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Caught in the car [FM]

First things first, thank you to everyone who read our last story! It was great fun knowing so many of you enjoyed it.

This next story takes place just a couple of weeks after the events of the first. Jude and I had been busy with work but decided to meet up to grab lunch, jumping on the train to a nearby town to spend the afternoon together. While we were enjoying each other’s company, the lack of privacy was frustrating. Living apart definitely has its downsides.

As we walked hand in hand, I wanted nothing more than to let Jude have his way with me, but for now we had to make do with the comforts of a park bench. As we shared a passionate kiss, I felt Jude’s hands sliding up my thighs, gently pushing my dress up to my hips. A moan escaped my lips and I was ready to beg for more, when we were rudely interrupted by the sound of approaching voices in the distance. Jude pulled back and fixed my dress in one smooth motion, giving me a cheeky smile. Read more »

[MF] Troublesome brat gets forced to orgasm.

You don’t really know how you ended up in this situation. A joke not quite hitting its intended target, a statement a little over the line, anger met with smugness and already simmering tempers started to boil.
The how doesn’t really matter at this point, because you’re in my living room with one of my knives pointed at me. Cold steel feeling heavier than its actual weight should allow.
My smug smile is frozen to my face and while I start moving slower, but I’m still moving in your direction.
„Lay that down and maybe we’ll pretend this didn’t happen,“ comes out of my mouth with an insulting level of casualness. Nothing in my body language tells you I’m in any way afraid of you, knife or not. It just fuels your irritation. You see your arm swiping at me before you make the decision for it. Well, at least that makes me stop closing the gap between us. 

Empowered by this smallest of victories, it’s you making a step in my direction, closing the distance to nearly being in reach of me, since I refuse to move. Read more »

I just want to be one with you [MF] [passionate]

It was my third date with a really, really good guy. I wasn’t used to those. I was used to guys who had put me down, been more interested in my body than *me*, or guys who just generally weren’t someone I clicked with.

But he…he was different. He made holding hands sexy. His love language was clearly touch because he never stopped touching me somehow; holding hands, his hand around my waist as we walked, touching my leg gently as we sat next to each other. All the time, and always in the sweetest way. We had effortless conversation, and I knew he liked me for me.

We were still sitting in his car outside his house after driving to his house after dinner and talking about music. He asked me to “show” him some of the music that inspired me, but the auxiliary cord in his car had frayed (this was before Bluetooth), so I pulled out my earbuds and we each put one in one ear. With these in, our faces were close together. It was impossible not to feel the chemistry, and he slowly kissed me. Read more »

Late night long Drive with Daddy!

So I came back after an amazing trip. Life is wonderful and I am enjoying every bit of it. Back in town, I was just getting back to my daily routine, when late one night, things got naughty again! It has been raining in my city on and off. I love the rains, but from inside the house. Late one night, daddy dropped in. I wasn’t aware of any plans, so I was in my pink satin pyjamas. I personally love this one. The satin rubs to my skin and that gets me so horny. Whenever I wear this my nipples are at full attention mode. The shorts ride straight up my ass if I bend over. And when it rubs over my pussy, well, I get hornier.

So daddy dropped in and was like, “let’s go out for a ride”. It was 1 in the night, with torrential rains outside. “Should I change into something?” I asked. Daddy swatted my ass and said “no need”. I got into his SUV parked outside. Got slightly wet. Daddy got into the car and blasted the AC. “I am freezing!!” I squirmed. Daddy touched my pebble hard nipples and twisted the left one. “That’s how I like them sweetie”, he said as he drove out. Read more »

[MF] My (M27) first taste of mild exhibitionism with (F22) remains a hot memory

It was the morning after the night before. I’d been out with friends on a Sunday night that was getting out of hand and my FWB, Bec, had been out with friends of hers. We’d texted each other and gone back to her place. The sex that night was tipsy and a little lazy and not all that memorable. I’d ended up staying over because I had Mondays off work and Bec was still a student who worked nights.

Now it was a warm Monday morning in late summer and sun was coming through Bec’s big bedroom window. Her room in her big apartment/share house was on the first floor (that’s the second floor for our American readers) of a three storey building on a fairly busy road, and looked out onto that road through a window that ran almost the whole length of the outward-facing room. I think she’d pulled the curtains back and let the sun in to try and wake me up from my mild hangover, and her leaving the bed for the bathroom had probably woken me up. I lay on my back naked under the sheet and shifted to a more comfortable position in the middle of the bed. The remnants of sleep and the realisation of where I was brought my cock to total rock hardness all on its own. Read more »

A Helping Hand

Frustration built in her chest as she sat at the traffic lights. Still red. Still stuck.

Work had been shit, the heat was unbearable, and all she’d wanted was to be home, but she couldn’t go back like *this*. Drumming her fingers on the wheel, she thought of the “bag of fun” in her boot, never used. Maybe this was the perfect time. Blow off some steam…

She turned off, and drove back to her work, tucking her car into a quiet spot in the most remote part of the car park. It sent a thrill up her spine, though she knew everyone was long gone from the building. There were only one or two cars left; evening was falling. No one to catch her. Even if she was secretly disappointed, she told herself it was a relief. Less messy this way.

She left the windows partly down, grabbed the bag and climbed into the backseat, locking herself in before opening it up. Vibes, a dildo… Nothing special.

She pulled her shirt up, removed her bra, leaned back into the seat, trying to get comfortable. She imagined a lover’s hands were her own. Stroking the underside of her breasts with their thumbs, pinching her nipples sharply, rolling them beneath a finger before stroking again… Read more »

Blonde ambition: Double-teamed on Halloween [MFM]

I love Halloween and dreaming up a good costume for parties. There seems to be a looser, unrestrained vibe to a party where everyone’s dressed to portray different personas. This is about one year where I thought my costume-creating efforts weren’t up to my usual standards, but my party experience turned out to be off-the-charts incredible and a sexual first.

I’d scored a work-placement opportunity in the Bay are while I was finishing my degree. I ended up finding a place in a shared house with three other women who were also working students. We developed a great living chemistry, creating an environment that allowed us to focus on our work experiences but also to chill out and cut loose when we needed.

I developed my strongest bond with Emma, who was more out-going, like me. We liked to laugh and we were usually the first to initiate something and get the party started. It was Emma who suggested having a Halloween party, since it was falling on a Saturday night that year. The rest of us quickly agreed and the party planning was put into motion. Read more »

I wanted to make cupcakes, but we made a mess instead [MF]

You walked in to find me angrily measuring dry and wet ingredients while squinting at the recipe on my phone.

“Ugh,” I sighed. “I don’t care to read your life’s story. Just show me the damn recipe!”

“You ok?” you asked, sensing tension and frustration.

I unloaded on you about my workday. About how my team VP stole credit for my new lucrative account lead as his own. About how the nepotism hire in finance needed to correct my invoice request three times before getting it right. It was one of those days where you feel you’re an insignificant cog in an ever-rolling machine.

“Anyway,” I said, returning my attention to the work of meticulously measuring ingredients. “I just want to eat my feelings tonight. Cupcakes and alcohol for dinner.”

“Roger that,” you said, putting your stuff down and kicking off your shoes in your daily routine of shedding into comfort at home.

I strode across the kitchen and bent down to open the lower cabinet, digging for a muffin tin. I was still wearing my business casual work outfit, black pencil skirt that fell just below my knees, hugging the curves of my perky ass, and a red low cut sleeveless camisole that puckered around my tits. My hair was tied up in a messy bun atop my head, pinned in place with a number 2 pencil. Read more »

First Date Part 3

Trying to gather whatever energy we can muster up, headlights moving closer and closer as the air around us begins to illuminate the darkness from the stranger headed our way!

Extremely weak from the incredibly intense orgasms convulsing through our bodies, we make our escape… Sliding down off the hood of the car unto the wet, dirty ground as we make our way into the nearby woods crawling as quickly as we can, not to be seen in our vulnerable state!

Dripping wet from the mixture of rain pouring down upon us and the sex enthused sweat leaking from the pours of our skin racing down our bodies…. Did they see us Kelly? I asked as I joined her, peaking back out in the direction of the arriving visitor.

Hiding behind the tall thick trees and brush lining the parking area around us, the unwanted car pulls up and comes to a stop. The once steady glow of the amber colored headlights were now joined by flashing blue ones!

SHIT!!! It’s a fucking police officer! What are we gonna do now?! Kelly whispers in a panic…
I don’t know yet, just let me think for a second. Read more »

Fucking Barbie in the arse [MF]

All Hallows’ Eve… A perfect night for going out on the pull. So many inhibitions are lost when it comes to the Halloween night out. Here in the UK, as with probably everywhere, girls just become that bit sluttier and up for doing that little bit more. Hooking up is just that much easier when everyone’s drunk and dressed up and confidence usually runs a little bit higher too. And this is something I had in abundance on a Halloween pub crawl back in the late 2000s.

Things were a bit different only a month or two earlier. I was at university and had barely made my mark in terms of getting with girls. I was a late bloomer for sure, hardly registering anything of note before arriving at uni. I was a shy and somewhat geeky kid, and talking to girls just did not come naturally. So when I moved across the country to my new home of four years, Liverpool, I was determined to change. Frankly, I was determined to get laid. Read more »