She walked into the party alone, most of her face covered by a lacy pink masquerade-style mask. The silk string of the mask was tied into a neat bow behind her head. Her hair was long—far past her full breasts—and fell in loose curls around her back, chest and shoulders. It was very light blonde but natural—not bleached, and her skin was porcelain and pale. Her perfect pouty lips were painted in a faint pink color, her cheeks made lightly rosy and her long, perfect nails were covered in pink nail polish. She wore a traditional corseted gown from the Victorian era. Her corset was white and visibly strict and tight on her fit frame. She had several petticoats on underneath her ruby-colored skirt, which was so full it came out around her nearly two feet on each side. It was adorned with pink velvet bows and trimmed with off-white lace, which matched her corset. The lace sleeves were small, wrapping just around her upper arms. She wore long strands of white pearls, which spilled over the top of her full bosom and bounced gently against her stomach as she walked through the crowded party. She looked like a goddess from a movie, she looked like a true Victorian beauty, and no one had ever seen her before.
Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 2)
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.
This is part 2 of a story I posted yesterday. People seemed to like it, so I’ll keep posting. This part has quite a lot of build-up, so sorry for that, but I think theres still some hot stuff in here. Plus, I find it boring to just go from sex scene to sex scene. I think the build up, or teasing, makes the sex stuff much hotter. Ms. Davies is an original character, who I modelled after Hayley Attwell, if you’re wanting a visual. Enjoy)
News about Michael Corner fucking Ginny Weasley traveled fast. It seemed that everybody had heard about the Ravenclaw keepers consolation prize. Still stung by the Gryffindor win, the Ravenclaws found solace in gloating about Ginny Weasley’s fucking. Ginny seemed embarrassed, but didn’t make too much of it.
Harry was planning on getting revenge on Michael by playing a prank on him. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and set off for the Ravenclaw common room. Harry was walking down the corridor near the Ravenclaw tower one day when he saw Ginny emerge from an unused classroom. She was closely followed by Michael Corner.
Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 2)
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.
This is part 2 of a story I posted yesterday. People seemed to like it, so I’ll keep posting. This part has quite a lot of build-up, so sorry for that, but I think theres still some hot stuff in here. Plus, I find it boring to just go from sex scene to sex scene. I think the build up, or teasing, makes the sex stuff much hotter. Ms. Davies is an original character, who I modelled after Hayley Attwell, if you’re wanting a visual. Enjoy)
News about Michael Corner fucking Ginny Weasley traveled fast. It seemed that everybody had heard about the Ravenclaw keepers consolation prize. Still stung by the Gryffindor win, the Ravenclaws found solace in gloating about Ginny Weasley’s fucking. Ginny seemed embarrassed, but didn’t make too much of it.
Harry was planning on getting revenge on Michael by playing a prank on him. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and set off for the Ravenclaw common room. Harry was walking down the corridor near the Ravenclaw tower one day when he saw Ginny emerge from an unused classroom. She was closely followed by Michael Corner.
The beginning of my affair with a college freshman [MF]
This happened last year.
I run a pregame football tailgate party for about 75 fraternity alumni for a large college in the US. We have a great setup. The university sets up a 20’x30′ Tent for us with tables and chairs about 50 yards from the stadium and I bring a trailer that I own that has a TV, sound system, a beer tap, etc. and park it next to the tent so we can watch college gameday and early games etc.
Typically after the end of the game I have to wait about 45 minutes to an hour for the foot traffic around the stadium to clear out before I can get my SUV out of the parking garage and go pick up my trailer to head home. So naturally, this has led to me going back to the tailgate to hang out for an hour or so with the TVs on after every game.
So during the last game of the season last year, about 3 of the current undergrads from my fraternity happened to pass by, and one of them knew me because I had hired them to do some yard work around my house for beer money, so they brought their group of people over to hang out, it was the 3 guys and 2 pretty cute girls.
In bed with ‘Prince Harry’ at a Halloween party [FM]
Happy Halloween!
I’ve been lurking here for a little while, but I thought as my first post falls on my favourite holiday, I would keep things (vaguely) on-theme and tell the story of the time I hooked up with [a guy dressed as] Prince Harry. This was a few years ago, but I just got a text from an old roommate which reminded me that it could have just as likely happened tonight!
When I was eighteen I had three goals: Move to England, fuck a lot of hot people, and go to class enough to pass uni.
I was all set for #1 and #3 – I had flown out of sunny California and into a rainstorm a week after my 18th birthday to start my three years at a uni down south. The problem up until this point was a fling I’d had in summer had turned into a Big Deal for him, and I’d been guilted into a long-distance relationship. Right around October I was finally realising that this couldn’t go on. Not only was I just not into the dude, but he was ruining my social life. He knew I was weak for the accent, and that freshers parties were going to be full of single guys. So I couldn’t even go out with my friends much. I wasn’t having fun, so I ended it. I’d like to say that I mourned the relationship, but to be honest I was pretty much immediately ready to move on and start enjoying my time in England!
I Hate That I Love It [Incest] [F/d] [[Str8] [M/f] [Teen] [Barely Legal] [Virgin] [18] [Rough]
I hate that I love it when daddy touches me.
I hate that I love it when he purrs my name and tells me I’m a good girl.
I hate that I love it when he kisses me and strokes my little kitty.
I hate that I love it. But I do love it.
I love all of the attention he gives me.
I love all daddy’s big arms.
I love daddy’s musky cologne.
I love daddy’s thick cock.
And I hate that I need all of that.
But the truth is I do.
I crave any ounce of affection he gives me.
I need to feel his embrace anytime I can,
I am desperate for my daddy’s cock.
Hi, my name’s Chloe and this is the story of how my daddy groomed me into his little slut.
# I Hate That I Love It
I Hate That I Love It [Incest] [F/d] [[Str8] [M/f] [Teen] [Barely Legal] [Virgin] [18] [Rough]
I hate that I love it when daddy touches me.
I hate that I love it when he purrs my name and tells me I’m a good girl.
I hate that I love it when he kisses me and strokes my little kitty.
I hate that I love it. But I do love it.
I love all of the attention he gives me.
I love all daddy’s big arms.
I love daddy’s musky cologne.
I love daddy’s thick cock.
And I hate that I need all of that.
But the truth is I do.
I crave any ounce of affection he gives me.
I need to feel his embrace anytime I can,
I am desperate for my daddy’s cock.
Hi, my name’s Chloe and this is the story of how my daddy groomed me into his little slut.
# I Hate That I Love It
The Woes of Travelling – Pt. 2 of The Meeting [F][M][Self][Mast][Oral]
Travelling seems to be my nemesis the older I become. The flight from Houston to Seattle leaves nothing in the tank for the rest of the day it seems. Five hours crunched up like sardines in a tin can eagerly awaiting your destination. Only to shamble off the plane just for the instant satisfaction of stretching your legs. Once you finally stretch out, it’s back into a car for another three hours to reach your final destination. Irritable from the lack of sleep and eight hours worth of travel, I wanted nothing more then to flop on that hotel mattress for the rest of the evening and curl up with a book. Only one slight problem to all of that. If Adonis were to walk amongst us during this time, his name would be Brad.
Fun in the city park [MF]
I have posted about my Internet Fantasy Girl before in r/GoneWildStories . She is a beautiful BBW I met on Reddit and we have met up several times now. She visited a couple of weeks ago and we had a lot of fun. If you like this post, maybe I will write up some of the other stuff we did.
This was Sunday afternoon. We had already had a full morning, but headed into town to get groceries for dinner. Before that, though, I wanted to show her around.
In the car, she reaches over to grab my cock. She finds it semi-hard already and smiles. I unzip and pull it out for her and she begins to stroke me as we drive down the road. I move my seat back and set the cruise control. I smile at her. She rolls her eyes. I promise to not wreck the car. She unbuckles her seat belt and leans over. It feels amazing to have her mouth on my cock, but the visual of her beautiful head of hair bobbing up and down around the steering wheel as cars pass us to my left is incredibly erotic. She’s blown me in the car before, but never while driving.
Anonymous sex and being used for his pleasure [MM]
This occurred sometime in my early 20s. I’ll admit that my flings with men are really hit or miss. More often than not misses. This particular time was during girlfriends and after a few misses.
I met Bobby via online like every guy I have met ever. I am only using a name here to make life easier. No names were exchanged at all. In fact the number of words exchanged was well under a dozen.
I was getting super horny and was having horrible luck this one particular night. Then Bobby messaged me “want to come fuck”. It was short and crude. Honestly I never go for these messages. It takes awhile for me to meet a guy and I like someone I can trust over looks.
I checked out his profile. He was a pure top and had a nice body. Seemed to have a slightly above average dick. However, I knew from experience that many guys are masters at making their dick appear bigger in photos than they really were.
He was close by and I hadn’t had a good fuck in a month. I responded “yes”