Wall To Wall [MF] [Oral] [creampie]

“Three months,” mused a restless, but excited Leslie Mayfield, “it’s been three whole months since I felt Rod’s loving touch.”

She’d been repeating that mantra since her plane landed an hour ago. Even though the flight had only been a couple hours, it might as well have been the longest trip of her life. Her time away from home and the man she loved had been strenuous, to say the least. Now, it was almost over and the cab driver couldn’t move fast enough.

Leslie fought the urge to yell at him, but it was already past midnight and Rod’s apartment wasn’t going anywhere. She just watched and waited anxiously, recounting how much distance and time had tested her relationship with her long-time love, Roddy Evans. So far, they’d passed with flying colors.

“Almost home,” Leslie said under her breath. “Just a few more minutes, baby. Wait just a few more minutes for me.”

It still sounded daunting. In many ways, it was. She and Rod were childhood sweethearts, having met in second grade when her family moved to the area. They started off as friends, but she knew she loved him before most girls got over their fear of cooties.

A little introduction (F/M)

Hello!
My name is Sophie! I’m 18 years old and live in the Netherlands. I’m about 1m71, weigh 65kg, have brown hair with a light curl just over my shoulders. I recently started a bachelor in law and I finally got a studentroom for my own! I still need to unpack some stuff, but yes! Finally a place for my own.

The reason I type here is that I love to talk and fantasize about naught and erotic stuff. I’ve been writing such stories since I was 15 years old. I sometimes shared it with friends. Some don’t really like it some do and it gives me a great feeling that people are reading these stories and maybe even getting aroused by them.

Of course Sophie isn’t my real name and I like to keep my real identity hidden for obvious reasons.

I’ve been sexually exploring since I was 15 and basicly I get aroused pretty easy. I think that’s one of the reasons I love to write about it and share it.

The Relationship [virgins]

She was convinced it was a lost cause. Stella met Levi in passing, in a college class. It wasn’t reciprocal at first. The voluptuous curves sculpted out of her whisper-soft skin were hidden under a t-shirt three times her size. Levi hid nothing, he never did. He was an athlete and didn’t care whether he appeared that way at first glance or not.

Stella swept the cascade of wheat-field blonde back behind her ears to get a better look at him. He was just under six feet tall and had the strong, broad shoulders of a protector. But his amber eyes, wide as saucers, hung heavy with sadness.

Levi was the kind of man who was defaulted to the friend zone. His personhood never quite aligned naturally with his body. Soul tormenting flesh and vice versa in an interminable feedback loop painfully familiar to all late-blooming adolescents.

Stella was the kind of girl men won’t admit to dreaming about, even though each has at at least one point or another. Usually more than one. Stella was the kind of girl men go for after the girl next door shows her true colors. The kind of girl you get to know over coffee, not in bed.

My first time with my boyfriend [FM] [GROUP]

Back on April 2016, I went to a friend’s birthday party on what was to be my last night in the city for a long time. I had been promoted and My new position would take me to Venice, Italy for the next one year. My flight was the very next morning. I had planned to stay for only a short time as i wanted to get some sleep. But then i saw him. A tall man with a gorgeous face and from what I could tell, a great body too , talking to the other guests. My interest was piqued and suddenly I wasn’t in a hurry to leave. I asked my friend who he was and she said he was this guy her husband worked with sometimes and was friends with. He had noticed me too and now we were both checking each other out. She introduced us and we talked, flirted and danced for a while. I still remember the electricity I felt as his intense hazel eyes looked into mine. Sadly, nothing happened as I had to leave in an hour. He congratulated me and wished me well.

Room 832 – Part 4 (mf) (Masturbating) (PIV)

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The next morning came all too quickly. I woke up to sunlight in my face. How had we forgotten to close the curtains before we crawled into bed? I blinked and lifted a hand to rub the sleep from my eyes, yesterday’s mascara and eyeliner rubbing off on my palm. At present, I was curled up against your side, my cheek resting against your chest and your arm was curled around my back, with your hand resting just above my ass. Quite frankly, I was surprised the sun hadn’t woken you up either, until I looked up and saw the blindfold over your eyes.

*Go figure,* I thought, chuckling softly to myself.

I shifted out of your embrace and quietly went over to the wardrobe grabbing my bag from within. At present, I was exceptionally naked and needed to change that. I closed the bathroom door and set about starting for the day.

With the makeup removed, I turned the shower on hot and let it start to warm up. The shower covered an entire wall of the bathroom and even though the water didn’t reach that far, there was a bench on one side. The entire shower was enclosed in glass and when steam had started to collect, I stepped in, shutting the shower door behind me.

Panty Fetish leads to Cum Snack [FM]

Hookups aren’t unusual to me, but lately most of them have been boring. Some have left me with bruises, but I’m saving those stories for another day.

Tonight I met someone else. He was handsome and charming, but I was intrigued that he said he had a few fetishes. One of them was eating pussy. He mentioned that he often fantisizes about going down on pretty girls and that others have said he was good. I know he wanted me to test him. So I did.

Slow at first, he lowered his face down between my legs. I was already wet from making out while on top of him earlier. Now he was below me, mouth open and eyes looking for my reaction. I could feel his hot breath on me. His tongue slid around my lips, teasing and exploring the entrance. Then he went deeper. I felt him rub his tongue on all sides of me. Gasping and moaning, I spread my pussy lips with my hands. He ate me even more furiously. His tongue vibrated against me as I gushed. He dug deep into my dripping wet pussy and I felt my juices trickle down my ass. I was making a mess on the bed but it was only the beginning.

That time my girlfriend [F] made me [M] a kinky bet I came to regret [FM]

So I’ve posted on and off here about the various escapades that I used to get up to with my (now ex) girlfriend. It was a pretty wild time in my life – being two rather horny young adults with a raft of kinks you’re desperate to try will do that to you, after all.

This particular encounter occurred during one of our lazy Saturday mornings together, where I’d been mouthing off a touch too much about my gym progress. For context, I’m a 6’, 72kg, fairly slim to average build – and my actual gym progress during this period could well have been described as having changed from ‘nothing doing’ to ‘maybe-something-minor doing’. Regardless, I was very proud, and way too smug about it.

Which is how my girlfriend came to suggest a bet, ostensibly with the intention of shutting me up about my ‘progress’ for the foreseeable future. It was a simple concept – if I could complete 50 pushups in front of her with a ‘minor’ handicap, I could continue bragging about my alleged fitness to my heart’s content. And if I couldn’t, she’d just have to gag me for the evening, to be rid of my arrogance.

Daddys baby #incest

I live at home with my brother and my father. My mum left when we were young and we never heard from her again. It took a lot of time to come to terms with being abandoned, but my father did his absolute best to make our lives as stable as possible with plenty of opportunities for our futures. My brother is in university and is away a lot. I work as a shrink but still live at home so I can save to buy a house. My dad is a bank manager and dresses very proper in fitted suits with cufflinks and a smart tie every day.

We live in a smallish house and always seem to be under each others feet but my brother goes back to Uni this weekend so it will just be me and my dad. I have been noticing lately when my dad looks at me he stares a little too long, I notice his gaze linger on my lips and his eyes drift down to my cleavage. I know it’s not right but his gazes send tingles to the pit of my stomach.

Not from the beginning. [M/F]

NOT FROM THE BEGINNING.

I should start at the beginning. But that would be too much of a bore. I mean I lost my virginity at 21. Not that it was a bad experience; it’s just that I should have started sooner. I mean, I had been missing out on a lot of fun. So I’m not going to start with the boring bits, I’ll start with the exciting–juicy–bits. This journal will be comprised of my sexual adventures. Eventually, I would like to have written down enough material so that I can submit this stuff for publication.

I am not an established writer; I’ve just been given an opportunity to get some things out there. But being the lazy bum I am, I can’t get myself to write any stuff down. My editor, God bless her, told me to set up a blog to at least help me write so that eventually I can write down some material for the sake of publication.

So here goes nothing.

[F]riday Night dinner out

Morning all, just a short story for this one. Went out for a meal last night, it was me, bro, dad, mom and uncle’s family. Was quite a fancy place, so guys had suit/jeans and girls had dresses.
What kept turning me on was seeing my male family members occasionally checking out my cleavage. I have no issue with this at all, as I often see dad and bro do it. But last night I found it a massive turn on. Part of me wanted to get them all to grope and kiss my breasts, but alas I managed to get through the meal and home to my vibrator