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Toblerone Trouble

I randomly created this on a challenge [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gifs/comments/7ohb27/gotcha/ds9pwc3/?context=3) was told you would like it so posting here

They chuckle looking at each other as she realizes how exposed she is to him, that shes sleep deprived and making little mistakes with the autonomy of life. Day in day out, the same things, but this day is different. Hes smiling at me, making my day better and I am blushing for once.

Finishing groceries while she is giving back the change their hands touch, blushing and shy she quickly hastends accidently spilling the change on the floor. Thinking why am I blushing so hard, why am I so giddy as they both get under the counter counting coins until they both look up and stare deeply into each others eyes. Hey, sorry for dropping it, she states in a hazed despair unable to think about anything other than euphoric bliss

Its alright, I am here with you now so its money well spent as they finish trying to pick up the change when he reaches under her bumping heads. Oww she proclaims rubbing her head, I am sorry that hurt reaching further kissing her head better. How does it feel now? Read more »

[MF] I hung out with my best friend over break.

For the better part of the past decade, I have known Kay. I met her on an unremarkable day in the middle of a school field trip to a museum. Her class and my own were paired up to go walk through a particular exhibit. She and I had both ended up standing side by side, ogling an old painting. I thought it was wildly beautiful and unique. After about a minute of staring, we took notice to each other and without skipping a beat she says to me, “It sucks.”

From there we made plenty of conversation to drown out the dullness of the day. We had become friends faster than most people blink – something both of us later agreed on happily.

Over the next couple of years, she and I went through the trials and tribulations of high school. Drama after drama. Crush after crush. Standardized test after standardized test. However, we realized that we are vulnerable and developing as most people around us were. When we fell to our knees, we were there to pick each other up. This is when we became best friends. We learned everything there is to know about the other. Read more »

[MF] [Real Story] [Husband & Wife] [Stiletto] That’s why they’re called “fuck me” heels.. ?

This happened one glorious day about a decade ago. About a year into our marriage, my (now late) wife, Anne, decided to buy a pair of 4″ red stiletto heels to add a feminine dimension to her mainly-tomboy wardrobe. She had a curvy figure, and ass and tits that looked awesome even under her usual full-dress, hijab and flat-shoes wear.

I got home late the night before, and had the next two days off.. which meant I woke up past my usual dawn hour. I shuffled into the kitchen naked looking for some water when Anne came up to me to say her goodbyes..

“You look.. different. Like, gorgeously different.”

She flipped up her long skirt to reveal her stilettos. My half-hard morning wood went back to full mast as she stood and twirled around to show off.

“I’m glad you approve,” she chuckled as she saw me. Then she saw me make a move towards the home phone. Dialing a number from memory, I called Anne’s boss and told her that she would be coming in late.. I made a bullshit excuse about her car not starting and that a roving mechanic was already on his way with a replacement battery. Read more »

My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man (part 5)

“I want you really wet for this,” Sam said as I lowered myself onto the machine, spreading my pussy across the little nubby pad that Sam assured me would prepare me to take in the cock attachments he’d yet to put on the machine. I was shaking from nervousness and arousal and shame – not only was today the day I would lose my virginity, but I was losing it to a BDSM machine operated by married man, who’d already done countless filthy things to my body. Moreover, I’d agreed to do this in his apartment that he stayed in on nights that things with his wife got really bad, and the tiny quarters made everything we did feel even more illicit.

Then Sam turned on the Sybian, and it was like he’d flipped a switch in me from ‘remorseful’ to ‘begging for it’.

“Describe how it feels,” Sam said as I writhed over the rumbling machine, feeling its powerful vibrations shake my legs and stimulate my whole pussy.

“It feels like it’s going IN me,” I moaned as the Sybian’s vibrations rolled over my whole lower half, and embarrassingly, two minutes later, I started to chant, “Gonna come gonna come please let me come daddy.” Read more »

My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man (part 4)

That’s how our next few sessions went as well. We’d meet in his hotel room after he was done with work, maybe have a drink or two while complaining about our respective days, and then Sam would force orgasm after orgasm out of me with a new clit toy of the month before making me suck his cock or give him a thighjob. It’s weird to think back on all the stuff we did without outright penetration – Sam pressing me into walls, his cock furiously rubbing between my pussy folds as he fucked my legs and groped my breasts; taking a shower together, which ended with me deep throating him for the first time and choking on his come; him laying down on the bed and me sliding my pussy over and over his cockhead until he came. We’d both decided to stop using condoms at that point since we’d gotten tested. This was rapidly becoming all too comfortable, even though I was still feeling guilty over helping Sam cheat and then guilty over liking the sex with him so much. He’d indulged my fantasy while introducing me to new ones: sensory deprivation, 69-ing, exhibitionism (sucking him off by the glass balcony door), and daddy-daughter role playing. Read more »

My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man contd. (part 3)

All right. I’m not proud of it. But I caved, and met with Sam again about a month later when he was “in the city” for work. I hated myself while texting him that I’d be there, both because I was now officially complicit in cheating – with a married man no less – and also because I couldn’t let go of how incredible last time had been. So I rocked up to the hotel room in jeans and a sweater, to try and compensate for how skeevy I felt.

That lasted about 10 min.

Sam had let me know ahead of time that he wanted to do something different this time – he’d brought a Womanizer sex toy, which is basically this little suction pump that goes over your clit and then uses air to…suck on it, for lack of a better word. I’d watched a couple videos of it online beforehand and was already pretty damp between the legs by the time I saw Sam sitting at the edge of the bed, looking as ordinary as ever like he hadn’t had been making me beg for it a couple weeks ago. Read more »

My [F] first forced orgasm as a virgin (part 2)

And he did. He rubbed, coaxed, and eventually forced 20 orgasms out of me during our session. I just remember coming and coming and coming over Sam’s lap, sometimes like a hiccup and sometimes a slow, full-body moaning orgasm. Several times I squirted and instead of feeling deep shame over losing control like that, Sam would pat my head and say, “good, let’s try for another.” He’d do this thing where his free hand would spread my ass apart, fingers parting my labia and exposing my blitzed-out clit so the Hitachi could deliver its devastating sensation over every. square. inch. I would scream into the pillow, beg for relief, jerk and try to get away. And Sam would just hold me down harder, massage the Hitachi in circles over my red, shiny, puffy pussy, and another orgasm would punch itself out of me, sending my vaginal walls into ecstatic contractions over and over as I shook in Sam’s lap. Read more »

The longest sext I have ever written [mf(?)]

Hey I haven’t posted here yet and couldn’t access this sub from mobile for some reason, but I wrote a text to my friend describing how I want to degrade him and fuck him like a girl. I only sent him the first couple paragraphs and he said it was good and I should write more, so I figured I’d share it and get some input. Should I write more erotica? Lemmie know, and thanks :)

EDIT: Should mention I’m a trans guy and he’s a cis guy. Hey Dale if you’re reading this Hi. That’s not his name but.

(Kinks, if that matters: Crossdressing, genderplay, anal play)

I want to kiss you slowly and take my time exploring your body with my hands. I want to take off your shirt and worship every inch of your fantastic, gorgeous body- softly kissing and caressing, stroking, groping. Your body, mine to worship for just this moment, and appreciate every sexy inch. I want to stroke and grip your thighs under your skirt as I force my tongue in your mouth and feel how soft your legs are. I want the pleasure of sliding that skirt off your hips to expose your panties. And what cute panties, shame they’re coming off in a bit. They look so good on you, make you painfully irresistible. Read more »