The quiet ones surprise you the most [FM]

I remembered Cole (26M) as a shy, sweet boy from my (26F) school days. In my memory, I always thought he was good looking. He was quite slight, around my height (5’5″) back then, wearing nerdy glasses. I’ve always been drawn to innocent looking guys, but never expected much, coz they were too shy to make a move. 

We reconnected recently, and seeing Cole so many years later reminded me of how I had a small crush on him back in the days, and how that small crush blossomed into full blown attraction now. He still had those glasses, but his facial features have hardened a bit, and he really filled out into his slender 5’10” frame, with broad shoulders that tapered into a slim waist.

I was pretty sure Cole was flirting with me whenever we went out for drinks, but he never actually suggested anything or made a move, so I didn’t think too much about it. 

I spent over $3000 so I can feel like a worthless slut [MF]

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My husband and I are happily married, in a hotwife marriage. We lead a modest lifestyle. Certainly nothing lavish, but more simple and straight forward. We both make a fair living, and we try to save when we can, but splurge here and there. So spending over $000 to get fucked during just one night is definitely a splurge.

Just recently, my husband had a business trip, on which I tagged along. Typically we like to extend trips like this, so we can have a playdate with a stranger in a new city. His work pays for the majority of the trip, so it helps with the overall costs. So for fuck dates like this, we tend to splurge and go all out. But not for dinner or a show, but for me to get bloody primped and pampered, to get prepped to get brutally fucked by a guy I hardly know.

See, I’m a girly girl. I love the pampering, the relaxation, the feminine nature of all this. I feel proper chuffed at my own preparation. The luxurious treatment and tranquility is only contrasted by the brutal pounding and moaning that awaits me in only a few hours.

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The story is called ‘Working with daddy in the kennel’ and it’s on pornstories.com but I’m more interested in the way the girl is a slut and the writing is so horny. Not too interested in the beastiality and other stuff but I’ll take whatever.
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Primal domination part 1 [Mf] [dominance] [sub]

There was a strange feeling blooming inside of her when she glanced over her left shoulder at him. There was something about him tonight and she couldn’t look away before finding what it was. Was it his newly shaved head? His beard, which was constantly being played with, that had specks of pepper grey mixing with the brown? There was *something* about him tonight that felt different even though her eyes could not find a physical reason to attribute to it. His eyes never left the tv but she knew he wasn’t paying attention to it and was taking an inventory of her.

“What?” His playful and demanding tone always tickled her ears sending shivers down her spine.
She didn’t answer and simply watched as his fingers played within his beard, finding the right hair and pulling it out.
He looked at her now and asked again. His voice rising a notch in volume but not in irritation.
“I’m thinking.” She replied.
“Of?” A well groomed eyebrow raises.
“I’m trying to figure out what is different.” She looked down feeling sheepish. She didn’t blush easily but he always had a way to make her feel girlish with no effort. His two fingers curled under her chin and redirected her gaze to meet his. Even after this long together it felt like the first time when they made eye contact in this manner.

[FMF] Watching my girlfriend take her first cock

Long time no see, you horny fucks! Sorry for not making any posts for a while, I fairly recently got in to a relationship with a fairly quiet girl, so I’ve not been doing anything particularly wild enough to post about.

Over the last month or so I’ve been seeing my dorm mate, who is a lesbian. Well, she *was* a lesbian, but more on that later. I’m bi, and been with plenty of guys, I’d consider myself very sexperienced, however my new gf is not. For the time we’ve been together I’ve been coaxing her out of her shell bit by bit and shes now comfortable being naked around me, initiating sex, being a bit more dominant, and so on. It’s nice, and it’s going great.

She knows about my history, she wanted to hear all about it, and it turns her on quite a lot it seems, despite her apparent shyness. She was naturally apprehensive about being in a relationship with me, as my usual weekly routine consisted of going to class, then going out at night and getting fucked by my regular fuck buddies. I reassured her that I’m not a cheat, and that I’d never do anything like that while I was with her. We left the topic there and she seemed content.

Thoughts of you

We’ve never met, but I feel as though I know you.

I feel as if I’ve always known you.

As in I’ve felt your presence wash through me often over time sensing a feeling of intimacy and comfort wrap around me like a favorite soft blanket.

I imagine many things about you:

The early morning sun across your peaceful sleeping face.

Watching you sleep, your breathing calm, your face relaxed and just oh so sexy.

Your hair tousled, knowing I want to reach out and run my fingers slowly through it

Your chest lightly dusted with hair, your abs still firm, your lovely snail trail disappearing under your boxer band, morning wood evident.

I imagine your eyes slowly opening and catching me watching you and rather than look away your whole face brightens and smiles back, our eyes meeting and both our smiles widening.

I imagine your hand reaching up and tucking my hair behind my ear and then moving to the back of my head and gently pulling me down to meet your lips.

A slow, soft gentle kiss to start.

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I let a stranger finish inside me in an empty train station

I didn’t tell him I was ovulating. I didn’t tell him my mind was spinning out of control, desperate to have my insides flooded. But I’m sure he could sense it. I’m sure he could taste the urgency in my juices as we got hot and sweaty in the empty train station.

The man (I never learned his name) bumped against me after coming down the stairwell. It was late at night, and the place was empty. The trains delayed. He had a frenzied look in his eyes and a smile that won my raging heart. It didn’t take long before he had me pinned against a movie poster, groaning and growling as he wrenched down my pants. One hand squeezed my tit, the other massaged my ass as if he thought I was hiding something in there.

“I fucking love your ass,” he whispered in my ear.

My response was to moan for him, begging him to go harder. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the wall. It felt so cold compared to my flushed cheeks, and I moaned again.

Getting my dick sucked by my boss’s daughter… [FICTION] [Oral] [Teen]

I’d worked for this lady for a long time, like 8 years. Over the course of that time we developed a pretty open relationship and I got to meet her kids. Time went on, and the work relationship crumbled as the boss started to treat people like shit. I remember chatting with her daughter, I’ll call her Cindy, she had just turned 17 and was complaining about how much of a bitch her mom had turned into after her divorce. I made a joke that it’s because her mom wasn’t getting laid anymore. She thought it was super funny and while laughing puts her hand on my upper thigh and is like, “I wouldn’t know what a dick feels like inside me. I’m still a good girl.” Y’all I just about busted in my pants. I dodged that jail bait shit quickly, and over a few months lost touch with Cindy and her mom after I quit.

Meeting a girl

It was a crisp winter morning, not one where you feel cold so much as alive. This was the day I had to go to student orientation for university. It was a formality more than anything, I had been accepted but there were still numerous bureaucratic hurdles to pass before I became a full fledged student. I’m not sure what I was expecting, other than to fulfill some mind numbing requirement. I definitely wasn’t expecting what would happen. The drive to the school was uneventful, I had driven the road many times before to visit my friend who had enrolled a year before. I entered the building sat down in my chair and managed to stay awake until lunch, at lunch a sat next to a girl. Well to say girl would be an understatement, let me paint a picture to help you out. She had flowing blond hair all the way to her waist, some kind of sun kissed skin that when mixed with her soft laughter gives the warmth of a thousand fires to your heart even on the coldest day, a soft gentle cleavage with the smallest hint of a nipple under her shirt and a glorious ass covered In fabric that surely concealed something amazing… you get the idea.

The time I [m] fooled around with my best friend/boyfriend [m] in my parents’ bathroom

Rick and I had been casually fucking for a couple of weeks. He’d known my family for quite a while so he was frequently invited to Sunday dinner with my parents. He actively looked forward to it, it was one of the rare occasions where someone fed him. And boy, could he eat.

On this particular Sunday, we’d spent the previous night together, which had gotten rather messy. In a haze I woke up, alone: I looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was already noon. “FUCK!” I thought to myself. I launched out of the bed and sprinted to my room completely nude and grabbed my phone. I hastily found my Mum’s phone number and dialled

“Oh, hello Mark (not my real name)” she said, answering after a couple of rings, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine Mum” I panted, trying to stave off the dizziness of a head rush, “I’m just calling to let you know me and Rick will be a little late. I-”

Before I could finish she cut me off with a little laughter