So I’ve been going to this extra help 1 on 1 session every Friday after school. We’ve never done anything before but last Friday, she was wearing something very revealing + tight yoga pants. Keep in mind that my school has a dress code so I was a little surprised by this when I walked in. She’s married and older, I’m considered above average in looks btw. So I walk in and sit down with her next to me. She says hey, emphasizing the y at the end. Then, she says she needs to find something really quick. She goes to the other side of the room and bends over pretty far. I didnt notice at first, but I turned around and there was her matured, huge ass in yoga pants. She turned her head around to see me looking at her ass. At this point, I had a raging boner and tried to make it somewhat noticeable for her to see that I was interested. She said, “looking at something?” And I replied with, “sorry Mrs. (blank).” She replied, “dont worry, maybe we can help eachother out?” I agreed and she proceeded to take my pants off. She blew me off for about five minutes then said it was, “her turn.” She took her tight yoga pants off and asked me to eat her out because we didnt have a condom at the time. I ate her out and she finished me off with a blowjob and I cummed on her face. We cleaned up and she said, “I’ll see you next Friday.” I’m so excited to see her this Friday lmao. Thanks for reading!
The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 4 [MF] [inc] [cheat]
*This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don’t worry, they’re fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.*
Julie sat in the study on Sunday afternoon, staring at her computer monitor. She sighed. It wasn’t easy selecting floor tile for the bathrooms. She worked her way through period-relevant tile from salvaged projects. They had to save money at every step for their Palmer Mansion restoration.
As she scrolled through the geometric patterns, Julie’s mind wandered to the deluge of sperm Daniel had sprayed on her. She’d once heard a vulgar comic say that every man’s dream was to cover women in sperm. *They want to drown them in cum,* he’d said. Julie thought the comic was just as horribly crass now as she did when she’d first heard him, but she might now understand the impulse better. It really had pleased Daniel to paint her with his seed like he did. And it had moved something in her as well. She, maybe, sort of liked it. That was a strange thing to admit to herself.
[F] My [M]aster sets a new high score
Before my Master ever even laid a finger on my body, I had heard about his former high score. To be honest, I didn’t believe it at all and assumed it was a lover stroking his ego or an attempted line. I was wrong. My body is like putty in his hands, it’s hard to keep focus let alone keep count of the orgasms. I’ve only been my Master’s slut for such a short time but I might already be completely addicted.
My body was humming with anticipation as I arrived at the building. I felt the wetness between my legs grow as I rode the elevator up, my legs already less stable as I walked through the door and stopped at the side table to remove my coat and shoes.
My dress, stockings and bra quickly follow. No clothing except for panties in the house; Master’s first rule. My fingers tracing over my body as I undressed was a constant reminder of Master’s second rule: I was not permitted to touch myself before my visit. I’ve been horny all day at this point and desperate for release. Master’s hands grazing my side snapped my attention back to the present. “Hi Master,” I coo, eager for his hands to stay on my body.
[MFM] The Kinkiest Thing I Have Ever Done
Hey everybody! I had an experience last week that blew my mind, and I would like to share it here to recapture it a little. For some background, I am 27 years old, with a moderate amount of sexual experience, most of it pretty vanilla. After a breakup I decided to begin to explore sexuality more, and discovered some people (on reddit actually) who were also looking for the same thing. After a lot of discussion and planning over the course of several weeks I met up with two fellow redditors, one another male 24 years old, and a female who is 38. We had a very long weekend together that involved a lot of experimentation, but the thing I would like to discuss specifically was one thing we tried that was the most wild.
Holiday decoration Joy-ride with [M]y [F]WB
Life with Katie this past year has been a roller coaster of an experience. We started seeing each other last X-mas season and connected on a level that I haven’t had with anyone else. I’ve had a genuine crush on her since the moment we met. But, she’s a wild one that is unable to be tamed. We dated in the beginning, always ending with hot and kinky sex. Then we downgraded to FWB, then friend-zoned for a spell and then upgraded back to FWB. We were all over the relationship spectrum within this short time. But, early this Fall/late Summer we came to a mutual understanding. So long as we kept things casual, kept the sex quick and fun with occasional kink moment thrown in, life between us would be good.
So that has been our routine since September. 1-3 nights a week she would come over, we’d fuck a couple of times. Thrown in some DP with a toy or plug, occasionally spice things up by tying her to the bed, then she’d go home. It was good, simple and repetitive and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. But it’s nothing worth writing about in my favorite sub on reddit. Katie has a few kinks that are fun to explore. She enjoys holding her breath, has an exhibitionists side to her we’ve explored a half a dozen times now and absolutely loves being naked. But our routine is rather plain and boring compared to our early relationship adventures.
Work Wife Ch. 4 [mf]
**Preface: this was not actually written by me. The muse to my previous stories actually found my first 2 chapters and confronted me about them. She was surprisingly quite flattered and admitted to there being a mutual interest. While we were never able to make anything happen, she submitted the below story and gave me permission to share it as the 4th chapter of this series.
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We’re walking down the hill from the hotel where our work conference is being held. It’s the last night I’ll see him before he moves 15 hours away. I’m wearing the dress I know he likes and made a reservation at Mayahuel down the block because I know good Mexican food is his favorite. It’s a “farewell/ thanks for everything/ I really want to fuck you while I can” dinner except he might not realize that last part.
Holden was my first intern five years ago when I wasn’t out of school long myself. We clicked instantly. You know those people who get your jokes and put in the same energy? That’s this guy. He was also cute as hell, but he was married, my intern, and only in town for the summer. He went back to Kansas, and that was it.
The thin line between love and hate [MF] [Tease] [Office romance] [Power dynamics] [Slow burn] – Part 1
“Time to put on your big girl pants and join the real world, Alex,” Braden said, smirking at me with unrestrained amusement. “I’ll be sure not to tell the partners at Haverford and McGill about all the times I wiped the floor with your ass during our classroom debates.” I narrowed my eyes as I turned to look at him, trying to ignore his barely-tamed waves of his dirty blond hair, or the way his strong jaw and smirking lips made me want to kiss his face off.
“*Alexandra*,” I said automatically, ignoring his dig. It was just another day, and another taunt from Braden Haverford III, my law school classmate and the perennial thorn in my side. I tossed my long chestnut-colored hair over my shoulder as I took in the view from the commencement stage where we were seated. Exactly how was I going to deal with this rich, arrogant dickhead when we joined the same law firm after graduation? And his father’s law firm, no less?
I usually tried to be the bigger person around Braden and ignore how he seemed to take particular delight in antagonizing me. I really did.
A stranger arrives…
Hello. I’ve been told I would be good at erotic literature. I saw a photo of an absolutely perfect woman tonight on r/GWaustralia that inspired me. Here is what I wrote to the poster of said picture:
Imagine you’re on your bed, fallen back in your panties after a long hard day. A cool breeze ushers in through your window and catches on your sweat-laden skin. You are so tired, aching from work. Your hairs stand on end as the breeze kisses your skin, and you sink into the comfort of your bed, with your eyes closed.
You’re lonely, but don’t have time for men who stick around after sex and have expectations of more… But you’re too exhausted to pleasure yourself… And so you lay there, wishing for some kind of fantasy in which you are worshipped without obligation, without silly conversation.
As your eyes grow heavy and you near sleep, you feel the slightest whisper of hot breath on your bare thighs. You wonder if you’re in a half-dream state, surely nobody would be so cunning as to have let themselves into your apartment, unwelcomed. But you do welcome it, the taboo thought of a handsome stranger coming in to softly caress your body.
What is wrong with me? Pt. 2 [FM]
I can’t sleep well until I get this off my chest.
In my defense, he never wore a ring. The man who was always available for video chats and consistent days of messaging never showed me any sign of being taken. His words confidently assured me of the opposite, and as I crawled on top of him I had never felt this selfish, entitled feeling like no one had ever and no one could ever belong to me more.
He knew I was more passionate than the women of his past, and I knew he was larger than the men in mine. We didn’t consider condoms, not tonight. Not in our fantasies over the past 1,000+ days. I wanted to feel all of him. I wanted him to know as my nails gripped the one shoulder that wasn’t injured from his heavy camera equipment, I was responding to all that he is. And, I wanted him to know I never lied about believing I would be the tightest he had ever felt.
The Nerd Strikes Back [fmmmmmmm] [straight] [voyeur] [fiction]
*Featuring bittybytebaby as Ruby Warner.*
It begins with a late transfer to the 11th grade class of Urstwyn High School.
“Please introduce yourself to us, Ms. Warner,” says Mrs. Prior.
The alt girl with pale skin, tattoos, blue hair, and dark blue eyes rises from her seat to address the class. “Hi. I’m Ruby. I’m originally from Dalton. I was attending Dalton High School before I transferred here.”
Before the girl can sit down, Mrs. Prior asks, “And how did you come to move to Urstwyn, Ruby?”
“My dad got a new job here after he was fired for blowing up the laboratory he used to work at. It was an accident but he was fired anyway. Two people died in the explosion.”
A murmur goes up from the class, but it dies down quickly when Ruby adds, “I’m more into computers than chemicals, which is what my father is into. He’s a chemist. I hope to be a web designer someday.”
That first day for Ruby goes by quickly and before the final bell rings, she has a boyfriend named Quentin from 12th (final) grade and has given him a blowjob in the library.