Keith Seduced Me [MT]

Oh baby.

Picture this your in a bar minding you own business when a strange man smelling of baby powder and hard boiled eggs approaches you. He introduces himself as Keith. Say one thing for him. He’s got swagger, he woos you with stories about his job at the K-mart and seems to always know how to keep a conversation going. He buys you a drink (Busch light) and asks you about yourself and you tell him things that you would never tell someone you’d just met. Both the good and the bad you tell him how your dad walked out on you as a kid and your mom always paid more attention to your hot older brother Gavin. Keith listens as if he fully understood where you were coming from rather than just another random man hitting on you.

Every One of Her [MF] [orgy] [foreplay] [romantic]

“So what are you going to do about her?” I laughed in the loud atmosphere of the restaurant. We had long since finished eating on our first date, and surprisingly we had been talking and having a really good time.

 

“I don’t know, she’s so toxic right now. I’m just glad she plays on the other team when we play soccer.” She laughed, shaking her head.

 

I could not believe my luck – to think that *this* girl is on tinder. A young college student, athlete, beautiful and graceful blonde like her. She was that special kind of girl, the one who catches your eye because of her beauty, not because of her assets. Of course she had those too.

 

“You know, I gotta tell you, this is going way better than it usually does for me.” She said.

 

“Yeah, I feel the same way.” I said.

 

She just kind of looked at me for a second, smiling. I noticed that the restaurant had quieted down somewhat. Some staff walked around, closing the blinds, and I had the weird realization that there were no men in the restaurant. I could’ve sworn I saw some in here earlier. Maybe they all left for some reason? The restaurant went dark, and staff lit candles at every table.

My Office Crush, 3.5 (Can Stand Alone) [MF]

I tried to steady my breath as my finger hovered over the small phone icon on the screen.

He had just texted telling me that he couldn’t wait until Friday to see me again, and that I should wear something that I didn’t mind having torn off. A few weeks had passed and we developed a bit of a routine: I went to his place on Friday nights after work, we had our own private happy hour(s), and I left. Generally, when I left, it was in a post-orgasmic bliss with marks to remind me that he liked it just as rough as I did.

I nervously pressed the button, and he picked up on the first ring.

“Answering a text with a phone call? Isn’t that against a rule?” I could hear the smile in his voice: I imagined the small smirk playing on his lips as I rolled my eyes.

“Well, you said you couldn’t wait. I am simply being… helpful.”

“Oh?” he said. I heard the sound of shifting on the other line as he adjusted his position. “Helpful, hmm? How do you suppose that you could be ‘helpful’?”

A sexy Valentine’s wish

A luscious woman with long curly hair, juicy red lips, and resting bitch face looks outside of a cold window on Valentine’s Day and stares into the night seeing her own bored reflection. She sees a shooting star shine through the night sky and she wishes that she could be ravaged by a strong sexy man with a big hard cock that swings when he walks.

She rests her arms on her big 44DD cups (that she was really proud of) and rests her head on her arms. She licks her plump titty and closes her eyes wishing it was that handsome man. Soon she hears a knock on the door. Startled from her daydream she turns around and says “who is it?” she gets no reply.

“I wonder” she said. She gets up, her heart racing, and walks to the door. She unlocks it. There’s a click. As she opens the door she slowly seeing the form of a solid six pack, toned chest muscles, wide sturdy shoulders, and two naughty eyes looking down at her from above.

“who are you.” she said, her heart pounding faster.

He unbuckles his pants. “on your knees.” he says confidently.

[MF] Getting a taste after the cookout. [Long]

Long time lurker, first time poster. Sorry this is long. This is my first time trying to writing up this kind of story from my past so any feedback for improving my writing is appreciated.

Spring was in full swing in our neighborhood.  The weather was warm enough to spend lots of time outside while not being so hot as to make you sweat.  My girlfriend and I lived in a small house on a cul-de-sac where most of the neighbors were within five years, plus or minus, of our age, mid thirties.  All the neighbors were friendly and we had a habit of firing up the grill in the front yard and hanging out til all hours drinking. This is the story of one beautiful spring evenings hang out session gone a bit wild.

Lace was my favorite neighbor, she was a couple years older than me but super cute.  Lace was around 5’ 2” with dark hair in a pixie cut. She was short and skinny with a nice trim ass and small perky tits, I’m guessing low b-cup.  I thought she was sexy ever since we met but I quickly became friends with her then boyfriend and stopped thinking of her in that way. Lace and my friend stopped dating a while before this story and she was with someone else.

I [f] let that cute (now former) virgin classmate [m] I started dating tie me up and use for hours in a hotel room.

I’m so glad you all enjoyed my first story with Taylor! I’m happy to share more about us to you all. I would’ve had this story out sooner, but my laptop needed to be taken into the shop for a bit. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this story as much as the first.

After spending Christmas with Taylor’s wonderful family, I readied myself to have Christmas with my family. After a measly half hour drive, I’m back home with my parents as the rest of my family arrives soon after. I had on an ugly Christmas sweater that Taylor helped me pick out with a black skirt and matching nylons. I slipped away to the bathroom so I can send Taylor some sexy pics of my outfit, I knew it would drive him insane. I lifted up my skirt to show off my ass and sent that to him. I flashed my tits in a mirror pic and sent him that too. I send him two more pics before I go back out and rejoin the family. A little while later and I get a response from him. “I can’t wait for New Year’s ?”

“I can’t either baby!”

I [M] 23 had a work fling with [F] 39

So I’m new to this so apologies if it reads badly etc. I hope to post a few stories about me and my experiences starting with my work fling “Karen”.

It all began around 6 months ago, having just started a new job; a small marketing office that had just opened and employed a whole new team! This was a new opportunity fresh out of University ready to tackle the job world and be a success, I [M24] enter the office on the first day to meet the team of 5 eager and nervous but wanting to make a good impression.

I take a seat at the desk; a long one which has room for all 5 to share if needed when I hear a hello from a woman’s voice behind. I turn around and my eyes open wide. In front of me is a slim blond, perky breasts with a tight ass. Medium height and lips that looked kissable but also good wrapped around other areas….

Can’t Get Enough of You [MF] [Cheating] [CNC]

Disclaimer: this is purely fantasy. Neither me nor the person who inspired this story would do anything that are considered cheating.

The scenery flies by as he drives, but I can’t seem to focus on anything other than him. As my mind races thinking of the things we’ve done, what we were going to do, and what we can’t do anymore. Without thinking I reach over and place my hand on his thigh.

“What are you doing?” he asks, clearly confused.

I quickly pull my hand away, “sorry, old habit,” I say trying to act like it didn’t happen.

“Thinking bout your girlfriend?”

I hesitate for a second before answering, “not exactly”.

“Ooooh, so you’re thinking about sex just not with her. Me?” He asks with a smirk.

“Shut up, you know you still pop into my head like that every now and then, not like it’s a big deal”

This just makes him tease me, “yea, and now and then must be every day, because it’s obvious that’s how often you want me touching you again”.

“Well as long as I’m with her you can’t so shut it”.

The Customs of the Kundalan people [Tribal] [Incest] [F/D] [M/S]

Kundalese Culture

The Kundalese are a very ritualistic, traditional form of people who have a social structure based upon strict rules and traditions that date back from centuries.

It is also a very sexually open culture, with sex playing an important role in the growth of a Kundalese Man or Woman,

When a Kundalese Girl becomes of Age. It is tradition for her to serve as a vessel for her fathers seed. She is prepared by her mother and endowed in ritualistic clothing and jewelry, The same clothing and Jewelry her mother wore when her father had taken her.

After she is prepared, she is sent alone to her fathers chambers. From there, the father places a traditional collar upon the girls neck. She will wear this collar for the rest of her life. The Father then attaches a Leash upon the collar. More specifically a leash that explicitly shows his ownership of her, and that he is one of the men that will be using her as a vessel for his manhood.

Strict Diet [MF] [Incest] [FD]

When Jeffrey’s daughter was born, she had a strange condition. Her body was unable to digest anything other than her mother’s breast milk. It was a condition so unusual, not a single doctor they went to had ever seen it before. In the end they came to the conclusion that there was no choice, but for their daughter to be solely breast fed for the rest of the foreseeable future.

Brittany’s early years weren’t so unusual, but as she grew older, the awkwardness of the situation started to sit in. As she entered highschool, and began to hear her friends talking about their breasts, she started to become more self aware, not just about herself, but about her relationship with her mother. The meal times became so unbearable, that Brittany eventually asked her Mom if there was a more indirect way for her to get her nutrition. Starting from then on, her mother used a machine to extract the milk, and Brittany would take it from the fridge. It seemed Brittany had finally figured her life out, but it wouldn’t last.