Jenna Gets What She Wants Part 1

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“You know who I’ve been thinking about a lot recently?” said Jenna Swanson, an 18-year old senior at Sunset High, a private all-girls school, one Monday lunchtime to her best friend Amber Cook, a fellow 18-year old senior.

“Who?” asked Amber. “Wait – is it a teacher?”

“Yep,” Jenna replied.

“Oh my God who?” Amber asked, leaning forward.

“Mr. Reed,” Jenna replied.

“Mr. Reed, the math teacher?” Amber asked.

“I know, I know,” Jenna said, leaning back and running a hand through her blonde hair.

“You could have any teacher in this school…shit, any man in town,” Amber said.

“So could you,” Jenna interjected.

“Probably true,” Amber replied, prompting both girls to laugh. “We do get a lot of attention from those dirty old men.”

“Some of them barely fucking hide it,” Jenna said.

“And you’re going for Mr. Reed? OK,”

“That’s right. And I’m gonna get him,” Jenna said confidently.

“Oh really? Well we’ll see won’t we?” Amber replied. “How are you gonna do it?”
“I was thinking I’ll leave him a note at first, and see where that goes,” Jenna said.

[MF] Hell has no Wrath Like a Woman Scorned….and sometimes nice guys don’t finish last!

They say hell has no wrath like a woman scorned. I learned this is true, and nice guys don’t always finish last! This happened about fifteen years ago around Thanksgiving. I was living back east at the time, and visiting friends in San Francisco for the holiday. My friend had a beautiful loft right next to the Giants baseball stadium in SOMA. I flew in the day before Thanksgiving, and had the place to myself for a day since my buddy was out on a work trip until the following day.

It was late in the afternoon and I was walking back to the loft with some wine and beer I’d bought for the holiday when I passed the SF Caltrain station. There was a tall blond girl in her mid- twenties sitting on the bench with a big suitcase, and I could tell she had been crying.

Browsing Reddit and finding exes [M]

I’ve been on Reddit for about 6 years now (this is my new account) lurking, rarely commenting and never posting. I enjoy porn. I enjoy looking at all kinds of porn. I enjoy learning about kinks and the pleasure they bring those that partake. I’m not into everything I browse, only a small percentage. I love beauty. I love seeing sex play of all sorts and the pleasure it brings to those involved. I’m a voyer.

Over the 6 years I’ve been on Reddit I have seen 3 exes sex tapes and their photos posted in different communities. This is my story about those findings.

I had been on Reddit for about 5 months when I was in r/amateurs scrolling on my phone. I passed a 3 some, some interacial a few blow jobs and a sexy Latina in a green sweater. I scrolled back up. I recognize that sweater, from where… oh yeah, I bought an ex a sweater just like that, so damn sexy.

I finally fucked my boss in his off [F] 18

This was around two months ago. I got hired at a small business downtown that works with companies like xfinity, sprint and others to promote sales and deals. I just turned 18 and was looking for something to do during summer. I got a call saying I have an interview at the job I applied to and the time was 4:00pm. I wore a very tight blue and white button down polo shirt with a tight shirt and a skirt that was just two inches above my knees. Every time I sat down it rose up. I knew my boss was a guy. So I knew my brains and beauty would be successful in the interview and it was. During the interview the boss couldn’t keep his eyes off of my legs and my chest. It turned me on completely. I was dripping by the time I left the interview. He asked for my contact information and I noticed something. He put my info in his personal phone. I knew he was up to something.

Should I answer the phone? [MF]

7:30 am my phone buzzes, it’s a text message from The Roma Princess (RP for short) she’s heading back from LA and is gonna pass by my place, would I like to hang out. Hanging out means 420 and lots of sex, I’m down. I respond with the affirmative, she tells me she’s on her way from a sleepover with a guy she’s dating. I ask if she is showered and ready for me? She says yes, and laughs cause she didn’t have sex with her dude because he pissed her off, hence why she is headed my way.

I get up, get showered and ready for her. I clean the house, grind some good stuff, clean the pipe, and masturbate for good measure. RP has an incredibly tight pussy, if I’m not prepared, I’ll only last 3-5 minutes, it’s that tight and good! Her ass is even tighter, almost painful. Her ass is so tight, I have to decide the right time otherwise, my dick hurts from the pressure. Anal with her is like a great dessert, it’s amazing and when it’s over, you don’t want anymore dessert.

Heather

It didn’t take long for Heather’s charm to cast a spell on me.

From day one, Heather struck me as being the very definition of a “MILF” – a full-figured brunette with curves in all the right places. Her regular gym workouts and participation in charity runs gave her strong, toned legs. A playful personality, bubbly laugh and sweet smile completed the package. Heather had two boys aged five and eight and was in her mid-thirties – but she could easily have passed for younger.

Heather worked part-time as a filing clerk in our office. She was responsible for maintaining and updating the systems that recorded file locations, and for recording and distributing the morning’s transit amongst the team.

Her daily visits to my desk rapidly became a highlight. Heather would place my post down next to me, and as she leaned forward to do so, I would be afforded a prime view of her shapely torso. Her outfits were classy but well-fitted – and although she did not wear low-cut tops, her ample cleavage still made quite the impression.

Labour Day Fuck [FM]

Short time lurker, first time poster c:

I’ll break this into two sections; backstory (descriptions) and the sex. (I’ll put *** to indicate teasing, ***** to indicate the sex) btw this is hella damn long.

BACKSTORY:
My boyfriend and I have dated for awhile, he is definitely the vanilla type while I, the innocent looking type am a freak. But there is one thing my boyfriend is down to do and it’s the butt. At first, I hated the butt stuff, if I shit that’s all my shame and nightmares right there. But you know what, I will do it… for him (and maybe for myself after reading a lot of anal stories on here).

He’s 5′ 10″ Korean boi, I’m 5′ 2″ Vietnamese gril. He’s the only dick I’ve had tbh so I can’t compare (well dick in the down there hood), but it’s big enough to satisfy an Asians’ tight pussy c; I’m quite petite? Not a lot, A cups with a little tush that’s super squishy. Usually, a firm ass is quite nice but I like my squishy tush, a slap gives a nice jiggle.

Labour Day:

South Florida MILF and her hidden truths [MF]

After ending a long term relationship I have taken some time to get back into the dating scene. Which in South Florida is not easy. I’m in my thirties and try my best to find women of substance and maturity. In the meantime, I have found extremely oversexed women in their sexual primes with a strong desire to explore the things they missed out on due to previous relationships.

Carolina was one such lady, she was also in her early thirties, a single mom, trying to get by and meet her sexual needs but also hoping to one day find a husband. She messaged me one day and described some common interests we shared. She had always wanted to try different kinks but her ex-boyfriend was not interested. Once her vanilla relationship ended, her sexual journey took off. We spent some time discussing roles and kinks and what they entailed. She was very new to this, she had no idea what clover clamps were and explained that her toy collection was very limited. I would find out this was, inaccurate to the say the least.

Use Me: Part 1 [M/F] [Second Person POV]

Hi everyone. English is my second language so I’m sorry if the grammar or the spelling is a bit off. x

I was charmed by you even before our first conversation on Tinder. We talked for a bit before things really heated up, and you proved you are as charming as you look on your pictures. The pictures you sent distracted me for the rest of the night, and the things you said about my body were turning me on so much I was about to invite you over. Instead, you asked me out on a date for the next day. I was a little surprised: from both our profiles it was clear that we were both just looking for sex. I said yes anyway. Why not. I would be the last one declining a chance to wear a fuck-me dress to a restaurant.

I wore my best dress, a subtle forest green falling mid-thigh with a cleavage that would leave anyone wondering. You arrived looking just as classy. Your smile had been beautiful on your pictures already, but in real life all it was reminding me of was the picture you had sent me last night.

Corrupting Corrine – Part 1 [Mf] [MCtrl] [cheat] [teacher/student] [psychological] [long]

Hi Erotica. This story actually has a part 2 and 3 already, and if you want to read them after this you can check my post history. I’m just posting part 1 for now because I just found this sub and I wanted to see if there’s interest. If so I’ll post parts 2 and 3 here as well. Thanks for checking it out!

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The eraser of Corrine’s pencil tapped, tapped on her notebook. It had made contact with the paper far more times than the tip over the course of the afternoon. Yet her focus was not out the window or within her own mind, but on the lecture before her.

“So I hope, as we continue through the semester, your view of the human mind will evolve similarly to how the views of psychologists have evolved over time. The human mind is not a machine. Yet it cannot be viewed entirely as a self-determining entity, either. We need to look at the pyschological, social, and physical influences on the mind before we can understand how to help a patient – we can never view the mind in isolation from these factors, never as totally independent.”