She had known she wanted him from the very moment she had laid eyes on him, of that she was absolutely certain. Jessica eyed him up in much the same way a lioness might regard a lone wildebeest, and licked her lips. He wasn’t overly attractive at all, he was remarkably average in virtually every respect. He was in his early 40s with a gradual (albeit still noticeable) receding hair line. His slightly too tight jumper and shirt combo betrayed the dad bod that hid underneath that was just shy of a full blown beer gut. His seemingly permanent 5 O’clock shadow on his jaw was peppered with grey, and his face was lacerated with wrinkles and laugh lines. Vague curly plumes of hair poked out from under his sleeves and occasionally through his shirt when he accidentally missed a button in the morning. He was almost old enough to be her father, and was hardly a silver fox in that regard. The mug he kept at the office was a Star Wars one, he laughed too loud at his own bad jokes and at every office party he would sing Don’t Stop Believin’ at the top of his lungs and off key. Dave Ward was hardly an Adonis, and Jessica had claimed much more sought after prizes.
Advent Kinkendar: December 20th [Ffm]
So yeah, Miss spent some time last night on cuddles and kissing, as well as us worshipping her, while she comforted us about the day before. She assured us that the only drugs she had used were some roofies; there were no cannulas or injections, and sure enough we have no marks. I can’t tell you how relieved I am about it all, though I still feel rather violated. I guess we’ll have to see if anything of a medical or rape kink develops.
As she fingered me awake this morning she was browsing her phone with the other hand, paying me no attention at all. Even after I came, she just moved her hand to jerk off the boy, and then continued to sit there and laugh about whatever she was looking at. She got up and left, our boxes just sitting on the floor by the door.
Unsure what to do, we both sat confused for a while before moving to open them. Disappointingly they both just contained a new list of chores, starting with serving breakfast. Hardly seemed like a gift at all; though as a service slut it still got me excited, so I suppose it counts as one after all.
Church Girl’s [F]irst Cam Show
My introduction to camming wasnt for money but for the experience. This real story took place in college late 2000s south, USA.
I am from a smallish city in a state that doesn’t matter. The likelihood a guy was related to me was high because my grandma birthed nearly half the entire town. If that wasn’t enough to fuck with my sex life I was given one more “fuck you” from life. I am also the Pastor’s daughter.
Now, don’t get me wrong; the saying about church girls are pretty spot on. Church girls are some of the freakiest girls out but in my case there was no one I could experiment with. My dad knew all the men and boys in our town. I had a double whammy. I had no choice but to wait for the opportunity to present its self. It was the waiting that turned me so rotten. All that time I spent rubbing off under covers and fucking shower heads just drove me deeper into lust. By the time I was able to graduate and go away to college I was a horny mess.
The Little Kitten
This is a chapter from my wattpad story the little kitten
They were scared. Kissi did not have the collar on anymore so she could escape at any time. But they both made a camp and slept.
In the night Xan made a new restraint out of extra rope.
“Hey what are you doing to Kissi”
“I’m sorry but I cant risk it”
He got on top of her and put it on her
“Stop”
“I’m sorry kitten but I need to protect you”
“Why do you call Kissi that” asked Kissi
“Because your my little kitten”
“Kissi is not yours, she will make you regret this”
“I’m sure you will”
He said before kissing her.
Kissi hissed
“Come on dont you want you have some fun”
He started taking off her rags over her breasts.
“Kissi begs you to stop”
“It doesn’t work like that”
He started rubbing her nipples, causing her to moan. Xan also started rubbing her clit. She started moaning even more.
Xan then put a finger in Kissi. She screamed with pleasure. He added another finger.
Fool’s Mate, or The Right Place at the Right Time [FMF]
Several years ago, I was in my mid-20s, and met up with some friends to see a band. I was traveling solo that evening, which I guess made me feel free to wander around and make conversation with whomever I saw. After the band I was there to see finished their part of the show, I found myself talking to a woman I knew a little; she was someone from the same scene if not the same circles — we knew people who knew each other, and it seems like we had chatted in that context once or twice. She was one of those people with a good attitude about their crappy situation. She had a dumb sort of service job, took a few classes every year, but remained friendly and positive. She was heavy, and average-looking with fine strawberry blond hair and a nondescript haircut. Her clothing priority seemed to be comfort: baggy sweater and jeans with boots. I wasn’t particularly attracted to her, but I guess that made me a little more… effusive. I was not trying to impress; I was just responding to a friendly person, named Lisa.
[MF] Tight, Soapy, Thai Pussy
I was in the military and stationed in Asia for many years. On summer deployments sometimes we’d hit Pattaya Beach, Thailand. I have lots of good stories about that place. If you’ve never been, it’s basically an adult Disneyland. It’s full of beer bars, go go bars, blowjob bars, gentleman’s clubs, massage parlors, etc. Walking Street is lined with clubs packed with half-naked [bar girls](https://www.google.com/search?q=bar+girls+pattaya&rlz=1CAHJUL_enUS779US780&sxsrf=ACYBGNQk6v7xtJusjadIKjN8WJrnlvEN3g:1576811709144&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiOkrSuocPmAhVEOs0KHcmBBcUQ_AUoAXoECAoQAw&biw=1366&bih=665) ready to serve your every need. One of my favorite memories is a soapy massage girl that went above and beyond.
Me and my friend had been wandering around the city and drinking a little. It was a hot night and we decided to get soapy’s at one of the more expensive places known for hotter girls. I use “expensive” in a loose sense of the word, like $100…
Dark chocalate with orange bits [MF]
She came home tired, plopped on the couch and flung her socks away. “Babe” she shouted, waiting for him to answer. But he didn’t. she understood, he might be coming late today, the same as the past few nights. She missed having him come home before her, so when she came, she could melt in his arms right away.
sighing, she got up from the couch and went to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, her eyes fell upon the huge orange flavoured dark chocolate bar they had bought the other day. She decided to make dessert for dinner but instantly realised they had some amazing brownies the other day that they had fun baking together. And it immediately brought back the memories and with that came a shiver down her spine! The way they made love, right their on the kitchen countertop and then on the floor, all while waiting for the brownies to bake. She started missing him even more, even though it would only be a matter of time and he’d be home in an hour or so.
She brushed away the thoughts and kept searching through the veggies deciding what to cook. She finally decided and started prepping for it. but the sinful thoughts of their rough love making session weren’t leaving her mind. And just when she opened the fridge again to get some butter, she again glanced at the chocolate bar and she knew what she had to do to satisfy his hunger, other than making dinner. ;) And she started prepping with even more excitement than earlier.
He finally came home, all tired and grumpy. but she knew she had the right ingredients to cure his mood. They had their dinner but she kept teasing, while serving. he got the hints, he was smirking already, so she knew the mood was almost set.
I [F] squirted into my panties at the office
I wanted to dress sexy today. I wanted to feel as though I had a big date to look forward to, even if it was only with myself. After so many rough weeks, I woke up feeling amazing. It might have to do with the fact I crawled under my blankets last night after trembling and gushing and melting on my bedroom floor.
It might also be that I’m ovulating, and my thoughts were dripping with lust and want and need. I wanted to be noticed. My outfit consisted of a soft white button-down that’s thick enough to disguise my lack of a bra, my tightest pair of black pants to keep my butt-plug snug, and knee-high burgundy boots that always made me feel exceptionally naughty. And the peachy fragrance I only kept for special occasions.
You might have caught me on the train today. Sitting quietly and pretending to read a book, pretending I didn’t have a plug up my ass and wasn’t mentally undressing every other passenger. Undoing their buttons and yanking down their underwear until I found what I wanted. Salivating at the thought of big hard cocks throbbing in some tall guy’s slacks. Heart aching as I imagined burying my face in another girl’s needs.
The thin line between love and hate: Part 3. The scorching, cum-drenched finale! [MF] [HEA]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebg0j5/the_thin_line_between_love_and_hate_mf_tease/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ecckln/the_thin_line_between_love_and_hate_part_2_mf/)
“This is a bad idea,” I uttered, momentarily able to think because Braden’s hands weren’t on me.
“Wrong. This is a great idea,” he replied as we stood in front of an elevator. He pulled me into a blistering kiss, then slid his hands underneath my dress where he hooked his thumbs underneath the delicate fabric of my thong. His fingers trailed lightly in between my cheeks, sending shivers up my spine.
“Yeah, a great idea,” I murmured, capitulating as my brain temporarily short-circuited.
“Can’t wait to get you out of this,” he murmured, snapping the elastic of my skimpy undergarment. “I’m going to remove it with my teeth. Not yet though, have to do something else first.” He moved a hand between my thighs so he could cup me, then slid an insistent finger in between my lips.
“Oh my God, so wet already,” he whispered harshly, grazing my clit. “That’s so hot. Your pussy is so ready for me.”
I nodded desperately, jerking my pelvis against his hand as I tried to get more of him. The pressure of his palm against my clit was almost unbearable.
[MF] Rimming, Anal, and Cum Play with Drunk Milf
As she laid down on the edge of the bed with her legs in the air and her freshly waxed pussy and ass exposed, I knew this night was going to be different.
We’ve been married for 5 years, but started dating when we were 19. Our sex life through our mid 20s was amazing. It slowed down in recent years, but with the stress of work and a baby that’s to be expected.
We’re both 31 and have great careers. Both definitely above average in the looks department. I’m 6’1, 190, and in pretty good shape (pics in profile). My wife is 5’8, 140, perky b cups, / perfectly round ass and thick thighs.
We left our one year old with the babysitter and headed to the trendy restaurant in our town for cocktails and dinner. Since moving to the suburbs, we really haven’t made friends. Everywhere we go, we are on the lookout for couples that look like they’d be our friends.