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The Innocent Diaries of an Insatiable Hotwife – Book 1 – Chapter 1 (Rough Draft) [MMF][Hotwife][Masturbation]

## Chills. Everywhere. Down my neck, down my spine, all the way to my toes.

That’s what happens every time I glide my fingers between the swollen lips of my dripping wet pussy.

It’s been three days since I’ve had my last orgasm and I’m going crazy. Life just gets busy, ya know? One thing turns into the next and eventually you and your husband become more abstinent than a catholic priest.

Speaking of my husband, thanks to my *very* considerate snoring, I am now awake at 430am on a Saturday. And since I’m the only one in the house who is awake, I’m going to take advantage of the rare quietness and fix this little problem of mine.

I throw my legs out from underneath the blankets and attempt to get out of bed as quietly as possible. Clumsily doing it in a way that resembles more of a trip and stumble rather than a tip and toe. But I leave the bedroom unscathed and walk down the hallway undetected.

Sneakily making my way into the bathroom, I shut the door behind me quietly, being sure to not to make a single noise. I then turn the faucet on to the bath, envisioning that the sound of the running water will soon be drowning out the sounds of my self-induced pleasure. Read more »

Family Taboo Fantasy : I Want to catch a crush with my dad

Ok so we would walk into my place and hang out and smoke a blunt or something then you leave to go to the bathroom but you don’t come back for a while so i come to look for you and I hear this noise coming from my parents room and I see the door is cracked so I go to check it out and you’re in there on your knees suck my dad’s cock and licking his balls while he sits on the edge of the bed. He lays down and you turn around and see me watching you and you see my cock I my hand jerking off to you suckcking my dad’s cock and playing with his balls. Still on your knees you pull your pants down and show me your ass while choking on my dad’s cock teasing me.

Gym – A woman finds multiple partners at the gym

Cindy was ready for the weekend. She had been in the hot seat at every meeting during the last week. Her normally crisp business skirt and jacket were wrinkled from the 3-hour long planning session, which she had just left. Cindy began the process of putting all thoughts of work aside as she drove to the Gym. The physical exertion would help get her tired out, a refreshing shower and a good nights sleep should finish the job.

Her boyfriend, Kurt, was working late at the Gym due to the construction. They were in the process of remodeling and expanding the facilities. He would be off for the rest of the weekend and had promised to make up for the late night Friday by taking her out on Saturday.

The sun was setting and the lights flickered on in the nearly empty parking lot when she pulled up. There was a white van with ‘Matt’s Plumbing’ painted on the side parked beside the back entrance. Cindy gathered her bag from the trunk and made her way inside.

Kurt was sitting at the desk reading a fitness magazine when she walked in the front door. “Hi dear.” She waved at him. Read more »

Ms.Bruun. My first encounter with the Dark Divine Feminine

My first experience of feeling the awesome power of the dark divine feminine was when I was in year 13 (senior year in US). Although I was a cocky 18 year old rugby lad, with a filthy fantasy mind I wasn’t very confident around girls when it came to actually having sex. I attracted a lot of female attention but just didn’t know how to act on it. I suppose I was shy. Attending an all boys school probably didn’t help socialise a young man like me in how to interact with females.

My French teacher was a Danish women, called Ms. Bruun. She was in her early 50s and very strict. There were other teachers who were more feminine but with her stern manner and rarely smiling face she got my blood pumping more than anyone. Ms.Bruun used a lot of facial moisturizer which had a distinctive smell of lavender and gave her face a shiny oily look. She always wore the same clothes; ankle high black boots, black stockings, a tight pencil skirt below her knees that hugged her shapely mature waist and hips (the roundness of her tummy never failed to make my cock hard) and a slightly see through cream blouse with high frilly lapels. You could just make out the shape of her bra through the blouse which was very erotic. Her hair was always up in a bun with loose bits falling down by the side of her face and pink lipstick on her thin lips. Her glasses would sit at the end of her nose as she looked over the rims when she engaged you with eye contact. Read more »

[M4F] Erotica written about/for you…

Hello there!

**18+ only**

Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to read a story with you as the main character? Something written about/for you; every detail matching your deepest desires?

I’d like to do just that. I’d like to write an erotic story for you, with you as the character! **I’m a male, wanting to write for a female**

Please tell me about your fantasy.

Be as detailed as possible about what you’re hoping to read, why it turns you on (kinks) and any other specifics you think are important (no list?).

Please expect some back and forth’s. I’m also, more specifically, looking for a muse. That’s would be an ideal situation for me. A woman that is interested in being my muse; someone that is interested in providing me inspiration in many different ways!

I look forward to hearing from you! **Chat or PM works.**

Yes, we did get caught (Part 3) [Str8][mf][Inc]

After that, Chrissy and I slept together without fail, every night. In the beginning, if our parents were around, we made somewhat of a big show of going to our own rooms in the evening at different times and doing random stuff with the door open for a while, as if to show that yes, we were definitely going to sleep in our own beds that night, as always, yes sirree. Only after we’d closed our doors and turned off our lights, carefully avoiding doing that at the same time, would I sneak over to Chrissy’s room through the bathroom. For some reason, maybe just because we had slept there the first night, we always ended up in her bed; I don’t remember Chrissy ever once coming over to mine. But I would dutifully muss up the sheets in my own bed, to make it look like I’d slept there, just in case my mom happened to enter during the day. (I’d never acquired the good habit of making my bed in the morning!) As time went on, though, we realized that our parents, true to form, weren’t really paying attention to our evening rituals, or at least, if they noticed anything, they weren’t putting two and two together. And of course at least half the time they weren’t home when we went to bed anyway. Eventually, we didn’t bother with the obfuscation; it got to the point where we’d simply walk into her door, shut the door, and get into bed together. Read more »

That time I [F] hooked up with the best man at my best friend’s wedding [MF]

When one of my best friend’s asked me to be her bridesmaid I was pretty much over the moon. But, a few weeks before the wedding, I had to deal with a massive breakup and lets face it breakups can be hard to deal with. With all this, me being at a wedding celebrating love on the most important day of my friend’s life was the last thing I wanted to do. However seeing as this is her big day I forced a smile on my face and told myself **“I can do this”**.

With all the pent up sadness, frustration, heartbreak and forcing myself to be happy I guess I needed some kind of release from all that pressure and with the wedding ceremony rambling on I just felt like everyone was looking at me, like all eyes were staring at me. With the ending of the vows and the kissing of the bride I looked up to find the best man who was supposed to escort me back down the aisle. Read more »

[30M] A true story from years ago…

As I walked down the trail, the butterflies were fluttering around my stomach so violently, I felt as I would puke. It was always like this right before I got to see her, so my body has sort of learned to adjust to the feeling, which I was thankful for. On the outside, I have always looked calm and collected, but I was in the middle of a hurricane on the inside. God, how I loved the feeling.

The sun had dipped below the horizon some time ago, to the point where it was nearly pitch black out. There was just enough light for me to see her there, standing on the bridge we have always met on, staring out at the creek it traversed. A gorgeous specimen, with blonde hair and deepest blue eyes. She wore a tank top and a skirt that I’m sure some would find much too short. Subconsciously, my pace had quickened to nearly a job. I needed every second I could get with her. Read more »