The Teacher’s New Groove [Bondage] [M/f] [Tickling] [Sex] [SPOILER:Voyeurism]

As I entered the empty classroom I found our teacher, Mr. Wilson, sitting at his desk. The reserved giant looked at me with a face of utmost seriousness, and I felt myself begin to worry as I sat down across from him.

Mr. Wilson: “This is bad Diana. You keep coming in late to my classes and when you’re there you’re too caught up in your own world to do any work. I don’t have any choice but to fail you”

Me: “Please don’t, my parents will kill me. I can do better, please give me a chance”

My pleading fell on deaf ears as the rugged mountain sat back in his chair. Is there no wonder why I’m so distracted, with such a pinnacle of a man stationed smack infront of everyone? Bo matter how hard I focus on my work, I can’t help it. My fantasies of having him just… throw me down and ravage my barely legal figure, like I’m noting but an object of his satisfaction. My clothes getting torn off of my young petite body, hot, ripe and longing desperately for the touch of his strong hands, already I grow hot just looking at this man, this beast. What I wouldn’t give to have him give me his all in a bed strong enough to carry it, assuming such a bed even exists. It hadn’t dawned on me how lost into my lustful train of thought I was until he snapped his fingers, jolting me out of my fantasies

[F] [M] My birthday surprise

My birthday present [F/18] [M/25]

It was the day of my 18th birthday, the day that I finally became an adult and that I could do what I want or rather who I wanted. I’ve always had this insatiable lust for older men as long as I could remember, and I definitely wanted to spice up this memorable occasion. With being home alone I decided to contact this guy I’ve met over a dating app, he was particularly one of my favorites, and I craved for him to finally take me. So I shaved, showered, and waited for him in bed with velvet ribbons. I also had my trustee pink vibrator beside me covered in my juices from a earlier climax. I gave him explicit instructions to find the key under the doormat, and to find my room through the darkness of night. It seemed that I waited there in my horniness for about an hour until I heard the front door close, and footsteps ascending the staircase. I could tell he was standing there judging by his shallow breathing when he saw my naked body.
In addition to the ribbon, a black blindfold was resting snuggly on my eyes, and I decided on wearing my favorite pink collar just for him.
Walking into the room I could get a small whiff of his cologne that I grew to like it was minimal but intoxicating enough to make me shudder.

Lick Quick – Ice Cream in the Pool [M/f] [brat] [D/s]

It’s hot as hell today. The heat index is expected to top out at a “feels like” temperature of 103°F. It’s miserable and sticky out; the humidity being the main source of the inescapable hot, damp air. It’s as if someone is spritzing a spray bottle over an erupting volcano, causing the muggy atmosphere to drown everything it touches.

We’ve been doing yard work the last couple hours. You pulling weeds from the flowerbeds, me mowing, weedeating, edging, and, finally, leaf blowing. I’m halfway through leaf blowing the backyard when you go inside. You come back out a few minutes later in a swim suit, carrying two extra tall ice cream cones. I try to wrap up quickly, watching you lick up the drops from both of the cones in your hands as they drip down in the searing sunshine. The view is hot for reasons other than the sun.

“That looks so good,” I shout over the leaf blower.

“They are,” you say, standing next to the pool, licking at the drips that are nearing your fingers.

Morgan’s Ovulation [MFM]

For Morgan, a sexy friend.

The term mysterious is defined as difficult or impossible to understand, explain or identify. If you spoke to nine out of ten men and asked if you could fuck thier woman, they would find that question difficult or impossible to understand. It takes a special man to allow you inside of his woman. It takes a one in a million man to allow you to breed his woman when she is unprotected. If you met Matty and Morgan you would never know the mystery behind this couple. A happy mid twenties couple transplanted to my city a few years back. Matty a former jock and multi sport athlete who has always had a underlying taste for the same sex. Morgan a vivacious medium height brunette with a sexual dark side and urge to please.

Crowded Bathroom Part 2 [mf][sleepover][quiet][sister’s friend]

The first part is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gj1rfo/crowded_bathroom_mf_shower_sex_sisters_friend/). Thanks for the support on the first part.

As I drove, I knew what I was doing was in stark disobedience to my sister Jane’s instruction. Ever since Jane caught Micaiah and I’s hookup, she separated us like bleach and vinegar. Micaiah’s visits to the house decreased and Jane wouldn’t leave Micaiah and I in a room together for ten seconds. As much as I wanted to see her and do the deed again, I had to cooperate with my sister. She had a bargaining chip above me; our parents. If I didn’t, in her words, stay away from Micaiah, she would simply tell our parents that we fucked in the shower. That was a wrath I did not want to invoke, and though at times I was tempted to bear their punishment so Jane couldn’t hold it over me, I was worried that they might cut me off from Micaiah. So, in the end, if Jane told me to leave the room, I left the room, and if Jane told me to get lost for the night, I did just that. The latter of which was her instructions for the night so she could have a sleepover. And that was just the instruction I was about to break.

Just. Don’t. Move. [MF]

One hundred thousand dollars. It was so much. Such an unbelievable sum, a life changing amount. I could buy a car, or hell even a house. A small one, but still. Six figures in my bank account would be so gorgeous.

All for one night.

What could he want that would be worth all that? And who could he be to afford it? Meeting an internet stranger was scary enough, but one that would pay that kind of money for a girl must be into something seriously fucked up. It made me wet just thinking about it.

Not panty drenching knee quaking levels of horniness. Well there was some shaking, but that was the nerves. More just a mild slipperiness, like the first drops of water tickling their way across the veins of a leaf. A momentary enjoyment that I could focus on if I so pleased. And I would, if I wasn’t also terrified.

It was such a simple message. $100k, one night. Interested? That part didn’t scare me. It was what it didn’t say that did.

Ex g[f] wanted one last fuck…with a Chewbacca [m]ask on

So at this point me and my ex had been broken up for sometime but we still fucked like 4-5x a week for about year on and off. We honestly just couldn’t get over how good the sex was. Don’t get me wrong it’s not like it was smooth sailing all the time we definitely got in to arguments about alot of shit. But the sex bond was very strong and we just knew each others kinks in and out.no judgments.

So after like 2 weeks of not seeing her because a huge fight we had, she sends a text.

“Hey can we meet later? I have a favor to ask”

I think to myself “ she wants to smoke or she wants some D” but I was unsure because of the fight we had previously.

“Yeah I’m down, but what’s up what u need help with?”

*ding*

Her response came back pretty quickly, and when I opened up the message and read it… to be honest I didn’t know if I should laugh or be turned on. Her message read: “I want one last fuck, but I want to wear a mask. But I don’t want you to judge me for the kind of mask”

[MF] [Cons] A Magical Night

His strong hands slowly explored her beautiful body. He caressed her belly and then began to work his way up. Finally, his hands reached her breasts. She didn’t have huge breasts but they were shapely and felt good underneath his fingers. He played with her nipples which made her sigh in pleasure. She was so young and so beautiful. At the same time, he felt her hands touching his scrotum, her fingers stroking his hairy testicles. His penis began to grow to an enormous size and it started to throb violently. He had never had such a huge erection in his entire life. She smiled at him, clearly impressed by his massive cock. He still couldn’t believe that he would have sex with this Turkish goddess in a minute. She was 20 and incredibly beautiful. He was sure that she could have had every young man at her university. And yet, for a reason he still did not really understand, she had chosen to sleep with him, a 56-year old teacher at a small college. His penis began to twitch more rapidly and he knew that he was close to ejaculating.

Expectation Part 2 Light Domination [MF]

Expectation Part 2

We both pull into the garage at the same time. We stand at our car doors and you look to me for instructions. “Go upstairs and shower. I have plans for you tonight, young lady.”

You smile and turn towards the door to the house. Still a little tipsy from the half bottle of wine you drank you know I’m following behind you. You leave a trail of garments for me to find as I climb the stairs to the bedroom. Your cum stained top, your lacy red bra, the skirt soaked through.

I reach the master bedroom and hear you in the shower. I find the tools I will need for tonight. Silk restraints, lube, vibrator, massage oil, your butt plug, blindfold….

I hear the shower stop and you pull your towel off the towel rack. I turn on one soft lamp in the corner. Enough light to see shapes but dim enough to highten our senses of touch.

Expectation Part 1 [MF]

Expectation Part 1

Kids are gone for the weekend, it’s just you and me and this big, empty house. It’s Friday evening and we’ve both worked all day. You’ve known we were going out tonight and you’ve been texting me alluring, naughty and suggestive things all day long. You know it drives me crazy and, being at work I can think of nothing but you.

You went out and bought sexy lingerie and you’ve been sneaking away from your desk to send me shots of your new purchases from the bathroom stall. Teasing me is playful and it’s doing the trick- I have an awkward erection every time I my phone vibrates with another pic or naughty text.

This time you want to meet at the restaurant downtown. A busy place, the food is amazing and we haven’t eaten there in awhile. It sounds good.

I arrive at the place, looking around, you’ve already found a table and are halfway through a glass of wine. You’re wearing a revealing top- I get to the table you stand up and press your breasts into my chest as you kiss me- a little longer than is typical for a married couple- ending with my bottom lip between your teeth. You smile slyly as you note my bulge through my suit pants.