Pushing inside my boss with her dress on [MF]

This story happened about 4 years ago. I often think about it because it felt so sudden and thrilling when it happened.

I was 23 and working in a little coffee shop, trying to figure life out. I was coming off a bout of post-college depression and was kind of floating through life, hoping to figure out what it was I should be doing.

Abby was 27 and my boss. She was a really cool person: a music PhD student, she sang opera and taught voice lessons on the side. She worked in this coffee shop because it was easy and gave her time to do schoolwork. There were hours when the shop would be empty and we would talk about all sorts of things; we had similar worldviews but I learned a lot from her and loved talking to her.

I also found her really attractive, a distinct perk when I was interviewing for the job. She had dark hair and enormous, almond-shaped eyes that got wider when she spoke about music. She had the body of a college swimmer, although a few years of intense grad school in between softened her curves. She had big, pillowy breasts that I would steal glances at when she was teaching me about the cappuccino machine or ringing up a customer.

A NSFW Christmas Story: Family Get Together [FM]

The holidays had always been a time about bringing loved ones together, and there is no one you love more than your family and your man. This had been the first holiday the two of you had spent with the family. Everything had gone wonderfully. Conversation had been light and joyful banter had filled the kitchen and living room. Now sat at dinner you can’t help but look at him with such deep loving eyes.

  The two off you munched until your glances met. His warm smile filled your heart. While playing with your food you sneakily moved your feet to give him a small live tap. A flash of excitement hit him as he saw your challenge and was ready to play your reindeer game. Without alerting the family or moving the table the two of you played with each others feet. Kicking and teasing all in good fun.

  Your cousin always the rest eater finished and headed to the living room with a few others. It was then that your man moved to be next to you. He maintained polite conversation as his hand grabbed your. His embrace was full of so much love that you had to fight back and ugly smile. It was then that you felt his hand release yours and run up your arm. His skin graced yours as you could feel an almost magnetic connection to him.

I [M] [F]ucked a friend, and it was the best sex I’ve ever had.

(Context) So a few years back when I was the tender age of 18 I was pretty insecure about the size of my member. At the time I had been talking to friend, who I had met at a festival years before, she was in a relationship that she was unhappy with for sure. So one day I asked her if I could send her a Dick pic, (total fuck boy thing to do, I know, I was younger and dumber then.) She asked her bf if it was only, he said yeah, and well she said my dick looked nice. This was about four months before the annual festival we both attended each year. Between then and the festival she broke up with her bf, we started sexting, and planned to have sex when we saw each other next. So we finally see each other and are hanging out the first day I get my camp set up, and boy howdy let me tell you that there was some sexual tension. A description of the two of us before we begin, I was a 6’5″ 330 pound giant of a guy with dish-water blonde, curly hair, and pale brown skin. She was a 5’6″ chubby gall with a cute round ass and smaller tits, and longish tangly dark brown hair, pale white skin, and tons of freckles. Now onto the story.

[MF] my initiation into BDSM, fucking a rope master

So this one is a story that has delighted me for quite some time. A friend and I were having drinks when she told me she had always wanted to try going to a fetish club, I confessed I had always wanted to do the same! So we set to work trying to find a good intro club to go to in our city. I had dabbled with BDSM before, spanking, choking, and handcuffs had all been tried but I had never done it seriously.

We found a club to go to, it was 2 years ago at Christmas time so everyone was wearing Christmas themed outfits. I decided to wear a velvety red dress, which tied across the front and had a low v-neck. It came up to my mid thigh but also because it was tied, it was very revealing and sexy knowing all you had to do was untie the knot and the material would just fall away from my body. I had on a pair of heels as well, and I’m 5’10 without heels so that gives you an idea of how tall I was.

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Upon request, I pull my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job.

[M4f] Revenge on my high school bully part 3 [Blow job] [missionary] [hate fuck] [crying]

Matthew enters a bar. It’s loud because the football game just ended. It’s people angry and happy and a couple sulking away.

“I’m sorry about my tv guys. I don’t understand how the cable were cut. I just don’t know.” A guy with a few other guys with him said.

Matthew looks around and sees the man he’s looking for.

“Hey sir. You look like you need a drink. “ he signals the bartender.

“Yeah. My team loses and I lose money to my asshole buddies their.” He gestures.

“Oh that’s rough. The quartback really should be tougher. To much of a coward. Needs to man up. The coach. Don’t get me started. He’s runs his team like pussies.” Matthew talks and then waits for this man to respond.

The man smiles. “Finally a like minded man. Football today is for children. Their moms and bitches.” He laughs.

The drinks arrive. Two whiskeys and cokes. Thus beginning a night of drinking and chatting.

A hour passed. Matthew and now Josh are laughing.Josh is drunk. He’s passed his limit. Matthew helps him out side.

Speculation [str8]

“So did you hear what that footballer said?” Anna started to Catherine.

“No. What?” said Catherine.

“That coaching with Guardiola is better than sex.”

“What?” Catherine shot hotly.

“Coaching with Guardiola is better than sex,” said Anna.

“What’s a Guardiola?” asked Catherine.

“He’s a football coach supposed to be one of the best.”

“Well, he can’t be that good. That boy is just doing it wrong.” Catherine replied. She returned to focus on her magazine.

“This offends you?” Asked Anna.

“It’s a disrespectful thing to say. I bet the guy who said it has a girlfriend or something. Imagine that. Going to your man and labouring hard on his dick to be told that your pussy can’t compare to the lip service he gets at work. From his boss no less.”

“What if Mark had said that?”

My second lesson from my Driving instructor [MF]

After my first lesson, after those very moments on my bed thinking about you. My fingers take over as I remember your face and smile. Tease, touch, nead on my clitoris, dance all over it baby. My bedsheets get wet and wetter, I look each time to see your face- just to see it go as a my fingers take your place.

Just you nipping on my lips, licking, flicking me- Doesn’t that excite you Daddy? Imagine me and you as your tongue dances like a serpent on my tits- I’ll repay the favour, I promise

So today, the virgin (Me) the baby took her place in your car as you read through the list of my instructions “Park left here” “Centre right mirror” as you flicked down your sunglasses like an idiot and tapped my thigh like a terrible 80’s actor.

You saw what I wore. My tight knitted nude jumper- just with that push up bra I know you look at more than you should. And don’t mention the highwaisted jeans. Just a bit tighter for you..

Claiming the bride. [Mf] [reluc] [creampie]

*Today is going to be the happiest day of my life.* Or at least that’s the mantra I repeat to myself as my doe emerald eyes pass over the mirror in my dressing suite. My heart flutters in my chest, nerves twisting through my petite, hourglass frame in the last few hours before my wedding. My silky, dark red locks cascade over my shoulders in artful, loose curls that provide delicious contrast against the ivory hue of my skin. Expertly applied touches of makeup grace my heart shaped face – a dramatic swipe of eyeliner, the dusty pink shade of my lips. I’ve got time to kill in this small, softly lit dressing suite, a floor length mirror tilted and rimmed in gold in the corner of the room while a chaise lounge stretches in the opposite corner, inviting me to recline. But that doesn’t stop my nervous pacing, the click of my heels against the hardwood floor filling the room as I try to spend some of this frenzied energy.

Never say mount? [MF]

This is kinda long, but the back story shapes the intensity of the outcome.

About a month ago I accidentally met a woman at the gym. It’s not usually an ideal place to chat, but things happen.

For visual reference:
Like a B+ type personality, which is super fukn sexy. This girl is pretty gd hot. Recreational gymer. Roughly 5’6” 130lbs (ish). No blocky abs, but the kind of tummy ya like to lay your head on and kiss & tease. Brunette hair that reaches near her mid-back, with hazel eyes that are a little more green than brown. C cup, stacked quads & hams with shapely calves, and a round booty that looks like you could probably bounce ping pong balls off of it.

I’m 6’1”. Blonde hair, blue eyes, 190lbs. Recreational gymer. Moderate boozer.

She got my # by offering to share a protein smoothie recipe lol. A trick I’ll def use later.

We text back & forth and exchange “hey, what’s up” for a couple weeks. One of these random convos involves whether or not the term “mount” is ever appropriate in an intimate setting (unanimously hilariously not appropriate).