My wife, Carolyn and I have been married about 20 years now. The sex is there, but has slowed from our earlier days. Carolyn is about 5’4”, 36C tits, has the curves with a nice butt but not super skinny. Without sex at times, this led me to jerk more because of my libido. I was never into incest (so I thought) so I would never think of my daughter Jennifer (18)that way. Jennifer is a splitting image of my wife, just longer hair and maybe an inch taller. We were in bed watching TV, when a sex scene came on, we started to fool around. Next thing, we’re having sex. I always close the door when having sex, however, while Carolyn is sucking my dick, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, my door was slightly open. I saw Jennifer’s outline was standing there watching us.
I tightened her harsh, leather bindings…
Today, would bely a harsh lesson.
The red rose curvature bore within a smitten ensemble, as I stared unalarmed, yet fully aware.
This was a deeper red… Synthetic, yes, but foreshadowing my inevitable witness, extra care was taken to ensure this red radiated, all points seemingly vanishing into one another as the boundaries overlapped ever so slowly…
They shone with a natural damp, barely visible hue, but reflective the same as I studied them intensely, looking for a sign of how to handle this viable construct of perfection and femininity.
Her lips were one of a kind, and I’d always had to have them.
I pulled the harsh leather tightly, its raw resistance seemingly resentful across her soft skin as she let out a small wince.
Neither of us spoke of her murmur.
“Is it too tight?” I offered, my actions restricting my empathy more than the bindings themselves.
“No, never, Master.” She recanted, rejoiced. Even if it was, she would never tell me.
Our time abounded, unabridged and chaotic, while forever assailing this pedestal of night.
Carmen (Part 1) [MDom] [fsub] [FDom] [Group] [FMF 30s-40s]
Even among all the activity in the room, her silent and confident prowl draws attention of almost everyone. Short and curvy, with olive skin and large, dark eyes that seem to shine with fire and amusement at her surroundings. Her body moving beneath her black silk dress seems to hypnotise the men and women around her.
She makes eye contact with several women as she moves through the crowd, making one or two blush as she smiles and licks her full, pink lips. She does nothing to hide her desire, walking with an absolute confidence that comes from having seduced most of the women in the club at one point or another.
I turn my attention from her back to V, my partner, who’s on her back on a dais in the middle of the floor, being spitroasted by two friends as the wife of one of them sits on her stomach and twists her nipples with malicious glee. V catches my eye and raises one finger, reassuring me that she’s having a wonderful time. If it gets to five fingers, that’s her signal that she needs it to stop, and I’m ready to step in immediately.
What are your thoughts?
Sitting in my [boxers](https://i.imgur.com/4q9ETg2.jpeg), with a beer in my hand,
I explored deep in my heart, for feelings about my day;
And the harder I thought, the simpler answer I did land;
Man, I could surely use a really good lay.
Workouts are fine, and Netflix/Prime usually does the trick;
When I’m stressed or tired from the crazy workday swirl.
But not tonight, Redditor friends, for now, I know what I need;
A fun, sweet, curvy, and sexy girl.
BDSM, oral, kinky, or vanilla delight
What you’re into doesn’t matter, I’m an open-minded man.
So let’s go out and stir up some trouble tonight;
Tell me what you’re into and I’ll come up with a plan.
I don’t mind a one-night or meeting nonstop
We’ll drink some wine while dancing in the warm light.
If you like us, you’ll love it on the top;
, With a lot of moans, curled toes and orgasms all night.
I can travel or I can host
Tell me who you are and what you like.
I will promise you, I won’t ghost
Don’t you ponder whether we think alike?
Never Enough
A pitiful, frustrated sound leaves my lips as I think of you.
My bed feels so empty. Or more accurately, my body does. You filled me so perfectly a few days ago that just the memories are enough to flush my body with want. Three times you took me, only exhaustion and the late hour keeping it from being four.
You begging for a hug before I put my coat on turned into a kiss, which turned into you hiking my dress up, your hands seeking the bare skin of my ass to palm while your tongue slid over mine. My back hitting the counter thankfully broke the inevitable path back to the bedroom. You had already stopped me once.
It’s hard to breathe, thinking of how you came up behind me in the doorway to the bedroom after the second time, pulling me against you and kissing my neck on that perfect spot. The one that made me melt against you and moan. Then your arms were around me, palming my breasts, still sensitive from the worship you had gifted them. It was enough. I was on my hands and knees again a moment later, begging for more, the sensible thought of leaving forgotten.
In Broad Daylight [F42/M28] [first date] [exhibitionist] [female pleasure] [white lace panties]
A short piece about a super hot first date.
In Broad Daylight
It was so warm last Friday when we met for coffee… I was glad you suggested we go for a walk along the beach since it was such a beautiful day. Plus it gave me the chance to listen to your sexy voice tell stories of your travels… and your passions… your fantasies
It’s rare to meet someone who is so dashing and confidant as well as interested and engaging. You continually turned your attention on to me, asked me questions about my life and my dreams… my desires.
The sun felt good on my skin as we walked and talked, losing track of time and of our surroundings. We came to a wall and, feeling adventurous, climbed over it to discover a small cove completely isolated & out of view from the path… you offered me your hand and when our eyes met we both smiled the same, knowing smile.
In the heat of the moment
I threw the wand to the other side of the bed and sulked. I was so horny and self service wasn’t cutting it anymore; i needed to fuck!
It had been 3 years since I actually had sex, make outs yes, but i was so wrapped up in completing law school and having a boyfriend would be nothing but a distraction. And now after all that sacrifice i passed in flying colours and was all set to join the city’s biggest shippers as a junior legal consultant.
The table rang and i looked at the time. Shit, it was 4PM and i was supposed to be at my aunt’s house for their 35th wedding anniversary.
I quickly threw on my summer floral party dress with a deep deck that showed the curves of my breast but still left enough to the imagination and hugged those wide hips and curvy ass.
I arrived at the party an hour late, quickly found my aunt and uncle, wished them all the joy and continued happiness and shuffled away to the open bar.
“Whiskey neat and a bottle of cold water please”
Impromptu poo (M33,F34) [anal, public, poop (watching only)]
It was nearly three a.m. The party atmosphere had mostly quieted down, though there were still a few dozen people around the campfires near the fairgrounds entrance. Most were in drunken pairs, although there were pockets of loud midway girls, some still in uniform. The fires provided some light—as well as a lot of totally unnecessary heat; it had been ninety degrees (32°C) at sundown. But it was the last night of the festival; thus the huge party.
Anyway, Bella (F34) and I (M33) had met a few days prior and hooked up under one of the stages. I wanted anal and she did too, but under the conditions we settled for vag: hot, missionary, intense lovemaking. But now we were sharing a joint of some particularly potent weed and I wanted to cash in my butt raincheck. I pointed out a half-full bottle of olive oil knocked over on one of the few buffet tables still standing. Bella thought it over for a millisecond or so, then said yeah—why the fuck not?
[MF] My first time having anal
I [33F] started seeing Merlin [33M] a few months ago. We had good conversations and went out a few times for dinner or would meet up for board games. When we had sex for the first time it was a little awkward. We’re both very shy and hadn’t talked about what the other person likes sexually. It was still good; in fact, he ate me out like no man ever has before. (More on that later)
We kept meeting up, sometimes we’d have sex, sometimes we would hang out with his friends or just watch a movie. After 2 months of meeting like this, we were reading together on his couch one night and I let him read a chapter of the book I was reading. In this chapter, a dom punishes his sub by spanking her and making her count… you know how it goes. Afterwards he said, “It seems like the guy isn’t a great guy.” So I thought he didn’t like it and wasn’t into any kink, since we had been very vanilla to this point.
Backseat
Lily and Carlos had not played in a long time. Their affair had gone on much longer than either of them had expected and things had died down a lot. They didn’t work together anymore, and both of them had gotten much busier with work and life in general. She still wanted him whenever she saw him though, and thought that he might feel the same way , but there just weren’t as many opportunities. She still thought about their previous encounters a lot.
Today was another busy day, and when she got home Lily decided to try some new THC drops she bought to wind down. She took off her dress and laid down, scrolling on her phone until they kicked in, but she soon fell asleep. When she woke up a few hours later, it felt like her whole body was warm and pulsating like she could feel her blood pumping. She was wearing just panties and could feel that they were already a little wet, and she started to touch herself over them.