I [f] let [m]y childhood bf play with my pussy with a vibrator, while his friend waits in the living room

So I have a bf but we aren’t speaking right now.
My childhood boo whom I haven’t seen in year is in town. He came over my place with his friend to hang out but you could tell there was a lot of sexual tension between us. We had previously made out the week before.

So we’re in my living room watching tv and he starts kissing on my neck, and playing my my nipples . I was getting aroused but I didn’t want to fuck him.

I took him to my room to show him a vibrator that I had just bought, he asked if he could play with my pussy with it. I said no but he could watch as I play with myself.

I took off my shorts (I wasn’t wearing panties) and started playing with my pussy with the vibrator, he had this intense look in his eyes and was watching me.
He moved closer and started kissing me, it was so hot. So I passed him the vibrator, he starts teasing me with it and playing with his cock with the other hand.
I’ve always wanted to do that so I was so turned on, he came up and kissed me while continue to okay with my pussy. I was ready to cum so I took the vibratory from him and started playing with my self. I know where my spot is so I was ready, he played with his dick as I squirted all over my bed.

Arctic Exploration

Wind blew whisps of snow through the air. Dr. Jonas Mikkelson felt his goggles tightly gripping his face. He had tried to limit the amount of exposed skin but there was only so much he could do. He was feeling every bit of -40° F temperature as the wind harshly battered his face. His full beard did as much as it could to insulate his features but in these conditions it was nearly futile. His research trailer was sight. The blinding snow obscured his vision but he could see a plume of black smoke rising through the sea of white. His wife and partner, Dr. Ingrid Mikkelson, was waiting for him. She made sure the fire in the hearth stayed lit so the trailer was warm enough to soothe his aching muscles when he returned. As he approached the trailer the door slid open. Ingrid had seen him coming and pressed the button to open the door for him. He entered into a small chamber and the door closed and sealed tight behind him. This chamber existed to keep the elements from entering the trailer. Now that the door was locked and sealed he was able to finally enter the trailer. His hands were covered in heavy wool but he was able to turn the latch and enter. Ingrid had started coffee and there was a fresh pot waiting for him. He peeled off his gloves. His hands were red and rough despite the protection of the gloves. He put his hood back and took off his goggles next. His short hair and full beard were dark black but the snow glazed them in a deep white. He shook his head and bits of wet snow flew off of him. Ingrid helped him out of his suit, a thick black snowsuit that covered everything below his neck. Beneath he wore a flannel shirt and jeans made of a thick denim. He was 6’0″ tall, barrell chested but fairly fit. He allowed himself some body fat as yet another protection against the harsh cold.

The first time I screwed the innocent girl from work [FM]

I was going through a rough patch with my girlfriend a few years ago, we just weren’t clicking, and so decided to take a break (complicated by the fact that we still lived together). I was confused and upset, and really didn’t know how to deal with my emotions or the situation in general. I was finding it hard to concentrate at work, missing deadlines and generally underperforming, but thankfully Krys, someone slightly more junior than me, was picking up the slack.

Krys and I had gradually got closer since she joined six months previously; I had coached her through a bad breakup with an emotionally abusive guy at the time, and as she was my assigned project analyst, we worked together and sat together every day. Not my usual type, Krys was tiny – 5ft 1, 100lbs (45kg), and was almost too skinny. She had a-cup breasts, but a juicy butt considering how skinny she was. My favourite things about Krys though were her round dark brown eyes, her button nose, and some naturally slightly plump lips. The sort of face you could stare at for hours. Basically, really cute, if not slightly skinnier than I would normally go for. Krys loved animals, and whilst being shy, she genuinely cared about everyone. One of those people who is just a really amazing person.

The meet up…part 1

It was a typical friday with one exception you and i planned on a meeting. We chatted for months online. You was a young attractive college girl.

You seem to enjoy chatting to me a older mature male. I was old enough to be your dad. You seem to like that though. We was both just enjoying this season we shared. You and i has this sorta secret relationship between each other.

Guys your age just didn’t treat you the same. You loved the mature discussions we had, laughter and daily attention you thrived on. I enjoyed your flirtation and your humor. We just seemed to want similar things.

Sure the relationship wasnt one for marriage we both knew this. I was currently married but in a dead bedroom relationship. At best that was very vanilla. I also had a hunch she may not be so faithful. But we seemed to just maintain for the kids sake.

You enjoyed the “game” you called it. Teasing and arousing a older taken man seemed to be fun for you. Your normal life you was always the “good girl” quiet and shy. How we ended up meeting online was a oddity.

Wet Dreams Cum True (part 1) [Gender bender] [Lesbian] [Futa]

Hi everyone,

This is my first short story series so I hope you enjoy my work. If you want me to continue it or have any thoughts leave me an upvote and a comment and I’ll try to get back to you ASAP.

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Zeffo

(Gender bender, Female x Female, Futa x Female, School, Magic)

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My name is Taylor, I’m 15 years old and born a boy. I go to a private mixed gender boarding school because my family works most of the time. I consider myself straight and love girls, but there’s a side of me that no one knows about.

I am lesbian.

The Night the Barriers Crumbled [mf][mom/son][18][virgin][nurturing][oral][age]

Growing up, when the first sexual desires stirred in him, they burned for the exotic. The far away. The non-familiar. But now that he was 18, about to go to college, and still a virgin, the sexual tension had piled to immense, pounding heights. The stakes had become so high. He was afraid to approach other people. He didn’t know how to make the plunge. The possibility of rejection felt too immense. Unsurvivable.

He had started to think about, and crave, nurturing. To be taught. Gently. Lovingly. But no girl would to do that. Girls were too young and inexperienced. Older women were tantalizing for that reason. And increasingly, thoughts had been drawn to his mother.

His mother protected him and evoked a deep, primal familiarity. These emotions drew him to her, but some barrier ultimately repulsed him sexually. Yet, she would understand him best, wouldn’t she? She would take that very special care.

The week prior had tortured him with nonstop arousal. His hormones must have been gushing through his bloodstream. He knew it was natural at his age, but the knowledge didn’t cure all that frustrated euphoria. His mother had caught him hiding his persistent erection throbbing against his sweatpants. The initial glimmer of shock on her face had quickly melted to sympathy, however. Regardless, he had taken to wearing jeans in the house.

Built To Be Fucked [sci-fi] [MFM] [Freeuse]

Dean and Gary were still a bit drunk. It had been a long night, and after the booze had run out at the party, they decided to stay and smoke with the girls. Samantha had spent almost the entire night on Dean’s lap, but when the sun started to rise, she said she had to get home to get ready for her shift at work. It was frustrating, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

“I told you she is a cock tease,” Gary said. He was drinking from a water bottle, spitting occasionally on the sidewalk as he tried to wash out the taste of smoke and whiskey. “She does that all the time.”

“You don’t know shit. You think everyone is a cock tease because you never get any.”

It was Dean who saw her first. They turned a corner so that they could cut through the university housing to get to Gary’s apartment. The street was completely void of people except for a woman. She was sitting at the bus stop, with her legs straight out in front of her. She was wearing the kinkiest outfit the boys have ever seen in real life. Dean had only thought women dressed up like that in pornos, but as he got closer, he saw that there was one, in the flesh, with her head to the side as she stared forward, unmoving.

My first anal [MM]

I never thought of myself as gay, even now after having sex with a man, I still don’t check out other men on the street, BUT, in the last couple of years I’ve become obsessed with trying gay sex. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to give blowjob. All of it. It’s come to a point when I don’t even masturbate without a toy in my ass while imagining a dick in my mouth. So I guess I’m bi, since I still love boobs and pussy.
But I live in a small town, trying it was impossible. So when I was told I’ll go on a three day business trip in my country’s capital, I knew I can’t pass that opportunity, I immediately started browsing the classifieds.

First day there, after work in my hotel room, I chose an add, a student, just the body shot, normal, average looking guy, called him and we set up a meeting for tomorrow evening. I was super nervous the whole day! Almost called it off, but then I remembered how long I’m fantasizing about it and said, fuck it, I’m going through with it. What happens, happens!

[MF] I tried to have an honest date not end in sex, but alas, anal

When my FWB list had dried, hookups were not available, and I was getting slightly tired of the entire game I tried to have an honest date. I reworked my dating sites to find long term relationships and wanted to give a go at honest dating. I’m serious, I sought out what seemed like dating material.

I messaged her and she messaged back and we flirted and had a good rapport. She was short, chunky MILFy body and was a super devout Christian with a whole bunch of ways to say that she wasn’t seeking sex. Now I know when one protests too much it’s to hide their true intentions. But for this instance, I was naive. We didn’t even share any sexy pictures, just clothed ones. Her neighbors were having some sort of garage party and she invited me over.

[MF] The pregnant FWB

The best friend with benefits fills a Reuleaux triangle of friendship, hotness, and availability. When you find all 3 or what you would go without is the best case for anyone. When I was alone and on the prowl I wanted to find a dependable girl that would come over when we felt the urge to release and didn’t get super attached.

Whisper put us only a quarter mile away, she lived in a house just right down the road. We started immediately exchanging dirty pics and sexy talk. She was a white girl, bbw with DDs , thick thighs, a fat ass and wide birthing hips. The body made to just get pregnant over and over again. When I had her over for the first night I had her pinned to my wall and ravaging her body with my hands tearing at her clothes to get her naked. Her skin was so pale and soft, her tits big and plump ass just begging to be grabbed. She loved being handsy and was at least forward with our agreement that we weren’t exclusive and she had a goal: someone was going to get her pregnant. Luckily I had condoms and put one of those life savers on and went to town. She had this cute moan and would barely get words out as we had sex and finished. We laid in bed after that first time and just bonded a little, the friend portion of our little arrangement. She did have to go back to her house, as her parents were still watching her first kid and didn’t want to make it seem like a dick appointment was more concerning than being a mom.