My BFF

“Are you crazy?! I will never have a hard on for you! You’re my BFF!”

When I saw the look she gave me, I lost all confidence. Julie had been my BFF for two years, ever since I had met her in the company I was working in. She was a very discrete and sensible employee, always dressed in a classy fashion. OK, maybe I had fantasised on her once or twice whilst jerking off, but she really was not my type: lovely little curvy redhead, when I prefer them tall, skinny and dark-haired… She was quite cute, and really funny, but I was thinking of her like a sister.

Julie and I were back from a night out with friends in a bar in Oberkampf, and she had offered to spend the night at her place, as I was living well outside Paris at the time. I had stayed with her numerous times without anything “strange” happening… I can’t remember how the discussion had begun. I think I had started to talk about Franck’s new girlfriend, with whom I had spent the night talking – right, OK, flirting. Quite a stunner! Back at the apartment, Julie made fun of me, mimicking me gawking at the girl. We then spoke about my type of girls, and she talked about her type of guys – which I clearly wasn’t. She then told me, with a mischievous look, as we were sprawling on the couch:

[FM] Sorority Freshman gets a ride back to Campus

One of the best decisions I ever made in my life was getting a dog during college. Not only do I love him but putting him in my Tinder photos helped me out a lot.

I was sitting bored in class late one afternoon the fall of my senior year when I said fuck it and loaded up Tinder. I swiped thru for awhile and eventually matched with an 18 year old named Lauren. Lauren didn’t have the most relieving pictures up but she was blonde and had a cute face. I message her some witty pickup line and she quickly responds with a couple laughing emojis and my favorite message to read

Lauren: “I love your Dog by the way! I miss my dogs so much but they couldn’t come with me to college”

Me: “Thanks. He is the best! He loves to play an meet new people. I’m sure he’d help you get over missing yours”

: “Haha well I’d love to meet him.”

*fuck it. Might as well go for broke*

:”How about tonight?”

Clementine (Part III) [MF] [Teacher/Student] [Agegao] [Older Man/Younger Woman] [Virginity]

*“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”* Lawrence groaned, drilling his face into Brielle’s mouth. It was a Friday, three weeks into their little arrangement, and he was standing up and holding her by the back of the head so she couldn’t move. His cock nearly disappeared completely under her full head of hair down her throat. She moaned and gagged, clutching his legs. He eyes were watering and tears were rolling down her cheeks–this is the farthest he’s gotten it down since they started their little thing Monday.

*“I’m going to cum.”* he groaned, thrusting a few more times before holding his cock and shooting cum down her slender little throat. His eyes rolled up in euphoria.

A few moments passed and he was breathing heavily there. She tapped his leg and he pulled away to fall back into his desk chair. She sat back on the ground, swallowing a mouthful of hot and fresh cum. Some had leaked from the corner of her plump lips. She used the heel of her hand to wipe it then lick it up. “Thank you, sir.”

Thank you.

Laying on the bed. 

Sweaty from fucking.

Your pussy feeling tender and swollen from having it fucked in every position you could think of, laying there sticky and wet between the legs still.

Your clit near numbness from having it slapped, sucked on and licked.

Your ass cheeks are reddened with spanks, bites.

You look to me and see me laying there, You touch my cock and you feel it hardening just by the slightest touch of your finger tips. the long light brushes against the shaft making my erection full again.

 

“I want to make you cum, as many times as you made me”

you put your head on my stomach and grab onto my cock. 

slowly sliding your tongue around the head you feel me throb in your hand. 

“Mmmm, you taste so good with my pussy all over your dick”

you lick both sides of my cock and take me into your mouth. your head lowers down my shaft until you feel me at he back of your throat. you hold it there for a moment so you can move your tongue side to side under the shaft of my cock.

[F4M] Texas Flight Attendant and Exhibitionist Reveals Her Layover Masturbation Fantasy [masturbation][exhibitionism][flight attendant][orgasm][striptease]

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I am a real Flight Attendant for a Major US Airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an admitted exhibitionist, addicted really. My acted-out fantasy, my passion, is stripping from my uniform, dancing naked, and then masturbating to orgasm while being watched by a man or even a group of men if I can arrange it.

As a new hire flight attendant, I started out masturbating on my layovers for male flight attendants and pilots on my crew. As my confidence increased, I got bolder and, on one flight, even entertained my pilots while on my rest break with a visit to the cockpit on the long all-nighter to Europe.

I had only been to the cockpit twice before on international trips and found the pilots to be very nice. I was, admittedly, flirtatious with them as they were with me. I got the impression they enjoyed the diversion of having a pretty young flight attendant visit them on the long flight. We got into some turbulence and I teasingly said something about feeling my boobs shaking.

My Maryland Girl

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We lived six hundred miles apart. And that only made the desire stronger. I wanted her. Her and her vibrant red hair more than anything in the entire world. To be held in her arms. Her smile, her warmth. We met on a dating app. Honestly, I hadn’t known I set the mile radius so far. I lived in North Carolina and she lived in Maryland. I assumed that every girl I was matching with was local, if I had known she lived far away, we probably would have never gotten to know each other. I remember when we matched. She was beautiful. Her body was so thick, she seemed so soft, and her curves looked sculpted by a perfectionist. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her, and feel her arms wrapped around me. It started off with light flirtation, complimenting our hair, our eyes, our laugh, but it soon turned into sexting.

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Categorized as Erotica

Muslim [F] 20. Meter Man, Thanks, Apologies, Nude In Pool

First of all I want to thank everybody for all the comments and messages about my post yesterday. Secondly, I want to apologize. I really intended to answer them all but I became overwhelmed. There were so many. I read them all but it just took too long to answer. I am sorry.

I really appreciate all the kind words of encouragement. They inspire me to try to do more. There were some great suggestions, some of which I will try. I was really surprised by the number of people who said they masturbated while reading about my experience (mostly guys but a couple of girls too). To be honest, it felt kind of weird knowing so many people were doing that well thinking of me but, as one girl told me, the best compliment is a hard cock. So, thank you for the compliments.

A number of people said I had to push myself to get out of my comfort zone and really explore all the mixed feelings I am having. One girl, who has gone through similar things, told me she sets little goals and then only masturbates when she has achieved them. An orgasm can be a motivating reward. That’s what I did today.

The Nurses, Chapter 8 [NSFW]

Though Adam and I had decided to be official, we wanted to take another week or two before telling everyone. We knew that once we came out with it, people would be projecting past stories and opinions on us like crazy and we just didn’t want to deal with it right now.

Rob in Radiology had dated a Doctor from the peds floor and they were hot and heavy, told everyone, couldn’t stop posting photos together to Instagram. Then they had an awful breakup which ultimately led to the female Doctor transferring to a different program, at a different hospital. “Don’t be like Radiology Rob” was a saying in our hospital which meant don’t dip your pen in the company ink. Hell, I’d even said it to a nurse a year ago about dating a tech.

We were sitting on Adam’s couch one Monday afternoon—one of our very few days off amid the COVID drama—and I was drinking iced tea. The windows were open and the sunlight was shining in on us, warming our skin and giving us much needed brightness to contrast our rather dark work days. I was reading something on my phone, leaned back on the couch, my feet in Adam’s lap, soaking up every moment of this peaceful and happy day. I looked up and Adam was holding his phone up, pointed at me.

Company Ink Part 2 (Cheating)

After waking up the next morning, Amber thought it was strange that her fantasy drifted off to her coworker. She started to get a sense that she has wanted him for awhile, but never realized Allen was available. Her thoughts started to wander off thinking of what could be. Her thoughts started to plan out what she was going to do with her new fantasy. She made up her mind that she was going to act on it. Amber knew it was a bad idea, but she didn’t care. She got up and started getting ready for the morning. She decided she was going to act normal for right now and find out a little bit more about Allen.

She dressed in her usual conservative business attire, packed her stuff up and left for work. She arrived at work at her typical time. Nothing out of the ordinary. Started doing her daily work for a couple hours, eyeing the people walking by her open door, checking for Allen. Her office was right next to his, but she felt weird for going over there for no reason. She heard his words through some business conversations. They were both QA analysts for different departments so most of their work focused on checking over reports and preparing their findings at the weekly meeting. No news was always good news.

The Sea Nymph’s Embrace [MF] [nymph] [handjob] [sweet] [teasing] [slight femdom if you squint]

Lysander’s eyes opened slowly. He didn’t know where he was, but he could feel that he was weak. Extremely week, to the point where he couldn’t move his arms or legs without it hurting bad, like a burning sensation in his limbs. Unable to move that well, he looked around at his surroundings instead.

The young man was on a beach of some sort, with his back propped up against a big rock of sorts. Maybe for support. He knew he had to have been moved here by someone else, while he’d been out cold.

But what surprised him was that his clothes were gone. Well, not on him. The fine cloth and bronze armor of a nobleman’s status. were to the side, a few feet away, wet from the ever changing tide. He tried to reach for them, but it was all in vain. Accepting that, he sat there, trying to get the dizziness out of his head and think about how he ended up here.

A few minutes later, something plopped out of the water and his questions were answered.