[MF] The first time.

I want to preface this by saying that this might be a little tame for people coming looking for porn-esq stories. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

The clock was almost half past 2 am when I heard her key in our lock and the sound of the front door opening and closing. My heart jumped a beat and then began to pound as I heard her kicking her heels off and walk trough our kitchen. I heard her pouring a glass of water and the sound of the glass as she put it in the sink. As her steps came closer and closer my mouth went dry.

She came trough the door to our bedroom. She was wearing the same black dress and black fishnet stockings that I picked out for her a almost 8 hours ago. She smiled to me,

“Are you awake honey?”

“Of course..so…did you have fun?”

As agreed there had been no communication between us for the entire night.

She reached back and unzipped her dress, slipping out of it and allowed it to fall to the ground. Underneath was the matching red lace thong and braa and the fishnet stockings she wore when she left the apartment. Read more »

The Blonde and the Brunette, Part 1 [NSFW] [ff] [lesbian]

Her fingers danced quickly and effortlessly atop her laptop keyboard, her sky blue eyes not once leaving the screen. Ear buds were tucked into her ears, which were adorned with small diamond stud earrings. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled back behind her into a long, neat braid. Both slim and curvy, her toned physique was traced out by her form fitting work out clothes—black leggings, a black racerback tank top covered partially with a black zip up which was now draped across the table behind her computer. She flipped a few pages in the notebook that sat beside her and kept typing. She worked tirelessly like this, only leaving her seat once in a couple hours to grab a coffee and a water from the barista. She was engrossed in her work so much that she had no idea she was being watched and admired. Read more »

[M]y new year’s eve with a mature [F]amily friend – [1]

Hi, this happened a long time ago, I was ‘around’ the of 18, definitely above the age of consent in my country, not a virgin and definitely interested in anything sexual.

It was the new year’s eve and my parents decided to invite some family friends in our small apartment. I’ve known all of them for about 4 or 6 years, our families were very very tight, spending a lot of holidays and things together, but them being around the age of 40-50 made it quite boring for me to spend time with them so I was mostly spending the time in my room, playing computer games in the darkness.

At some point, one of them, a single (divorced? widowed?) mother aged around 45-50 came into my room asking me if it’s okay to rest there for a little while away from all the loudness. I did not mind it as long as I could continue playing (for those of you that are curious, it was Medieval Total War 2). The problem is she also wanted to talk from time to time, asking random things or telling me random stuff while laying in the bed. I was trying my best to not get distracted and kept offering short answers, but I was starting to lose my focus, I couldn’t play like that. Read more »

[MF] Rosy and Romantic? Or Lewd and Lustful?

It was 11pm on a cold, windy night. You drive up to Hotel Charleston, as instructed in the envelope you received in mail this morning. All it contained was a note, saying “Room 403, Hotel Charleston. Service begins at midnight sharp!” and a key. Presumably of the said address? So this was finally happening!

Ever since Nikki mentioned about the mysterious pleasure man who had been a boon to fulfilling her unfulfilled desires post divorce, you were intrigued to try it out. A night dedicated purely to your pleasure, with no expectations in return. Sounds like the perfect night! You asked Nikki to get yourself in touch with him, and within two days you got an e-mail. It had just a single question in it :

“Which service do you wish to avail?

• Rosy and Romantic?

Or

• Lustful and Dirty?”

You had been kinky before, but you wanted some gentle loving. You decide to try out the first one. Read more »

[MF] My Chatline Addiction [Long]

(Names changed to protect those involved)

B4 Tinder their was Chatlines

My confessional

At the time before Tinder and Craigslist where you could put a name to a face their were Chatlines/partylines and I was a frequent participant

I didn’t have the confidence at the time of it but I knew I had a charm about myself as I’ve been told by other women

I dialed the number I seen late one nite on tv.

There was a array of people with voice messages trying to have a conversation. One of them stood out to me. Her name was Deborah. She had a sultry ness to her voice, sweet yet sexy. I had to get to know her.

We gotten to know one another over a months time. Finally we felt comfortable with one another to finally meet up. She invited me over to a dinner she had with some friends over her house. Driving there to say the least I was nervous and also I didn’t know what she looked like just what she described herself over the phone.

As I approach her home and ring the doorbell out answers of women who say the least was stunning Read more »

3 People, 2 Seats, 1 Memorable Ride [Mf, teasing]

I’m not much of a people person, but having friends does have some benefits.

A friend of mine from way back in high school was in town after dropping his daughter, Amy, off at a local university for her freshman year. His wife had taken his daughter and all her stuff in their SUV, but there was no room for him so he followed up in his little convertible coupe he wanted to show off to me.

I remembered Amy pretty well from the last time I visited him because she showed up to dinner in a very distracting outfit. I never had been so aware of where my eyes were looking in my life for entire that meal. I could be wrong, but it seemed her parents were almost amused by attempts to completely ignore Amy.

So when Joe called me to ask if I wanted to check out his car, I was relieved to hear that his daughter had already been dropped off and was settling in with Mom’s help. He pulled up about fifteen minutes later in a 2014 Porsche Boxster with the top already down so we could enjoy the late August weather. Read more »

Follow up to last weeks post of fucking my best friends girl while camping. This post describes what we did at his bday party (she text me days prior for anal during his party) [MF]

**Summary of what happened before while camping/brief background**: Knew my best mate for a long time, and his gf Olivia for 5 years ish. We’ve always exhanged looks but nothing happened. Went on camping trip with a group of friends. Her bf and his mates went surfing, her and I stayed and basically instantly fucked. She kissed me like never before, our wet warm tongues deeply swirling as I mounted her in the tent. Before I put on my condom, she begged to feel me bare and have my babies. My cock throbbed from her genuine words and got rock hard. It was so taboo- the animalistic screaming set me off in less than a minute, and i blew my warm runny thick load in her, staying hard and using my own cum as lube as it spalshed around till i filled her at least 5 times. She rode my face so I had a mouthful of cum, the we madeout with it while she was riding me and milking even more out of me. We stopped when we heard them coming back at a distance. Read more »

Maximum Effort [MF] [exh]

“One more, Stan!” said Wendy Maxwell from across the bar.

“Just one more?” the middle-aged man asked with a crooked grin.

“You heard me right. I’m saving my appetite tonight,” she said proudly. “Deadpool 2 is one movie I want to stay hungry for!”

“You sure you want to say that out loud?” he joked.

“I know what I said. I’m not taking it back.”

Wendy spoke with a certainty that left no room for argument, even from her Uncle Stan. He owned one of the best sports bars in town, which happened to be right across the street from the High-Max Cinema movie theater. She could see the oversized complex out the window and couldn’t wait to make her way inside in a few hours. She planned to be among the first in line to see Deadpool 2.

She’d cleared her schedule for the day, taking off work and taking care of any errands that might create a distraction. She’d also made it a point to pre-order her ticket and reserve the best possible seats in the biggest IMAX theater within a 25-mile radius of her house. She could’ve just gone to the one at the mall that was closer, but in the spirit of Deadpool himself, Wendy approached seeing this movie with maximum effort. Read more »

Close your eyes – just go with it [MF]

She watched him calmly walk into the room and stand by the dining room table. He was smartly dressed, wearing a white shirt with a skinny black tie, a tight-fitting jumper and slim fitting trousers.

He said, “I am going to ask you to do some things… Everything is in your control, and I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Her heart paused, and her face flushed with blood. He had never said anything remotely like this to her before, and it took her by surprise.

“I want you to kneel on the floor and close your eyes.” Without much thought, she found herself following his instruction and knelt on the hard, cold floor.

He took one of the dining room chairs, placed it a few feet away, positioned it directly in front of her and sat down. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.” She closed her eyes. The room was silent, and she could feel her chest pounding. Read more »

I finish in [m]y wi[f]e’s mouth

Last night my wife returned from a work trip and I picked her up from the airport at almost midnight. After that and four nights of the kids on my own, I had been hoping for sex when we returned. But her baggage was delayed and I was tired, so while she made good and asked “do you want to just fuck me” as we went to bed, I had to politely decline.

The next morning I was refreshed and frustrated enough to want her. She fondled me as we woke and I fingered her until the kids put an end to that. She told me to go have a shower and I replied that I’d have a need for her soon. After attending to the kids, she come into our ensuite with a smile on her face.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“You,” I replied “on your knees.”

She sunk down at the edge of the shower and looked up at me.

“Hands behind your back.” I told her. She complied.

I was beating off and loving the look of her, fully dressed kneeling before me submissively. Read more »