So I’ve finally got you where I wanted you; stretched out before me on the chaise longue in my place wearing nothing but a pair of little knickers, the white ones with black flowers that you’ve told me about before . Can’t take my eyes from you, just can’t. Your long, curvy body is draped seductively along it, the purple varnish on your nails contrasting with your pale skin. You’ve known ever since we started talking what I’d want to do should it ever come to this. I’m kneeling at the far end, drinking you in, watching you smile at me. I can’t help but wonder what you are feeling as you watch me lift one slim foot up. I shouldn’t feel nervous, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I think you’re stunning but i am a little. Nervous and turned on. Maybe that’s how you feel too. I only use my hands to begin with. My touch is firm but not rough. Massaging your foot, feeling you relax into me. When I lift your foot up to my mouth is run my eyes from your sexy little ankle along the length of your long slender leg and up over your mound to your flat stomach and bare, firm breasts. Up further lingering on the delicate arch of your neck to meet your eyes. Mine lock onto yours as is start to kiss along your toes. A gentle brush of my lips to begin with, growing hungrier as i continue. Your eyes widen when i pull your toes into my mouth. It’s warm, wet. My tongue flicks over them, tiny movements which accompany the gentle pressure from my teeth. I start to suck, pulling heat down from your groin along your legs to the tips of your toes. Is this what a blowjob feels like? You bring your other foot up onto my bare chest, flexing your toes as i suck harder. Taking each toe into my mouth individually, working around it with my lips and tongue. You drag your foot down from my chest to my stomach. I respond by sucking harder and you press your foot against my crotch, eliciting a groan of pleasure when it touches the bulge in my trousers. My mouth moves down your foot over the arch and up to your slim ankle. A glance upwards from me shows you have one hand on your tits, then others stroking your stomach. Your nails tracing the space between your belly button and the top of your panties. I watch your hand edge further down as i kiss and lick up your calves. I’m climbing further up your legs now with my hands running ahead of my mouth. The skin of your legs is so smooth and warm, your legs toned and firm. It’s only when my hands reach your knees and pushed them apart harder than you would have expected that you can feel how much I want to have you. You get it, you can feel my need for you, my desire. When my mouth is working up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs you bring your hand down between your legs wanting to meet me halfway. The very tip of my tongue runs up your thigh as you press your hand against the outside of your panties. Pushing it down, grinding the heel of your hand against you clit. I edge closer to get a better view and you pull aside your knickers exposing the your beautiful pussy to me for the first time. I get the answer to the question that Ive been dying to know, the question every man that looks at you wants to know. Trimmed short and neat, a dark shock of hair above a gorgeous slit, wet and perfect. It looks so tight, so enticing.
Your pussy is wet, your lips swollen and engorged. I’m close to it now. I watch as your fingers dance over your swelling clit. Teasing it, rubbing it. My head is so close now you can feel my breath on your sex. I want you so much, want to lick you, to taste you, feel the heat of your arousal. Breathing harder and harder you reach down and slip a single finger inside. Once you start to use your hips the moaning begins. Seeing you finger yourself just inches from my face is driving me crazy the moaning only makes it worse but i want to hear you beg. I want to hear you beg for me to touch you. Your inhibitions are gone, no reserve, no distance. I’m a tense, hungry animal, desperate for you. Just two words, two words is all it takes to release me.
How to solve a problem like Elena? [FF] [Part 3]
It was a couple of weeks after our coffee rendezvous and Elena seemed to be back to normal. She was friendly, warm and energetic again. Though I did notice after our handholding in the café she seemed to be reluctant to touch me again. We lived our lives, worked and had days off. I’d drive her and her friends places. I’d go home. Alone. I won’t pretend like I wasn’t pining after her. However, even though there were times that I was sure that she was interested in me, she needed to come to her own terms with that. I’m not someone who’s going to pursue someone who says they’re straight. That’s not fair.
I’d love to also pretend I was out meeting exotic women and men, having a smorgasbord of casual sex with beautiful people. I wasn’t. I was alone, overworked and more than a little depressed, it was the summer where work was always full to capacity, I had to endure the waiters and other chefs constantly flirting with Elena and it was too much. I began to dread seeing her and more than that I was exhausted of feeling like I wasn’t good enough. Due to my lack of relationships I certainly felt like I hadn’t prepared myself for something like this, usually it was a quick fuck and chuck, this wasn’t even that but it was draining me completely. I’d lost weight, the bags under my eyes were growing daily and I barely saw the sunshine. To a degree I’d stopped looking after myself, I wasn’t eating or sleeping. I’d get out of bed, shower and work, then repeat.
First time MF oral fantasy
The helmet rang against his skull as the swordsman brought another blow down upon him. “Shields up Torin!” The familiar sound of the captains words filled his mind. *What an ass* Torin thought as he followed the advice, good as it maybe. Lighting fast he struck with his short sword gashing a red wound into his enemy and killing him. All around him his brothers in arms were driving the small force of raiders away from the camp. The pain in his thigh returning. “Damn arrows” He looked down at it blood ran down his leg, screams and, the song of steel on steal flowed around him. The galloping of hooves flying up from behind. He turned in time to see the large palfrey run headlong into him. With a final jolt of pain his head hits the ground and slowly fades to black.
Inhaling sharply a lean bearded man jolts up. “Gahhh!” Torin grabs as his side. Pain having just bolted though his side. “You might want to be careful with that” laughed w woman from the other side of the tent. Looking over, he watches as she rings out some bandages. “I didn’t think you would be waking up for at least another day” she said as she walked over to the bed. As she sat Torin couldn’t help notice her the white tunic draped off her shoulder. “Errr, how long have I been out for?” He inquired. “Only the night, you came in here pretty bad” She replied, poking him playfully.
Confession: 149
His name to call when he is deep inside me pushing nothing but love. Bathing my lips in sweet kisses between his thrusts makes my pussy smile. The whole package he has is just for me, although I’m forever his agony. We toss among sheets just to find a new position, now this time I’m riding my king. High upon his mountain, he smiles at my wealth of curves as I lean in. Soft suckles of my nipples takes him to a surreal moment of over sized cherries. My eyes by chance connect with his as he tells me, “anytime you want me I’m there.”[Lfconfessions ](http://lfconfessions.com/2018/08/04/confession-149/)
?? [MF] hoe hoe hoe! [age gap, teasing, anal fingering, christmas]
*It’s that time of year again, time for a Christmas story in August!*
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“You’re en elf, not a stripper, Mitchell. Pull your skirt down,” Kevin grumbled, “and put that cigarette out while you’re at it. No smoking on the job.”
Penny Mitchell left her skirt as it was and took another drag from the cigarette pinched between her fingers.
“I’m not on the job, *Kevin*,” she drawled, smoke curls escaping along with her words and framing her face in the cold December air. “You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my dad.”
Kevin groaned. “Thank god for that, and judging by what my watch says”—he paused to roll up his sleeve—“you are, in fact, now six minutes late for your shift. Get inside.”
He gestured towards the door that led into the shopping mall. He and Penny were standing on the edge of the back parking lot, the frigid air only slightly dulling the reek from the huge metal garbage bins sitting next to them. This was where the food court dumped its waste, and where disgruntled mall employees huddled to smoke away their few moments of freedom during their shifts.
The One Where I [M]ade Her [F]uck In Public
This one’s a little lighter on the kink side of things, folks, but is still one of my favorite memories. This was with a girl named Leah.
We had already been on one date where we had ended up back at my place. She was a little vanilla for my tastes, but very enthusiastic. And she had the best head game I think I’ve ever encountered. (It was a total body thing for her, she absolutely devoured my cock.)
After we fucked that first night, we lay staring up at the ceiling having the usual vague, sleepy post-sex conversations. In the course of the evening, I had used a couple restraints on her and a couple toys. Nothing that would qualify as bondage, but enough that she asked me about them afterwards.
“So is that, like, your thing? Tying girls up?”
“Yeah, that’s my thing. What’s your thing?”
“I don’t have a thing.” She said, and went quiet. “Have you ever done anything in public?” She asked after a while.
I nodded. She grunted softly and drifted off to sleep.
[MF] Got blessed in a saint’s building..
**This will be long.. if you just want the sex story, go to the “sex section” below :)**
**Side note: Like my previous story (and a bunch of the ones I will post in the future), no condoms were used. I was young, dumb, and on birth control. I am allergic to latex too.. so unless I am expecting to be getting laid, I won’t be bringing a condom along with me everywhere. No one else carries latex free ones with them. I made it out of my wild phase clean, so that’s all that matters :)**
**Backstory:**
A Game of Depravity [MF, edging, clothed]
Mina had carried out Carson and strapped him into his car seat after the horn honked, signaling the children’s pick up. The eldest, Abby, despite the late hour pranced out beside her and buckled herself in.
“Had a good night?” Their father asked and she clicked her heels together and grinned as an answer. Directing his tone to Mina he smiled. “Thanks again for taking them on short notice you are a lifesaver.”
“Daniel helped too.”
“Daniel’s an I-D-I-O-T.”
Justifiably, his older brother was right, Daniel was one from head to toe. When Mina had first met Daniel across her aisle seat on a 747 heading across the country she could have crossed her heart and swore she’d never be living with the man. Through a twist of fate she became his brother’s nanny after her permanent move.
Daniel was older than her by several years, both he and his brother immersed in the creative arts. It didn’t take long for them to drag her under, into the world of drawing boards and think tanks. She held a nine to five, but those children were now family. She wasn’t just their nanny, she was their aunt.
A Game of Depravity
Mina had carried out Carson and strapped him into his car seat after the horn honked, signaling the children’s pick up. The eldest, Abby, despite the late hour pranced out beside her and buckled herself in.
“Had a good night?” Their father asked and she clicked her heels together and grinned as an answer. Directing his tone to Mina he smiled. “Thanks again for taking them on short notice you are a lifesaver.”
“Daniel helped too.”
“Daniel’s an I-D-I-O-T.”
Justifiably, his older brother was right, Daniel was one from head to toe. When Mina had first met Daniel across her aisle seat on a 747 heading across the country she could have crossed her heart and swore she’d never be living with the man. Through a twist of fate she became his brother’s nanny after her permanent move.
Daniel was older than her by several years, both he and his brother immersed in the creative arts. It didn’t take long for them to drag her under, into the world of drawing boards and think tanks. She held a nine to five, but those children were now family. She wasn’t just their nanny, she was their aunt.
A Game of Depravity [Part 3]
*Please help yourself to* [*[Part 1]*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8yxd2q/a_game_of_depravity/) *and* [*[Part 2]*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/91118d/a_game_of_depravity_part_2/)*. As always, thanks for reading.*
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*Next time.*
Those were ominous words, weren’t they? It’s the type of saying a villain would use after they escaped their enemy. They were filled with revenge and foreboding, and Mina couldn’t quite shake them because when would the next time be?
It wasn’t as if they had worked out when was acceptable to vulnerably strip down and please each other. It wasn’t like she had actually pleased anyone in a very long time.
Daniel was a very hard man to please. It wasn’t like him to be caught in the office so routinely, but backlash from his editor, Laney, cause him to stalk the firm, sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head and elbows bent, arguing for a pitch. He didn’t really have to argue, the company was half his. Half his brothers. Even so, they were under a large umbrella company, and after a few days Mina was positive he wanted to bend that umbrella over his knee and chuck it off their back deck into the ocean.