Rose didn’t know how long she’d been in the crate. Her back ached; the cool metal of her container offering no comfort. Why should it? It’s not like it was made to ship people like this. The air was stuffy, and the air purification strips stuck to her neck were slightly whirring with the strain. It was all worth it though. Worth it to be off of that terrible rimworld. It was the kind of place you didn’t stay unless you couldn’t afford to leave. Rose had always dreamed of leaving. Of seeing the stars and discovering new things, and she couldn’t do any of that from that damned rock. That’s why she took the risk when a supply cruiser had landed in her town. Why she slipped in the crate when no one was looking, strapping the purification strips she had stolen to her neck and praying they worked.
I [M] was a stripper/participant at an orgy
I think I can say with confidence that age 19 was when I peaked. Physically, I was built. The stereotypical gym rat, muscles, tone, strength.
One day I was at the local gym in the town where I went to college. It wasn’t the campus gym, and it was still free to students as the school gym was usually packed.
I was running on a treadmill when this older woman, who looked mid 30s or so, got on the one next to me. She was beautiful in her athletic attire, big breasts that were screaming through her sports bra, and a very nice, big round ass in yoga pants that were probably a size too small for it.
The combination of physical activity, and a hot woman next to me, I was rocking a semi. And being the cocky arrogant guy I was back then, was *that* guy who wore sweatpants with no underwear to show off.
My time on the treadmill was up, and the woman followed me around as I did my weights. Always on a different machine. If she was looking at me, I didn’t notice.
Quality custom erotica! [writer]
Hi! I’m a freelance erotica author working full-time on writing and particularly custom erotic stories (next slot is open for last week of Sept / first week of Oct currently due to work in the queue currently) and I take on pretty much anything and everything. Underage characters, of course, are not accepted but I’m happy to work with extreme kinks or vanilla scenes and have covered a very wide range in the furry fandom and with human characters too. I’m available on FurAffinity for my full back catalogue or Literotica for a good selection, although I am still in the process of updating this list (300+ stories uploaded though so there is a good number up there!).
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The Doll Factory, part 10-13 (Slowburn)
*Castlelike 2*
Minna straightened her squated body and turned towards Boss man. “What the hell are you doing here?”, Minna could barely look at him, she felt guilty and caught. By reflex she forced the most innocent and quirky smile she could muster “I was looking at the holes, I mean lips, mouths, I didnt understand what they were.” Boss mans facial expression did not lighten, “What are you doing *here*, at the party, if you snuck in here you will be in a world of hurt”. “Oh” Minna replied instantly, “I was invited, by Anthony, we are childhood friends”. This time his face did change, abit, it gave a skeptical look, “Anthony? Anthony Hampton?” “Yes” Minna replied, now having done away with most of her fake smile, feeling in control of the situation, “Anthony Hampton is your childhood friend?”, Minna nodded affirmatively.
“There you are” Anthony exclaimed as he stood in the hallway outside the room, he entered and his smile instantly turned to a grin as he saw Boss man, “Kevin” Anthony said and offered his hand, “Tony”, Boss man reluctantly replied during the firm shake. “Is this old fuck bothering you?” Anthony jested as he faced Minna, his facial expression still lighthearted, Minna appreciated the banter and a genuine smile now dressed her face, “Only at work”.
Loving Memories [MF] [sex robot] [ScFi] [rom]
Many people claimed to understand true love. Those same people might also claim they understand loss. Karina Stroman had encountered many of those people in the past three, four months, and nine days. That was how long it had been since her husband, Lieutenant Joseph A. Stroman died. Throughout that painful, heart-breaking stretch of time, she became convinced. They didn’t understand in the slightest.
Karina loved her husband. She loved him in ways few could appreciate. He was the only man she’d ever dated. He was the only man she’d ever slept with. He was the only man she wanted to marry. She had every intention of growing old and gray with him, having kids and building a life together. The idea of not being with him never crossed her mind.
Then, it happened.
Her husband, an aspiring pilot in the Air Force who aspired to fly planes, died in a terrible crash. They said it was an accident. They claimed there was nothing anyone could’ve done. That didn’t make it hurt any less. Her heart broke into a billion pieces that day. Nothing had been the same since.
The Best First Time Ever [MF]
I’m a young man in my early 20s and about a year ago I was swiping through Tinder (I found out I was too ugly to get matches on bumble lol) and matched with one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I have never found myself to be he best looking man in the room but I am smart and funny and confident of those two points. What I hope you’re about to read in its (almost) entirety is my first time with M. This is by far the best first time sex I’ve ever had with a partner. I hope you enjoy my account of the nights events.
We had started chatting and found we had a lot of similar interest, it was fantastic. The first time we had met we decided to have a sunset dinner at chill restaurant over the water in CA. Dinner was amazing, we bonded over our shared love for tequila and chicken fajitas. We talked at length well past the sunset and ended the night with a hug and the promise to go out again the next weekend.
Puking on his cock and swallowing [MF]
Preface: I’m currently abroad, and have been sharing a lot about my travels. This is an old story that I have been encouraged to share. Also, pseudonyms have been used, because duh.
It was about 9:30 pm when I started to crave cock. I was sitting in a booth at a bar with my friends, sipping an overpriced gin cocktail and playing bingo. I hadn’t wanted to go out on a Wednesday night, but after incessant nudging from my roommate, I decided to tag along.
I was dressed atypically sexy that evening. Anyone that knows me would describe me as a tomboy, but that night I had decided to play girl. I wore a white lace spaghetti strap tank top, some linen pants, and did my hair and makeup. I didn’t look like myself, but I looked hotter, so I went with it.
Around the second round of drinks, I started to get really horny. I texted my boyfriend to see if he was still up, and if I could come over to fuck. He sent a picture from his hot tub.
I’d love for you to come get steamy and wet with me
[MF] My Tinder date puked on me…
I (26M) found a girl on Tinder who seemed pretty kinky. We talked about it beforehand, I even snapped her my toys (after laying them out on the ottoman in my apartment).
Eventually we met up for a few drinks, chatted and went back to my place (perfect because I live alone)
I knew she had two major kinks, as we discussed before: pain and deepthroating.
I went all out with her on the pain, but I’d done BDSM before. While I don’t mind sharing, the deepthroat is what I really wanna talk about, bc it was quite different…
We 69ed while she deepthroated, but with a twist…I got on top of her and pushed my cock in her mouth. Unfortunately, she has a gag reflex. But luckily, she likes her limits tested. So when she started to gag, I didnt pull out. Quite the opposite actually…I pushed in HARD for about 2-3 seconds every time she gagged and the pulled out to give her a minute to breathe. As you can imagine, this position is perfect for a few seconds of aggresive throat-fucking after the gag reflex goes off because she has no where to pull her head back ?
I overheard her at girls night..
I(M23) drove my wife(F23) 2 hours to a friends house and I just sat around the house while her and her girl friends painted, drank, and talked. I’m scrolling through social media when I heard my wife say something about “one of my ex’s had a foot fetish and I have him a foot job” then the girls saw me look over at them so they changed subject.
Should I ask her about it? I felt uneasy about it but I was also turned on. I was thinking if she responds positively, then maybe someday I could have her be my hotwife, or I could share her. Look at the pictures of her on my profile and let me know, should I ask her about it?
Moving Forward (M/F) (Oral) (Vanilla)
First Story Attempt and any feedback good or bad is appreciated.
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I resolved to myself that I was doing this. I hadn’t seen him in a few years, but he agreed anyway. He was driving down to see me and we were going to spend the day together. We hadn’t even made plans, just that we were going to hang out. He was my best friend who I talked to about almost everything until a few years ago where we had a small falling out. That was the last time we had seen each other, but recently we reconnected. Soon we were talking every night and texting each other all day long.
He was going to arrive around 8 so I woke up early and showered. I had cleaned the night before to make sure there were as little problems in the living room as possible. I wore my pretty grey with blue flowered bra and grey panties. A low-cut V-neck shirt that showed off my 36DD breast in a nice way, and jean shorts. I met up with him at his car. When he got out, he looked so different then I remembered.