A Laundry Room Story [MMF][MM-oral][cuck]

This is my first story on here, I hope you like it. The end is a bit rushed because I was typing the story live to a fuckbuddy as we were both enjoying ourselves and I got overwhelmed with the images.

It's late and you're in a rush: you're supposed to finally have me over at your place, I'm due any minute and you're still waiting for your laundry to finish. It's been a while, so you're doing two loads with pretty much all your clothes in there. You're wearing the only clean thing you have: a slightly-too-sheer dress, no bra and no underwear.

He comes in carrying a tennis bag and his eyes flicker up and down your frame before he says hi. You blush and make a quip about…you don't remember. You make smalltalk for a bit and you mention that all your clothes are being washed.

"Not all," he says. You look up startled at the husky edge of his voice. You just now notice that he's over six foot tall and quite well built. The first rush of arousal floods your brain before you've even had a chance to get scared. Then you feel his hands, large, warm and strong, at the sides of your breasts. He cups them both and flicks the piercing on your left nipple. Of course he's noticed. Read more »

Their first time swapping roles [MF][Fdom][mast][huml][peg]

She studied her handiwork as she approached the bed wearing nothing but an 8 inch cock. His legs were held apart by ropes at his ankles and his wrists were bound above his head. The thought of what was to come aroused her greatly. "Are you comfortable?" She asked as she climbed onto the bed. Not that she really cared but because it seemed like the right thing to say. Tonight was her turn to be in charge, her turn to dictate the activity, the positions, the pace, to feel the power that comes with control and she planned to make the most of it. Read more »

The First [MF]

It had been a year since I saw him. He was the man I had loved for as long as I could remember, the man who showed me what bodily pleasures meant, the man that fingered me for the first time until I screamed; aroused by pleasure and pain.

We had hated each other for a year.

He stood there, nervously confident – his molten hazel eyes gleaming with lust and happiness. He looked good. He engulfed my small frame into a hug and firmly placed a kiss on my quivering lips. His soft eager tongue brushed against my hungry mouth and I felt him get hard.

We knew it had to happen. He had only ever been the one to see me naked for 6 years. We knew that the moment we were in, comprised a giant snowball of lust, hatred and love approaching us at mind numbing speed.

He drove me to his building, glancing at me occasionally as I stared at him with passion. He yanked me out of the car, escorted me to his lift and crushed his mouth onto mine as his watchman glanced at our lascivious act through a sliver of the closing lift door. Read more »

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For My cake day I present you with a poem I wrote for my GF while I was away for work. I think Edgar Allen Poe would approve. [MF]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of erotic lore—

While I sat there, gently fapping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my hotel door—

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my hotel door—

 Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was just before September;

And the shadow of my member wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—so my veiny shaft could borrow

From my porn's surcease of sorrow—sorrow for my lost Amore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom I call, my Amore—

 Nameless here for evermore.

And the silky, smooth, and certain, rhythm of my jerkin'

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic pleasures never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating, of my meat I stood repeating,

"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my hotel door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my hotel door;—

 This it is and nothing more."

Quickly I was nude no longer; but my erection still grew stronger, Read more »

[M4F][Str8][When ex-es reignite] …Here’s The Reignition

I'm not the brightest penny in the vault, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I have a gift, a superpower if you like to think that way. The ability to tune into the moment, hearing the desire that's let loose as the sun comes up, and the aching nakedness of two people that find themselves in a situation where they just want to meld and share their secrets. Or, at least, share the yearning that wells from the core. Those thoughts that manifest, making pupils dilate, flushing the skin in a way that makes you think 'I hope they cant see that'. And yet you secretly hope that they will. Humans doing human things :)

After a thousand encounters, there was always one that tugged away, unable to forget. A chance crossing of paths, and a volcanic expression of lust, and we explored each other, doing terrible things that made the neighbours angry, as each touch created an expression too loud to suppress. She loved to arch her back as my teeth slowly pressed against her swollen clitoris, wriggling to escape, but never doing so, before I unhinged her, and watched her clench, and clench, and clench, breathing raggedly… There's no better vision of a woman undone, when she is as naked as an orgasm rattles through every pore of her skin, laying there, and happy to be so. Read more »

Keeping busy during a storm: Finale. (mf) (mast)

Some time later, I wake up to a strange feeling. I follow one of Jessie’s arms and it looks like she managed to move her hand down my shorts and she was stroking me. “Jessie.” I nudge her a bit to try and wake her up. She groans an answer as she continues to rub me. “Does it feel good love?” she asks me as her other hand moves down to join in. A moan escapes my lips as I try to remove her hands from me. After some prying, she eventually lets go. I roll Jessie onto her side and soon she falls back to sleep. I throw my arm over her and I start to doze off. Suddenly, I feel Jessie grab my hand and she places it on her belly. I don’t know what came over me. I suppose I wanted to return the favor. I move my hand under her shirt and I start to massage her breasts. I hear her moan and I decide to continue. I begin to tease her nipples. Then I pull my hand back to lick my fingers and pinch them to perk them up a little more. I hear Jessie start to moan. I smile and my hand moves down till I feel the waistband of her pants. I was a bit surprised to find she didn’t wear any panties when she slept. A little further and I could feel her. She liked to keep herself shaved. I rest my hand on her pelvis, marveling at her smooth skin. I finally make my way to her spot. Her legs were crossed over themselves, but I managed to slip a finger into her. Read more »

Circle of Cuckolds[Circle of Cuckolds[BMWF, Interracial, Cuckold, Conversion, Cuckold Club](Crosspost from /r/CuckoldSexStories)

Chapter 1

Bruce and his wife Linda were having drinks on the patio of their large suburban home. Bruce, a 42-year-old accountant, had done very well in his profession and was up for a vice presidency of firm. Their expensive home reflected Bruce's financial success.

Linda, a 36-year-old attractive brunette looked less than her age. Thanks to a disciplined regimen of exercise and diet, her figure was that of a woman ten years younger. Her most notable features were her large bust and long shapely legs. Linda was an elementary school teacher. The couple had no children, but were "trying." The problem, according to Bruce's physician was his unusually low sperm count. For them, timing would be everything if they were to succeed in getting pregnant.

Sex for Bruce and Linda was very satisfactory for him, but less so for Linda, although she never mentioned this to him out of concern for his fragile masculine ego. Things picked up somewhat for Linda when the couple ventured into the world of suburban swinging last year. Although the guys in their circle were nothing to write home about in Linda's opinion, at least they were better than Bruce in the sex department. The parties, however, had become less and less frequent, and this was the topic of conversation on this particular evening. Read more »

“Back from dinner.” Second attempt, would love more thoughts.

The second attempt with the same characters from the "Working late" story. Would love your thoughts on this one as well.

As Adrian pulled into the driveway and turned the car off he pondered whether or not he should walk Olivia to her front door. It wasn’t that he didn’t want too, but if an evening out with another woman wasn’t already pushing boundaries of what is right far enough, actually walking her up to her front door too say good night definitely was. He looked over at Olivia sitting in the passenger seat and saw the same hesitation in her, he grabbed her hand, held it tight and asked

“can I walk you up?”

her cheeks went a little red as she replied with a reserved

“Yes.”

Adrian got out of the car and quickly walked around to help Olivia out as she opened the door. He grabbed the top of the door with one hand then took her by the hand to guide her out with the other. Olivia smiled at the thought of this gesture, she liked that he was a gentleman and looked after her in this way.

“Thank you.” Read more »

Drink Unattended – First go at this. Feedback appreciated. BDSM story.

Author notes: I've been wanting to try my hand at writing for awhile now The only thing that really holds my attention however is porn so I figured, why not give erotica a shot. I've been working on this three nights now. I'm dyslexic so it's difficult to catch misspellings and other mistakes at times. Apologies in advance. Thanks for reading. Hope you get a good fap out of this. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Edit: Correct some mistakes and made some changes.

*DRINK UNATTENDED

Chapter One

Wake up, wake up, wake up…

Penny’s dream faded as she drift back into consciousness. Her head was pounding. Her body, tender and sore. She lie there, piecing together memories of the night before. It was hopeless. Blackouts were common. Her drinking the cause. She had a problem. She needed help. I’ll start tomorrow, she’d tell herself.

The moment of clarity between now and the next drink was always the worst. She ached with shame and embarrassment. She groaned aloud, wallowing in self-pity. Where did she go? What did she do? How did she get home?

How did I get home, she thought? Read more »