Sasha was a secret agent, trained by the government. She was a tall, blonde, 48-year-old curvy woman. She had soft, big and rounded breasts. Even though her fighting abilities were amazing, her body played an important part in defeating her male enemies. She seduced them with her incredible beauty, and distracted them. This time, she was on a mission to defeat and capture Alec Lightwood. He’s a professional fighter, and knows how to use a bow and arrow like no one else. This is the time to show her skills, this is the time to prove herself. Alec is a part of the opposing political party. The government is malignant, and trying to exterminate any competence for their next candidate. Alec was the son of the biggest competitor against the government, and therefore was the key to defeating his father. However, would Sasha be able to defeat him and capture him?
The dream [f/f]… just a teaser
Have you ever had a dream that felt so real and was so hot, when you woke up you wished you could go back and experience it all over again? … This is my dream.
I arrived at a huge house.
It was like a plantation house, complete with a wraparound porch.
Two large muscular men flanked the entrance but didn’t say a word. Donning dark blue jeans with tight fitting black shirts, they wore sunglasses that hid their eyes.
As I reached the top step, the door opened by itself, as if it expected me that instant. No creaks, no squeaks, just a silent smooth void whispering to enter.
As soon as I entered, it was brightly lit but not damning to the eyes. A beautiful hostess appeared. Brunette, short and busty. She didn’t smile but somehow she still conveyed being warm and inviting. She asked for my information, then pressed a button on a folder she was carrying.
It was very warm inside the house. You could almost say it was hot, but not uncomfortably so. As I stood waiting for my escort, I took a moment to breathe in the atmosphere.
The décor inside was dark… deep shades of navy blue or grey, with a few splashes of white.
There was music playing, but it wasn’t overly loud. A little like R&B, a slower music for dancing
The kind that has a deep bass beat… The perfect tempo fit for a club, for grinding your hips against someone else, or the kind for slow fucking.
The Story of Cunt – Day Seven [last day] [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]
Day Seven
Cunt had a dream that night: she was a champion nude wrestler taking on a stronger contender. As she went to grapple, her noodle arms gave way, leading to her being grabbed around the waste and overpowered. Her opponent pulled her to the ground and held her down, pushing her knee into Cunt’s back before slapping her on the ass. The slap awoke her to the realization that this wasn’t a dream. Cunt opened her mouth to protest, but a hand quickly covered her mouth. She attempted to scream through the mouth, but a second person quickly jumped on her back and pulled her throat up into a camel clutch, quickly choking her and stopping her from screaming. The first man stepped up in front of her and slapped her in the face. This was when Cunt realized that this was the man who had pissed on her the night before.
How my [M22] bff and I [F21] became FWBs and fuck on campus [MF]
*(First post, hope you’ll all be kind please)*
We’ve always been wild, and I guess that’s probably why we were friends. I’ve never been the type to shy away from sexual experiences, and neither has my bff. While I gravitated to high-adrenaline activities like midnight street racing, he’d be hooking up with girls over Tinder night after night at some motel. I’ll call him Mitch for the sake of the story.
We go to the same university and major in the degree. I had an apartment unit in the vicinity of the campus, a little studio that fit a bed, a bathroom and a small kitchen I never used. I was also lucky enough to have no room-mates to share it with. After classes Mitch and I would go for a beer in one of the nearby bars to relax and blow off steam. He’d tell me about his latest conquests or newest campus crushes, as well as tease me about my lack of an exciting love life.
Kismet
The air was filled with noise and smoke, 10,000 feet stomping into the mud, cheers and shouts deafened by the sound of drums and guitars, the atmosphere at the festival was intoxicating, a seperate world free from conventional troubles and woes, all that mattered was the music and the search for good feelings. People were abound with drinks and smoke, no one cared what each other was doing, too fixated on the pounding music, the lights, and their own primal urges.
A sea of people formed a crowd against the stage, leaving barely enough room to stand, the roar of the crowd singing along to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers was overwhelming but that’s when the trance was broken for him. He felt his face hit with a long wisp of hair, the girl just infront of him, jumping and dancing, her blonde hair covered in colours and ribbons, an eye catching display, it danced with her every move. She wore a tight top held up with faith alone, he looked down and saw her legs wrapped in fishnets, ending with a short skirt that spun and rose up with every jump.
Two Naked Sisters In Trouble! [ff] [voy] [exh] [inc]
This is the story of two beautiful sisters, Lilly and Becca, who are home alone on this quiet evening. Daddy was at work, so they had the whole to themselves for the night. Lilly was loading her washing machine with laundry, until she starts noticing a weird smell; she discovers that the scent is coming from her cotton jumper. “Ew, gross” She though before removing the jumper, sure she only had a bra on underneath, but she didn’t mind throwing the jumper in for a wash anyway. A thought occurs: this inspires her to remove her socks, then her jeans, then she takes off her silky underwear; throwing them into the washing machine with the rest of her clothes. Lilly stood naked in front of the locked machine as it starts washing her clothes; she knew how naughty this was, but the wide smile on her face shows that she couldn’t care less.
[F] I met a couple at the club
I’m not the type of girl who goes to nightclubs. At least not now. Not in my early thirties.
That wasn’t always the case, though. And sometimes I still get an itch that needs a scratch. It’s not about dancing or drinks. It’s about going home with a stranger. These days you can meet someone within a couple of hours on a dating app. But it’s not the same thrill.
I don’t feel like I’m the most attractive woman in any bar. I’m leggy and fit and I have nice tits. I’m exotic, and that’s attractive to some people. I’m not a classic beauty but I have an abundance of confidence. That counts for a lot.
I was in a strange city on a work trip and completely alone. It didn’t take much to find a dance club, though. I went in wearing a white satin buttondown blouse and a little black skirt. It was a little too sexy for the office and way too formal for a club, but I didn’t have a cocktail dress in my luggage.
I danced on the floor alone. Eyes closed. Hips swaying. Feeling the music.
Uni Slumber Party Suprise Part 2 [MFFFF] [Msub]
In part 1, I explained about the time I lived with two childhood friends, Carol (5’8”, 32c, 130Ibs, shoulder length blonde hair, glasses) and Fliss (5’11”, 31B, 120ibs, slim, red long hair). They had invited Jasmine (6” tall, slim, long dark brown hair with dark tanned skin)and Nina (Asian, 5’6”, petite, with short brown hair) for a slumber party, I wasn’t supposed to be home but my plans had changed last minute, I hid in my room most the evening but had to sneak to the kitchen to get my phone. On the way back I caught a glimpse of the girls in their underwear (underwear/panties a fav kink), before quickly getting back to my room. Being turned on by the sight I had just seen I went to view some porn but just as it was getting interesting the girls burst into my room, causing me to panic and ending up on the floor in an embarrassed heap hoping they did not see anything. Jas and Nina found it the most amusing whilst my friends were a mixture of feelings, then the atmosphere changed when Jas turned to the girls and said “hmm lets have some fun shall we”.
[M]e hooking up with the boss’ hot [F] assistant
A few months into this wild period while my wife and I were separated, a coworker randomly told me to stay away from the hot, half-Korean half-white girl who was our general manager’s assistant. She worked one floor up from me and would ALWAYS wear really tall high heels and tight outfits. She seemed really well put together as she’d strut around the building. So of course this opening was all I needed. And being a pothead, I happened to be looking for a new plug at the time… and a new connection happened to be around the corner from her place. She didn’t smoke, but I mentioned the plug to her and she suggested I stop by the next time I was in the neighborhood. The next Saturday, I came over and we opened some wine. Her neighbors came over and I was cool with it. I worked with him too and he brought his awesome pot. We sat in her backyard and I happily smoked and drank and could not keep my eyes off her sexy ass lips… and her killer legs. They were long, tan and toned from years of wearing high heels. After hours of hanging out, the neighbors left and I asked if I could crash there because I was trashed. She smiled and said yes. When we went inside and closed the door, I said, “Would you like to makeout before we go to bed?”
My Married Good Friend [MM]
So Pete and I stopped fucking for a bit and his marriage was going good but I could tell he missed my cock every time we hung out. His wife had tried to peg him but he just didn’t like the feel of a fake cock up his ass so he didn’t want to do it anymore but she commented on how easy it was to get the dildo in him and he had to admit he was bi and had had a real cock up his ass more than once. After that he started to hint at wanting to start things up again but I wasn’t going to do anything until he explicitly asked or bent over and demanded to be fucked.