unexpected BJ [mf] [bj] [oral]

Why is it so much light in here? I ask myself, opening my eyes, confused. Like usual, I am all wrapped up in the bedsheet, laying on my front, spread eagle in the centre of the bed with the pillows scattered all around me. This is strange I contemplate, looking around the room. It is a lot brighter than I was expecting. I sleepily turn my head to the bedside table, where my alarm clock is. Holy shit, fuck! It’s late.

I jump out of bed and immediately fall on my hands and knees since my feet are tangled in the bedsheet. This proves to be a good thing, in the end. It gives me the opportunity to find probably the only clean t-shirt in the house, under the bed. I take it out, smell it and, content that it still, vaguely, smells of laundry detergent, I put it on in a hurry, not even caring that it’s with the back to the front. I run through the bedroom door and burst through the, slightly open, bathroom door in a hurry to take the fastest shower in human history. I only manage to take one step inside when my feet freeze on the spot.

All good things come to an end…repeatedly [MF]

I know, been a while, what can I say, shit happens. First there was a death in the family and I had to deal with that, then once I started to get back into the swing of things at work, the world went to shit, and before restrictions got too bad, I made the ~~smart~~ ~~dumb~~ impassioned move to drive from California to Maryland to quarantine with the girl I was seeing, the one who originally wanted me to start writing things out. She’s finishing up her residency to become a doctor, so I didn’t want her to be alone in the middle of all of this shit. What can I say, love makes you do stupid things. Anyway, I’m finally finishing out this chapter in my life, then I’m going to move on to other parts, more adventurous parts. Why am I writing these out instead of telling her in person? She likes it, and seems to think I have a knack for it. There’s another reason entirely, but I’ll get to that eventually, maybe.

The Taxi

It was dreamy, the way you looked at me from across the dance floor. My heart skipped a beat to see you take off your ring and put it into your pants pocket. I had to take a long, deep breath to calm my tits down as I watched you stride over.

I turn away bashfully, but you took my hand in yours, and lead me to the dance floor. You turn to face me, hands on my waist. I feel your nose teasingly tucking my hair behind my ear, and then you gently bit my ear lobe. Your hands slide down my hips and cupped my buttocks against your growing erection. I purr in surprise, and when I looked at you, your playful eyes gave me the answer I sought.

Your hand never leaving my waist, we hurry into the taxi. A cheerful family of four smiled at us from the dashboard. A sleepy-looking driver confirmed the address, and drove us on our way while singing to himself. No sooner had we moved off, your hand slid between my thighs, prying them open. You nestled your face into my neck while your hand continued moving up my inner thighs. When your finger touched my clitoris throbbing hard against my thin panty, an explosive orgasm radiated throughout my entire body. You catch my moans in your mouth, and as you bit my lower lip, your fingers slid under my panty, and curled into my vagina. Your fingers expertly hit my G-spot, and my pussy juice flooded the car floor.

Tim discovers his step sister’s secret part 15

Part 15 Dad is informed.

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After relaxing for a short while, Alexa and Tim set themselves to right. Just as they returned to the main cabin, Tim pushed the Private button off. In 30 seconds, Candace was there, smiling and asking them if they’d like a luncheon.

Tim noticed the flushed face, the gleam in her eyes. He had a feeling that Alexa’s cries of passion had not gone unnoticed by Candace, and she had taken matters in hand, so to speak. Mmmmm, the idea that Candace’s hot body was in throes of masturbational glory while he was riding deep inside the heat of Alexa’s soft, buttery depths was most stimulating.

As Candace returned to the galley area to get their luncheon, Alexa leaned in and cooed to Tim, “She looks like she had some hot fun, thanks to my being so vocal!”

Tim whispered back, “Sure looks like that to me!”

Alexa’s mind was running, and she said softly, “After we’ve told you Dad everything, what do we do?”

Tim replied, “Well, we’ll probably return home, I get the feeling that Dad might have us stay away from the house for a couple of days while he deals with throwing her out.”

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Erotica gets me better than any cock

So as the title says, I’m seeking a talented wordsmith to titillate my lactates with some quality erotica, based on my fantasies. It’s simple: I give a prompt, and you use every last bit of your God-given talent to craft every spicy detail of the environment, character description and everything naughty in between.

Bring my sexy scenarios to life, make this kitty purr and who knows… you might just get rewarded. ;) So message now please, the more eloquent introductions, the better odds you get a reply boys and girls. Toodles!

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Don’t Call Me Sir [MF] [Public] [Humiliation] [Teacher/Student]

** This was entirely typed on a phone. Please forgive any typos.**

Hannah quickly finished her iced tea and hurried to the counter of the cafe to pay. She’d been so distracted by her pre-class reading that she’d failed to notice she was now late for her lecture. When she’d chosen the subject, “eroticism in literature” she had expected the content to be of a sexual nature. What she hadn’t counted on was her lecturer’s seeming delight in making an already salacious topic verge in pornographic.

After their second lecture, during which he happily admitted masturbating to Anaïs Nin as a teenager he had ask the class to find an erotic passage of prose to bring to the next class:
“Gentlemen! Bring me the writing that makes your cock engorged and your voice thick with lust. Ladies, I want what makes your cunt wet and ache to be filled”.
This drew shocked gasps and nervous laughter from the class, and the lecturer continued: “how can you complete a course on erotic writing if you cannot even admit it when you find a piece of writing erotic? This is not a class for prudes. If you are a prude please excuse yourself immediately. This is a class for the hot blooded, it is a class for lovers!”

My First Bull Experience[MFM] – TC20(7)

Hello readers! We are TC20, a married couple with alot of wild adventures to share. We have been swinging for almost 7 years now, and we have been married for 5 years. This particular story holds one of my solo adventures that i felt like sharing with you all.

Ovi has been a passive friend of mine for a very long time. We have never been really close, but we have hung and been around each others circle from very early age. He is a timid guy with a bit of low self esteem issues. He is 5’7 in height. Healthy built and curly hairs. He was dating Faiza who became a really close friend of mine from my first semester at university. We shared a lot of classes together and we just clicked in terms of interests and humor. She was one of the few people during that time of my life, who knew about my open relationship with Ria. Faiza is 5’2 ft tall, she has broad shoulders, a figure that looks healthy from far but gets curvier the more you get close. On first look, many people might not understand her appeal. But if you check her out properly, you will see what a bomb she is. Guys from our circle always joked about how Ovi could score a bomb like Faiza.

[FM] I gave my first ever blowjob in a hijab

My first relationship, with an Indian guy, lasted four months and we never actually got past the “making out and groping” stage – we never undressed or even sent nudes. When that ended, I began chatting to a guy in my class who had also just finished a relationship. He was the exact opposite of my ex – he was 6ft tall, athletic and muscular; a handsome white jock guy with a blonde quiff. My parents were (and still are) very controlling and it was difficult for us to get time alone but eventually one of our classes was cancelled so I kept this information from my parents and we began to get some alone time together.

That afternoon, we finished class as usual and he suggested we went go have lunch at a restaurant – I already felt guilty just doing that; it felt so illicit and forbidden. When we finished eating he asked me if I would go with him for a drive in his car up onto the moors. I was hardly dressed for the occasion, wearing my smart school clothes – trousers, a high-necked pullover, flat-soled sandals and, of course, a black hijab – but I was excited and I felt more than a little horny at the prospect. The idea of this toned college athlete taking an interest in me, a short, slightly chubby Muslim goody-two-shoes was intoxicating – that kind of thing just didn’t happen, so I agreed.

Blackmailing My Married Aunt (Incest | Taboo | Aunt/Nephew | Cheating | Blackmail | mf)

When I joined an online dating site, I did not expect to even find a good girl to date on there. It was a surprise when I came across an account that had a picture of my aunt. I became curious to find out if someone was using her photos or if she was online under another name. Then I decided to click on her profile to find out for sure.

The photos were all of my 45-year-old aunt named Mary. Some I never saw her post online because they showed off her large cleavage in low cut shirts. Mary never wore clothing like that around the family at least. The bio on her page said that she was a single woman who was looking for hookups and noncommittal relationships. The name on the account was Jessica.

After seeing the profile, I needed to know if this was my aunt or not. I created another account with photos of a man online. Then I created the profile before messaging the account I believed was my aunt. She replied within 15 minutes. The message said that the man I choose in the photo looked sexy. It was odd just thinking that my aunt said the word sexy about a man. She was normally a prim and proper woman.