My BFF

“Are you crazy?! I will never have a hard on for you! You’re my BFF!”

When I saw the look she gave me, I lost all confidence. Julie had been my BFF for two years, ever since I had met her in the company I was working in. She was a very discrete and sensible employee, always dressed in a classy fashion. OK, maybe I had fantasised on her once or twice whilst jerking off, but she really was not my type: lovely little curvy redhead, when I prefer them tall, skinny and dark-haired… She was quite cute, and really funny, but I was thinking of her like a sister.

Julie and I were back from a night out with friends in a bar in Oberkampf, and she had offered to spend the night at her place, as I was living well outside Paris at the time. I had stayed with her numerous times without anything “strange” happening… I can’t remember how the discussion had begun. I think I had started to talk about Franck’s new girlfriend, with whom I had spent the night talking – right, OK, flirting. Quite a stunner! Back at the apartment, Julie made fun of me, mimicking me gawking at the girl. We then spoke about my type of girls, and she talked about her type of guys – which I clearly wasn’t. She then told me, with a mischievous look, as we were sprawling on the couch:

[F4M] Texas Flight Attendant and Exhibitionist Reveals Her Layover Masturbation Fantasy [masturbation][exhibitionism][flight attendant][orgasm][striptease]

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I am a real Flight Attendant for a Major US Airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an admitted exhibitionist, addicted really. My acted-out fantasy, my passion, is stripping from my uniform, dancing naked, and then masturbating to orgasm while being watched by a man or even a group of men if I can arrange it.

As a new hire flight attendant, I started out masturbating on my layovers for male flight attendants and pilots on my crew. As my confidence increased, I got bolder and, on one flight, even entertained my pilots while on my rest break with a visit to the cockpit on the long all-nighter to Europe.

I had only been to the cockpit twice before on international trips and found the pilots to be very nice. I was, admittedly, flirtatious with them as they were with me. I got the impression they enjoyed the diversion of having a pretty young flight attendant visit them on the long flight. We got into some turbulence and I teasingly said something about feeling my boobs shaking.

Company Ink Part 2 (Cheating)

After waking up the next morning, Amber thought it was strange that her fantasy drifted off to her coworker. She started to get a sense that she has wanted him for awhile, but never realized Allen was available. Her thoughts started to wander off thinking of what could be. Her thoughts started to plan out what she was going to do with her new fantasy. She made up her mind that she was going to act on it. Amber knew it was a bad idea, but she didn’t care. She got up and started getting ready for the morning. She decided she was going to act normal for right now and find out a little bit more about Allen.

She dressed in her usual conservative business attire, packed her stuff up and left for work. She arrived at work at her typical time. Nothing out of the ordinary. Started doing her daily work for a couple hours, eyeing the people walking by her open door, checking for Allen. Her office was right next to his, but she felt weird for going over there for no reason. She heard his words through some business conversations. They were both QA analysts for different departments so most of their work focused on checking over reports and preparing their findings at the weekly meeting. No news was always good news.

Truck Stop Fantasy (Part 2)

Truck Stop Fantasy (Part 2)

We last left the boys Ray, Bubba, and Billy rolling down the open road. Billy had finally gotten out of his one horse town. Ray and Bubba had been kind enough to give him a ride, but not for free. Billy was happy to do whatever he could to please his new friends and they had shown exactly what would be expected of him to continue traveling with them.

Blowjob lesson turns in almost a threesome [MFF]

My BFF and I were watching 365 Days the other day. It was basically research to understand the hype on social media about it. Me personally, I didn’t like it. It didn’t seem real! That bathroom counter scene… really? Tsk, tsk. If you have done it, YOU KNOW what I’m talking about. Moving on…

My friend, let’s call her Grace, LOVED IT. She was so impressed by all the “sex” scenes, especially because we were able to see some oral action and was able to get some tips. (Plot twist: you can’t!) I told her that there’s actually nothing special about that, you just need to want it and everything will flow, or at least that is what happens to me.

She was eager to know more about it! She has a boyfriend and she wanted to please him but wasn’t sure if she was doing the right moves. I asked her to tell me how exactly how she does it, and it was basically going up and down on his dick, and that was it.

Oh my sweet child… Come and learn from mama.

The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 9 (MF) (Oral) (Domme) (Vacation Sex)

The boss leads Anna outside and down a paved path. There are people all around. An occasional hat, pair of shorts, or thong scattered throughout but largely it is acres of bare flesh of all sizes and colors. As they walk a few people call out to him. He waves, exchanges pleasantries, and introduces Anna to a few people whose made up names she won’t remember. This is all so easy and familiar for him. Anna just hopes no one notices her wide eyes and blushing face.

When they reach the restaurant, he calls for a table for two. The restaurant is small, with tall tables and high chairs and low tables with padded booths. At one such booth sits a very fat, very bald man smoking a cigar while 6 women sit around the table, each one blonde, young, tan, and small breasted.

“Bill, you certainly have a type,” the boss calls out to the fat man as they pass by.

“A man should know what he likes,” the fat man calls back, laughing.

Fucking in the car after a night out is even more fun with three tongues… [MFF, Oral, Tension, Exh, Public]

I smiled at the jazzy rendition of “Baby One More Time,” being hammered out by the spirited pair of players at the piano bar. I stared across the tiny table at my husband. He had used product in his hair. I could hardly believe it. Then again, I’d spent far too long trimming my crotch into a neat and tidy landing strip. I had no idea what the night would bring, but I wanted to feel sexy in comparison to the smoldering goddess on my right.

Juli was a vision in shimmering silver. The cut was surprisingly classic. She could have fit right in whether it was 1920 or 2020. In fact, all of us were dressed to the nines. When we asked Juli where we should go on a date, she insisted that she wanted to go somewhere we’d always wanted to try but had never pulled the trigger on.

There was this dueling piano place an hour away. It was really classy. The dress code was formal. We’d always figured it would be dead. Who the hell dressed up to go get drunk at a piano bar? Turns out—a lot of people.

The Woodsman [M/f] [fantasy] [nymph] [con]

At midsummer, the nymphs were in heat.

The woodsman knew this from the sweet smell of lilacs that seemed ever present in the forest, but even more so from the incessant giggling as the nymphs followed him on his chores. They left gifts at his cabin, fistfuls of berries and mushrooms, eager for his attention and allowing him glimpses of their ever-bare and youthful bodies. When he ignored them, they plucked at his hair with brambles and scattered his laundry in the mud.

When frustrated with their teasing, he obliged, seizing their thin hips in his hands. They made a show of whimpering and squirming, but he spoke enough of their language to know that they cried out for their god in ecstasy as his cock plunged in and out of their bodies. When he was done and panting, they scurried into the brush without glancing backwards, inevitably returning the following day.

It was a hot day when the woodsman was bathing in the stream. He climbed from the water, the water drying rapidly on his skin. When he reached for his clothes, they were gone.

He glanced into the trees, and rolled his eyes.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 2 – Zita [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Masturbation]

**Zita**

Be a foal.
Now be a kitten.

Or perhaps a puppy.

Stepping on the floor of the BDSM playground means to replay times of childhood when we run wild with the revolving door of roles.

Lets play…

Some of us will never grow out of it. If we are bigger, we just sew larger size of costumes. In the bedroom we are the same playful monkeys. We can´t stimulate ourselves by the actual ray guns, functional magic and none of us has superpowers either. They are not necessary. Nerve endings plus fantasy, that will take us away from vanilla Earth to infinity.

I´ve met Anthony at the con. The brawniest audience member in the video games corner, he impressed me with his partial Latino heritage and that he called his father Dr. Robotnik. I´ve told him about my daydreams rich on surrender, on powerlessness, on strange, frequently otherworldly settings. We did not start right away, had dating in the nature and city like most of people. We used not signing our hearts A+Z, but A-Z. However, hearts are hearts, so we knew the time is right. I lied to my folks when I said Anthony isn´t alone when I went to his place and the non-video games begun.

[MF] The start of my (23M) FWB relationship with my dorm neighbour (21F) who made my fantasies come true

This happened around two years ago. The ages in the title refer to our ages back then.

For most of my early college years I was in a relationship with a great girl. Unfortunately, she had an extemely low sex drive. She was never really in the mood and when we had sex it was always very vanilla. This was one of the reasons why we ended up breaking it off. Half a year after the break up I decided to study abroad for 6 months. During this semester abroad I lived in a dorm where I shared a corridor with 11 other international students, who all quickly became great friends. The girl from the title, who I’ll call Ellie, was my next door neighbour. Ellie is a cute, petit brunette who keeps herself in amazing shape and has a light tan. I became great friends with everyone from my corridor, but definitely was the closest to Ellie.