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A night to remember [D/s] [M/f] Public Humiliation

I woke up sleepily feeling the sun caressing my cheek. I looked over and smiled as I saw him sleeping. I softly kissed his back before climbing out of bed. Covering myself with my robe I licked my lips softly. My jaw ached from last night’s workout. But I couldn’t help but smile as I could still taste him at the back of my throat. As I walked into the kitchen the robe softly moved over the welts on my ass. Turning on the coffee machine I walked outside and grabbed the newspaper. I set it on the table and poured a glass of orange juice. When the coffee was done I set it next to the newspaper. I looked over the table. Newspaper, orange juice and coffee.

I began to cook breakfast. The smell of bacon filled the air as I heard his footsteps. He kissed me on my cheek and grabbed my ass. I winced a little but the pain felt good. “Mmm my good little kitten” he said before sitting down to read the paper. Read more »

[MF] The first (and most confusing) time someone got me to climax

Sex in and of itself is a mechanical act. Our drive for it resides in the same part of our brains that control our appetite, thermal regulation, and basic emotions. It’s the context that makes it either boring, traumatic, meaningless and pleasurable fun, or a world-shattering experience that leaves you nothing short of stunned and mute. This story is about how two of those outcomes melded together for me once upon a time.

The night wasn’t dark and stormy, but it was certainly gloomy and chilly. Branches were already barren and snow flurries lazily drifted in the sky, still deciding whether to fall or not. I was still trying to warm up as I entered the hotel room and locked the door. She was already waiting for me, reclining on the giant, soft headboard of the king sized bed in a skirt and knit cardigan.

“Hey!” I greeted her, taking off my coat. “You know, the last time I stayed at one of this chain’s hotels was like a year ago but they’re trying to pretend like they’ve been waiting for me to come back all this time on the card insert.” Read more »

Invasion [part one] [SCI-FI]

Kazaak was inspecting his nyarl raiders as his pilots prepared to jump into the earth’s atmosphere. Nyarl are a nasty bit of organic engineering. Shock troopers cloned from the DNA of the prince himself, though genetically degraded and not capable of using magic. They average 7 feet tall and 300 pounds of lean knotted muscle. They typically have black hair though many simply shave themselves bald. Their faces are somewhat deformed and covered in warts, pimples and rashes from incestuous use of the same DNA, bodies covered in scars from extreme training and regular combat. Wearing heavy armor and wielding a variety of weapons and gadgets they are the next best thing to full blown Vyikrean commandos.

Checking for perfect form in the mirror Annabelle Cortez was finishing her last set of backward lunges. She put back the 80 pound barbell she was using and grabbed a resistance band for donkey kicks. After 3 sets of donkey kicks on each leg she went straight to box jumps. Then an ab routine before she would finish with full body cardio. Read more »

The Pretty Manager returns the gift Part two

After working an 8 hour shift at the store knowing that Stacey pantys were drenched by my tongue made for a very distracted day but I had no F.U.’s.

Every time she walked past I swear I could smell that wet pussy and as she passed she was swaying her hips more than normal. This sweet and innocent young woman was making my day hard and wonderful by doing nothing but walking around and chatting with all the cashiers. She never engaged me in any flirting or even conversation so I decided that she must have decided me and her on her desk that morning was a bad idea.

5 PM comes along and Amy walks me back with the one cashier who was also leaving. Got back to the cash office and no Stacey. Amy noticed my look and comment Stacey left about 30 minutes ago.

Oh well I can live with being just friends and headed out to my car and headed home. I get home and walk into the apartment building and get to my apartment and unlock the door and walk in. Read more »

That time we fucked in a Croation corridor because we couldn’t get any privacy [FM] [F24, M27]

Preface – we are a madly in love 28F 31M couple, together for 5 years. This story took place about 4 years ago whilst on holiday with friends and is written by the female half. Enjoy!

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I sneaked another glance at him from through my eyelashes, and he wasn’t looking this time. I took the moment to study him appraisingly; his skin had turned light brown in the croatian sun and he had stripped off one of his self-style cut-off tshirts and thrown it carelessly on the wobbly mosaic-style table they had on the balcony. I looked over his broad shoulders and big chest, and the tattoos decorating them, admiring the generous amount of dark brown hair that was growing down his stomach and under his too-small bright orange shorts. He looked up at me just as I paused there, catching me staring at his shorts. His lip curled into a smirk, playful fire in eyes, knowing exactly what I was thinking. again. Read more »

An Interrupted Threesome [MFM]

I previously met a couple online about joining them for a threesome. We had talked and ultimately they were cool with it, on the condition that I would hook them up with nice alcohol (and by nice, I mean like $50+ bottles of tequila and stuff. I know, I’m probably gonna get attacked by some liquor snobs).

They were about 6-8 years older than me and had kids, so we worked around their schedule. One day, while their kids were at school and one was off/the other worked from home, I came by (with the “goods”) for the first time. John was about my height (6 ft) but more muscular (and tattoos) with really short hair. His wife, Kate, was a bit curvy (more thicc than anything) with nice boobs and butt and tattoos on her torso, which were hot AF, and even some brigh colored streaks in her hair. Read more »

Thoughts of you this morning

We’ve never met, but I feel as though I know you.
I feel as if I’ve always known you.
As in I’ve felt your presence wash through me often over time sensing a feeling of intimacy and comfort wrap around me like a favorite soft blanket.

I imagine many things about you:
The early morning sun across your peaceful sleeping face.
Watching you sleep, your breathing calm, your face relaxed and just oh so sexy.
Your hair tousled, knowing I want to reach out and run my fingers slowly through it

Your chest lightly dusted with hair, your abs still firm, your lovely snail trail disappearing under your boxer band, morning wood evident.
I imagine your eyes slowly opening and catching me watching you and rather than look away your whole face brightens and smiles back, our eyes meeting and both our smiles widening.

I imagine your hand reaching up and tucking my hair behind my ear and then moving to the back of my head and gently pulling me down to meet your lips.

A slow, soft gentle kiss to start. Read more »

[MF] Coming home to my roommate reading (IV)

I entered the apartment but didn’t see Amanda, so just put the groceries away and found her laying on the living room with headphones on. I loosened my belt and nearly called to her, but had a devilish idea instead and dropped to my knees silently, removing my jacket.

She was laying on her stomach reading “The Stranger” again, legs apart, when I laid on the carpet behind her and started to kiss and lick her inner thighs. At first contact, her hips jumped for a moment, shocked by my wet tongue making its way up from her knee, but soon settled back down, reading again.

She restrained herself, not reacting any further as I kissed my way up to her ass, by now knowing how much I loved forcing her to react to my touch, but couldn’t hold back a gasp when I started to bite her, dragging my teeth along her before clenching my jaw and sucking, giving her faint hickeys along her inner thigh. She squirmed when I did the same beside her pussy, right at the bottom of her ass, sticking my tongue out how she would when she’d deepthroat me to lick at the erogenous skin just beyond. Read more »

My Sister’s Best Friend [MF] Pt. 2

This story takes place about 2 weeks after the Bachelorette party. I literally could not stop thinking about that night. I never would have thought that night would have ended with my sister’s married best friend on her knees giving me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever received. I replayed that image over and over again in my head. Masturbating to the thought of it more times than I’d like to admit. I hadn’t spoken to her since the morning after which was just a brief hug and a goodbye before we went our separate ways. I obviously told no one that was at the party and I’m sure she didn’t either. It was our dirty little secret.

2 weeks had passed by and we had no contact with each other what so ever. We never really talked or met up unless my sister was there because she was the mutual friend. To my surprise, I received a text from her some random Friday morning. “Hey you! Mike & I (her husband) just bought a new TV. We were wondering if you could help us mount it on the wall, I know you’re good with that kind of stuff”. I work as an apprentice carpenter, and I’ve always been sort of a handyman. Her husband works as an auditor and doesn’t do much hands on work around the house. I responded with, “No problem. I get off around 4 today I could stop by after if that works?” “See you then!”, she replied. Read more »