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B is for Blowjob [F22M45][age gap][consensual][blowjob]

This is an extract from a longer story I wrote, but I am planning on scrapping and starting from fresh. I thought instead of letting it go to waste, I would share it with you all instead and see what you think.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” I say, taking a seat on the couch. It’s so big and soft that I almost collapse into it.

My short skirt rises halfway up around my thighs; I got to pull it down but stop. Harlen is standing smiling at me, his head crooked to one side, as if he can tell that I’m lying – but it was sweet of me to say so anyway. His green eyes glisten in the soft lighting, lingering in space between my thighs. I part my legs, giving him a glimpse of my thong.

I had thought that we might talk a bit first, to discuss what the night before had meant to both of us, and to establish our boundaries going forwards, and maybe get to know each other a little better in the process. But I can’t concentrate when he’s looking at me like that – with such intensity that my body literally begins to quiver. I’m not surprised to realise I want him just as badly as I did the night before. Read more »

Fuck You, Daddy [M30s|F30s][extreme degradation][ddlg][brat]

*Standalone Chapter from* [*my novel Little Degradations*](https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/329728192-little-degradations-explicit,-18)

As she swirls her fingers around in the cum on my stomach, I experience the last waves of orgasm tingling through my feet. Reeva is a fucking miracle.

She kisses my chest, then feels through my hair with her free hand. My thoughts grow hazy, then stop. Minutes later, my slumber is cut off by a warm, wet towel, as she wipes my stomach clean.

“Daddy, look! I changed into my cleaning outfit.”

My heavy eyelids beg to stay shut, but I manage to lift them.

She’s wearing the leather corset I got her when she moved in. It’s a vague version of a French maid’s outfit. The skirted bottom covers little of her legs, but the top goes up to her neck, concealing any cleavage in an attempt at modesty. She steps far enough back for me to have an easy, complete view of her being a goddamn revelation.

“A good woman is always ready to serve in matters of cleanliness. She’s ready with her duster, her vacuum, and her towel. She will clean up crumbs or wipe off cum – no task is too big for her if she puts her mind to it.” She curtsies. “Oh – citation. That’s from Creed Three on page 33 of the Little’s Bible.” Read more »

[M]S, The Double Edged Sword

With a deep shuddering growl, I reluctantly unwrapped my slick, lube and juice covered hand from the swollen, throbbing shaft that currently had a mind of its own. Another unintentional edge. Cock twitching of its own accord, I played with the sticky fluids and moved my fingers to watch it web between them. Now if only I had a good, eager toy here to clean me between edges.

The latest flare up of my MS symptoms has made edging incredibly easy, but also infuriatingly unpredictable. I don’t know if that makes it all the more exciting, or frustrating when I finally decide to bring the edging to a nice, very messy, very loud, conclusion. The dulling of sensations has been a blessing and a curse. It has made for some of the best, longest edging sessions I’ve ever had. I almost crave the days where my sense of feel is dulled, knowing that I have a delicious evening ahead of myself…or morning….or afternoon. Really anytime my body decides it wants to fuck something. Read more »

The Swap Part 3 [M32F31][Swap][CreamPie][Passionate][Friends]

Gianna was giddy with excitement as she led Jeremy into the restroom; she was a self-described slut, and had kept the mindset, “variety is the spice of life,” for as long as she could remember. The number of sexual partners she has had at this point was in the hundreds. It was rare that they partnered with people they knew, so the precautions that she and Ty would normally take were thrown to the wayside tonight. She loved the throb of her lover’s cock inside her that moment that they could no longer restrain themselves. She rarely quite felt fulfilled…or should I say, filled. There was that feeling of satisfaction, but never quite fulfilled. The fact that they had agreed that condoms would not be used meant that she would soon feel the fulfillment she craved so very much. Read more »

Me (43F) and my CNC Stalker (40M) [CNC] [Stalking] [Anal] [Begging]

I’ve been on the edge of my seat for weeks. I can’t say what it is. There’s just… something. One day the hairs just stood up on the back of my neck and a chill ran through my whole body. I looked around trying to identify the source of this… unsettlement. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but it gnawed at the back of my mind all day. That feeling of being watched, stalked. I couldn’t shake it.

Ever since that first time, it’s been happening more and more often; suddenly from out of nowhere my guts clench, my muscles tense with the instinctual need to make myself small and invisible passed down from my ancestors, I can /feel/ your eyes on me, preying on me. I’ve been so alarmed on on alert but everything seems so small. A cup out of place. My spice rack misordered. The hand towels in my bathroom offset instead of perfectly flush. Such small things it could just be me. But it isn’t me. It isn’t me. Read more »

An Interesting Offer [MMF, 30s, Bisexual, Threesome, First Time, Non-fiction]

The end of the work was dragging, most likely because Friday happy hour was calling my name loud and clear. Minutes felt like hours, but also I was just being dramatic because work didn’t entail much to begin with.

Jerry crashed through the door of the locker room “Dude, I am ready to fuckin’ rock already, the weather is warm and the women are out!, Let’s see what kinda shit we can get into tonight” he said with a wink and a half smile.

I playfully nodded, mindlessly scrolling social media on my phone, “Let’s get it brother, what time are the boys meeting up?”

“6 o’clock, so that means I’ll be blacked out by 6:45!” Jerry chuckled as he started pulling his evening ear clothes out of his locker.

“Rad”, I replied still scrolling, barely paying attention to what was on the screen.

°°Ding-Ding°° my eyes moved back to my phone screen as the text message came through “Hey stranger, long time no talk” the message stated….a smile from ear to ear came across my face. Read more »

FWB [18f] is horny and calls me over [18m] [FM] Part 2

Hope you liked part 1, here comes part 2.

I slowly lick Molly’s clit, while sliding a finger inside her and rubbing the tip of it against her G-Spot. I slowly pick up the pace with my tongue, while sliding another finger inside her. I start going faster and faster. I feel Mollys body start to tense up and her pussy starting to grip around my fingers. I feel Mollys hands on the back of my head, pushing me in as her body starts trembling and starts moaning loudly as she orgasms. I continue going as fast as I can, while she cums.

“I want you inside me!” – she manages to blurt out between moans.

I pull back and watch her come down from the orgasm. Her body trembling, her stomach muscles spasming and letting go.

“What are you waiting for? I want you inside me!” – Molly asks a bit frustrated.

“I just like looking at you, while you orgasm.” – I reply.

“Come here” – Molly replies and pulls me towards her and kisses me passionately. Read more »

Meeting in the park

My eyebrow was raised at her, wondering where this was going. A cleared throat later, she was back to the topic. “Anyway, we don’t want to hear the truth about the men we are attracted to. My husband was a dickhead to everyone he knew, and I was warned about him. I was blinded by his looks, his charm, his desire to be the best and earn a lot of money. I wanted security, I wanted the house, the dog, the kids, the car. I wanted it all. I got it, and I lost my soul in the process.”

“Okay then,” I pondered her words, then offered a counterargument. “What about the so-called ‘strong single women?’”

Now she really laughed. “Oh wow, honey! You’re asking for it.” I smiled, rest my chin on my fist, and waited for her response. A deep breath and a moment to think, and she did her thing. “Okay, here goes. I can see you go for strong women, like me. Look sweetie, I’m not strong. I’m actually weak. I got it all, and I lost my soul, like I said. The ‘single ones’ I can’t explain em to ya. All I can say is that single women got their own agenda. They want to do things their way, and look for perfection. But we are all a contradiction; we want to be told what to do by a strong man, but we want control over our lives.” Read more »

Punishing Her Mouth

I previously posted this under a now deleted account u/emptywords975. I’m back now and wanted to see what y’all think of my writing. Please enjoy.

“Punishing Her Mouth” by u/onlywords246

She was still fast asleep when my alarm went off. Her slender body was only half covered by the sheet, my morning wood was pulsing, and I had to resist the urge to slide my hand between her legs and wake her up with my cock. But it was a Monday morning, and I had work to do. So, I did the responsible thing and covered her with the blanket so she wouldn’t get cold, then quietly stole away to the bathroom to shower and shave.

We hadn’t intended to hook up on a Sunday night, but it just sort of happened. I’d been seeing her off and on for a couple of weeks, and last night we were texting, so I asked her if she wanted to grab some dinner. One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, I was naked on my bed with her straddling my face, moaning as I stretched my tongue as far inside her pussy as I possibly could. I could still taste her cum on my lips as I stared brushing my teeth. Read more »