Moved by th Movers [MMF] [cheating] [raceplay]

The neighborhood that a Tiffany Cho found herself moving into was quiet, away from the bustle and chaos of the city. She was excited to start this new chapter in her life, just married over a year ago at a ripe age of 27 to her college sweetheart. He was a bright young man, wealthy, and best of all Chinese, everything her parents wanted.

Tiffany just wished she could say the same.

They had a wonderful honeymoon in Hawaii but it quickly became clear that being married did not improve his sexual prowess. She had hoped that committing herself to him would spark some fire in his belly, or more preferably his cock, but things were as quick as they ever were. Tiffany was left pleasuring herself most nights and it started to creep into the day when she was suppose to be doing her freelancing and personal projects.

Tiffany sighed trying to put those thoughts away and focus on moving boxes into her new home. Maybe things will get better she thought to herself. She smiled as she moved a box into her home office upstairs next to the master bedroom.

MILF-Teacher Vs. Two Studs [mmFF][anal][blackmail][public][oral]

(I’m back to posting here because this story got rejected several times on Literotica for dialogue structure. I have no idea what else they want for me to correct before it loses its uniqueness. If you know any other sites, then PM them or comment them idc. As for those who have kept up with this series, I thank you for your time. This is sort-of an origin story but I’ve written it as if this was the first time introducing the characters better.)

Mrs. Done was an average schoolteacher with an above average body. She was Asian, stood at 5-foot 3-inches with a G-cup rack, a slightly chubby build, and had an ass so bubbly that it makes the loosest of skirts look tight. She had her child at an early age and now lives in a sex-less marriage towards the end of 30. Her daughter has moved out and is on her own living the end of her college life before going full-time in a job that is literally not relevant to any of this story. She now teaches high school literature at a school nearby while her husband worked as an account executive. Her promiscuous escapades had existed long before she got married and started family but one particular incident later in her life made her rediscover an evolved passion for being naked, doing anal, and swallowing any amount of cum given to her.

Not So Secretly Filmed [mmf] [drugs] [anal] [oral] [creampie] [facials] [fist]

I got this e-mail from a friend. She thought I’d appreciate it. First, a little background. Her name is Tanya and we went to high school. While the other girls were reading romance novels, Tanya was doing what the boys were doing: watching porn.

You know how women say, “Sex shouldn’t be like it is in the porno movies!” Well, that’s what they would say if they kept a closed mind. Tanya’s mind was an wide open as her legs. She hated slut shamers. She was who she was. And she was a FREAK.

Anyway, she was always pushing the limits. She was very open minded and curious about people’s sexuality and their fetishes. And because she was cute and approachable (and could keep a secret), people felt comfortable telling her. And if she was attracted to them, she’d say, “Well, hey, that’s not MY fetish, but why don’t you come over and we can explore.”

Okay, so here’s the e-mail I got from her last night:

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omg okay listen to this. i met this guy in a bar a few weeks ago and we’ve been sleeping together a lot. he’s cute AF. so i was pushing him to tell me what his kinks were, but he was being super closed lipped about it.

[M]y [M]ost [F]avorite Gangbang

Im a 22 year old guy who happened to luck into finding a local gangbang group that was set up for women who had always wanted to get fucked by multiple dudes at once, despite if they were married or not. I’ve only been to a few so far but my favorite was with a tiny brunette girl who probably was the shyest girl I’ve ever met with her clothes on. After going over the ground rules and finding out what she was into we got to work. We got everyone gathered and as soon as her clothes came off it was like she was the most cock hungry little slut I’d ever met. We circled around her and she immediately started sucking every single cock as if it were a lollipop and she had been starving. When my turn came I grabbed her head and forced her as deep as she could go on my throbbing cock, making her gag. Unfortunately she could only get about 3/4 the way down so I grabbed her hair and pulled her off and made her suck my balls while telling her what a bad slut she was and that she would be punished for not taking my full length.

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 1

**Sorry about the repost. Read the guidelines and realized I wasn’t exactly in line with it. I’m grateful to any readers who want to read here, but for a better reading experience (formatting-wise), please go to my blog in the link below!**
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**Chris**

This morning was straight out of Satan’s asshole.

I woke up to a long, deep dent of red paint on the back bumper of my Escalade. Whoever hit and run me didn’t have the balls to leave a note, so I had to call insurance for about an hour, spending most of my time listening to some guy without chest hair complain about his grandma’s cooking.

The fucking Knicks can’t win a game to save their lives right now. Carmelo Anthony has been dog shit for us; have they heard of something called defense?

Oh, and my third-biggest client, the online jeweler giant Michael Vandeross, has been poached by those snakes over at Dawson’s firm. Apparently, our associates haven’t been up to par, and I’ve been so busy handling Tyco’s Listeria class action that I delegated some of Michael’s work to them.

Associates whom our human resources manager hired.

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 1 [MF][Story-driven]

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Chris

This morning was straight out of Satan’s asshole.

I woke up to a long, deep dent of red paint on the back bumper of my Escalade. Whoever hit and run me didn’t have the balls to leave a note, so I had to call insurance for about an hour, spending most of my time listening to some guy without chest hair complain about his grandma’s cooking.

The fucking Knicks can’t win a game to save their lives right now. Carmelo Anthony has been dog shit for us; have they heard of something called defense?

Oh, and my third-biggest client, the online jeweler giant Michael Vandeross, has been poached by those snakes over at Dawson’s firm. Apparently, our associates haven’t been up to par, and I’ve been so busy handling Tyco’s Listeria class action that I delegated some of Michael’s work to them.

Associates whom our human resources manager hired.

[FM] Showing up in nothing but a zip up hoodie, leggings, and a plug in my ass [Part 1]

Have you ever met someone and instantly wanted to spend hours fucking them? That was the kind of chemistry I experienced this weekend with a man I’ll call Jack.

Before I start – I’m 6 feet tall, very curvy, with huge pierced tits and a pierced clitoral hood (feel free to check out my posting history for a visual). He’s 6’9″ with a 7.5″ long cock that’s almost as thick as my wrist. He’s also the one who suggested I write this!

We met on Tinder and after talking for a few weeks (traveling for the holidays and my crazy work schedule prevented us from meeting up sooner) finally found a night where we could meet. Instant chemistry led to a great first date that ended with that particular kind of sex you have with someone new – exploring, finding out what works best, and mutual satisfaction followed by the slightly awkward moment where you both try and figure out what comes next – staying over? Leaving? Seeing each other again? Preserving the encounter in your mind as a great one night stand and never speaking again?

[FF] My first time was on a friend’s coutch

My first girlfriend was a bit moody and unstable, but when drunk she would turn into this horny bitch that I adored. My first sexual experience was with her on New year’s eve…

We were at a friend’s place celebrating and getting wasted. After the party when most people stumbled of to the bedroom, the kitchen or their own homes, we were alone in the living room making out on the couch. She was a feminine blond girl with huge blue eyes. She was just a bit smaller than me and had a great curves. I am a blond too but skinny with small breasts. We weren’t dating for that long and we had only ever kissed. I wanted more, I fantasized about it regularly but she was shy and insecure.

That night, we were both very drunk. I thought I was too drunk to try anything with her because I didn’t want to mess up our first time. She had other ideas. She climbed on top of me and threw her t-shirt off, revealing her soft breasts and practically shoving them in my face. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her boobs, encouraging me to be as nasty as I always fantasized about. They felt amazing. Her nippels were getting hard already. I sucked them as she moaned and scratched my back and neck, pulling me even closer.

Who write the hottest stories [F] or [M]

It might be because I’m a male, but I find the stories written from the woman’s perspective to be SO much hotter. Anyone with me on this? Is it just a matter of my gender and sexual preference? Curious to see if there’s any consensus on this.

[MF] Velour Tracksuits are Sexy!

TLDR: I am incredibly turned on by women wearing velour tracksuits and talk about why using a stories from my sexual past.

I’m hoping that the title of my post was able to grab your attention haha. This story (more like a coffee induced stream of consciousness) is going to attempt to describe my fetish for velour tracksuits and talk about where it came from and why I am turned on so much by an article of clothing. I’m ready for all the jokes (cue the George Costanza references) and understand where they’re coming from, if you can’t laugh at yourself then who can you laugh at. However, I believe that what I outline provides a good explanation for something that initially seems outlandish (and the sex parts aren’t bad either BTW). In the past I have enjoyed sharing some of my sexual experiences on Reddit and the best part is always the feedback/comments whether they be positive, negative, confused, etc. So without further ado….