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I’ve never squirted so much.

I’ve never squirted so much before.

My husband is out of town again, so even though we just saw each other at the park the other day, we have the rare chance for a free afternoon alone, in a bed, with music and plenty of cannabis. We already spent the last hour or so fucking upstairs in my bed. As soon as he stepped in my house, I led him upstairs, single-mindedly focused on what he was going to do to me. He stood next to the bed as I faced him on all fours, ass in the air, and had me suck his dick as he admired my body. He rubbed and worried my nipples through my thin t-shirt, then pulled up my shirt to suck on each pink, puffy nipple, gently nibbling the edges with his teeth. I enthusiastically rode his long cock, looking in wonder as it stroked in and out of me, looking so big next to my slim hips. I grinded and wiggled against him, feeling the tip of his dick hit deep inside against my cervix and I yelped a little when he grabbed my waist and held me there, circling his hips, reaching up to play with my nipples some more. He closed his eyes in ecstasy and fucked me hard from behind. My hair was in my eyes and I grasped the headboard of my bed when he finally came deep inside me. Read more »

Napped All Afternoon [FF] Style, Quickie ;)

It was one of those cool, misty and humid days, yesterday. A perfect day to stay in bed. Our SOM went to his parents place for Fathers day, so we had the day to ourselves.

At first we were all frisky, licking, sucking and finger-banging each other. After a couple rounds we cuddled up and fell asleep. After every 10-20 minutes we’d make out a little bit and give each other a nice rub or tongue lashing before napping again.

It is a good thing he got home well enough before I needed to get ready for work, because I needed him to wake me up. If you know what I mean…

Sara’s Self Discovery Part 3

Sara spent the next couple of months being a good mother to a beautiful little girl named Sasha.

During this time we talked every day, yet Sara was not quite ready to fully resume our sexual play.

Oh we teased each other and did talk about our sexual histories, yet I felt that there was something that Sara was holding back, something that she was reluctant to talk about.

However I hinted that whatever she told me in confidence would be kept strictly between the two of us.

Sara had hired a nanny to assist her in caring for Sasha due to her and her husbands hectic life and work schedule.

This was a blessing for her, allowing her to be less frantic and care for her daughter with less worry.

It was in the third month that Sara’s libido returned and returned with a vengeance.

Sara was over at my place taking break from motherhood for a few hours.

While talking about nothing in particular Sara knocked over her glass, spilling milk across the kitchen table.

She began to grab for the roll of paper towels to clean up her mess. Read more »

The doctor will see you now [FM]

I found myself in Chicago for work for a few days. I am active enough on the dirty subs to know it wouldn’t be hard for me to find fun while traveling there. Apparently tons of physicians were descending on town that week, many of whom were thirsty for sex. I ended up connecting early on with one who fit my general interests and with whom I seemed to have good sexual chemistry.

We agreed to meet at the bar in my hotel, 8PM. I kept on my work attire from earlier in the day: a black wrap dress and black patent heels. I spotted him easily as I walked across the hotel lobby. He stood and hugged me when I got there, and I perched myself on the stool next to him, crossing my legs and ensuring the dress parted enough to reveal more of my thigh than would have been appropriate in a business setting. As we both got comfortable, the touching started: a graze on the leg, and then my hand moving further up his to the point where I could feel his cock with the tip of my finger. We closed out the check quickly and headed upstairs. Read more »

[M]y attempt at a “per[F]ect week”.

For those not in the loop of what a perfect week is, its sleeping with a different girl every night of the week. So, 7 girls in 7 days. This is my story at taking a shot at the perfect week. TL;DR at bottom.

This was about 4 years ago now. I was in college, my roommate had just moved out and I was having a fun time using Tinder to its fullest. Now as you know it is kinda difficult as a guy to get girls to match, much less get them to agree to meet, and even less likely to end up sleeping with them. So my prep work was about 3 months of chatting up girls, setting up times, going on dates, etc. etc.

Quick bio: I am pretty much the definition of Average Joe. I’m 5’7″, 170lbs , brown hair, brown eyes, 6″ dick. I had built my tinder profile to be extremely open to what I wanted, and it seemed to work. I was taking a semester off from school to work so that I could pay for the next semester, which meant working the afternoon/night shift. I usually got off around midnight or so. Pretty good time to get off and meet up with girls in a college town, or get up early and do something in the morning. Read more »

Remembering [m]y sister (back story) [f] [mf] [incest]

Disclaimer: I originally posted this in 10 parts in the incest subreddit about a year ago before they recently quarantined that group. I wanted to re-read it as it brings back so much memories (She passed away about 2 years ago). But my posts were gone after that group was scrubbed. I was luckily able to re-find it through some internet forensics though. So I’m going to take a stab at reposting it here, maybe keeping it more accessible to myself through a live subreddit. even though it’s probably against the rules. But fuck it, it’s worth a shot! I’m keeping my original introductions/rambling intact from those old posts. Thanks for indulging me.

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(Note: I took some liberties with dialogue, etc to make it a better read. That and it was 20 years ago! And I’ve always ripped on my sister for having an “old lady name” so I guess it would be funny if I call her “Ethel” in this story. I sincerely hope none of you have a Grandma Ethel.) Read more »

The Best Father’s Day Present [MF]

After we ate the dinner my mom made, she looked ready to collapse. Yawning loudly, she walked over and kissed my stepdad on the forehead. She told me to make sure to go to bed early so I wouldn’t be late for work tomorrow, and then made her way upstairs. I caught the glance my stepdad shot her, the eager hope in his eyes, the way he watched her ass swaying up the steps before it disappeared. But she genuinely seemed exhausted, and who could blame her after working two shifts in a row over the weekend? The hospital couldn’t let her take the days off; it was only Father’s Day after all.

My stepdad sank the leather couch beside me, the disappointment clear on his face, and I finally knew the perfect present to give him. I’d felt so bad during dinner when mom presented her lasagna and my stepbrother, who’d gone to the gym, gave him a brand-new watch. All I’d given him was a mug that said, “World’s Best Dad.” I couldn’t think of what to get him. What’s the best way to tell my white stepdad how I really felt about him? Read more »