My Wife’s Temptation – The 22 Year Old Landscaper – Part I

A couple years back my husband and I had some renovations done to our backyard. A group of young men joined the owner of the company in doing a major overhaul during COVID.

On the third day a new young guy showed up who was hot. He was an athlete who had some shaggy hair and a ripped body with a great tan from being out in the sun. He reminded me of a younger version of my husband.

I had been out in the front yard doing some gardening in our planters in jean shorts and a v-neck t-shirt. When I came back in the house later on my husband told me he saw on our security cameras that the landscapers were checking out my ass and looking down the front of my v-neck to check out my cleavage. He showed me the clip… As I walked around the house after they had their peek we could hear them saying how they wouldn’t mind taking turns with me. The hot guy made a joke that if my husband wasn’t home he would make a move on me and see if he could fuck a MILF. They all had their laugh, not knowing the evidence was on camera.

My BF feels my pussy way tighter after cuckolding him than years ago [Cuckold]

Hello guys! I was talking about sex with my BF a few days ago while cuddling because for some reason I was feeling lately like his dick was growing a bit in thickness, I know it sounds kinda weird, but it was like his dick was hurting my pussywalls more than usual and even when the sensation was becoming more pleasureable and painful at the same time (which I really enjoy)… I couldnt understand why it was happening at all. I even thought that maybe he was just taking hormones or something like that? He laughed real bad at me when I mentioned this to him and just said that he felt that my pussy walls were becoming tighter than usual and that he could feel a lot more tension, like he could feel the presure when I make them tight at will when I was getting aroused… it made a lot of sense to me right after.

The hot summer day [M42/F41 con cheat]

It’s a hot summer afternoon in the south. The kind where the humidity makes your clothes stick to you like honey on a biscuit.

I arrived at my best friends house to hangout and drink beers when I saw her in the flower garden by the front porch on all fours struggling to pull up weeds from the flower bed.

My heart was already racing, pounding just thinking about how bad I wanted to be inside her warm wet pussy.

With her sandy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was wearing a white cotton tank top with a sports bra that accentuated her small cleavage.

Her wide hips and milky white thighs were wrapped in a small fitting pair of umbro shorts. They were black and trimmed with white. The logo was almost faded and gone from all of the years she’s worn them since college.

As I walked towards her, her whole body was covered in sweat as she sat on her hands and knees weeding.

All I could focus on where her hips and the tightest mound that sat sandwiched in between them.

I fucked a much older man a day after blowing his friend [FM]

I was lying in bed recovering from one of the most physically taxing masturbation sessions of my entire life. My fellow Catholic girls can probably guess what happened next! I was tired now and the elation of sexting had whooshed off into the great unknown. Now on top of being embarrassed and ashamed I was totally wiped. I slept for another half hour, but Mark had texted me when I woke up. His message read:

“Want to grab a coffee” That seemed a little out of nowhere to me.

“Uh ok, like when” I texted him back. I reeeeally wanted some more info. Even today I don’t know if I was just too tired to ask or I’d it was the embarrassment.

“Now”

I put the phone down. The light headed feeling wasn’t gone, but his weird pivot had kind of killed the vibe. Every early 20s girl has the same fears. I thought my boobs were too small or I was too slutty, or maybe he was bored because I wasn’t actually any fun. Mark texted me a suggestion for a cafe near campus and I got dressed feeling way off. The bus ride wasn’t long. The whole way I was wondering why he was being so cold. Jake was another thing. No clue if he’d be there. The embarrassment was back. I wished I hadn’t told him he could share the pictures with Jake, or that I sent them at all. It felt like I was visiting the principal’s office. And I NEVER had to do that in school.

Kink [m]

I have this fantasy about Video chatting with a stranger and masturbating to each other. Im 25m and porn has been pretty boring lately. Masturbating with a female stranger or even a couple feels like it would exhilarate the orgasm. It’s sneaky, dirty and just overall sounds exciting. Im big on exhibitionism and wanted to try out being a vouyer this is somewhat i wanted to try out.
If anyone has the same thoughts or ideas d m me.

Team Slut [Yes, Captain Part II] [Body Writing] [Bully] [Ff] [Humiliation] [Straight to lesbian?] [Lesdom] [Power imbalance] [Sports team] [Masturbation] [Cunnilingus]

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/vividwiththequill/comments/131gmgf/team_slut_yes_captain_part_ii_body_writing_bully/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Seeing herself on her screen in that position was embarrassing enough, but the thought of her team captain having that video at her disposal was even worse. Despite the fear that clung to her like glue, she couldn’t help but feel turned on at the fact her teammate could do whatever she liked with the video…or even whatever she liked with her.

She didn’t hesitate to provide her address, her hands shaking, and she was unsure whether her trembling was due to fear or to excitement. She glanced around the condo her parents had invested in for her. After all, it made more sense to them to invest in a new property and let her use it rather than paying for an apartment or the university dorms. She nitpicked at little messes as she waited in anticipation. Would her bully harm her? Would she touch her? What should she expect?

She slipped into the bathroom, gasping at the cold tile on her bare feet. She’d been so focused on Harper coming over. One quick swipe with a bit of toilet paper showed Maya just how aroused she had become while thinking about who was coming over. She wiped off her labia so that she wouldn’t be so uncomfortable down there. She still wasn’t sure what would go down, so she didn’t want to have her panties soaked too soon.

A week in the woods – Chapter 1 [Fantasy][Gentle][Female Audience]

*All characters are 18+ and are not depictions of real people*

It was the Sunday before they were due to go for their romantic week away in the woods, Emily had just come in from work after doing an extra shift over the weekend and fell onto the sofa, feet aching and drained.

She had just finished taking her shoes off, putting her feet up on the coffee table and switching the TV on to find some mindless rubbish, when Simon came in, dropping a glass of wine into her hand and a tray with some cheese and crackers into the other.

“Long day?” He asked and was met by a groan.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he responded with a chuckle.

After a while of flicking through channel after channel they concluded on the millionth rerun of an episode of Big Bang. Not far through the second episode a second glass was empty, and the crackers were nothing but a few crumbs left on the plate.

“I’m going to get changed,” Emily announced, heading for the stairs.

Breed me, Master… [fantasy][noncon][monster][domination][inflation][impregnation]

This one is a bit different from the stuff I’ve been posting.
Hope everyone likes it XD

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His hooved feet crunched on the stone as the minotaur stalked toward the female elf. Each footfall sent a faint tremor across the ground. Each step made her heart slam against her chest. Each stride drew him closer and closer to her prone form.

His crimson eyes roamed up and down her nude, nubile body, appreciating her supple flesh. A sneer pulled back his maw to expose sharp fangs. He licked his lips as he stood over her. His massive body loomed like a mountain.

He was an ancient warlord, resurrected to terrorize the world, and she was the elven warrior who had come to stop him.

It was a mistake.

She was powerless against his strength and magic. Her fireballs glanced off his protective fur like pebbles deflected off an unmovable boulder.

Her sword managed to draw a gash over his arm but a small trickle of blood from his wound was far from enough to slay him. Now, the weapon lay useless on the ground, beyond her reach.

Lilly Scapegrace, Pact and Patron [F20/Deity, Explicit Consent, Succubus, Summoning, Dom/Sub, Breeding Fantasy, Blowjob, Throatpie, (Minor) Cumflation, Slut Shaming/Degradation]

Edit because I forgot the [Futa/Intersex Deity] tag.

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“Lilith of Növekedés, why do you invoke my name?” she asked, appearing in the bark of the tree. Her lovat skin was clothed only in the dark green leaves and purple petals of alien plants.

“Veronestra, Archfey of Fertile Beauty, Goddess of nymph and dryad, I invite you from afar in the hope of kindling your aid,” I said, throwing myself prone before her. My breasts pressed into the tilled ground at the edge of the farm I grew up on, enriched by the recent flood that had only just receded.

I was naked, as I had always been. As most other fiends I knew had always been, until the war, when the mortals came in their leather and cloth and metal skins. Until my mother broke her promise and never returned home.

The being I had conjured did not respond so I raised myself enough to behold her again. Her plant clothing had peeled away, her jealousy not allowing her to be more modest than I. I saw her dual sex for the first time. A member for plowing and a cleft to be sown. It was an arrangement I could form myself if I wished, but I liked my flower.

My best friend came instantly and I love him for it [F/M] [Oral] [First]

I wasn’t surprised by how small his cock was, but I was a little surprised when his hot jizz shot onto my face the second my lips touched his tip. I guess I should’ve expected it, in hindsight.

My best friend had always been a runt. He was roughly my size from kindergarten all the way up to highschool, and when all his male friends hit puberty and grew into men he was still my size – 5’5, 120 lbs, thin as a rail.

I made fun of him for it exactly once, joking that he could fit into my clothes. He hid the pain behind an agreeable chuckle, but I saw it for a second and never poked that sore spot again. He didn’t get along well with other men, but his frailty made it hard for him to get along with most women too. He interpreted anything less than constant enthusiasm as a sign that they didn’t like him, and so he never asked anyone out, never dated all through highschool, and for the most part I was his only friend.