[MF] first creampie with Andrea

It was the summer of 2009, and I was in a heated relationship with a married woman in a trial separation from her husband. To this day, even though it only lasted 3 months, that relationship was one of the most intense of my life.

At the time of this story, we had already been fucking, but always with condoms. We weren’t exclusive, and part of her separation agreement was to always wear a condom if sleeping with someone.

She was brunette with dark eyes, about 5’9 and slim, long lean legs, tight core, and amazing fake breasts. The first and only I’ve ever seen or touched. She also had a beautiful shaved innie pussy with two cute little moles on one side, and tasted absolutely fantastic.

We were at my best friend’s house alone, stopping by to water the plants and what not well he’s out of town. We were trying to “be good” this weekend and prove to ourselves that we could spend time together without fucking like rabbits.

Forever Hung (Part 14) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21]

I’ve no idea if she went through with it. At breakfast the next morning she seemed especially affectionate toward Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck for an impromptu hug during a short trek to the refrigerator for juice. He kissed her and watched her walk across the kitchen, but I didn’t get the sense that they had entered some dramatic new phase of their relationship.
In fact, if anything, Harry seemed more focused on hurrying through breakfast, shoveling bites of waffle into his mouth.
“Today’s the day,” he told all of us as Madison sat down with a bottle of pomegranate juice. “I reran the numbers last night to be sure, but we’re ready.”
I glanced at Madison, a bit confused.
“We’re done?” I said. “Was my end finished?”
“Sweetie,” Madison said to Harry, a nomenclature that seemed to throw him a bit. “I didn’t even know my organics were matured.”
“I’ve done a lot of the work myself,” he said. “but not to worry, you’ll both still get full credit.” He looked to each of us, then beamed. “Let’s go! She’s waiting,” he said. “History, I mean.”

I had my first one night stand in Miami [FM] (22F)

I met E on the way to the beach. He was so cute, with tanned, smooth skin, freckles, brown and blonde dreadlocks, light eyes. Gorgeous smile. He intercepted my cousin and I to ask for donations for children with cancer. He was instantly attracted to me, with my outgoing, bright personality, not to mention my cute lil petite body in a bathing suit. The way he was flirting with me, plus those psychological manipulation marketing tactics – I ended up donating 100$ 😭. I’m an empathetic sucker, what can I say. I was in too deep and it was a reputable charity, so money well spent.

Turns out, he liked how generous I was. He was so flirty and cute and from Puerto Rico and I was in Miami, so I gave him my number. The next day, my two friends and I decide to go dancing, and I invite him out. He texts me at midnight to tell me he is there. I read the text and excuse myself to go the bathroom (and find him, mainly). I found him almost immediately, drinking a water. He looked cute in his lil layered surfer boy laid back outfit. I was pretty excited to see this kind, bright, gorgeous person with whom I was very attracted to when I met him at the beach. It wasn’t just his looks, I loved his vibe.

Hot morning sex [FM][F30+][M20+][Blowjob][Slow fuck][Light BDSM][Sadomasochism][Interracial]

We started off the Saturday morning with non-sensual touching homework as directed by our therapist. It was my husband’s turn to receive and I [5’4″ petite Asian] enjoyed being the giver so much. I enjoyed hearing his quiet relaxing groans as I touched him. I was wet just from touching him all over and massaging every section of his body but not being allowed to touch his morning wood. I love my sexy husband so much [5’8″, solid muscular build], his face, muscular back, shoulders and arms. Good god, his buff arms make me weak sometimes. By the time I was done with the non sensual touching and I started touching his hard & thick cock, my thong was already damp to the touch. I don’t think we were supposed to go straight into sex after but we can never help ourselves.

The Tutor, Part Fifteen [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART FIFTEEN**

Playing it cool was a given.

The real question was, should I mention that Bridget and I knew each other? That would be the understatement of a lifetime.

It would be easier to sway Annabelle back to my side if I could tastefully cast my former rival in a more negative light, but it also ran the risk of my name being mentioned to Bridget when Annabelle let her know her services actually weren’t needed. If I omitted any relationship with Bridget, however, then how would I make myself sound better in comparison? Except, of course, for the fact that I was Annabelle’s top choice the first time around.

I was still in the midst of our phone call, so I had to make a snap decision. The former made for easier conversation, as long as I kept reminding myself that less is more. Keep it light, keep it friendly; there was no need to get into the old rivalry. “Hmm, Bridget?” I said, “I didn’t know she had any tutoring experience.” Like I was one to talk. But this was about making Annabelle doubt Bridget, so my nonexistent teaching history mattered less than *her* nonexistent teaching history.

Sexual dreams turned into a reality [MF]

I want to start off by saying my wife and eyes sexual relationship is pretty vanilla. I had a really erotic dream about a month ago. I was curled up in bed at the usual time usually get anywhere from 5 to 6 hours of sleep, and for some reason my brain had this crazy dream, in my dream all of a sudden I found myself in a threesome with my wife and another man it felt so real. I was taking her from behind while she was sucking off another man. It was very erotic. I woke up very hard and I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it as a man I find it hard to communicate. I know it’s a cliché, but I did end up texting my wife saying I had a dirty dream and she wanted me to explain it when I told her she was shocked. I admitted I liked it and I wouldn’t be opposed to trying something like that for the first time ever. She thought about it and we went ahead with baby steps. We went to the local sex shop and picked out a dildo. We’ve used it a few times in the bedroom, now sticking it to the wall, her sucking it, me, forcing her head down deeper onto the dildo as I fuck her. We’ve also tried the other way around she would be sucking me off, while the dildo replaces me. I really want to take this to the next step. I think I’m ready for another man to take place of the dildo. The only issue I foresee is finding a clean man who is respectful. It seems there isn’t many left out there these days and I’m not sure where to start looking but I’m excited for the future. 😀 feel free to reach out with any ideas or comments.

Whatever Jane Needs [FM] [FF]

**The Iphone**

While traveling last year I hurt my neck, I’m not sure if it was the long plane ride to the west coast or lugging around the 2 carry-on travel bags that at times weighed me.

Sitting outdoors catching up on some of my personal emails and texts I told Rick I didn’t sleep but two hours so hopefully it wouldn’t be a late evening with vendors. Depending on the size of the company they like to wine and dine you after the meetings, in hopes of getting your business.

“text me when you are heading back to your hotel Rick Texted” Okay I will I texted Back.

I thought to myself If Rick is wanting phone sex tonight it’s going to have to be a quicky because I really need sleep, Fuck I said, I could nap right here sitting in the sun.

Either on the phone or on facetime, Rick and I usually just start reliving some of our past sexual adventures and we can both get off pretty quickly other times we both describe fantasies we haven’t yet explored. I think this is our way of letting each other know our sexual journey isn’t over.

[F]irst time pegging a good boy

I believe I met this guy off of..doublelist? I don’t have it anymore because I wasn’t slick with it 😝

Anyway, pegging had been interesting me for a while. I think it’s the power exchange, the flip of tables. I’m not exactly a top and don’t consider myself one but every now and then I wouldn’t mind pulling a tight ass against my strap.

He was a couple years older than me but I liked that he was caring and respectful even without knowing me. He worked two jobs to pay for his Uni classes but found the time to tell me about how he’d be honored to be first pick as it would be his first time too. We exchanged pics and I discovered he was a slimmer guy. A thin and pale nerd with a totally doable dirty fantasy.

Needy as fuck

*this was originally written for audio and done full and sexy justice by another contributor; not sure whether the text version works at all, definitely not as powerful.*

You’ve got that feeling again, haven’t you? You’ve always got that feeling, you fucking little slut.

You’re insatiable. Checking out men on the street. Imagining what their cock would feel like inside you, their mouth on your cunt. And women too. I know you say you’re straight, but straight girls don’t rub their clits imagining going down in other women. They don’t send me desparate, needy little messages about how badly they need to cum.

You’re not straight. You’re not bi either. You’re just – what’s the word? Dirty. You’re a dirty, desperate little bitch.

Say it. Say it now. Go on. I won’t carry on talking otherwise. Say it aloud. “I’m a dirty, desperate little bitch.”

Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

And yes, I know. I know your nipples are all stiff, your pussy lips all swollen. Your clit all hard. You’d let anyone lick and suck it right now, wouldn’t you? Anyone at all. You’re such a filthy little slag.

The Swap Part 4 [M41M32F32F31][Foursome][Impreg][Interracial][Ulterior Motives]

Gianna woke up early the following morning with Jeremy’s arm still wrapped around her. His cock had slipped from her at some point during the night, and even now, his cum still dripped from her pussy. She gently lifted his arm, lifting herself to her feet, and tip-toed toward the restroom to clean up. Jeremy woke up shortly afterward and noticed the light coming from the bathroom. He rolled onto his back, placing his hands behind his head, which acted as a makeshift pillow, and reflected on the evening.

The smell of sex was no longer in the air, but her taste lingered on his lips. He wasn’t sure what he had expected or wanted to happen throughout the night, but spending the night with Gianna made the sexual relationship he had with his wife seem monotonous. The sex had become routine, and tonight was proof that it didn’t need to be.

A few minutes later, Gianna emerged from the bathroom, still naked and as beautiful as ever. She had removed her makeup, which revealed how naturally beautiful she was.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without makeup,” Jeremy said, gazing deeply into her eyes.