When I was younger (and this is still true now) I was very adventurous with sex. I love the outdoors, I love the risk…the experience…everything. I was a teenager with my boyfriend at time and we were standing outside the house of a party. My back was against the rough bark of a tree and he picked me up as he began kissing me and pressed me flush against the tree while I wrapped my legs firmly around his waist. In only a T-shirt, panties and cotton shorts, he slid the panties over so roughly that they tore; he plunged himself into my pussy, already wet from the vulnerability and anticipation. Anyone could have walked by, but he didn’t care. He went harder and deeper, I could feel my soft skin rubbing against the rough bark and my clit rubbing against his pelvis making the blend of pleasure and pain at a height. He suddenly put me down on the grass, flipped me over onto all fours and continued to take me from behind with my ripped panties dangling to the side. My knees sliding against the moist dirt and grass had me feeling so animalistic. He pulled my hair and bit my neck and right as he was about to come he pumped hard and deep into me until I nearly collapsed under him with the force. Once we were finished I had to adjust the torn panties so that they didn’t dangle out of my shorts making me hyper aware of them the rest of the night as well as our dirty deed as we went to mingle with the rest of the party.
[FM] drove north with bf over holidays, gave him a bj
I’ve been with my current bf much less than a year, and I’m pretty excited to actually spend the holidays… not alone! I have no siblings, my dad died in a car accident, my mom is in prison, my grandparents live in Europe, pretty much everyone I know already has plans and my bf is the obvious person to tag along with.
We met at the subway station to travel North. We made out heavy with tongue, I fell asleep cuddled onto him until we reached our stop. We hopped in our reserved rental car and he drove us North 2 hours to a country style home just outside of Catskill. It was really cold, and still morning. I wore my blanket I brought, even with the rental car’s heating thing on max. The way the forests were composed of tall green and brown trees instead of grey skyscrapers was staggering and beautiful. It made me want to leave the city more often and reminded me of my childhood when everything use to be ok.
Nightcap (FM)
Surging up and over I feel my forearms sink into the bed as I hang over you. Our naked bodies strike in different places while we continue to kiss, back and forth in nothing but the bubble of pleasure around us. The only thing penetrating our little world is the sounds and garish lights of the movie on TV. They create a vivid background as both us and the movie make way to the denouement.
Your hums of satisfaction chorus with mine. Breaking to chastely kiss you just one more time I try to gracefully make my way down your body. Your skin is hot under my lips and plainly delectable. I alternate between kissing, nipping and licking your torso hoping you like it as much as I do. Reaching my prize I glance to see your hooded eyes watching me back. It’s both heady and empowering to see the torrent of pleasure and need on your face. The succession of your quick breathing makes me clench in my own excitement.
The start of something,part4[sil, still sfw]
Now kneeling at my place at her feet, she toys with me by keeping her socked feet moving around, out of my grasp, but I manage to grab her ankles and steady her on front of me.
She laughs but keeps still to let me get to her sock.
Longer than the last pair, I slip each one off her feet before enjoying the pedicurists job.
I am still amazed how small they are and wonder how she can stand, but continue my exploration.
Noting how ticklish she is, I increase the pressure so that I can continue working my hands on her feet and ankles without her pulling away from me.
In the back of my mind is the fear she will over react and kick me in the face, but so far she has given me all the time I desire to delight in her presents.
Again she cooes and I know she is enjoying herself. I rub my hands around her feet and ankles, and moving her feet so that I can see the red of her toes.
[MF] Cougar attack
Long time listener, first time poster. Always wanted to share a story and finally had something noteworthy happen.
Went to the club and found this clearly older woman. She was dressed to show off, wearing some sort of black leotard that showed off her big tits and some cleavage. Makeup all done up and a slutty attitude.
She could probably tell that I was drunk and horny because she wasted no time turning around and grinding her ass into me and rubbing my cock with her hands. I invite her back to my place, but she says she wants to stay a little later since she just got there.
I text her this morning and she wastes no time telling me to come over and that all she wants is to suck me off before she starts her day, I must have been across town in ten minutes.
I text her that I’m outside and she opens the door for me, kind of a shitty neighborhood and her kid is right there in the living room asleep on the couch. She moves me along to her bedroom and immediatley starts rubbing my dick through my clothes, giving me a chance to feel her up a bit before she gets on her knees.
A romantic evening with a shapeshifter. [M/F][Non-human/Human][Liquid-type Shapeshipter]
He had taken her dancing and kept her in a near perpetual state of arousal all evening. It wasn’t just with his piercing blue eyes, that he had chosen for his humanoid form, or how gracefully he could control that body, and hers, on the dancing floor, but with his hands. All evening, unseen by anyone, he had been practically making love to her, as they had danced at “The Palace.” With those impossibly sensual hands, he could do things that no human could do. She was getting even wetter just thinking about how she was gently caressed, up and down her body and through her dress. Everywhere she come in contact with his body, he sent covert electric tingles across her skin. She moaned. She wanted him so badly. Not the rugged human-looking form he was able to take on, but, the real him, how he naturally was.
Born Stripper [FF]
First post on my [blog](http://odetodinah.com/born-stripper) Enjoy…tell me what you think.
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We’d been talking for months. We did it all….heavy flirting, constant back and forth texting, long make out sessions, hugs that lasted way longer than they needed to. Maybe they needed to. We did it all except fuck, and I wanted her. Bad. She knew I liked her and I knew she liked me. I could taste the sexual tension between us, like the aftertaste of cheap wine and chocolate bars. Too much sugar. It was one of those nights she stayed over longer than she “meant to”, and was “too drunk” to go home. We rehearsed this so often it was unspoken now, subconscious. She’d stay over and we’d spoon or make out til’ we fell asleep, never going further than that. Innocent.
But that night we were laughing more, joking at one point about how broke we were. How strippers made so much money just dancing. We should be strippers, we concluded half drunk and giggling.
“You couldn’t be a stripper”, she slurred. “Can you even dance?”
“What??!! If there’s on thing I can do it’s dance baby girl,” I bragged with a swift sassy hand motion in the air still hysterical.
[MF] SIL teases me with her sexy panties
This happened a long time ago with my ex-SIL, but I still think about it all the time.
My ex-wife’s sister, Patty, and I always had an unspoken thing between us. I don’t know what it was about her, pheromones maybe, but every time I was around her it was like she just oozed sex out of her pores. There was always this sexual energy/tension between us that neither of us ever directly acknowledged, but it was unmistakable.
One night my ex and Patty went out for a girl’s night. I was enjoying the Friday night to myself, playing CoD and getting drunk. Finally they came home around 2 and were obviously pretty drunk. Patty came in a sat really close next to me and said how much she wished I had gone with them, I would have had so much fun, etc. I loved being close to and smelling her.
Anyway, we all talked for a while and they were both ready to sleep but I’m still having fun gaming. So I tell Patty she can sleep with my wife in our bed and I’ll just pass out on the couch. I gave her some privacy to change into a lot of my wife’s PJs and we all said good night. They headed off to bed and I headed back to the couch to do more battle.
Fucking like koalas [FM]
Donald had to suppress a moan as Hillary grinded her tight ass against his MASSIVE erection in his business pants as they waited to hail a cab. It had been almost 3 years since they had started their affair with each other since Donald had been elected. The taboo of the whole relationship made it that much hotter and sexier for the couple who were both well into their 70s.
They hailed a cab and arrived at their destination, The Donald Trump International Hotel in Washington D.C.
They walked quickly into the lobby, eager to get to their room and fuck like koalas. Hillary giggled as Donald slapped her 72 year old ass in front of horrified bystanders who had the terrible luck to witness it. A woman clawed her eyes out.
They walked into the elevator very unsexily and Donald literally picked up and threw out the other people standing inside so he could have some time with his precious Hillary.
“Oh, baby, your coochie looks like roast beef.” Donald said as he licked and sucked on her wrinkly clit as Hillary moaned and pushed his head down further.
A morning as a magical maid [FM]
Although I mostly enjoyed my Christmas and New Year, it was a frustrating time for me sexually, especially while my sister was clearly having a great time which only made things worse. However, over Christmas I was contacted by a photographer who lived surprisingly close to my parents looking for a very particular photo shoot with me, and given that I was perfectly placed I jumped at the chance to arrange something with him for the period between Christmas and New Year’s Day.
So, one morning I woke up a little earlier than I normally would have, grabbing some breakfast quickly, showering, then packing the outfit I’d been asked to bring into a bag and borrowing my mum’s car for the short 20 minute drive to the photographer’s house. After parking up and taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bag off the passenger’s seat and headed up the drive of the house, seeing the door opening as I walked towards it. Waiting for me was the man I’d been talking to – in his late 50s, with grey, receding hair, well-dressed in a shirt and trousers and enthusiastic in his greeting towards me.