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I [F] am addicted to sexting and cumming over and over thanks to [M]y online FWB.

The last four days have been manic. Everytime I told my online fwb I shouldn’t cum, he made me cum harder than ever. It’s like it became his life’s mission..

I usually go to the bathroom to cum but he got me so worked up, I was discreetly touching myself under the covers on my bed, bucking my clit into my palm..while I had someone sleeping on the bed next to mine. That night I came the hardest (and twice in a row).

Yesterday was day four. I am addicted to him making me cum. He sends me voice notes, pictures and GIFs and has me moaning before I even touch myself. He knows the effect he has on me and loves using my deepest desires to coax orgasms out of me for his pleasure. The minute he starts moaning my eyes roll back and I feel waves of pleasure without laying a finger on myself.

Last night, as a sort of a “thank you for the last four days”.. I was sending him some very very filthy messages so he can cum too ( even though he said he cant 😏). Read more »

Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 4] (MF, dub-con, non-con, BDSM)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*

PART 4

Isabella used her favourite scrunchie to tie her hair into a high ponytail and sprayed a bit of perfume on her collarbone and wrists, all whilst taking deep, measured breaths. It was her pre-exam ritual – a bit silly, she admitted, but it always helped to calm her nerves before a big assessment. Today, she wasn’t anxious about the final exam – she was guaranteed a High Distinction even if the pages were completely blank. Read more »

Wet Dreams University 183 Drop Out or Drop Down Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM Anal BDSM Bondage Solo Toys)

“You know it doesn’t matter how many times or the what for, I always hate entering the office” Clarissa had her hand on the Wet Dreams University administration front office, home to the dean of college and his entire staff of on looker’s. Giving a tug to the door. Feeling a burst of super chilled air as it smacked Clarissa right in the tits. “If the shivers don’t kill you then..” looking over the almost empty office. With only on computer key board being rapped on Clarissa stepped forward. “What may I help you with?” Came the soft voice of the general secretary finally breaking from what ever she was typing to give Miss Love her full attention. “Well I was..” getting a good look at the secretary only made matters worse. “You see I..” Clarissa watched as a button gave way on her ample chest. “I am so sorry” rubbing her hands over her already hard nipples, Clarissa could not look away. “Butt I will (searching the floor for her button) have to retrieve..” having the nerd glasses, the shirt that was two sizes to small and a tight butt definitely reviling mini even when I’m standing you can still see everything I am skirt had gotten up to retrieve the button that had landed directly behind her. Long legs perched on high high heels stood. Pushing the chair aside and turning her back to Clarissa. If there was such a thing as premature ejaculation for women then Clarissa would have creamed her load all over the front deck. Watching as she bent in two without bending her knees reviling her nice wet pussy and please fuck me ass to Clarissa without even batting a eye.. course it she might have cuz Clarissa’s eyes where glued to her lickable cunt. “.. button (straightening up and pivoting so she could lock eyes with Clarissa). Can I help you Miss,” squeezing her tits even closer together, “the name is Miss Ellie or as some would like to call me..” witnessing as both her triple G’s collided almost made Clarissa a where that she was going into her own orgasm. Right there in the front office Clarissa Love was having the most wonderful most embarrassing moment of her college life, “..CD, Cum Dumpster!” “Ohmigoddess did she just say cum” flashed into Clarissa’s head, “.. yes, yes I believe I will. Cum that is.. Mmm Mmmm” now her fingers where working over time after seeing that fuckable ass, lickable sweet slit bend over right in front of her. Feeling a soft hand raking against her hair, feeling her motor revving up to a genuine purr, Clarissa could not understand why her eyes where sealed shut. “Remember breath” came a all to familiar voice, Clarissa’s very own. Taking a ragged breath as her hips quivered after thrusting them selves forward in a fit of orgasmic rage. “Having second thoughts about admittance are we” Miss Ellie cooed. “Perhaps..” stroking Clarissa’s cunt not from the front butt from the back. “..I could..” tagging Clarissa’s asshole make her moan as her orgasm intensified. “..change your mind?” The tagging turned into a rub, “Mmm, yes I can see your doubt..” Was that a whisper, anything at all or just part of Clarissa’s fantasy world cuming to life. Careening her waist, seizing Miss Ellie’s knotted hair. Staring at Miss Ellie, pressing her lips against the Cum Dumpster. “Oh my fuckkk.. is she finger banging my asssss and an.. pu..y” Clarissa was thinking just seconds before her next earth shattering orgasm. “Wait where is she??? Where has she.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk..” her thoughts turned into a heavy climax. Leaning over the front desk, panting while Miss Ellie was getting double penetration with just her fingers. “I think the dean should be left out of this counseling session don’t you” Miss Ellie purred causing Clarissa to grab the desk as her tongue started to torture Clarissa’s pleasure spot. Rubbing on her clit with abandon, tongue darting in and out of both her hungry ass and dripping pussy. “Ooo fuck, Ooo fuckkk.. yes yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh” Miss Ellie triggered Clarissa’s lesbian switch buried deep in side her own cunt. “Be, be.. (unable to stop her cum as it jetted out soaking Miss Ellie’s hand and the main front desk) OooOoooOoooo” hiking Clarissa right leg up on the desk, reaching back and grabbing ahold of her ass. “..fucking lick it Mmm Mmmm.. yesss fucking lick my cu.. ..unt yes yesssssssss (spreading her ass cheek as far as she could) fuckkking Mmm Ahh” thrusting her hips forward looking for that nice finger to grind on. “I.. I’m ..ming OooohOooohOooohOoooh” Miss Ellie was slurping Clarissa’s wet slit. “I need som..the..g in Mmm.. Mmm ass..” there was only one heart beat that was in between the last of Clarissa’s stuttering for the next breath. “Ooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooOoooOoooo” echoed in the front office as Clarissa just has the most incredible orgasm ever. Pushing Ellie of was no problem butt paying her back for the last orgasm.. “Who the fuck taught you how to eat out a girl” Clarissa pitched her shirt over head. Smiling at Miss Ellie, “Who taught you how to..” Sinking to her knees, pushing Ellie back till a chair tripped her up, “..take a orgasm so good?” A rhetorical question yes butt it had a sweet surprise at the other end. Plunging her tongue right in the honey pot, pushing past the skin and cum that drained from Ellie’s unshaved cunt. Pushing till she could not push any farther, till her lip meet with a unruly bush. Flicking her tongue at the end as more cum drained out of Ellie’s cunt. Taking the snap of not only her tongue butt the tightening of Ellie’s gushing slit as a good thing. Running her arms up Ellie’s body, tracing her way past the hips, the waist, ribs until. Jacking Ellie up while still sucking on that cum soaked muff. Grabbing ahold of both tits, sinking her fingers across the board as Ellie was going into denial orgasms. “My what a tight cunt you have Miss Ellie” swirling her tongue as it tagged every sexual button that Ellie had. “Oh fuckkk Ooo.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa’s lip draped over Miss Ellie’s clit just added to the orgasm. Dropping Miss Ellie back down on to the desk. Lunging forward to grab her by the neck and tit, “Cum here Ellie for I owe you one last thing.” Pulling on the nipple first, getting her triple G taut so that the body would follow. Leaning in, putting forehead to forehead, “Thank you Miss Ellie” shifting her stance so fast that it caught Miss Ellie of guard. Pressing their lips together again, dividing her lips with a wet tongue even after plunging into a passionate kiss. Releasing her from the embrace, bending to pick up her clothes then looking back. “Bye-bye Miss Ellie” blowing her a kiss aimed at her pussy.

Making him lose control while he controls me [MF]

I (19F) have been talking to this guy (20) for a two weeks now and we usually get each other off on snaps or video call.

I’ve had a fantasy for a while to make a guy cum just by watching me and hearing me without touching himself.

So I told him that I didn’t want him to touch himself unless I told him to and for the next two days I teased him, sending him pictures and videos of me when he woke up, when he was out and when he was in bed at night. I sent him pictures of my tits peaking out of my shirt, me masturbating with my panties on, me taking a shower and taking my shirt off, pretty much anything I could think of.

I kept teasing him until the next day and later when he was in bed I video called him and asked him to tell me how to touch myself. He told me to rub my clit slowly at first, then go faster. He kept making me change my pace. He made me finger myself with one finger then two, slowly then faster until I got really close and told me to stop. Read more »

Jenny’s final lesson

I was surprised when I received an email asking to meet in person.
Jenny was a top student. She was invariably and deeply engaged during lectures and was known as one of our brightest students on campus, so it felt out of character when she said in her email that she was worried about the next stage of her life.
When I opened my office door, she was had her usual blue-framed glasses that brighten her soft hazel eyes, but her strawberry blonde hair was down rather than her usual messy bun. Her outfit was not the jeans and sweater that I was used to either. She looked like she was about to go on a job interview given the collared white shirt, but her black skirt was a just a little too tight-fitting to be appropriate for that. Jenny must have noticed my surprise as she looked away for a second, as if she was ready to turn around and run.
Jenny paused, looked at me, and with a timid smile said “I’m so happy that I get to see you one last time.” I invited her in to sit down as I pulled my chair around so that my desk was not in our way. She continued, “I’m really thankful for all the help you’ve given me, and I know it might seem silly, but I just wanted to see if you had any advice for me as I go to grad school. I don’t know if I’ll be good enough.” I had earlier written her a letter of recommendation, praising her ability and intellect, so I knew this not to be true. But it is common for even the most promising of students to get anxious during this transition time.
Jenny began to ask questions, but she appeared inattentive to my replies, and struggled to identify and articulate the next question. I thought she was nervous. Some students will get this way, but this was very out of character for Jenny. She was never shy about talking in front of class, but as our conversation continued, I noticed that it was not the usual nervousness.
She started to fidget with her phone, like some do when they’re nervous, but… she seemed restless. Making eye contact, then suddenly breaking it. Squirming a bit, then adjusting her skirt. The squirms turned to squeezing her legs together. I tried to give her confidence by praising her intelligence and accomplishments, thinking that would calm her down, but I started to pick up on what was really going on with all the awkward behavior and tone….
She was getting off.
Since she kept going to her phone, I tried to catch what was so distracting.
After a few good glances I discovered that what she’s been fidgeting with was an app, one that I’ve used myself with a former partner, otherwise I’m not sure if I ever would have figured it out. The app serves as a remote for controlling an internal vibrator. The shock must have been visible to her, as I realized that she was pleasuring herself this entire time, in my office, while I was trying to reassure her and build her confidence.
Never did I think she would do something like this; it seemed like such a major risk to take just as she was about to graduate.
I was upset. I felt humiliated that she would be so bold to do such a thing with me.
How the fuck could she put me in this situation? Did she know how much trouble I could get into? With the realization I paused. There was just enough silence with me looking directly at her for her to know something was not right.
“I know what you are doing” I said in a manner so that the phrase could echo in her head. I thought she would react like anyone caught doing something embarrassing, but instead she just looked at me and smirked, which just got under my skin. The nerve of this girl!
“Hand that to me” I demanded, as I snatched the phone from her hand. I verified that it was a vibrator app.
“Do you know how much trouble you could get into? Did you think about how bad this could turn out for me?” I asked. “I didn’t.. um…” she muttered, with a look that signaled that whatever fantasy she had may not go the way she planned.
…..(first time writing. I would love to hear feedback. wonder if I should continue it)

Hot Monogamy Part II [MF]

Meritorious Monogamy Part II

“I’m on my way.”

I had butterflies in my stomach, my heart was in my throat, and my body was humming for the enduement of my submission. I did as Sir asked, waiting patiently on my knees with my hands in my lap. I felt like a prized possession, and he was going to find out just how much I was his tonight.

I smelt amazing, looked amazing, and felt amazing. As I sat on the bed and made myself comfortable, I noted how soft our silk crimson sheets were. I then thought of the delicious feeling of being atop them naked.

My thoughts were drifting while I waited for Sir. The anticipation was enough to make a grown woman cry. Yeah, that cliché. Then, I heard the doorknob turn. Immediately my sex began to engorge, my arousal was already blatant, but now he was going to find the evidence midthigh.

He was gorgeous, he had mirth in his eyes while a smirk endowed his beautifully shaped lips. I knew he had something illicit up his sleeve, he looked dominant and mischievous. Read more »

THE DREAM WEAVER PT. 01

My morning work commutes are finally starting to get easier. Since moving from a backwater town on the east coast, to this rule metropolitan area, healthier living has been on the forefront of my mind. So a month back, I decided to stop driving the hour-long commute to work and bought myself a shiny new bike. After a week, I nicknamed ‘birth control’. Not only did I look like an overgrown child riding the damn thing thirty minutes everyday, but I am pretty sure the seat cut off all reproduction functions in my dick. Nevertheless I was bound and determined to make this work.

The chilly crisp air feels amazing on my ride this morning. I check my watch to see how I am doing on time. Ahead of schedule, perfect! Time to stop off for a coffee.

Kats Koffee Shop, I’ve been past it dozens of times, but this is my first time inside. Small, quaint, with a mix of modern tables and chairs to clash with the rustic decor and artwork.

“Ooop.” I hear from behind the counter. A cute woman is quickly trying to smooth down her skirt behind the counter. Read more »

[MF] The Tiny Redhead

I woke up horny this morning so I figured I’d share an experience about the time I got to live out a little fantasy of mine hooking up with a redhead. This happened last year (2020) like right before everyone went into that first initial COViD lockdown.

**The Context**

Unfortunately I was a late bloomer and didn’t end up losing my virginity until I was 27 which was only 2 1/2 years ago. I always wondered what it would be like to have sex in high school with someone cute. Since then I’ve been trying to play catch-up so to speak and have even had some threesomes (MFM only, not FMF yet). I’m 29 about to turn 30 soon, 5’8, fit and half black.

One night I was just swiping on Tinder like so many do and eventually I match with this cute redhead, we’ll call her Sarah. Sarah was 21 years old, 5’1 in height and had the most ridiculous body I had ever seen…but in a good way. I can’t remember what we talked about on the app but one thing led to another and she agrees to meet me for a fun date. Read more »