Tag: Fisting

SBS [MF] blowjob in the apartment stairwell on the first floor

So I was dating Sarah at the time and we had not been together very long, but she seemed pretty game for a lot of fun sexual adventures (and really loved anal too). One day when I went to visit, she came and let me in at the door and we started taking the stairs to get to her apartment. Well, I had some other devious ideas. Now, the stairwell was kind of weird, but the door into the apartment had the stairwell in it and you had to use an additional door to get to the rest of the first floor.

Starting to walk up the first few steps, as soon as we hit a platform where it turned a corner, I stopped her and pressed her up against the wall, kissing her hard as I reached down into her pants and teased her with my hand getting close to her pussy. It wasn’t long until she sunk to her knees like the horny slut she is and worked on getting my cock out of my pants. Read more »

Findommed through fiction (MM)

My pulse quickened as I scrolled, each spin of the mouse wheel bringing more heady, sweat-filled scenes. All of the details I had provided him were rendered in the story, twisted by his words into obscene eroticisms. My cock was pulsing painfully against my trousers, pressed harshly between the meat of my upper thigh and the rough denim. It had stiffened with blood as soon as I had seen the story title, but our pledge forbade me from masturbating to the story for the first 24 hours. I didn’t then know exactly where the Writer was based, but I guessed nowhere close… the car reg he had forgotten to blur in one of his photos suggested Europe. Even knowing he was probably half a world away, I was still strangely afraid that he would know if I even adjusted my package. All I allowed myself was a slight rocking on my chair, rubbing my hardness backwards and forward against the denim as I read about the depraved pleasures inflicted upon my fictionalised body.

I was half way through the story, a dribble of precum leaching into my jeans, when I noticed something that drained the colour from my face. I had been reading so fast that i initially hadn’t noticed it, but when i skipped back a few lines it was right there… Read more »

Embracing Entitlement [MF, free-use, oral, objectification]

Calvin’s life has taken a turn for the better ever since the Free Use Act was officially enacted as law.

Ordinarily, the continuous traffic and packed roads they keep encountering on their drive back home would put Calvin in a shitty mood, but instead, he feels perfectly relaxed. He’s in no rush. Largely because of the company he’s got with him.

Becca sits in the seat next to him, contentedly busying herself on her phone while Calvin thrusts two fingers in and out of her glistening pussy. He still sometimes marvels at how they’d gotten to this point. Becca’s a longtime close friend of his, going back as far as high school. She’s also gorgeous, in a way that he’s always noticed, but never been able to act on, because of the friendship. The fact that *before* the Act, he had to constantly ignore his burning sexual attraction towards her, and *now* he knows Becca’s body probably more intimately than even she herself… well it’s just one example of the great things the new law has done for people in this country. Read more »

[MF] [rom] [military] [sci-fi] DUTY CALL – A pretty young Ensign learns that the Space Academy way is not the only way. A sci-fi sex story.

**You can view full the illustrated version of DUTY CALLS at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

“Captain,” this quiet voice said, “permission to speak?”

I put down my stylus and looked up into the dark eyes of a lovely, young ensign with a killer body. “Of course,” I said, feeling my prong jump. Obviously, I had been working too hard. She was a joy to watch breathe.

“McKeever,” she said, “Ensign Race McKeever.” She tapped the nametag on her big left breast. It jiggled, the boob not the nametag.

“Race?” I asked, puzzled as I admired her full-chested and long-legged body. Somewhere, I am sure, there is an officer who chooses girls for the Academy, and someday I want to thank him. Her jumpsuit looked to be painted on, ready to burst. “At ease, McKeever.” Her nipples did not relax.

“A family name, sir. It’s about my duties.”

I sat back and admired her, head to toe. Succulent was the word that came to mind. Good enough to eat, as my grandfather loved to say. I nodded and resisted the urge to lick my lips. Read more »

Sins from my Stepmother, Bk I (Ch 6-7) #taboo #stepmom #MILF #cheating #youngerolder

*This is a work of fiction.* *Any resemblance to actual or past events and individuals is entirely coincidental.* *All characters are 18 years of age or over.*

*Please see my earlier posts for Chapters 1-5.*

**VI**

I lay there on top of Mom for a few minutes. We were silent aside from the noise of our ragged breathing. Finally, I pulled myself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “Told you, it’d be worth it,” I said, a drop of perspiration rolling down my forehead and falling to her throat.

“Christ, Teddy, I think I just came twice. We need to talk about what you’ve been getting up to at college.”

I smiled and rolled off, leaning down to pick up one of the discarded towels from the floor. Then I sat up next to her and wiped her down. She still looked half-dazed, her long legs splayed apart and her big tits rising from her chest in the moonlight flooding through the window.

“Thank you, honey. I may have raised a sexual deviant for a son, but you’re certainly a gentleman.” Read more »

Distance Closed [MF, for the soft boys] [oral] [masturbation]

I hear you say “Come on then,” as you come up for air, and you must know I’m close to breaking from the burn of my fist grasping at your hair. I’ve tried to be gentle but you’re pulsing your tongue in and out and between that and your hand squeezing mine so intentionally I lose, I roll as if on a wave, and it’s not Earth-shattering, it’s mind-melting, it’s soft and gentle and I smile through it, and it wraps me up as you do, hands running over my stomach, watching with a smile of your own. 

“Good?” you ask, and I can tell under your stoicism you’re seeking reassurance. “It was so, so lovely,” I breathe. “I feel melty.”

You lick me clean—thoughtful as ever—and run a hand over your chin before meeting my grabby hands, rising over me to kiss me from above. I can feel heat coming off you in waves and I can see that you’re tired, so I wrap my arms around your back and push us both to sitting.  “You’re not done,” I remark, eying your resilient erection. 

“Don’t wanna ruin the melty,” you say, reluctant to pull me from the very rare relaxation you’ve managed to gift me with.  Read more »

Last Friday night Part 2 [FM]

As we drove away from the park, my girl said christ that could have been Jack and his friends, Jack being my older son who lives with me. It’s true, that park is part of his stomping grounds. But when we got home Jack, his girlfriend, and a couple of other mates and girls were hanging around in the living room. That was a bummer, no fucking on the couch! We were at a loss for a minute or two, but ended up deciding to go have a shower together in the bathroom at the other end of the house.

We started in front of the mirror. She was freshly waxed, and while she always leaves a patch on her pubes, it is getting smaller and smaller. I really enjoyed looking at her mound and swollen exposed lips, tracing lines and shapes with my fingertips. She’s always reluctant to look at herself in the mirror, but I got her to, and at me and my hard cock. I love it when she gets visually aroused. Soon she was bent over the sink in front of the mirror. I made her open her eyes to see my hand wrapped around her throat as i pounded her. She closed her eyes soon enough but I know it aroused her because she came pretty soon after that. I nearly blew my load at that point too, so I pulled out of her to be safe. Read more »

A Night of fun between a Lady and her Boy [FM] [Femdom] [Rough] [Aftercare]

This is something I wrote at the behest of a few people on my discord server. I hope you all enjoy!

The Night

She pulled the last knot tight, and leant back on her haunches, admiring her handiwork. She impressed herself sometimes, and this was one such occasion. His arms were bound across his back, the pattern crisscrossing up and down his body. Carefully knotted at his shoulders to stay clear of the neck – that was, after all, the collar’s place – it worked down the front of his delicious body. Weaving over his thighs and framing his plump ass, it made him look a treat. She shook back her hair and ran her hands up and down the sides of his body, kissing his shoulder. They knelt together, on the bed, and she watched their forms in the mirror as her teeth found the curve of his neck. He was in for it tonight, and both of their bodies felt it– she wasn’t afraid to acknowledge the youthful, giddy glee boiling inside of her. Already his skin was marked and painted; kisses, hickies, bites, and scratches from their warmup, were scattered all over his chest, legs, and belly. She grinned into his cheek as her fingers ran over his thighs, thinking of how he looked with his hands cuffed to the ceiling, at her mercy. Oh yes, that had certainly gotten them both in the mood. Read more »

Dreamy Reading [M/M, Fiction, Fantasy]

This was a little thing I wrote based on a dnd game I’m in, don’t write very often but hope it is alright quality.

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Walking to the desk wearily, Dante moved the lone chair back and placed his fingers to the candle wick resting upon wooden top. He channelled his magic through his hand to allow the wick to come to life. He, then, placed his hand into a familiar pocket, pulling out his antique deck of tarot cards. While moving to place his cards onto the table he was interrupted by the loud thuds against the door behind him, startling him and causing the cards to drop and spray out across the floor, “Damn it… come in!” Dante called out beginning to reach for his cards. The door opened with a slow creak revealing Prince Alasdair Blackwood, a young ruggedly handsome and platinum-haired man that Dante had gotten to know during his stay in Mystallery.

“Oh, hey Dan, didn’t mean to scare you,” Alasdair snickered, entering from the darkness into the candlelit room.

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it, come in close the door behind you,” Dante replied standing away from the desk to greet the young Prince. Read more »

my hot piano tutor takes a strong hands-on approach [mF]

“Are you looking at my tits?” Heather asks.

I blush, because of course I am. I’m embarrassed to be caught. But also… I’m confused, I thought she’d be angry, disgusted to find out she’s sitting next to a pervert. And yet, she’s not.

Heather is my piano tutor, and in addition to being an excellent classical musician, she’s got this natural beauty. A beauty that she usually plays low-key, wearing minimal makeup and simple, concealing outfits. It took me a while to see past her plain presentation; I was slow to realize how attractive she really was. Don’t get me wrong, the beauty is there, but she’s professional, guides my playing, does her job, and that’s it. Not much chatting, not much small talk.

But today… she’s… more casual?

She’s sitting next to me on the piano bench, wearing a low-cut yellow summer dress. Her exposed shoulders distract me, bare but for a thin strap holding the dress up. Not helping is the swell of her cleavage filling the dress’s bust, erect nipples poking through. And, her thin waist, where the dress cinches tight, her tits overhanging, well… I’m having trouble keeping my eyes on the music. Read more »