He flew through the door like he hadn’t a minute to lose. Coat on the chair. Tie, up and over his head onto the door knob. His shirt halfway unbuttoned when he reached her on the lounge chair. ‘This chair was made for fuckin’ he had said when he bought it for her. How right he had been. There she was on her back, her knees up and spread apart with her magic wand humming. She was mid-moan when he threw himself atop her, grabbing the toy meant to warm her up for him, tossing it to the ground. He kissed her, pressing hard so she felt the fullness of his lips against her own, his hand finding its way to her wet pussy. If he had taken a moment to absorb the scene he walked into, he would have seen her there, magic wand in hand, no panties but matching garter belt, bra, and soft, silky leggings running down to her curled toes. This is the picture she sent to him at work just before his lunch meeting, and this was the picture that had been on his mind the entire time that idiot spoke to him.
[F]ucked my boyfriend In my apartment with paper thin walls ??♀️
These apartment buildings are so crazy . I can hear the person two buildings away cough and I’m a 23 yr old f . His dick is too good to resist , I’m too vocal and loud . I can’t be doing that. I’m going to get kicked out soon I know it ??♀️??♀️
BITTER PILL Chapter 4 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]
Bitter Pill Ch 4
I can’t really describe what that moment felt like because it was confusing. I don’t know why, but when I fantasized about my mother, imagining my mouth on her vagina always put me over the edge. I can’t begin to count how many loads I’ve spilled thinking about doing just this. Though my heart was pounding in my chest, I felt profoundly right. I groaned into her pussy feeling so turned on I felt I might cum before I had a chance to fuck her.
I had gone down on other girls before, but there was something primal about my mother’s flavor and scent. I wanted it more than air. My tongue slid greedily up and down the length of her vagina like I was consuming her, every once in awhile stopping to suck her fat clit between my lips or stab my tongue deep into her tangy center. I went crazy on her, slurping noisily, wetly, I lashed her fleshy cunt with my lips and tongue while she whimpered. Her shame was electricity to my twitching dick. I wanted more.
“Mom,” I mumbled into her. “do you love it? Your son’s tongue in your nasty cunt?”
[MF] Not yet … [masturbation, fingering, sex edging]
A husky whisper leaves from his lips as she watches his every move, as he leans in close enough to touch and be touched. She watches as his palms glide along her bare inner thighs, parting open her with such agonizingly slow precision.
The air between them is tense, already perfumed by the glistening trail that coats her exposed lips. The tension makes it seem as if they are both animals. Their haunches coiled, bodies ready to snap forth and mercilessly devour each other in an instant.
They both know each other more than they had even thought possible. He had led them down this erotic path of indulgence. Patently guiding her, teaching her, to share her being in ways and with such an intense intimacy well pass a point she had previously feared to tread.
She likened her time with him to perfectly timed fireworks which illuminate the sky with explosive rainbows. He created colorful bursts, with and in her, that slowly faded and left beyond a quiet dark sky that left her feeling empty, that left her desperately searching even deeper within her to create more and brighter series of colors.
Owned By the Maid (Chapter 1) [f/f] [f/m] [domination] [femdom] [mind control]
*A maid uses her sexual appeal to dominate and financially drain a wealthy family – the mom, the dad, the daughter in college and the son in high school. 100% fiction.*
NANCIE – When I first hired Natalie, it sounded too good to be true. A full time maid and cook and all she wanted was room and board? No pay? I thought it was a steal. I knew several other families at our beach club who had ordered live-in maids through the same service, and they raved about their cooking, so I was sure I had hit the jackpot. But I had no idea what I just set in motion.
I’ll never forget the first moment I saw Natalie – I opened the front door and I had no idea who she was. I wondered what could have possibly brought such a woman to my doorstep?
I was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by her beauty, her presence. She was poised, young and vibrant – the sunlight glowing on her dewy brown skin and glistening in her almond shaped eyes.
“Can I help you?” I stuttered.
Something about us [incest] [b+s] [romantic]
**It wasn’t the first time this had happened. We messed around as kids sure, playing doctor. I would always be the patient and she would be the doctor. She would always have me strip down and lay on the divan in her bedroom and she would examine me from head to toe with her toy stethoscope, always with a serious look upon her face. She always took it so seriously, but at the same time, she was so caring, loving…tender.**
**As we grew, so did our games. Always when mom and dad were out of the house, we would take turns hiding while the other sought them out, leaving a trail of clothes behind as clues. The loser always had to kiss the winner. She used to lose on purpose i swear, she was always one step ahead of me. I still remember the last time we played, I found her panties on the hallway floor outside the airing cupboard. I froze on the spot, in awe. I bent down slowly and picked them up, white and pink stripes with a small frilly detail on the edges. They were still warm and I could feel a dampness in the crotch. I lifted them to my lips and I could smell the sweetest musk from them, like nectar. She was close.**
First Time [FF] [Lesbian]
*Not as great as the last one I posted I don’t think. But I hope you enjoy! I wish I could post the drawings I did for these as well!
Ida was just barely asleep when she heard the door open. Her friend Ashlyn was staying over, visiting from out of town. It had been years since they had seen each other last. And the connection was still strong between them. Ida had never been with a woman, but there was a certain warmth she had felt during her time with Ash, which she had promptly attributed to the Merlot. Same with the warm flushness she felt on her cheeks when Ash had laughed at her jokes…or when Ash had grabbed her forearm while intently telling a story. She had dozed thinking about Ash’s smile, and questioning her own motives for doing so. She heard the floor creak and soft steps come across the room. Her hearth pounded. But she stayed motionless and pretended not to notice.
Was Ash really coming in?
[MFF] a surprise threesome to be sure, but a welcomed one
This is my first time doing this, apologies if I’m not very good. Also, obligatory English isn’t my first language.
About 3 years ago I was living in the UK. Like a muppet I moved there for an English girl I had met, a relationship that quickly turned into a nightmare including my dog being taken and a scar left on my arm. I swore off English girls, which insatiable as I am, had me walking up to any girl with a foreign accent.
This is where Adriana comes in. One day when leaving the gym, I noticed her standing outside talking on the phone with a Spanish accent. My fucking weakness. Round butt, a little thick but with cleavage revealing undeniably big, round, fake breasts. Short blonde hair and a nice tan, she looked a lot like a Colombiana pornstar that gets me going. I waited until her call was finished and walked up to her,she gave me a warm smile which put me at ease and seemed welcoming to my approach, joking and flirting. What do you know, she’s a Colombian student.
Do You Want To Tell Daddy No? [MF] [anal] [cons nc]
“It will be about 10 minutes,” the hostess says.
I find a spot away from the draft of the door to lean my shoulder against the wall and get out my phone to text Owen and let him know. I can’t believe I’m finally meeting him.
I think back to that moment just 3 weeks ago when he told me, “come to Texas.”
“You don’t really want that.” I said.
“Perhaps not. We can simply have dinner. We’re friends, right?”
“Ha! Ok. I’ll wear one of my modest sweaters so as to not tempt you…”
So here I stand, wearing a grey turtleneck sweater, black skinny jeans, and calf high boots. I feel good, but respectful of the situation. Unlike my husband, his girlfriend doesn’t know about our relationship. I can’t believe how nervous I am. I love him. Meeting him is the dream.
Suddenly, a hand slides under the back of my sweater to grip my bare waist, and I feel a warm breath against my ear as a low voice says, “as if you really thought that sweater would keep you safe from me, Fucktoy.”
BITTER PILL Chapter 3 (long), [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]
*This is fiction. Rape is wrong. Enjoy.*
Bitter Pill Ch 3
The next day pop left on a business trip to Europe that would keep him gone for a couple of weeks. By the time he returned his wife would be my slave.
I waited until Janice had showered and gone to bed, vaped a few drags of THC, grabbed the bag of supplies I had been amassing via Amazon over the past few weeks, and let myself into her bedroom.
She screamed and struggled under me as I pressed her down into the mattress which was beautiful and just made me ache with lust. God, I wanted her to struggle. At 5’ even and still girlishly slender, she was like a child in my hands. Not sure how I came out of that tiny body, or how she avoided most of the obvious damage childbearing causes in some women, but aside from some light stretch marks on her round hips, and a slight pooch to her tummy, mom was keeping it pretty tight.
I was painfully aware of this because we have a pool and even at her age mom enjoys being admired. By me, especially.