Circumnavigation, pt.2 (NSFW, mf, romance, autobiographical)

Chapter 3, Sint Maarten

My new found friend and I made our way from the beachside café up toward the point of land between the two bays on the southern coast of the island of Sint Marten. Our ship had anchored about a mile out in the Great Bay and we’d rode an overloaded water taxi to a pier on the East end of the boardwalk.

We’d been looking forward to getting off the ship to be by ourselves for a while as we had recently discovered that our uncanny ability to get along had a pretty intense new physical aspect to it. In other words, we were horny as hell and wanted to bone each other’s brains out!

Unfortunately, Sailors on a US Navy warship are under military regulations forbidding any and all such activities aboard ship. Just a day ago, we had been caught up in the moment and forgot all such rules and I had fingered her to orgasm which she then sucked me off until I had climaxed in her mouth, all just a few inches above the ship’s bridge crew on the deck below us!

Circumnavigation, pt.1 (NSFW, mf, romance, oral, autobiographical)

Circumnavigation, risking it all

Prologue

Note: This series is autobiographic, the events are true as I can get ‘em to memory, but it’s been 22 years and a few details may have run together. It’s long and takes a while to pick up steam, hopefully not too boring ^_^

In 1996 I was active duty Navy and assigned to my first ship, a guided missile frigate home-ported in Mississippi. I was 23 years old, happily married, full of myself and from what I could tell, at the start of a successful career.

I had already completed one deployment to the Middle-East and had the obligatory “Sailor experience” under my belt of wandering from bar-to-bar, sampling food from cafes and street vendors, shopping in bazaars and boutiques in Barcelona, Haifa, Hurghada, Massawa, Djibouti, Manamah, Dubai, Muscat and Marseilles.

Through all of that I maintained my marital vows and thought myself all the better for it. I had been tempted, tested and tried numerous times and escaped with my virtue unscathed. I wore my fidelity like a crown and secretly judged my shipmates who failed the test. *Sigh* The higher the pedestal, the farther the fall.

A country summer, Part 5 (NSFW, golden showers, anal, mf, tg, mm, incest, transgender, gay, MILF, GILF)

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After freshening up, I found her in her bedroom, the door slightly ajar.

“Knock-knock,” I said, rapping lightly on the door frame.

“Enter,” was the quiet reply.

She was sitting up in bed, above the covers with a large pillow behind her back and another under her knees, her legs bent over the pillow and stretched out before her. The skirt of the nightie was bunched up at her hips exposing her legs and I made a show of trying to look up the skirt, but her thighs were together and there was nothing to see but her cuddly belly roll.

“Ooo, you’re a cheeky little devil!” she feigned offense, but didn’t move a muscle to cover either her legs nor her fat nipples, obviously outlined beneath the opaque satin of the thin garment.

She pulled off her reading glasses and set her book beside her and gave me a thorough once-over, top to bottom and back again. I did my best to flex my abs and thighs, then raising my arms in my best “Austrian Oak” imitation.

“Turn around love,” she said, humming to herself. “Mmm-hmm, oh so nice. Back up please.”

[MF] She asked me if I would fuck her friend and cheer her up.. [public][breakup]

I was friends with these 2 sisters for a while when I was younger. I always wanted to have sex with the younger prettier one but I eventually ended up having a fair amount of sex with the older not as pretty one. They were both super cool and looks honestly don’t mean a lot to me so that was fine. This story is about the older one and a friend of hers that just needed to get fucked.

It was summer time. Before I had ever did anything more than kiss this girl. She had a friend who was recently out of a crappy relationship and just needed a brain break and to feel good and sexy. So naturally she thought of me. She texted me and explained the situation and asked if I would be down with hooking up with her friend. I, of course, said I would love to. Now you may think it’s just because obviously I’m getting to fuck, so yea I’m down, but it genuinely meant more to me that A.) This girl thought of me when her friend said she needed to feel sexy and wanted and B.) I get the opportunity to cheer someone up and make them feel awesome. It was more about making her feel good than me.

A country summer, Part 1 (NSFW, golden showers, anal, mf, tg, mm, incest, transgender, gay, MILF, GILF)

Dear reader, the following story is a work of fiction based loosely on a true life events, so there’s a nugget of truth in everything I wrote. In the end, it’s an amalgamation of memory and fantasy. I hope you enjoy! ^_^

I’m 18 years old and had just graduated high school in southern California. I was an inch under six foot tall, about 175 pounds, short reddish-brown hair bleached by the sun, bright blue eyes and well-tanned from living at the beach and pool. I had spent the last 8 years on city and school swim teams and took up surfing when my family moved to Cali eight years before. I worked part-time since I was 14 as a lifeguard and swimming instructor at the same pool my team trained in. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time wearing a speedo and was very comfortable in my skin.

Veggies and fists and a pussy and an ass, oh my! [FM]

And finally, it happened.

Casey (my wife) and I were alone in the house. It’s rare, but happening occasionally as the kids are getting older. We put on some music, hung out in the hot tub, smoked some pot, and enjoyed each others company. Not one to let an empty house go to waste, rather than going to our bedroom, I grabbed a big blanket and laid it out on the living room floor.

We dimmed the lights a bit, and fired up the wood stove. Music in the background, doors locked so no unexpected company would come in, and Casey said she wants to watch some porn. She’s not big on it, but sometimes finds something she really gets into. I sorta curate some stuff on PornHub that I think she might like, and she’ll go through it. Apparently I found one she liked, though it surprised me that she did. Usually, it’ll be something BDSM and male/female, group, anal, but this was solo. Just one woman, pierced, putting a mango in her pussy.

Heroic Lust Series, Part One (MM)

(The next chapter is more of the sexy stuff; this is just a precursor. I like a little background. Yes, there are no names in this. Feel free to think of your favorite superhero/villain pair and insert)

The villain stood in front of the glass doors, his breaths calm and collected. His suit was a bit crinkled and stained from his escapades, but it was worth it. Just beyond the barriers lied a one of the most advanced pieces technology the human race had to offer. Though it was quiet small, the highest paid engineers had manufactured a magnificent torture device- a neurotransmitter scrambler, or NS for short. It sat on a large, metal pedestal, almost begging to be picked up. With the power to utterly destroy the brain of anyone in it’s path, it was the perfect weapon for domination.

But something was wrong.

The villain gently ran a gloved hand across the glass, his fingers tracing nonsensical shapes as he submerged himself in his thoughts. Was it really supposed to be this fast? Was the weapon this easy to snatch from the world, to make it all his? No- there had to be a trap, and he would find out.

Coming home from work [Part 1]

Nate lounged in his chair with one hand in his pocket. His eyes glanced over the document he held, scanning for keywords and numbers. Most of it was meaningless to him. He had returned from lunch not long before and was just beginning to focus again. His figures were down this month, so he was concerned about putting some more effort in. He leaned forward and put the page down. He pulled his keyboard towards him and felt for the keys with his fingers. He typed quickly.

A buzz from his pocket caught Nate’s attention but he kept typing. Probably just Ellen checking up on him. He kept typing for a few more minutes. He pulled his sleeve over his watch and checked the time. It was 13:42. He moved his hands back to the keyboard but hesitated. Leaning back, he reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He swiped away a meaningless notification and read the preview of the text Ellen had sent him.

*Hey, you busy? Xx*, it said.

*Not really, but there’s enough to do.* He typed. *Can’t wait to get home*.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and resumed his work. A moment later, there was another buzz.

Squirted so hard I [F}illed his hand with girl cum and he tossed it in my face! Days 3 & 4 of my Bang-a-Thon [MF] & [MFM]

**This post covers days 3 & 4 of my play session with my tall sexy dom,** /u/AnotherBadChoice**.**

I’m a curvy redhead with 40G tits, and I do anything he wants, without a second’s hesitation. Here’s how he used me on the last two days of our recent visit.

One Note: I call him “Sir,” but his fiancée calls him “Daddy,” so I often do that when we play. Having me imitate her when we fuck makes us both hot!

**Day 3**By this point in the week, I was bit up, bruised, and my pussy was sore from being fisted, fucked stupid, and filled with medieval sex toys earlier in the trip. My Sir came over bright and early and went down on me.

“We’re having company at 12:15,” he said, and I knew I was really leveling up as a slut on this trip! (I had already serviced another friend of his on Day 2, which I wrote up yesterday.)

We always start by making out a little, just to say hello. Then he puts a hand to my throat or gives me that intense look and the switch flips. Suddenly I’m in neutral, awaiting orders.

[MF] Hand job from a girl while her boyfriend is sitting beside us asleep.

This story comes from my days back in High School when I was 17 and on the track team.

For whatever reason the school only provided one bus for our track team, and with as many people on the team as there were, the bus was incredibly crowded.

Since, I ran the last event of the meet, I was one of the last ones to get on the bus and seats were full. Renee, a senior at the time must have saw my dilemma and scooted over so I could sit with her and her boyfriend at the time John.

I bit of back story…

John, Renee’s boyfriend, was a douche-bag in my opinion. A pretty boy who thought his shit didn’t stink and the only thing higher than his ego was how far he could have his nose in the air at any given time.

Renee on the other hand was pretty cool. Not only was she a blonde haired, blue eyed knockout, but she was also an amazing athlete, being on the school’s track team (just to keep in shape) and a standout in basketball , volleyball, and softball. It was softball where she excelled eventually getting a scholarship to go to play college ball.