Tag: Fisting

Good morning, beautiful [m/f, sensual, caffeine]

Good morning, beautiful

It’s the quiet hour before everyone wakes up, and I’m in a mood for being slow and intense and sensual in the quest for caffeine.

But you know me, I’m going to tell the world about it, that being hot.

Anyway I’m in the kitchen boiling the kettle and thinking how much I’d like to have you right behind me, being big spoon. I’ll stand on something so I’m at just the right height to rub my ass against your cock. Maybe you’re sleepy-soft, maybe you’re morning-woody, I don’t know, but I know both states like having a nice ass ground against them.

Exploring, you’d find me already rather wet, because I was having dirty thoughts from pretty much the moment I woke up today, but I’d guide your hands up to my boobs, I want you to be cupping them, taking their weight in your hands, brushing my nipples with your thumbs. I’ll deal with the caffeine and you look after the boobs.

OK you can let go of them when your coffee’s ready. I’m going to neck my first tea with one arm around your waist and planting hot-mouth tea-kisses on your nipples, and you, maybe you have your spare arm across my shoulders and stroking my neck. Read more »

[MF] Met a Slutty Teacher During the Pandemic

Skip to the *** to skip the back story

COVID has fucked my sex life up until recently. If you’ve read any of my past posts, you know that my main source for sex is my work travels. Not only did the pandemic end my work travels, I decided that living in a downtown highrise wasn’t the best for me anymore and bought a house. Since all the gyms were shut down, I started running through the neighborhood and lifting weights in my garage.

Having had no sex since the pandemic started, I caved and about three months ago I decided to try the hookup apps again. I was glad to match with a few people, including Andrea, a beautiful blonde 2nd grade teacher that lived in an adjacent suburb. We exchanged phone numbers, some casual messages, and SFW photos, but I could tell she was (rightfully) nervous with the pandemic going on. I was too. Read more »

The time I caught my wife masturbating on the couch (mf) mutual masturbation, sex, orgasm

As the title explicitly states, this morning I caught my wife masturbating on the couch.

I’d just woken up, hair a mess, morning wood exploding out of my pants. My wife was no where to be seen. She must have gotten out of bed and gone to watch TV or have breakfast, I thought. I clambered out of bed, adjusted my erection, and made my way down the hall.

As I got to the lounge I heard some muffled moans and what sounded like cellphone audio coming out of the room. I stopped and listened. Listening closely I could make out that she was watching something energetic, a lot of “fuck yeah”, “fuck me!”. I could hear my wifes quiet and gentle moans as she was getting herself off. It’s quite bold of her to flick her bean on the couch, she’s been so private and awkward around masturbating for years and only recently has she taken to it. Read more »

A submissive on my table. M/F

She was down on her back on my solid oak table.

Her hands tied in front of her, above her belly button. Her upper body held captive in a web of thin elastic rope.

Her breasts, were still glowing from the whipping before she was placed on the table. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold held in place by a soft rope. Another rope was twisted around her head to keep her mouth open. In her ears, headphones with loud classical music. Around her neck, a rope that felt tight whenever she moved, but it only felt tight.

She must have felt totally out of control.

Her body was nicely tied to the table to make her immobile. With her feet tied close to her head, every part of her was easily accessible. In her ass, I had a plug and was held by the elastic rope from her back, through her labia to her belly button. Vulnerable and exposed she lay waiting for what was to come. Read more »

A Gym Helped Solve my Problems [FF]

Oh jeez mom, leave me alone! I got enough problems!

“Come on, get off the couch! Look at this place!” Mom was doing her best to imitate a harpy. “It’s a fucking mess!”

That pulled me up, mom saying “Fucking”? I’m not sure I’ve ever heard her use the word before. I got up, onto my feet, stood there. She wrapped herself around me and said, more gently, “I know, you’re hurting right now, but this sitting around, making a mess is not helping you. Come on, you’re better than this.”

Okay, some background. My dad walked out on us years ago, mom was able to keep the house, but has had a boyfriend for the last four years and sleeps at his place. My brother, Steve and I lived here on our own, we were both over eighteen, until he moved in with his girlfriend after graduating college and starting a new job. I was here, on my own, until my, now ex-, boyfriend moved in about two years ago. Work for him hasn’t died dramatically over the last year, like it has for so many people, he’s a plumber, he remained busy. I was completing my degree, and two weeks ago, he said, “Fuck you,” and walked out, with all his shit thrown into his work van. No explanation, no argument, no nothing, just here one moment, gone the next. So I’m left feeling bewildered, lost, alone, and depressed as all fuck. Read more »

Clementina, Part XIV [extreme, erotic horror, body horror, monster, tentacle, transgender, anal, lactation, MFFFFFFF, incest (m/s)(m/d)(s/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, TRANSGENDER, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, TENTACLES, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.

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As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

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This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

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I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them.

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This begins immediately after Part XIII ends.

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Thank you!

Clementina, Part XIV

Chapter 3: Metamorphosis (continued)

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As we stood around the newly-discovered switch – Ona and Alura fucking slowly in the background – Olympia spoke up.

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“Ground rules,” she said. “If we are going to take this on as a project, there needs to be control. Nobody opens any chambers without consensus. We decide as a team the pace the exploration takes, all subterranean activities from here out are controlled by us as a committee. No more throwing switches without prior approval. Is that clear? In fact, we have the right to banish anyone from the underground if they are a threat to the research.” Read more »

You finished inside your wife, but she wasn’t finished [Str8] [FM] [cheating]

This is a fantasy my wife and I have talked about and role-played. Whenever we have sex in the morning an I go to work, she teases me about how horny she is the rest of the day. In this fantasy, she finds a way to satisfy those needs. (I am not a cuckold and don’t enjoy humiliation. This is a very specific fantasy that would never happen, but excites both of us when we role play).

My wife woke me up with her hand stroking my morning erection through my underwear. I was surprised and excited. She slipped off my boxers and said, “Mmmmmm,” her hand gripping my shaft and pulling down. She stroked for a few seconds, then teased the tip with her fingertips playing with the drop of precum that appeared. She moved her head down and licked it off, sending shivers down my spine.

She sucked on the tip for a bit, still holding the shaft tightly. I moved my hips up slightly, silently encouraging her to stroke harder and take more into her mouth. But she loosened her hand and just stroked gently, while licking and suckling the sensitive head. Read more »

Roommates have hate sex (set up).

The clothes lay soaked on the floor.

In the machine, her clothes were being dried. For him, this was the last straw, and it was past time any issues were dealt with. Nobody deserved living with a roommate straight from hell. One that took your clothes out of the dryer and replaced them with their own.

It didn’t matter if she was sexy.

He turned on his heel and stalked out the door slamming it behind him. When he emerged out of the short hallway that led from the garage and laundry room into the main floor of the townhome she was in the kitchen.

Chanel had a shit personality but nothing else about her sucked. Her body was tight and mixed with the kind of assets that could stop traffic. In particular, she had an ass that was set high on her long legs and shaped like an exquisite heart. Long blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail still fell in waves past her shoulder blades. Right now, she was also barely clothed in tiny denim “fuck me” shorts that did a poor job of covering her ass. A tank top cut off near the midriff exposed her lower back. Read more »

HOT ROOMMATE

(HEY) So I wrote this very quickly and I did not proofread it so sometimes it might not be very focused and some stuff straight up might not make very much sense. I don’t write for other people. I write for myself and I don’t require proofreading and I understand the story better than anyone else could obviously.

That said I still figured I would put this out here cus writing for other people would be fun! Eventually.

(It is also unfinished but I will finish it later…& proofread lol).

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The clothes lay soaked on the floor.

In the machine, her clothes were being dried. For him, this was the last straw, and it was past time any issues were dealt with. Nobody deserved living with a roommate straight from hell. One that took your clothes out of the dryer and replaced them with their own.

It didn’t matter if she was sexy.

He turned on his heel and stalked out the door slamming it behind him. When he emerged out of the short hallway that led from the garage and laundry room into the main floor of the townhome she was in the kitchen. Read more »

Cumming for Taneya (true occurance listening to sex, masturbation)

I was just thinking of how lucky I was to have been able to live with someone as erotically stimulating as Taneya, and how frustrating it was to lustfully long for what I could never have except in dreams and fantasies.

I was also fortunate to have been able to listen to her perfect body getting fucked by her boyfriend Mark at least a couple of times per week while I stood only about a dozen feet away with my rock hard cock in my hand, furiously jacking to her groans, grunts, and moans as her tight pussy was getting hammered by an equally hard cock.

And on some nights I was particularly blessed to have been able to wrap a pair of her silky-smooth underwear around my throbbing, aching cock, imagining it was me who was buried deep in her hot, tight wetness; that it was my balls that were to soon be emptying into her.

Of course, I usually fantasized that it was her incredible ass that was filled with my hardness, as my ballsack swung back and forth, slapping her overflowing pussy on each forward thrust. Read more »