A Dream Come True

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“FUCK you’re tight babe!” he growls.
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I can’t help but squeal, “it’s-”
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“HUGE!!”
He groans, “I love you”,
as his cock pounds my pussy.
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I moan back, “I love you too bby”,
right as he explodes inside me.

Never thought anyone would say that to me during intercourse, let alone mean it.

Basking in the afterglow with our warm juices,
I accidentally queef and say sorry,
but he’s laughing and starting to go towards my crotch anyways.

Others haven’t handled my noises as well, especially not in such a sexy manner.

His tongue and he are between my thighs,
licking my cum and his jizz from my super sensitive spot,
feels so damned good that tears of ecstasy begin to jiggle in my eyes.

No man I’d been with would be okay tasting himself in/on me, but he is.

Wetness from my slit fresh on his lips,
he comes up and kisses me,
my neck and face then my breasts.

No woman nor man had given my body smooches so sweet and kinky simultaneously. Read more »

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On the hunt [mm/f, rapebaiting]

I smile in front of the mirror, applying my lip gloss. I fluff up my hair, making it nice and bouncy. Recently dyed red, while blondes might have fun, redheads catch attention faster. And that is all I want today, attention. However I get it, it doesn’t matter, as long as I do so. I do a bump, rubbing my nose before going through my clothes. I think about a blouse, but I frown, I want exposure. So instead, I take the crop top. No bra, no need for that, hoping the air might be cool enough to help draw the eyes. Then a black short, very short and loose. I don’t need anything under that either. I don’t want anyone mistaking me for respectable, not tonight. I decide to take another bump, smiling at the slut in the mirror, sitting down to throw on some heels and then I head out. Read more »

[FF]riend-sitting

Early Winter 2019.

She’s been texting with this man who broke her heart and he just plays games with her, draws her close then breaks her heart again. It’s awful to watch. But she’s a big girl making her own decisions.

Last night she was supposed to spend the night with him, but he cancelled and then texted her repeatedly about how bored he was. What a guy, eh? She texts me and asks if I could come over and distract her so she doesn’t text him all night. Friend-sit, she called it.

So, me and my drugs and a board game walk over to her place around 7:30pm.

I let myself in.

The room is dimly lit. A bed up is made in the middle of the sitting room. My glasses are fogged. I can’t see properly but I can tell she looks hot, and tell her so. She’s wearing a black silk nightie and black high heels. Light make-up, hair done up. So alluring. She’s half into a giant bottle of wine…I’m wary of her vulnerability and a little concerned about alcohol and consent. So, I sit. We share some weed-infused maple hot chocolate and a joint. She tells me about the playlist of break-up songs that’s playing. We talk. We play Love Letter. I make her practically crawl into my lap when she gets to see my cards, and she loves it. Her hand slips into mine, or down my thigh. Her eye are smoldering. Read more »

Girlfriend Gets Jealous During a FILMED Threesome (MFF) (Full Story) (Open Ending)

Hey, guys, I have been working on this story on and off for the past 8 months. I hope it’s going to be worth! As always I am open to feedback!

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The moment was finally here! His biggest fantasy was about to become a reality. He was about to get in the same bed with his girlfriend and another woman. Although he had been picturing this for a long, long time and he had played it in his mind hundreds of times he had a moment of hesitation whether he should go through with this or not. It was probably his last chance to back off. This was a crucial moment for his relationship with Amy. It could save their relationship or it could put a start to the end. He knew pretty clear that he wanted Gina more than he wanted Amy. He couldn’t help but glance at Gina more than he wished he was. His excitement was mixed with guilt. Read more »

Pet Play for Lovers – James has a bad day [M/F]

James arrives at home much later than usual. His Sweet Girl Maggie hugs his leg tightly feeling relieved that her Greatest Love is finally home. He’s never failed to return before but the thought of it is so scary that poor Maggie can’t help but worry. James smiles warmly and pats Maggie’s head softly before turning his attention elsewhere.

Oh no! Maggie knows something is wrong because James is always so happy to be home. With great concern, Maggie watches James closely to get a feel for the problem. Read more »

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Categorized as Erotica

I fuck me

Try to imagine this. First I clone myself but as a guy. It is not be a perfect clone because I would have a cock. My cock would have to be about 8 or 9 inches, long,thick and heavy. It will have to stretch me quite a bit, so this science fuck me experience would be fun and climatic. I think the clone part is crazy to imagine because it would be me. I smell good so the he/me would smell good, be my height and build. I now get fucked by me. (this is so weird to type ) anyway, I see me standing there and I look hot, I see my pussy from a different POV and I look down and see my cock thickening, rising, twitching a little. I look so good over there pussy getting a little puffy. I reach down and grab this strange cock and feel it growing. I also feel my pussy getting so warm and wet. It is aching to be filled. My cock is throbbing and I want to experience the feeling of entering my pussy. Fuck me I say….I head over to me with hard cock in hand amazed by the feeling between my fingers and how my cock feels when I touch it. My pussy is dripping, my legs spread, my cock aimed precisely, I place the tip at the entrance and I push. I can feel my pussy wrap around it the tightness is awesome, this feeling of pussy around my new cock is sensational, I scream as this big cock enters me, the size more than I can take I push my cock more my pussy stretches more, I scream, I moan, I cum, I cum, I cum, I cum…..

[MF] She showed up at my summer job…

There I was, years ago, home from sophomore or junior year of college for the summer, working for a few months at my old high school job at a retail / convenience store. School was about three hours from home. The girl I was seeing, off and on, lived closer to my home than she did to our college, but still about an hour away. And we weren’t in regular daily contact over the summer.

Ok. There I am, stocking shelves in an extremely attractive retail style vest, probably counting the minutes until I could go home. Suddenly I hear footsteps coming down the aisle, I look up and… it’s her. I had no idea she was in town, but she knew where I worked and this wasn’t an accident.

How did I know it wasn’t an accident? Well, she wasn’t in the kind of makeup and clothes she liked to wear out at a bar, but it was also not what you’d put on just for a trip to pick up cotton balls and razors, if you’re following me. Makeup and a nice tan and this tight brown top with a deep v with a ruffle… Read more »

Taking Care Of [M]y New [F]riend

Owing to the current situation we’re all in, the inability to write new stories has me thinking of some of my past stories. This story, took place last year when I was meeting my friend Liz at our college’s library. Liz was in her junior year of college whereas I had already graduated a few years prior. When I came to meet her, she was with her friend Alyson whom I’ve never met before

To better paint the picture, Liz is Peruvian, olive skin, about 5’3, slim with one of the best assess I’ve seen. She knew it as well, as I swear, I’ve never seen her in anything else but black yoga pants and some tank top. On the other hand, Alyson was about the same height as Liz, thinner, petite, white skin, a really cute face with some of the most kissable lips, and was Hmong (yeah, me too, I had to google that when she told me that). Alyson also did some modeling (nothing serious) and had a great sense of style. I myself am about 5’11, 160 pounds, fairly fit, brown skin, glasses, with a light trimmed beard Read more »

The Future is Feminization – Part I

History books and classes are such faint memories that they feel like something I came up with in a dream. The world changed so suddenly that we seemed to collectively forget about all the little things we did everyday. All of our routines, our celebrations, our passions were swallowed up in an effort to resist fate. But fate has a habit of getting what it wants.

Seven hundred years ago humans made their first steps on Mars. A century later the planet’s rust red was replaced with lush green fields and forests and dotted with sprawling, gray metropolises. We gradually spread out further and further until the whole solar system came under our grasp. Those of us on Earth lived luxuriously, reaping the rewards of an empire of eight worlds.

Eventually it all came to an end. The galaxy was engulfed by solar fire, destroying all of our technology and leaving each planet to fend for itself. Decades of revolt and tyranny ensued but eventually things stabilized and we managed to rebuild. The crisis was a distant memory by the time of even my great, great grandparents. Still we had a small unit about it every few years in school. The story always fascinated me. Sometimes it kept me up at night, and I would go to my window and look at the stars, wondering what Martian culture was like so long after we were cut off from each other. Read more »

Married trophy wife initiates affair [MF] for the first time with artist mentor.

I’m an artist. I mostly make oil paintings. I teach one-on-one lessons on the side both to give back to the art community and to make some extra money. About a year or so ago I met a guy named Rob at one of my openings. Rob is in the movie industry and turned out to be an enthusiastic patron of the arts. He eventually ended up owning three of my paintings and hired me to give his wife private painting lessons. Yesterday something unbelievable happened and I had to write it out.

The sessions took place at Rob’s residence in the guest house by the pool. The place was very nice. Beverly Hills, North Rexford Drive, gorgeous neighborhood, and his wife matched the setting. Jen was a surprise to me – her husband, although nice, seemed habitually disheveled and lacking in style. Where Rob was dumpy and inept, Jen seemed sophisticated, active, and hip. She was a stay-at-home wife who spent most of her time reading and working out. Recently, she had developed a keen interest in the fine arts and was excited and enthusiastic about learning how to paint. Our first few sessions were purely professional. We went over materials, basic technics, and a little art history. We definitely had chemistry and we were laughing quite a bit. There were a few moments where we locked eyes a little longer than we should have and I think we both knew it. Read more »