She stood before me, blocking the doorway. It was hard to tell if she was doing it on purpose or not. I looked up at her. ”What?” she asked, teasing me. I smiled. ”Can you let me through?” I asked her, bowing my head. Usually I would just tell anyone in my way to move. But she made me feel like I had to ask. ”Hmm, I don't know. What's the password?” she replied with a grin. It was so childish, yet so evocative. ”Pretty please?” I tried. ”Good boy.” She laughed and turned to the side with her left arm extended as a gesture of free passage. A jolt shot through me. Those word. Coming from her, they meant something far different from what they used to. Her body still occupied half the doorway, so I would have to squeeze through. Too embaressed to face her, I turned the other way. I could feel her crotch rub against my ass and her breast rub aganst my back. The words 'Good boy' echoed in my head. I finally made it through. ”Hey Dan!” she exclaimed. I turned around sheepishly. ”Yes, Kylie?” I replied, way too quickly. ”Don't forget the password.” She turned around triumphantly, I shamefully. There was something strange about her. I should't say strange, more like incredible. If anything I am the one who is strange. For years she has had a certain power over me. I am drawn to her, and have been for as long as I can remember. But not in a constant way, like someone you are into. Instead these feelings seem to blossom whenever she is around, and wither when she leaves. It is not sexual appeal or love. Maybe it is both. Whatever it is, it has been there ever since she used to watch me as a kid. As far as relatives go, my mothers younger sister was the only one who live close enough to help out.
Tag: Fisting
A Visit Home – [MF]
So this was originally a response I wrote for a post in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts, and I also posted it to literotica, but I thought I'd see what you guys thought to get some more direct feedback. Let me know what you think of the writing, dialogue, characters, and whatnot. I'd really love to improve my work, so thanks in advance. Hope you enjoy!
The engine of his brother’s old 1970 Chevelle cut off as Raymond removed the keys from the ignition. The silence took him by surprise, as it always did when he’d ride in it with Danny when they were younger. He got out of the car, taking note of the stares he got from passers-by in the parking lot as he shut and locked the door. No doubt they were curious as to why this stranger was in Danny Moreno’s car, and who he was.
The looks were put on the backburner as Raymond turned and walked into Terri’s Grocery. He hadn’t been in there in 14 years, not since the day he’d left for college. It was strange, being back home after so long, but here he was, going back into the store that belong to his old school bully’s family. Raymond laughed as he wondered what had happened to Derrick Terri, whether he was still the jock prick he was back then, or if he’d finally grown up and became a decent person.
[f]ucking [m]y coworker until she couldn’t walk
I met Cori as part of a work retreat when I was a junior in college. Our group went to a beach park to do some teambuilding and other activities. Cori caught my eye in a bikini that barely fit her, and I made up my mind as soon as I saw her that I was going to fuck her.
Cori was not so much beautiful as she was hot. She had an unremarkable face, but a noteworthy body. Pale skin and wonderful thighs that led up to a squeezable ass and positively hypnotic hips. An almost perfectly flat stomach and a pair of beautiful milky white 34Cs that punctuated her chest flawlessly. Large brown eyes, and chin length brown hair.
Our teams didn't spend any time together on that day, so unfortunately it wasn't until a few days later that I spotted her in the hallway talking with some other girls (all cute–what luck! more on another one of them later) and took the opportunity to introduce myself. I was returning to our job, and as such had the confidence and experience to stand out as a helpful resource. Cori told me later that she had been hoping I would talk to her at some point, and was overjoyed when I did. After a bit of small talk, we went about our separate days and I added her on Facebook later that evening. She quickly added me back and we started chatting, which ended with me inviting her over that weekend.
Saturday petplay & bondage fun between my girlfriend and me [M/F]
Hi! This is my first post here, I just have to share the experience we had yesterday with you guys. Hope you like it as much as we did! :)
We are both 18 and love each other very much. There is no day on which I'm not thinking about her, and she feels the same way about me too. We have talked about all our fantasies and share pretty much all of them, so we started buying more toys lately to satisfy them more. Even though we sometimes switch roles, my gf is the more submissive one of us and really enjoys to be tied up, so most of our toys are specifically for her. Our last purchase consisted of a new dildo and some lockable fist mitts, to transform her hands into cute little paws. Yesterday I thought it would be a good idea to try out a bit of our older stuff together with the paws and the dildo, so when we were in bed yesterday, I asked her if she would like to try it out too.
[RP] The Lost Love, The Lost Soldier
Eyes are weak. The sun. The light. I don't remember the last time it touched my skin. My eyes have been starved of it for … I'm not sure, months? I miss it's warmth, it's heat radiating around us as we walk the beach hand in hand, sand creeping between our toes. Pushing myself into you as the breeze gathers over us. Coiled together watching the sun dip in the horizon. This light though. It’s different. Harsher. Unyielding.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
Lids are heavy. Sleep. So little sleep. I’ve flitted in and out of consciousness now so many times I’ve lost count. Each time I fade to black you’re there. I can feel your touch when my eyes close, your fingers tracing lines on my arm. Your breath on my skin. Your skin on mine as we grasp together. Then I’m hauled back, with force that pushes you from my mind as my rest is torn from me.
”Jones. Captain. Eight three nine zero seven six five two nine.”
An Innocent’s Gradual Descent: Interrupting Sum[m]er’s [F]amily Dinner
This is part 2 of my true stories relating to Summer. Names have been changed. Sorry this was a little shoddily written.
Since our clandestine blowjob incident as counselors planning a Summer camp, Summer could not get enough of me. She texted me constantly. Every time she was horny she would call and beg me to tell the story as I remember it. We exchanged pictures and grainy videos via email of us naked, posing for one another.
Summer lived two states over but her family and Ashley's family were close and would get together once every 2 or 3 months. Three months after I had seen her I received a text from Summer that simply read: "Be Excited this weekend"
I saw Ashley the next day (her cousin and my close friend who we thought still didn't know about our sexcapades) and asked her what her plans were this weekend. She expressed that she was excited because Summer and her family were coming over for dinner, but was really mad because her and Summer were to share a room on the same night that Ashley was planning on sneaking out. Summer had a reputation of being the "good girl" amongst her family. I however knew that not to be the most accurate description of her anymore.
Affairs with my host mother [m/F] Part II
Apologies for the long hiatus, been busy with life as well as other things.
To save people some time a summary of the first story was the following. I was an exchange student who went to school in Shanghai and had sex with my smoking hot host mother because my host father was too busy with work and having affairs outside the home.
The first couple of days afterwards, Su Wen and I didn't speak of what we had just done. I was wracked with guilt, after all I liked Mr. Chen, and I guess that given her conservative upbringing it was ripping her apart inside. However, there was no denying the fact that the sex that we just had was probably the best either of us had at that point in our lives. Before having sex with her, I was a hormonal teenager who was essentially a walking hard-on, but now going about my business was painful. The guilt however was still eating me inside and I was glad that Mr. Chen was traveling for working, making deals to set up some factory in the hinterlands of China.
Fucking my friends wife [m/f], I feel bad but she was hot.
My friend's wife had a wedding she wanted to go to that was near where I lived. They were recently married and he was unable to go because he had just started a new job. He asked if she could stay with me and if I wouldn't mind being her "date" since I also would know people at the wedding and I could drive her there, etc. I didn't know his wife at all outside of possibly 10 minutes of polite hello's at their wedding and the possible chance she knew I fucked one of her bridesmaids.
I agreed. I was actually hoping the bridesmaids that I fucked at their wedding would be at this wedding and I'd get a repeat performance.
My friends wife, Kate, was cute and she was my type. She had straight blond hair, she was short, around 5'2" and had a bit of curve but she was thin. At her wedding to Doug, while scoping out the crowd with a college friend, I saw her running around with the bridesmaids and I whispered to him, "she's pretty hot" and he laughed and said "THAT'S DOUG'S WIFE".. I laughed "oh shit, moving on then".
A [F]avour for [M]y wife
Some background: My wife and I have an open relationship. At first this was because she is bisexual and wanted to be free to see women for sex, I felt that this was one sided and we agreed that as long as we are honest with each other then we can do what we want (within rules). The main rule is that neither of us would see the same person for sex more than twice (this didn't apply to her and girls, just guys) this rule was to reduce any attachment forming. We are both comfortable with the idea of sex for fun so our relationship has stayed very solid over the years, either despite our arrangement of because of it.
A few years ago I began to get propositioned by women that we had known for several years and had reached their mid to late 30's (As I had), or more to the point they all had kids who had reached teenage years. It seems (from my perspective) that after spending their peak years looking after young kids, once the kids got to be teenagers the women found themselves with time on their hands,the ungrateful teens making them feel like they have wasted their youth and often in the passing years their husbands had become distant physically.
Had sex for money [m/f]
Thursday night, I went out with my work fb for some drinks since we had Friday off of work. We went to a local chill bar and were relaxing and joking around. I bring up sex because I'm about to have a visitor for a week (which still hasn't come) and wanted some before it came. Then he starts to question how submissive I am to him and my room mate. I tell him as long as they are happy and I won't get physically hurt, I'm ok with it. We keep talking and eventually he's gotta pee.
This guy at the bar then notices me alone, comes over and starts talking to me. He was older, late 30s/early 40s. Work buddy comes back and invites the guy to sit with us who feels out of place. He then tells the guy I'm his submissive hotwife and will do whatever I'm told. I keep playing along because I'm liking it and it's innocent.
The older guy rubs on my leg and goes up fast to my crotch. I say I have to go to the bathroom. When I come back, the guy mentions he has a hotel room nearby and is here on business. He was at a Hilton so that's fancy to me. After some talking, I agree to go back to the hotel with him.