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[FF] My obsession

I stumbled onto this sub a few days ago and reading some of your secrets has inspired me to make an account and post my own. I hope this has enough meat in it to be able to pass as a story.

My life can be considered, by all means, a great one. At 26 I am married, living with my husband who I plan to have kids with, holding a great position at a job I love and earning enough income to be able to afford a comfortable lifestyle and still have some extra for fun. Everyone who knows me, my partner included, sees me as a serious, God fearing and committed businesswoman, and yet none of them have a clue that sometimes, when I’m say I’m working, I’m actually doing something else.

I don’t know how to explain this, so I’ll just say it. I have an oral fixation. Anything that is near me, like a pen or a fork for example, I’ll immediately put in my mouth and start sucking. That’d be normal if it stopped right there, I suppose, but the greatest thing to suck on I ever found, in all my life, by far… are tits. Read more »

[MF] We take a ride in a taxi.

This is my first story. I opened this account with my SO so that we can share some of our experiences.
Isla and I took a taxi from my house to go out to dinner and have drinks in the downtown area. I lived in the burbs; a long drive out of the city limits, so the taxi was going to be expensive. I’ve learned the hard way that if you plan on drinking, you can never pay enough in taxi rides to keep yourself out of trouble.
We went out. Made out. Ate. Drank. Made out some more. Truly an annoying couple with our PDA, especially considering our age, but it didn’t matter. It was early in the relationship — those days when you can’t keep your hands off each other, even in a public place. People around us had chastised us for too much lovin,’ but we shrugged it off and kept snuggling at the end of the bar. Our divorces had ravaged both of us, so we were fresh out of dead bedrooms and into each other’s arms.
After a night of burning down the town, we hailed a taxi to head back home to the burbs. The shaggy young driver greeted us gruffly as we settled into the rough leather interior. We gave him our destination, and the silence enveloped the inside of the yellow sedan: a grizzly driver and two horny drunk people on a 30-minute nighttime cab ride to the suburbs.
Now, Isla is hot. Not just hot for “her age,” but hot regardless. Long blonde hair, stunning green eyes that are hard to stare into at times. She is still upscale, elegant, and always dresses like a lady. Her legs are long, she is lean, and small up top, perfect in my eyes. I’m “alright for a guy of 50.” Slight dad bod, 5’10,” 6.5″ cock that still stands upright to one o’clock. I’m thankful to have no issues with an erection, even with a belly full of scotch.
We started on each other before the cab had made it to the freeway out of town. The night’s kissing heated us to extremely high radiation levels, and there was danger of a Chernobyl level explosion unless someone released a valve somewhere. I ran my hands along Isla’s thighs and unbuttoned her jeans. They were tight as she sat in the back of the cab, and I was unable to get my fingers between her legs, so I pulled them down slightly off her hips. She was already wet, and that made me harder – as if it was possible. Isla opened my fly and released me. We were like two aging professionals, heavy petting like 16-year-olds in the back of my dad’s car. Read more »

Welcoming Home My Wife [MF]

My wife has been travelling extensively for a work assignment for the past three months. She is typically gone all week, home for a couple of days, then gone again. Sometimes, like now, it is multiple weeks between visits home. It marks the most distance between us, for the longest periods of time, in our marriage. Needless to say, there is often a lot of pent-up passion when she returns, however briefly she is home.

She ended one of her travel stints Thursday night. This is the story of how I welcomed her home.

I woke Friday morning intent on clearing the path (and the house) for a day filled with welcome home sex. My wife had arrived home late Thursday night, cuddled with the kids, and passed out. Friday, I got them each off to their day camps. My wife and I both needed an adult day. I had taken the day off to make it happen.

While the kids waited in the car, I walked back into the bedroom, leaned over and kissed my wife, whispering, ‘We are about to have the house to ourselves all day.” Read more »

Possession [ambiguous flash]

Warm, thick blackness and the faint smell of sweat on laundered sheets. I press my cheek down into the pillow and take a deep breath. My hands close into the folds of the sheets. I’m awake and it’s late.

I open my eyes a crack, the time is 2:34 am. My mouth feels dry when I swallow experimentally. Your fingers are on my body. You’re the reason I’m awake.

You’re making little circles, softly, so softly, teasing my left nipple with your fingertips. I make a plaintive little noise, and wriggle back against you. I want to be asleep.

The sensitive nub betrays me, hardening under your touch. There are electric currents thrumming quietly down my spine and into some secret place inside me. You pinch gently and I feel your stubble against the back of my neck.

Your breath hot in my ear, “Are you awake, baby?”

I pout into the darkness. “Mhhhmmmm … no,” I tug the sheet up to cover my exposed shoulder, “I’m sleeping.”

“Okay then,” you say, and you pull softly, stretching the skin around my nipple. I feel your cock pulse against my leg, thick and hot. Read more »

[MF] Free use marathon during our vacation together!

I usually post my stories about Stella and I in chronological order but this time I want to tell something that happened more recently. About a week ago to me more exact. We both decided to take a vacation for a few days to celebrate her birthday. We had our destination, hotel, spots to go visit, everything is set. All we have to do is wake up early as shit to endure a three and a half hour car drive and we’re set.

We wake up at around 6, pack the rest of our shit, grab a quick bite to eat at Perkins, and officially hit the road. Stella was wearing the red floral sundress I gifted her after dinner with her parents the day prior on the way over which she looked absolutely to die for in. The entire time she kept flashing me her hot pink panties moving them aside every now and then. I really wanted to finger her as I drove but I was planning something way bigger. We get there a little after 10:00am and set up shop in our 3rd floor room with an absolute gorgeous view of Lake Michigan. We decide to rest for an hour or two as we unwind with the help of a THC juul pod which kicked our dicks harder than expected. Read more »

Fucked a virgin [MF] while her friend [F] spied on us

First, thanks for all the support for the last story. Gives me confidence to post more. And so…

I dated this girl for a short while in university. My friends all hated her, but I thought she was cute. Redhead. Perky little tits. Skinny. She had this vibe like she might turn out to be a lesbian.

But I was the lucky chap who got to take her virginity.

We’d been fooling around for a few months, lots of sucking and licking, jerking and fingering.

Full sex never really seemed on the cards for some reason, but it didn’t really matter because she could suck like a fucking goddess. And she was happy to swallow gallons of cum too.

She’d tell me about the various objects she’d shoved up her meaty little pussy. Her little vibrator, vegetables, a bottle or two (always in the bath, so it was nice and warm, of course). So I was surprised she still had a hymen.

She’d also ask me about the girls I’d fucked in the past – I loved telling her those stories because she’d get really turned on and it would always end with me squirting cum down her throat. Read more »

Maria meets her ‘daddy’ for the first time [anal, lube, Mf, creampie, dirty talk, underwear, fingering]

Maria received a text message. Her heart fluttered. It was from him. The man she had been exchanging messages with for several weeks. It was in the usual tone: direct, to the point, an instruction to be obeyed.

“Go to the downtown hotel. There is a room reserved under your name. Be there for six. I will be there at seven – J.”

Her heart fluttered. They had not met before. This would be the first time. She packed a bag, her favourite underwear, a sexy outfit. Then she unpacked it and packed it again. She knew what he was like – dominant, firm, directive – but he hadn’t said what he wanted. Would he want her to be in innocent white? Or naughty black and red? Did he want her to play the naive virgin or dirty slut? She felt so nervous. She wanted it to be perfect. More than once she reached for her phone to send him a message but stopped herself. No – he gave the instructions. If that was all he wanted to say that was all. Read more »