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Untitled Poem [M/F][Mid-30s][vanilla, humour, long distance, imagination]

Did you feel my foot
Rubbing on you, last night?
Zero one sixteen
Oh when, six ten
If you uh. Know what I mean

I was laid back flat
Right-legged-bent-flat-foot to left knee
And I felt (swore I felt) flet your lips nibbling me

Grabbed my phone, stared at your name
Wet anticipation, hoping you’d do the same

Actually lifted my head, pretended to see
What I felt (really felt) your beard, and lips on such sensitive parts of me

And my foot, if you had been
Quite exactly
In that way
On top of me
My foot went numb.

My foot went numb and my foot would have been
Where your rib cage could have been

So, My Darling,
Man with features I’m respectfully addicted too…

Did you feel it?

When my foot, fully numb
Traveled precisely to
Perfectly perfect places on you
I once shyed away from

Lollipop girl [M53/F37] (MF, oral, cheating)

She’s (F37) as empathetic as anyone I (M53) know. She’s also as intelligent as anyone I know. She is scientist—an expert in her field, as it turns out, and a much sought-after expert.

There’s no point in denying that she is incredibly _sexual_; men sense it. Women too. She is sexy, true. But she is also an inherently sexual being.

Once she cheated on her husband with me, and I cheated on my wife.

In the hotel room she was daddy’s good little girl for a few hours. On her knees in front of the big comfortable chair, her head between my legs. Her pretty hair in my lap.

My cock in her mouth, her tongue on my cockhead, licking and sucking and tasting it like it was forbidden candy.

She murmured and purred and I stroked her hair. She gently fondled my balls. She was not a professional scientist that afternoon. She was a sweet and submissive girl for me.

My fantasy is simple: I want that again. She enjoyed giving me the gift at least as much as I enjoyed receiving it. I need to have that again. And not with the next available willing woman. With her.

I [M] had sex with a SB [F] in my ex wife’s dress.

I (M) had sex with a SB (F) in my ex wife’s wedding dress.

After my wife left, I went a bit crazy on hookup apps and sugar baby sites. One sugar baby was spending the weekend with me (we ended up dating after) She was looking around the house and noticed the wedding dress in the closet. I think the ex wife left it as an “F you.” She was holding it up to her body and comparing their sizes. I got turned on a bit and told her. She was a little shocked but suggested we fuck in it, but then said she was just kidding. I was real hard and a said, no let’s do it. She put it on but had to rip it a little to get it to fit. She was slightly bigger and taller than my ex. We went at. It was the hardest I’ve ever been and my best cum. It was the taboo of it that was exciting. Afterwards I threw it out. Now every year when I see the memory posts I’m tagged in at my wedding I have a better memory of that dress.

The Box [M|F|mid-20s][masturbation][anal][perhaps some magic]

Katelyn found herself sitting up in her bed and staring at her bedroom closet door. She stashed *the box* atop a few shoe boxes in the back of her closet and she found that she had been thinking about it more and more every time she used it. Her limbs felt heavy. Her bedroom was inked in grey shadow. The light of the streetlamps outside seeped in through her blinds casting faded horizontal slits across her room. She reached over to her bedside table and checked her phone. She stared at the screen, blinking slowly. It was 2:44 in the morning. She let her phone slide from her fingers, and it fell back down the bedside table with a dull thud.

The box in her closet was a plain wooden crate, old, battered, and covered in countless faded shipping stamps. It was, for the most part, an unassuming box. It was the contents of that box that kept her up at night.

Her nightshirt was bundled up, twisted around her waist, and the fabric clung uncomfortably to her skin. Read more »

I rode my b[f]’s face thinking about my ex

We arrived home last sunday and I needed to get some lick in my pussy. I have been wet all day long.

I put my bf on the bed, lifted my dress and just sat down on his face. From the beginning I started thinking about my ex bf liking my little pussy. After some minutes I had an amazing orgasm. I can’t remember if I said some names, but I hope I didnt.

I felt dirty, but felt awesome.

A private audience (FFMF)

The most beautiful sight filled the room as the Master stepped in – her big titties moved seductively under her tight gothic outfit, her eyes dark with anticipation. There were three slaves before her, each one as different from the last. The first was a thick emo girl, her long black hair contrasting against her pale skin. She trembled with anticipation at her Master’s touch. The second was a skinny punk girl, her attire teasingly revealing tanned skin and pierced nipples.

The third slave was a handsome muscular man with no body hair. He was naked and on his knees, his eyes fixed on his Mistress as she approached him.

The Master took control of the scene, ordering the three slaves to perform erotic acts on each other while she watched. They started by exploring each other’s bodies, marvelling at the curves and angles of each fleshy peak and trough. Then, the man entered the thick emo girl from behind, his powerful thrusts sending ripples through their bodies and drawing out moans of pleasure and pain. As he moved faster and harder inside her, their fluids began to mix, creating a slick and slippery layer that only increased the pleasure of their connection. Read more »

Entwined [FM] [Mid-20’s] [Slow build] [Vanilla] [His first time]

The door shut behind us with a soft click, muffling the laughter and music inside to a murmur. Outside was a stark contrast to the revelry. The expanse between the houses was open and dark. Distant lights glowed yellow down the valley, sharp in the chilly air.

“You ready to go?”

I finished buttoning my coat and nodded. Stuart was made of hardier stuff, or else it was pure stubborn bravado preventing him from wearing a jacket. He offered an arm and I gladly wrapped myself around it, tucking my hands in for warmth and letting him guide me. I would have stumbled in the darkness, but he had no problem finding his way by starlight. He’d gone between the two houses so often I’m sure he could have made it blindfolded.

Paisley ran ahead of us and quickly disappeared into the dark. She knew the way even better and would be waiting for us at the front door.

A gust of wind made me shiver closer to Stuart’s arm. “Jeez it’s cold out here.”

He chuckled. “We could run it?”

“I’d probably turn an ankle,” I giggled back. “Let’s get there safely and I can warm up inside.” Read more »

Breeding from the girl’s perspective (FM)

I lay on the bed, my body trembling with anticipation as I waited for him. He was tall and handsome, with stubble and a mischievous glint in his eye as he entered the room. His large cock was stiff and ready and I could feel my desire burning within me.

He pushed me onto the bed and kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue while his hands roved over my curves. His touches were electric and I let out a soft moan as he cupped and kneaded my flesh. We moved together, lost in the moment as our passions built up and filled the room.

He moved between my legs and entered me with one long, rough thrust. The sensation was exquisite and I felt myself rising to a dizzying height, surrendering completely to his sensual assault. “Take me,” I muttered in a breathy voice, “Fuck me hard!” Our moans and cries joined in harmony as he thrust into me faster and faster, pounding my cervix with each powerful stroke. I gasped in pleasure, wrapping my legs around him as I felt my body quake, pushing past its limits and inviting him deeper. Read more »

MORE raw random breeding (on the train this time!) (MF)

It was a steamy Thursday evening in June, and the Amtrak train was bustling with activity. A man in his late twenties stepped onto the train and scanned the crowded carriages for an empty seat. His eyes landed on a solitary figure in a corner of the carriage – a woman in her early thirties with soft curves, big breasts, and long blonde hair cascading down her back.

They were strangers, but something wild seemed to be passing between them which they both recognized. Without any words, the man took a seat across from the woman.

The Amtrak train picked up speed and the two strangers locked eyes. They were both feeling the same thing – a deep, insatiable desire. The man grabbed the woman’s hand and pulled her towards the bathroom. Her heart beat faster as they walked towards the small room that could barely contain their intense longing for each other. Read more »

My GF caught me jerking off to her friends. And gave me a helping hand! [MF]

There’s the whole cliche about being caught with cock in hand and it turning into a wild and rampant sex session. I get the appeal of this but it’s something that has always struck me as being purely fantasy. I think most people would find walking in on someone hammering away at themselves awkward at best and outright unpleasant at worst.

I’m this first as it’s important to know that I was in no way TRYING to get caught. This wasn’t a risky jerk and I wasn’t being deliberately unsubtle. I indulge in my ‘me’ time when my GF is either out, or asleep. I’ve never deliberately done it as an act of provocation.

I masturbate. A lot. I have a much higher sex drive than my GF which I have no problem with, mostly distracting myself by jerking my way through every conceivable moment she’s not around. To just about anything. Porn. People I find hot. Even coming on here and reading other people’s far more exciting stories.

I’ve been doing this for years. She knows I masturbate – I’m pretty sure there’s not a female out there who doesn’t assume guys do! – but it’s not something we’ve discussed. She’s just happy I’m keeping myself happy. Read more »