Erica, sister #2, part 2 [Str8][Mf]

This story is about the rest of my night with Erica. Since I already covered a lot of the build up, this should be a quicker story. I’ll put the links to the first 2 stories in a comment, but I’ll do a quick overview too. I first dated a girl named Connie while in high school. Later, I started a thing with her younger sister Erica. Erica gave me a blowjob right before we went to a party that her sister Connie would also be at.

So picking up where part 1 left off, Erica and I left my house and went to the party at my friend’s house. When we arrived, the party was already started. We got inside and got drinks, and right away ran into Connie, who had been there for a while already. She gave us a look that said “I know what you’ve been up to, and I’m not super happy about it”. Sensing where that might be going, Erica and I went outside to distance ourselves. We spent some time outside in the pool and the hot tub. It was really nice hanging out with Erica around my friends. She got along with them all well, and we were having a good time.

New Beginnings: Part Three [Alien Encounter] [Interracial] [Boob Growth] [Giantess]

Adrian sat in the cold room. He stared at the one-way mirror knowing that the military personnel looking at him from behind it were debating on what they were going to do with him. Adrian smiled as he looked at it.

Two minutes ago he laid it all on the line. He told them about Solaria and how he met her, and that she had been in his house the whole time. He left out the other sordid details.

As he sat in the cold steel chair, he began to ponder on the options Solaria had given him. The moment they started to ask questions and drill him on the whereabouts of the alien known as Solaria. She had told him she could get him out of there in a blink of an eye.

Adrian had fun with the officers letting them know of her capabilities; at first, they doubted him. After making a pen disappear and reappear on the other side of the room, one of the soldiers drew his gun only for it to disappear and reappear unloaded with all the bullets missing a few seconds later.

This is what comes from texting sexy friends…. (Bdsm)(fetish)

The entire day before would be spent texting and chatting on the phone… sharing snippets of the day…. naughty promises…. the evening of our rendezvous arrives…. you attend the front desk of a posh hotel where a key is waiting at the front desk for your pickup. As you ride the elevator to the top floor…. you can’t help but squirm…. your knee high stockings rubbing against each other as your thighs clench…. this makes your pussy wet….. and you feel the gentle ache inside … waiting to be touched. The walk down the hall is a long one…. to the king suite at the end….. a corner unit decorated in soft colors and panoramic windows overlooking the nighttime city. Upon entering the room you smell the subtle scent of your favorite flowers….. and the undertones of my musky cologne…. knowing I have been there before you.

On the desk is a wine bucket with your favorite chilling. Two glasses on the tray stand waiting.  A small gift box next time the tray has an “open me” card on it. Inside you discover the special sweet treats that you didn’t know I knew you liked…. you had only mentioned them once in passing. …. on the bed is a box from a very exclusive retailer…. tied shut with ribbon. Tucked into the ribbon is a card…. reading it…. you find it tells you to shower…. shave… and prepare for the night ahead. You have been given one hour…..

Bedtime

The images that dance through her head as she waits for sleep to come are equal parts sweet and terribly dirty. This is her favorite part of the day, because her imagination gets to run wild. There are no limits, inhibitions, no societal standards to keep her from experiencing every sexual desire she could possibly have.

Her hand begins playing with her own chest, only in her mind it’s a man from her past doing the playing. Imaging his lips and tongue moving over her delicate skin. His hands grab, twist, and pull. Sensitive nipples erect and longing. His mouth eager as it moves from one breast to the other.

As his head moves down her stomach he transforms into her current love. Its his mouth she pretends is moving across her aching pussy. His lips and tongue instead of her own hand. Her thighs tremble and her back arches as the first bit of fire runs through her. No one can use their mouth the way he can.

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Being watched [SOLO][Voyeur] PT1

For like the fifth time this week, I get back to my apartment late a night and a Friday night at that. I knew I should have gone out with the guys, but screw it; I’m home now.

Finally, out of the stiff work clothes and fix a bit to eat, I start flipping through the channels on the TV, then shut it off and turn on the radio. As I sit there listening to the radio, I close my eyes and think about the cute chick at the coffee house; she always flashes me a huge smile when I walk in and is quick to take my order.

She is, heck, too gorgeous to describe because it couldn’t correctly convey how wow she is. Her body isn’t thin or too curvy; it’s just perfect. The way she wears her hair flows right over her sensual shoulders and down to her breast, OMG the chest draws me in. Her breasts to me are perfect, not too large and not too small but scream out, “Caress me NOW.” Her ass, I have never before seen an ass that says, “Spank me, please” before as her leggings leave nothing out, although I have never seen any lines before, so I often wonder if she goes commando.

Drippy Desire

Do onto me what wicked women do. Create your fantasy with exhausting desire while I watch. Loosening my tie, I become jealous carefully drawing pleasure in my mind. I pay close attention as you bend over in a chair full of glamour. Then, you sit properly with legs crossed as your golden robe gives away intimate secrets. I adjust rightfully so in a chair not far from your eyes. You smile at me, but I don’t trust you yet. Pulling on the reflective drawer you select a red hue that’s decorated with fancy words. I ease back wondering if this color is right, but I let you continue. Palms sweaty, I wait as you pull the brush out the glass tube like a sword. Could it be you are the princess, and I am the knight? No foolish of me to think you would put me in your sexual world.

A Public Lap Dance (and a little more) From My Wife’s Friend [Teasing], [MF]

The night began with a bachelor party. This takes place a few months before the pandemic; a friend of mine was getting married (the second time around) and wanted to host an epic bachelor party. To summarize, it was a fun time; there were guns, off-roading, a brief visit to a strip club, steak dinner and finally, downtown bar hopping.

The last bar of the night was a nightclub, where me and the other suburban dads were at least ten years older than the average clients. Honestly, by this point, I was tired, a little drunk and ready to Uber back home for the night. Not to mention we were fairly certain our groom left with a much younger woman from the club.

*Then, everything changed for me when Angela walked in.*

Angela is a mutual friend of my wife and I. At the time, they attended the same boutique gym and yoga studio together, bonding over post-baby fitness. Angela is a bartender at a small local cocktail bar, which Jade and I would frequent.

Angela is Latina, with long brown hair really cute brown eyes. My wife Jade is curvy, but Angela even more so full-figured. She’s got pretty large breasts and a very round, thick butt.

You can stay over but we are not having sex [fm]

It was a hot sticky summer day during my mid-twenties. I was sitting by the river running through a Mid-western city, enjoying blazing a joint while waiting for a tinder date.

Alex was a 25-year-old server. From her photos she was a petite brunette with perky b-cup breasts. She was rocking a fairly standard mid-2010’s hipster look with glassed, plaid shirts, and high-waisted jeans. Based off our initial conversations she seemed into design and fashion.

I am your typical dirt-bag climber. Slim body type without huge muscles but well defined shoulders, back muscles, and core. I have a solid v abdominal line. Messy dark hair and bright blue eyes. So of course I was smoking pot and screwing around on a long-board while waiting for our date.

We meet at a German style pub with big pints, pretzels, and wurst. She has a sardonic personality, the kind where she is a bit above the mundane of everyday life. I also learn she is indeed very into design, hates her job, and is moving away in a few weeks. Bingo! I key on the potential for a fun mid-summer fling with a defined end date.

Looking for stories about humiliation?

Erotica about humiliation is fairly easy to find, but I’ve been really interested in finding things more along the lines of stupidity?

Basically, I want to read stories about someone being made fun of for being dumb. Whether it’s at school or at work etc. I don’t care!

I’m just not sure how to find stories like that and would appreciate any leads or links! :)

Rubymoon Private Asylum (Part 1) [BDSM, MFT, SM, NC, Bondage, Bizarre]

“To put things simply, Dr. Smith, Rubymoon is a private asylum. From time to time wealthy patrons find it necessary to have one or more persons committed in a strict inpatient environment without the need to unnecessarily involve or burden either the legal or medical system. This is where we come in. For a fee that reflects both our discretion and the rarity of the services we offer we house these private mental patients and perform whatever therapeutic measures their patrons believes are most conductive to their mental health.”

“A private asylum?”

“Naturally we compensate all of our employees at a level commensurate to both the value of their skillset and the discretion we ask of them. If this is a non-starter for you we can end the tour right here.”

“No, no,” said Dr. Smith. “Now you very much have my curiosity. I’m quite anxious to see what you actually have here.”

“I’m so pleased to hear that the personality profile we ran on you was accurate,” said Dr. Desdemona. “I think you’ll be an excellent fit here.”