[MF] outstanding sexual encounter with a tv star

When I was high on drugs and dancing at darling harbour I came across a TV presenter and was grinding up in her. To cut a long story short I said to my boy Howie that I had to split and he said it’s all love bro and we went back to her apartment and did half an ecstasy. “I wanna bust a nut inside you, shortly” I said. “I wanna make you sweat, boo. Let’s do this thing.”

I’d like to say that she stepped out of her jeans, but in truth it took a while to maneuver Her tight buttocks and the accompanying vaginal wedge out of the hard shell of her denims. We huffed and sweated; I had her hanging off the edge of the bed while I gripped the cuffs of her jeans; I nearly pulled a groin muscle getting her naked; but through it all I stayed hard, a testament to how much I wanted her. She kept her T-shirt on throughout the initial popping, which is just how I like it.. I slipped my hands beneath the cotton tee and felt the smooth creamery of her breasts while saving the visuals of those brown glossy globes for later. Her puss was all that, as they say in the urban media

The Stalker Part 2 -1st half

Shannon, Anita and Eliot

It was all that I could do not to pass out then and there on the bed. The exhaustion weighed me down and I felt heavy, sinking deep into the mattress as if I was filled with lead. My mouth was dry and parched, and my lips cracked as I opened my mouth to call out for my son. No sound came and the simple act of trying to scream caused my head to pound and ache, a sharp pain shot through my jaw from grinding me teeth and my ears rang with a high pitched squeal. My vision was fuzzy, a grey aura clouded over the room and every time I closed my eyes I felt like days were lost. My eyelids were heavy and my sweat stung as it dripped into my bloodshot eyes. My moist skin was clammy and cold as the cool air passed over me and I still felt Anita’s body pressed against mine. My hands were so numb that I didn’t even realize that Anita had loosened the cord around my wrist. My arms dangled over the back of the bed over my head and I tried to move my fingers to regain circulation, but I was unsuccessful. My head swam and the fog only cleared when I saw the sight I had dreaded since I first heard his voice as he entered the house. Eliot.

Saved By The App [MF][Tease][CFNM]

Back in my sophomore year of college I signed up to be an RA. At the time it sounded like a sweet deal, free rent, a couple hundred per month and free food at the cafe. How could I not sign up? When I luckily got the job I was then asked to join my new team in those long drawn out building camps but luckily this is where I met Amy. Amy was a petite 5’2 blonde with a shoulder length cut. She was perky in all the right places and had a killer smile. I was instantly drawn to her and tried my best to get to know her during that week of training.

MWM Looking to get wet…

/r/erotica /r/mengonewild /r/dilf

MWBiM looking to hook up for a sensual massage and mind blowing blowjob. I’m married but in an open relationship and looking for a one time play date or if there is a connection maybe a more committed FWB situation. I have had lots of sex with women and enjoy every curve… I’m also open to hot and heavy guy make out session (been with a few too)… or if you are a couple I’d love to join you for some mid morning sex romp. NSA no drugs and no diseases. Just want my balls drained and maybe slide on into a nice tight hot wet pussy… pics are me attached!

PM me if you wanna get wet!

Woodbridge, VA area of Northern Virginia! https://imgur.com/a/M0OVw/

My hottest, funniest, and riskiest exhibition encounter to date[FM]

This is an older story that happened way back in 2011 when I was still 20 years old. I’d just gotten my first girlfriend as an adult. I was 20, she was 18. On the surface, she looked incredibly straight laced, never done any drugs, never drank, straight-A student, extremely straight posture too. But underneath, she was incredibly kinky and would be the one to introduce me to the wonderful world of sex.

This story takes place in November, about one month after we started having sex. She was 5’9 with a tan complexion, short curly hair, and an amazing body. We would always joke about her “porn boobs” that seemed to defy gravity. She had narrow shoulders too, which really accentuated them. I was a nervous 5’11 black guy back then with short hair, and an average body. Not much different from now actually.

So back then we were just constantly horny and every time we met up we would end up having sex, one way or another. We’d done it outdoor a few times by that point when we’d go on hikes and walks through the park. This time we were downtown when I felt the familiar tingling in my groin. Playful touches turned erotic, kisses lingered for a bit too long, we were horny as shit but being downtown we had nowhere to go.

She never did like Thursdays [tentacle][sci-fi][bad-end]

I wrote this for somebody who subsequently deleted their account, perhaps driven to despair by their own peculiar predilections. In any case, if tentacles are your thing, then it’s yours: I dedicate it to you.

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2227-08-23T07:24:15.074Z

Somewhere in the outer reaches of NGC-4414, orbiting an average main sequence star, there is a small purple planet. Seen from space, the unnamed body is girdled with transparent dust rings like faint wisps of smoke. It hangs there in space, a tiny spot of colour in the darkness. As it slowly rotates, bands of darker purple writhe across the surface. They dance and whirl across the alien sky, boiling and bursting and billowing away like starlings in flight. As we watch, there is a blinding flash just three light-seconds from the surface of the planet. A gash opens up in the fabric of space and a sickly blue light pours out as though from an opened door. The edges of the gash quiver and palpitate queasily. Through the hole-in-space comes the nose of a small ship, a deep-space scout, just large enough for one passenger. As she emerges from the fargate, she decelerates, burning her engines backward to bring her under the gravitational influence of this nameless planet. Over the following hours she will burn her thrusters a total of 3 times, each burn lowering her orbit a little more until she is just skimming the surface of the seething purple atmosphere.

[MF] The “lesbian” with red flags and my mother’s convertable

I have had several strange situations in my past that led to random sex and/or sexual favors, and I’m going to start sharing them starting with this one. I was friends with this girl named Ashley for a couple years. She was in the same group of people in the punk/metal scene I used to hang out with. She had red flags all over the place, so I would have never pursued her even she said she wasn’t lesbian (questionable stories of men breaking into her house and assaulting her, off and on heavy drugs, crazy eyes, always had to correct you with “facts” she “knew but everyone else didn’t”). Most people tolerated her, but I had a way of talking around her that kept her comfortable without her reverting to “Red Flag Mode” most of the time. I hung out with a lot of people back then, but I always felt alone. I’d hang out with anyone to fill in that void until they would drag me into their drama, then drop them like a hot potato. We would chill by ourselves from time to time, and I sometimes dropped her off at the house of whatever girl she was dating at the time because she had no car.

Live Sex Birthday! [mmmmmmmmmmf] [huml] [drugs] [buk] [mast] [oral] [reluc]

Lucy had a wild group of friends. They were always doing something raunchy, whether it was her friend Becky sending her a Snapchat of her shopping for dildos or her friend Scott sending her a Snap of him on the toilet, taking a shit.

She’d laugh, roll her eyes and continue on with her day.

But as her 25th birthday approached, she told her boyfriend Joe that she wanted to do something different. Something bold for her little group of friends.

“What do you have in mind?” He asked.

“I donno, you come up with something. I’m down for whatever, so long as it’s tasty, shocking, and is a dick.”

Lucy hoped Joe got her message for a penis shaped birthday cake.

The problem was Joe, who had “married in” to her group of friends, had a different idea. Something that would definitely shock this rowdy group.

They held the birthday party in Lucy’s backyard and her friends all showed up at sunset. They ordered pizza, everyone brought drinks. Some folks were smoking pot. Nothing unusual. Some friends even took to “The Triple X Room” to fuck.

Jessica was used to getting her way [humiliation][nc][preg][Mf] (part 2)

A little more than a month later Paolo still hadn’t called. Jessica doubted he ever would. She didn’t blame him. She lay there in bed, running through that night again. She flipped on a vibrator, held it between her legs, and let the memory of guilt and pain and pleasure drive her. A few minutes after she came, her stomach turned. She ran to the bathroom. *Uh oh. No way! I’m on birth control.* She cleaned up and called to make an appointment with a gynecologist who she knew performed abortions. Later that day, she bought a home test at CVS. When she took it, it came up positive. Of course. Goddamnit all to hell!

Dr. Brooks, was in his mid fifties. Salt and pepper hair. He had an air of practiced competence that gave him command of the room as soon as he entered it. He was handsome. Jessica sat in the gown the nurse had given her, her head spinning with nerves. He flipped the top sheet on his clipboard. “Jessica Seale, right? You had a home pregnancy test come up, positive?”

“Yes. But I’m on birth control!”

“Okay, that can happen. Were you on antibiotics at the time perhaps?”

Command (D/s, F/m)

I was a couple of years past puberty when they first brought me into my home. Maybe 15 or 16 years old, and fresh off the farm. I’d had the surgery maybe a month before. The small star-shaped scars on my body were still shiny and new, but they would begin fading soon. I was still sore, but even the earliest implants were small. As long as someone survived the neural integration, physical recovery from the process was quick.

They drugged me. For the pain they said, though they’d been weening me off the narcotics I was on right after they cut into me. Whatever it was, it knocked me out. Or least I don’t remember leaving the recovery center. No, the next images were of a house. Beautiful tall windows. Rooms ten times bigger than the cell I shared growing up. I was walking along about half conscious when I felt someone kick against the back of my knees. I felt myself fall, but they caught me, and settled me down into a kneeling position. I had been walking on a hardwood floor, but there was a mat beneath my knees. I could feel a small stool, just a foot or so up from the ground, that I was now sitting on. The room was open, dimly lit, and not so big as those I had first seen.