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[M]y Best [F]riend Part 2

Again, on mobile. Check my post history for Part 1. This one is shorter but it’s all still there.

I woke up before Emmy the next morning. My thoughts were swarming with what happened, what would come next, and with hunger. Unable to go back to sleep, I slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

I always liked cooking, so I figured I’d see what her parents had in the fridge and make breakfast for the two of us. I found some bacon and eggs and let the stove heat up while I searched for an apron. Definitely wasn’t going to burn myself with bacon grease!

Soon after I started, Emmy came into the kitchen. I stood dumbstruck for a minute by her naked body. I still wasn’t used to seeing my best friend that way.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“I’m a little sore from using muscles I didn’t know I had, but I slept so well. Did NOT expect to wake up to the smell of bacon, though.”

As we ate breakfast, we talked like two friends sharing a meal. We just happened to be nude at the time. It was surprisingly not awkward, but I couldn’t help taking glances at her. Read more »

Our first night together

When we started dating a few weeks back, we agreed on no sex for the first month. It seemed like a rational approach to dating responsibly and not just a hook up at the time. Two weeks in, though, and it was unbearable. You could practically smells the hormones when we were alone, using all of our self restraint not to indulge. Tonight is going to be extra hard. After cooking a nice dinner and watching a movie at your place, we agree that I should stay the night, justifying it by my long-ish drive home.

“How much are you ok with me taking off?” I ask through the bathroom door where you’re changing into PJ’s. I hadn’t brought anything to sleep in.

“However you normally sleep is fine,” you answer. I strip down to my boxers and get under the covers of your bed. I can smell traces of your perfume on the sheets, making it even more difficult to resist you. I try to position my legs so that when I inevitably get a hard on it won’t be a glaringly obvious tent pitched in your bed. You exit the bathroom in a long T-shirt that covers your waist and presumably whatever underwear you have on. You click the lamp off and get under the covers beside me, the only light now coming from the street lamp outside your window. Read more »

Alarm Clock [ddlg]

I opened my eyes slowly, and with a good deal of effort, as if they were stuck together from sleep. I could feel daddy next to me, vibrating a little as he heaved great big snores. Rolling over, I lanced at the clock on our bedside table. It read 8:30, and with a begrudging sigh I rubbed my eyes and sat up.

Once I had rubbed the sleepy out of my eyes, I gently put a hand on daddy’s side and shook him a little. “Daddy,” I whispered gently, just like my touch. No response.

“Daaaddyyy,” I shook him a little harder. The snoring ceased, but still no response. Sighing, I swung my legs over to the side of the bed and stood up. I knew what I had to do.

Tip toeing over to the other side of the bed where daddy laid facing, I tried not to make any sudden noises so as not to jolt him awake too suddenly. Daddy has certain rules about how he wants to be woken up. Read more »

Being a bull for couple [MF](40s-50s) as a young [M](20) and inexperienced college stud.

This happened a few years back in my sophomore year of college. I had just broken up with my first ever girlfriend who I had lost my virginity to and was browsing craigslist personals sections (RIP) for cuckold couples.

After talking with one couple for a bit, they offered to pick me up from my apartment near campus and take me back to their house to meet and play. I had been toying with this as a fantasy for a while but then when it could become a reality right before my eyes I was nervous and uncertain. But you know my horny ass said yes.

So they pick me up, I hop in the back row seats in their SUV and the wife gets out the passenger seat and hops in back with me. She really hit the nail for MILF image I was going for at the time. Blonde, petite but curvy (a little thicker ass/thighs) and a cute and young looking face as well. Read more »

Confessional

“I am listening.”

Eve sighed, shakily. She’d got herself here, in more ways than one. She glanced at the door and thought about leaving, but what would that achieve. She needed to face her issues, and this was the first step.

“There is no judgement,” the voice encouraged.

Eve peered at the carved wood to her left, behind which sat the priest. A small mesh disc was encircled by beautifully chiselled wood that had been adorned with different flowers and animals. He couldn’t see her which gave her some comfort.

“None at all?” she asked.

“None at all,” he confirmed and she was sure she could hear him smiling. His voice was deep and she imagined he was older than her, but he didn’t sound frail enough to elderly.

“I’m an addict,” she admitted, her words rushed.

It had taken Eve a long time to realise it. She wasn’t so much ashamed, and she’d never intended to stop until she’d got into a relationship. But now she saw temptation everywhere, and she needed to do this for her boyfriend.

“An addict?”

“Yes,” she said, and wondered if that was enough honesty. “Addicted to men.” Read more »

The Spanking [spanking] [BDSM] [D/s] [Dom/sub]

She tensed as the first smack fell on her ass. She squirmed, instinctively trying to get away from his hand, but of course she couldn’t: she was laying over his knees, dress flipped up, one of his strong hands holding her firmly in her places. Still, she continued to squirm and squeal with each subsequent instance of his hand finding its landing spot. He continued to spank her with a practiced ease and the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. A man who was in control, both of his emotions and of his woman.

“This will go more quickly if you stop that squirming, pet.” Another thwack made her ass sting.

“Mhmm” was all that she could force out as she felt that familiar warming sensation on her tush. Another smack and another involuntary arch of her back, pushing his target closer to his hand. Read more »