Massaging The Boss (MF)

Before I tell you my story, let me preface it with this. I’ve been described as calculating, methodical and shrewd. I’ve earned each of those adjectives at one point or another. This time, however, I did not begin with any ulterior motive. Sometimes fate makes things more interesting than our schemes.

It happened in Dallas on a business trip in the days before I abandoned the corporate world to pursue my creative passions. I hated these excursions to conventions and seminars. I detested the ostentatious displays of superiority as middling players did their best to appear to be among the elite. The only redeeming aspects were the free and very good food and usually opulent accommodations.

This trip was no different. After two days, I was already looking forward to the plane that would be waiting at the airport after I’d endured three more. This day was to be a little amusing, though. Snow brought the city to a near standstill. I don’t mean a snowstorm. It was what is called a “dusting” in the northern climes I’m used to. Not even enough to measure.

Out of town “no orgasm” deal results in broken finger. [MF]

To start from the beginning, I was out of town from Sunday, November 25 to December 1 for work. The day I left, we did our usual lazy Sunday routine. Obviously we had sex before I left for a week, but as we were doing our farewell kisses, Brittany grabs me by the wrists and pulls me close, staring at me with her bright green eyes she says “save it for me. You can wait a week. I’ll wait too.” Meaning, neither of us can masturbate/cum while I’m gone. Initially I thought, no big deal. Then the days started passing and Brittany began fucking with my hormones. She planned this and it was obvious from the week that followed.

Monday started out normal until she went on her lunch break. She’s a pharmacist. White lab coat, glasses because she’s fucking blind, her platinum blonde hair, green eyes and that smile that can light up a room. That was the first cute selfie to say she missed me. The next one was a dramatically different adjective. She’s a very shy girl in public, you know the type. Blushes if someone talks about sex, wont say certain words because she gets embarrassed, borderline church girl. Anyway, her windows aren’t tinted, so, in her next photo, to see her perfect little innie pussy in the broad Louisiana daylight with her pretty smile was a shocker for sure. She captioned it “hope no one saw me.” That abruptly stole my attention. We began texting which escalated into sexting and I was seriously turned on. I wanted more and she delivered. All day she teased and tempted me into breaking the deal.

Evil Teasing and a Rocking Chair [MF]

We had reservations for dinner that night but i was able to meet her place a little early telling her I was worried about traffic on a Friday night. She said she’d be still getting ready and I knew I would be able to put my very evil (to her) plan into motion. I arrived and she was still in her chill clothes (how do women not know how insanely sexy they can look that way). We kissed with all the pent up lust and passion that had been bottled off over the last few days since seeing each other last. Breaking off because she said she needed to get ready, I continued our conversation from earlier. I resumed picking her brain about a subject she was really passionate about and knew quite a few really good books to get more information. As she she talked, I looked around and found a paper and pen which i grabbed. She looked at me quizzically as I put them down on the nearby nightstand. “Write down the names of the books,” I asked, with a bit of firmness in my voice. She said she’d just email me the names but I insisted. She sighed and bent over to start writing down the names on the paper. I quickly stepped behind her, pressing my body into her and wrapping my left arm around her waist. With a good hold on her, I slipped my right hand under the waistband of her pants and right to her perfect pussy. She gasped and stopped writing and my fingers spread her labia apart. “You said you knew of more books,” I growled low in her ear, “keep writing.” She shuddered, either from my words, my tone, or my fingers firmly teasing her pussy.

The hut

Driving over the recessed rail tracks, the tyres thud against the plastic-metal-plastic combo.

I bring the car to a steady crawl, as the rain is pouring down, wipers clearing the new drops only to be replaced with more.

We pull across the road into the driveway of a place I’ve been before.

The repurposed trainstation house looms into sight and I bring the car to a stop, parking as close to the path we’re about to run down.

The host is already waiting to do the run, torch in hand, he greets us both, helping my redheaded girl out of the car while I grab the bag which I stupidly put in the back of the car.

Typical, the one time I didn’t have the back seats up, the skies open and the bag is nearer the boot.

I lean in and grab the black bag, my trusty bag that’s been with me through my teens and into adulthood. I can feel the rain hitting my back like a drumstick on a skin, I hear the rain through my body as I run towards the fading light.

[M]y Best Friend’s Wi[f]e — Part 1

**The Background**

Dominic and I have been best friends for over a decade. I liked Jordan right away when they met and began dating about four years ago. She can dish it as well as she can take it. “One of the guys” but has an outspoken hos-before-bros female perspective. She’s feisty and cute. Not to mention, under her sweaters she’s hiding some serious G cups. Her curly blonde hair and glasses complete the package. You know she’s trouble just looking at her. For my part, I’m 6’6”, tall dark and handsome, but with a terminal case of dad bod. I used to be rather innocent and am exploring a new side of myself here after marriage.

About six months ago, I moved out of my home and was in the process of divorce after a long marriage. Dominic and Jordan had just gotten married and I was one of the best men. I’d been drinking champagne all day long and I was missing my then-wife, and at the reception when it was my turn to dance with Jordan I felt something. I was happy to be dancing with the bride, the most beautiful woman there, the center of attention. I was happy my best friend was being taken care of and loved. I was safe and comfortable and I felt like… like anybody who loves my best friend that much, I love her.

Fucking Baked [MF] [oral] [sex] [kitchen]

“Needs a bit more salt.” you report as I make my way through the front door. “Whatcha cookin’ babe?” I respond. “Just a batch of those peanut butter cookies, love” I round the corner into the kitchen and I gasp. There you are – hair tied back with one of those cutesy hippie headbands, wearing ankle socks and your blue apron and not a damn thing else.

“Good God woman!” I manage to get out, your back turned to me so that I see your bare ass with your just barely discernible flour handprint on the right cheek. Throwing me a wicked smile as you glance back at me. “Wanna help me with this recipe?”

“You know it!” I quip, squeezing up behind you gently pressing your back to my chest, my weight pushing you into the counter slightly. I wrap my arms around you, slipping one in between the apron and you. I feel the imprint of your round breasts resting against my forearm. Pressing my lips to the base of your neck, I breathe out “What’s the next ingredient?”

Nurse Greta Gets Her Sample

*Part 1*

The Nurse Will Be Right In For Your Sample from eroticliterature

I kissed Greta and tasted my cum, its salty taste lingering on her lips. We battled with our tongues as I grabbed her left, exposed breast. I cupped its hefty weight, squeezed it and she moaned in approval. The top two buttons on her dress had been undone when I exposed the breast, and I went about undoing the rest. I still was in disbelief, but I owed her a mind-shattering orgasm and I would not disappoint.

I kissed her left tit and flicked her nipple with my tongue as I slid her arms out of the short sleeves. She grabbed the back of my head, her mouth open in pleasure. I pulled her dress down as she lifted her curvy ass off the floor to help. Once it was removed, I stopped to appreciate her sexiness.

Alone at the bar (erotic, public sex, BDSM)

I sit alone in my bubble at the end of the bar.  I didn’t want to be alone, so I sat there next to a few people I know.  I tried repeatedly to pierce their cones of conversation, to no avail. Interjecting an opinion or making a joke, only to be met with a stone wall.  Their faces gave me the “A and B conversation, dude. C your way out” look. So, I nestled into my bourbon and the saving grace of technology, reaching out for a connection via my various dating apps and sites.  Eventually, I opt for games and the bubble around me thickens.

I didn’t even notice her sit down.  I could not tell you how long she’d been there.  The first thing I noticed was her scent. Its heavy vanilla notes conquering the earthy aroma of my cigar.  I looked over to find her sipping a neat whisky. She was tall and curvy. Her tight jeans and fuzzy sweater did little to hide her dangerous architecture.  The bar was pretty full, so I didn’t really think anything of her sitting next to me. She, on the other hand, had chosen her seat carefully. “Well now, Cowboy, don’t you think it’s time to buy me another drink,” she said as she gulped down her last swallow.  (I figured she called me that because I was wearing my Dallas Cowboys t-shirt.)

[MF] Opening up my Princess (Long)

Hey GWS! I’ve lurked here for a long time but since I ended up working this encounter out tonight anyway I thought I’d post it and see if anyone cared for it. This happened about five years ago and is probably one of the most fun nights of my life.

My wife and I had been married for a few years and things were pretty great, honestly. We loved each other a lot and enjoyed our sex life. Therefore it came as quite a shock when she sat me down one cold November night to tell me that she had decided she was polyamorous. I was in shock. I didn’t know how to reconcile this. It was like the entire bottom dropped out of my world.

Fast forward three months and I had pretty much come to terms with it. I had decided that what was good for the gander was good for the goose. We had a mutual friend, a woman who had been friends with my wife since they were in middle school together. I had always found her incredibly sexy and had often fantasized about getting a hotel room with her instead of dropping her off at work and having an afternoon filled with fucking and room service.

[FM] I was once so horny that I fucked three guys in less than five hours (separately)

My daddy demanded that I post this story 😍

So I made plans to hang out with a guy that I was kind of seeing at the time. He wasn’t very experienced, but he was sweet and told me how beautiful I was frequently. I enjoyed the positive attention. I was swiping through Tinder earlier in the day and saw a guy who I thought looked super hot. I messaged him as soon as we matched to set up plans with him after because I knew that the first wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me.

So fast forward to 8 P.M. The sweet guy came over and quickly started making out with me on my couch. He asked to move it to my room and we proceeded to have quick, unsatisfying sex. Afterwards he took me out to get some dinner, and then he left. I began to look forward to being fucked by this new guy.