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Freshman Adventures: Spring Break

Spring Break is, ideally, a gigantic powwow of not-yet-adults baring their bodies and rubbing their skin together as it drips with clear ocean water like they are in a Gatorade commercial (and maybe they are), while muffled hip hop surrounds their souls like an ecstatic Stockholm Syndrome and colors flash in the sunlight that never goes away and beer cascades through the air in slow-motion.

But that isn’t what my spring break was, exactly. By the time my bud Dirk and I arrived at the beach in Miami, large swaths of it were closed off, most people had packed up and left, and it was colder than you’d ever think, all because our college lets out for spring about a week and a half later than everywhere else. By the time we got to the beach, we just stood there, staring. Dirk said; “Let’s go to the hotel.” We did, and we slept. Read more »

My Step Sister [mf][oral][preg]

Our parents got married when I was 14 and she was 13. From that point on it was pure chaos. Although I spent most of my time at my mother's house most of my weekends were spent with my dad, my step mom and my step sister. We were like oil and water in the beginning, fighting with pretty much every breath we took. Though after awhile, as we started to grow up and the marriage stopped being so new things changed, albeit slowly at first.

At some point, although to tell you the truth I don't really remember when, I started to notice that she was becoming a woman, and that I was well on my way to becoming a man. Her mother was a very busty woman, and she took after her mother in this respect, starting to develop early and well. Although she used to sit in my lap and hang around my neck I had to put a stop to that as the side effects of close contact were… uncomfortable.

As the years went on we developed a strong relationship, and in fact became all but inseparable during our high school years. Although I still remember, with a strong twinge of jealousy, when she got her first boyfriend, though I was utterly confused by the emotions I felt. Read more »

Absolutely mindblowing creampie with the wifey after New Years Eve. [m/f]

So we came home after New Years' celebrations, and of course I'm looking at a strong likelihood of some lovemaking.

I just can't wait; my wife is not a supermodel, but she's MINE and I am so sexually attracted to her like I've never been with any other woman ever before in my life. She's 5'5 and around 160, and has those really wide hips that some of us can't get enough of. She was a ballet dancer until her mid-20s, so although she's gained a little bit of weight since then (early 30s now), she's got these firm, muscular legs and hips that dancers mostly don't ever lose.

AND HER ASS. PEOPLE, HER ASS. I WORSHIP IT.

Just thinking about it right now, I'm already almost fully hard. Her ass is something I see in my mind's eye and I just don't care about anything else in the world anymore. Putting my hands on it, squeezing; feeling my pelvis lay so comfortably on it as I fuck her in prone position. Cupping both of these amazing mounds of ass as we 69 while I lick her upside-down clit, or thrust my tongue as far as it will go in her pussy. Swirling my saliva-moistened finger on her sweet little puckered asshole, and feeling it give the tiniest clench as her vagina does the same tiny grab on my tongue. Read more »

The Hostess Pt2 [ff][mf][oral][anal][group]

–Chapter 7

Back in the billiard room, Gabby encountered Carl. He was just finishing licking the pussy of the young blonde woman who had been the prize in the pool game earlier, and she was cumming loudly. Gabby leaned in the doorway, her arms folded under her breasts, and waited until he stood up and wiped his mouth.

"God, she tastes good," he said.

"I bet," smiled Gabby, "It's after one, want to use your card?"

He picked his gold card up from the mantelpiece and peeled the sticker off. 'Foot job from the Hostess'

"Oh God," he groaned turning to her with an amazed look, "really? How did you know that's my fantasy?"

"Now, now," she winked, "you know the cards are random."

She indicated a leather couch at the far end of the room.

"How about here?" Read more »

The Hostess [ff][mf][oral][anal][group]

— Chapter 1

Gabby examined her makeup and hair in the full-length mirror, then turned and checked that her black stockings were straight. She didn't need to lift her skirt for this, since she wasn't wearing one. In fact, apart from the stockings, she was naked. She slipped on her black patent leather heels, then walked through to the mansion's large kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She picked up the small white "French Maid" style apron that was folded on the counter, and tied it around her slender waist, only just covering her shaved pussy. Next, she took two ice cubes from the freezer and rubbed them on her nipples until they stood to attention, then picked up a silver tray of champagne flutes and headed out into the spacious reception hall where the guests were waiting.

Most of the guests for this evening's gathering at the exclusive sex club were already there, casually mingling, chatting and drinking champagne. They were all in just their underwear. Gabby recognized most of them, but there were a few new faces. She walked among them, her high, pert breasts and heart-shaped ass atop perfect, long legs drawing admiring glances as she went. She greeted each member with a smile, making sure they had a drink, and handing each of them a small card she took from pockets in her apron. Read more »

[MSTR] My type of woman

I've always had a desire for women older than myself. This isn't to say I'm not attracted to younger women, but there's something I've enjoyed about being the younger partner that has a certain thrill, a level of ecstasy that can't be duplicated. If you've experienced that level of gratification, then you know what I mean.

When I was in school, thought about one teacher I had. She was a curvy english teacher with breasts that could only be contained by her jacket. She had sky blue eyes and always wore her long blonde hair down. She wasn't a tall woman, but she didn't need to be. She was perfect the way she was made. While she went on about prepositions, adjectives, and punctuation. I would go on to my perverted, hormone driven sex world.

One day as my classmates and I were leaving class, my sensually dressed teacher kept me behind citing that there was an issue with homework that needed to be discussed. Whenever this happened, she left the door open, but this day was different. She had closed the door leaving me perplexed as to the nature of our meeting. She asked me why I had chosen the book I chose and why I thought it be appropriate. I didn't mean to be so racy. I had done everything right as she had said. I drew closer to her to explain the content. That's when her behavior would take a more unprofessional turn. Read more »

Fixer: Chapter 1 [MF] [cuck] [oral]

Chapter 1 “So, you say that she’s been having some malfunctions,” Garrett asked the portly man. He circled around the woman, examining her with a professional level of scrutiny. She was rather frumpy, and not exactly small herself. Her greying brown hair sat atop her head, dry and wiry. She wore a slightly pleased half smile on her face, one that she wore so often, her husband acknowledged it as expressionless and blank.

“Yeah, she just doesn’t handle like she used to, y’know,” the man answered. “Her meals is still fine, and the house is spotless. It’s just… You know, she’s lost her edge where it counts.” Garrett nodded his way, hiding his disgust.

“In what way? Be specific,” his partner Vic asked. He leaned against the counter, examining the woman from afar.

“I dunno. Aren’t you guys s’posed to be fixers? Figure it out,” the man told him. Scratching his jet black stubble, he shrugged his broad shoulders, turning to address the woman directly.

“What’s your name,” Vic asked. The woman frowned for a second, looking to the man with a slightly frightened look in her eyes. “It’s okay. You can talk.” She remained silent. “Tell her that she can talk.” Read more »

Lose Yourself [MF]

First time trying this. Hope someone likes it.

boom boom boom boom

The whole ship was vibrating. The walls, the rooms, the people, the ocean.. all of it. I'm really in the moment right now. The music sounds and feels great. I feel great. I've got no clue what fucking time it is but I know I saw the sun set about an hour ago.

She was dancing in front of me, occasionally bumping into each other. The next band had just come on stage. She turned around and kissed me, then resumed dancing. "Whoa", I thought. I felt it in my lips and then it traveled all the way through to the back of my head and down my spine. I felt it rush back up from my feet to the top of my head. I put my hand over my eyes and then moved it down my face and took a deep breath. It had already been an amazing day and it looked like tonight was going to be even better. Read more »

It’s not cheating if you only look… [F/M]

It's Not Cheating If You Only Look

by Matthew Myen

If this is the first of mine you have read, please read the first part of Guilt and Pleasure before continuing.

Well, that first post blew up, didn’t it? I’d just like to thank everyone for their words of support and encouragement. If you just read it and enjoyed it – that’s enough for me.

If you were on the subreddit yesterday, you might have noticed Volume 2 went up and then got deleted. This was due to a reader asking me to delete it, as it didn’t feel real to him/her. I believe the reason behind the disbelief is the way the story is written. I am a writer, so that is bound to make its way into this. I also happen to have had a very active and disgraceful cheating history, and decided to turn it into a story. Is it all true? Did I actually lose several games of Go Fish to Dan? I don’t remember, but we were playing Go Fish that night while the others talked and Jess got ready upstairs. Did Lily actually switch phones with me and leave that app open? Yes. Some parts are clearer than others, but it all happened, and is as close to a verbatim retelling of the events as I can get. I removed the post because I didn’t want to irritate anybody – honestly I get more out of writing it than I do sharing it. But in the last 24 hours I have messaged out 20+ free copies of Volume 2 – which I don't have the time to do! So in conclusion, if you don’t like my story or don’t believe it – my apologies, and you are welcome not to read it. Read more »