Demom’s Angels, parts 8-end. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 8 —

During the night, red curtains swirled across their mother’s dreams. They were a veil resisting her questions. She wanted to call the demon’s name but couldn’t remember it. A couple times, she heard her husband say, “I’ve missed you. I’ve suffered an eternity.”

She awoke sweating in the middle of the night. She shook getting out of bed. Stumbling across the carpet, she steadied herself catching the door knob. Carefully she exited her room and shuffled down the hall. The children’s door hung open. They lay naked together in the boy’s bed. His hand was next the girl’s vee. Her hand was wet with his cum, cupping his cock like a flashlight.

Tracy knelt down and kissed their foreheads.

“Mommy?”

“Mom?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

Somehow they fit together perfectly in the small bed.

The mom woke to her children’s hugs. She kissed them awake. “Rise and shine my beautiful darlings. We’re going to be late.”

They weren’t much late after showing together, soaping and scrubbing each other, and toweling. Tracy warmed store bought danish, which they ate on the way to the bus stop. They missed the optimal ride, but caught the next. The children reached school in time.

Demom’s Angels, parts 6-7. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 6 —

Vanice laughed. “Beezub! what was that, a great dane?”

Tracy sat in the passenger seat frantically wiping her pants with tissues. “After the boxer and the dachshund, I thought we’d never reach your car.”

“Poor little wiener dog had to watch the big dogs nose into your crotch.”

“I’ll never get the slobber out of my panties.”

“Trust me. That won’t stop the guys I’m taking you to, from adding their slobber.”

“Just drive.” Tracy was already exasperated at her night out.

“Yessah, missus lady mistress.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re lucky I want cock tonight, instead of clerk.”

The club was a white box with colored lights splayed over the front, strobing to the music within.

Demom’s Angels, parts 4-5. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 4 —

When Vanice was late to work, usually after a night of conquest, Tracy was allowed to use a master code to unlock the shop’s alarms and raise the storefront’s shutter.

It was a busy day. Payday, for a lot of customers. Vanice sauntered in a hour before Tracy’s lunchbreak. She went to work like a pro. Tracy returned from lunch, and her boss was beaming. The lunch rush had ended and the store was empty for the first time that day.

“Mmmm, it was pure hunk junk, a fat hunk of man flesh inside me, last night.” Vanice had sharing issues.

Before she could change the topic, Tracy’s mind imagined a hispanic prick the size of a guitar sticking out of yesterday’s deliverer’s crotch. Her pelvis clenched at the vision. “Vanice, the cash register was having trouble connecting to the net.” Tracy hoped it had gone unnoticed.

“Honey, I don’t mean to be rude, but unless you’re bleeding, I still need you cover the hour you missed, yesterday. And no PMS lip about it back to me, okay?”

“That’s not it. Just a spasm, Vanice. I’m fine. Work me to the bone, today.”

Demom’s Angels, parts 1-3. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels
by DiscipleN

Tracey Nians loaded the dishwasher carefully. It was old and cranky, and if you didn’t know where the sweet spots were, dishes ended up dirtier. She couldn’t entrust the chore to her thirteen year old, Howard, or her nine year old, Mina. Although, the daughter was more reliable than her son.

Cooking and cleaning hadn’t gotten easier after her husband’s death. Tasks reminding her of her love’s absence required extra effort. Tears made the housework easier. Hadn’t she had cried them long enough, according to conventional wisdom?

Tracy opened herself to a new relationship, but dates felt like adultery, and get togethers with friends and an extra friend felt like nothing at all. She pined for her one true love. Maybe she always would. So be it. There were dishes to wash. She poured the soup, closed the hatch, latched it, and spun the dial.

The machine gurgled to life as water galloped through an orifice choked with mineral deposits. The pump groaned and shuddered. The spray holes were harpies screeching dizzily from clunking blades.

[MF] FOBS – Yellow Fever [Fetish]

Since I’m on a mobile, I will try to make this quick. (My apologies in advance for any grammatical errors as a result.) 

This week (Tuesday & Thursday) I had sex with two FOBS. One was 24 and the other 30. Oh, they were both Korean. 

It should be noted, that the 30-year-old was a virgin. Hymen STILL intact. Yes, it took me about 20 minutes, or so, to slowly break it open. Once I got through, I cummed in a few minutes. It was SO intense! 

Here’s a screenshot from Thursday: https://imgur.com/v2kXzIc

The last time I dated a non-FOB was, oh, 2012. Since then, it has been 100% Asian FOBS. 

The majority of FOBS I have fucked in Toronto, Canada (that’s where I am from) are Japanese (my fav), Korean (beautiful skin), and Chinese. Once and a while, I sneak a girl in from Vietnam or Taiwan. 

FYI – I went to Japan twice (The Motherland) and I plan to go back in the fall.

Out of all the FOBS, I fucked since 2012, here’s my craziest story. Ready? 

[39m] – Adventures [f]ro[m] a former life… [Cheating]

Found this in an old email and thought I’d share.. ;-)

Enjoy!

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**Indian Girl in Woodley Park**

I got married in Spring 2009. Was working big-law litigation. The usual 60-80+ hours. Working Sundays. And on the Sunday after St. Patrick’s Day 2012, I was in the office. There was a missed connection post on Craigslist about a missed hookup on St. P’s the night before and so I wrote a “it wasn’t me, but.. ” message. And she wrote back. We flirted. Chatted.

She invited me over to her place in Woodley Park that afternoon. Met me at the door in a white t-shirt, no bra, sweatpants. And with NCAA tournament basketball on in the background we fucked on her bed. It was sweet. Simple. Easy.

The rest of that summer / fall there was a string of CL encounters. Mostly coffee near my office and making out in corners. Hands under skirts. Up blouses. No Sex. Just… lust. And lots of online words leading nowhere necessarily.

One was particularly articulate. And hot. And bi. And lived in Takoma Park. Not particularly attractive, but kinetic. Pure energy. A biker. A dreamer. Adventurous and restless and eager.

Fooling around with gf’s best friend [MF][cheating]

I was dating this girl with a sexy blond friend, lets call her Leah,
Leah was about 5 ft 5 in, thin with perky tits, a little round ass, and the most seductive smooth feet and toes I have ever been around.
her toes had a sexy purple nail polish and where just long enough so that they would be great for gripping onto my cock. her soles looked so smooth I couldn’t help but steel glances while we would hang out. This was fairly easy because we where around each other a lot due to her being my then gfs best friend. While we would hang out she would usually be bare foot, because she wore these sexy leather flipflops, and she would commonly stretch and flex her toes, like she was getting ready to teases a dick, her soles wrinkling and stretching. It would drive me crazy watching her toes and soles while we would all be smoking and drinking, watching some stupid TV show or listening to music.

Looking for old erotic stories

So back in the day there was an old Yahoo group with a series of stories about a character named Claire. She had all sorts of erotic adventures – mostly spy type things. Sadly, the group was abruptly deleted. I was wondering if anyone might have them and be willing to share? Thanks!

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23 [FMM] My gangbang [gangbang]

On Wednesday, January 17, 2018, I was the center of a gangbang that I organized. I was 23 years old. I sought out and found four men online between the ages of 20 and 40. The gangbang lasted an hour and a half in a hotel room. This is the story of that gangbang, at least as I remember it.

I am 5’6, 125 lbs, with 34b breasts. I am white with brown hair and brown eyes.

There’s no flowery prose here, just the facts.

I guess I just wrote this because it’s all I can think about. Maybe “getting it out there” will help me move on a bit.

Please do not PM with questions. See post history for AMA.
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I prepared a bowl of condoms for them. I brought KY Jelly just in case. I brought my own blanket to go over the bed. I cut up a big plastic bag and put it between my blanket and the hotel’s just in case. I had asked for extra towels. I brought beer and wine.

(M)y first bi experience – unintended glory hole participation. [MM]

(M)y, 42, first blowjob at a glory hole and more…(Long)

Back in the early to mid 00’s I used to travel quite a bit and while on the road I would see the seedy Sex shops in different Midwest states along the interstate. I stopped in a few and discovered some had private video booths and it was good way to get a cheap thrill of jacking off in an unfamiliar place to all types of porn. I’d let the anticipation of getting to those places build up; stroking my cock while driving, etc and would be worked up by time I got there. I’d get $10 of tokens and would make it an event; edging, stroking for as long as the tokens would allow and then blow a huge load. I’d feel satiated and then do it again a month or two later when the bedroom was slow or I’d been away from my wife all week. This was in early 00’s before smartphones and porn at your fingertips but I would still stroke it at home to DVD’s or magazines when the wife wasn’t in the mood.