wearing any underwear.

Your pussy was freshly waxed, and as you sat up to pull your dress completely under you, I could hear how turned on you were, the sound of your lips rubbing against each other, so wet. You rubbed your clit, then slid your fingers inside yourself; you didn’t really need to, you knew you’d be getting my cock soon enough, but you wanted to watch me squirm, especially when you took your fingers out and held them in front of me, then spread your fingers so that I could see how just sticky they were. And, of course, when you put them in your mouth and sucked on them, both at first, then one at a time for good measure.

Boyfriend asked what I would do if we got a hotel room. Gave him this response and he said to put it here. It was quickly written so I apologize about that. Enjoy! [MF][oral]

You wouldn't have much time to really see the hotel room because as soon as the door shut I would be tearing your clothes off of you because nothing gets me wetter than basking in your naked body and knowing its mine. After you're naked and I've had my fill i would get undressed and your dick would be hard and pulsing the first time i touched it. And I love your dick. I love it so much. I'd want it to touch me all over my body and deep into my mouth and throat regardless of whether or not I gag.

Licking it and sucking it and just taking it into me over and over again until i start drooling all over myself. I just want it so much. I want it hard. I want it throbbing. I want it inside me. I want you thrusting into me until you're bursting with pleasure and you cover me with it.

now that I'm good and dirty I fall back onto the bed and then you fall on top of me. I don't make out with you right away because I want to enjoy looking at your body again. Looking at you when you're on top of me is always the best. Your tight chest makes a nice V when you hold yourself up and your hips make another V as you straddle me.

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Exploring new sexual territory during a trip to Cambodia

Sitting surrounded by day-old friendships, house music, and cheap beer in the bar of a hostel that claims to be "Siem Reap's Finest!", I can't help but feel pleased with myself. The person I am in this moment- confident, independent, capable, open, spontaneous, smiling away- is the person I aspired to be. And it isn't serendipity which inspires my contentment, but the peace of knowing I chose the life I wanted to lead. "I am the captain of my fate…"

I steal a quick smile to myself amid the cloud of conversation, satisfied with the result a small investment of courage can yield. Whether crossing the world to move to a faraway land, or crossing the room to approach smiling strangers, there are few times swallowing my fears hasn't served a great benefit. Tonight is no exception.

The prince and his whore [MF]

I look down at the whore, who lovingly looks up at me from my stomach, where she lays after our latest of many romps.

“Is my lord satisfied?” Her voice is a soft purr and her eyes twinkle in the dim lighting of the brothel as she looks up at me.

“You always satisfy me,” I answer quietly. It’s the lie I tell all of them, but I know this one doesn’t believe me. She sighs and traces her fingertips up my chest.

“You are too kind, yet I know you tell partial truths with the other ladies. You don’t need to fear hurting my feelings. This is my job and nothing pleases me more than to see you smile, my lord.”

I run my fingers through her long, golden waves and she tips her head into my hand at the caress with parted lips. Lips that have become swollen from all the kisses I have lavished upon them.

“I will have you once more, before I go back to the castle.”

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An intro to my story, tell me what you think. [MMF, bimbofication]

Tress was still skeptical at why her boss would send a 6 month intern on a 2 week business trip to England, let alone the fact that he paid for all accommodations and expenses, as if her leisure was a financial asset to the company. She put her bags down in the closet and looked around her new room. It was on the top floor of the company's hotel, with a beautiful view of the city beyond the decorated courtyard and office buildings surrounding the glass-dome entrance in the center of the complex, where she still saw men walk and and out periodically. The room reminded her of the centerpieces in furniture catalogs, all pristinely cleaned and organized like it was meant for viewing, not using. Despite its uncanny cleanliness, Tress felt almost unusually comfortable in the room, like it was inviting her and her alone in to rest and relax. She noticed an LCD panel on the wall near the door which seemed to control temperature and lighting. Feeling a light draft from the open window across the lofty room, she pressed the "+" mark until she felt comfortable, and made her way to the mahogany desk set up adjacent to the bed.

Jack meets Amanda and Andrew, Part 1[BDSM][Chastity][Sissy]

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.