Tag: G-spot

The Playroom [FMF], [swing]

I walk into the club. They know me by now, and they know my routine. Drop my things off in a locker, drop my bottle at the bar. Chat with the bartender a bit while she pours my drink, then head to the top floor. I'm so nervous that I feel like everyone must see. After all, tonight's just a bit different. Tonight I'm trying something I've only dreamed about.

I make my way up the stairs, sipping the whiskey with one hand, lifting the edge of my robe with the other, trying to project confidence and surety. Some part of me realizes that I'm probably smiling too much, and I try to calm my nerves. The shadows of the top floor seem to pour onto the landing along with the sounds – music and a distant moaning.

Turning the corner, I notice a couple sitting on one of the couches, tentatively touching each other and shooting glances towards the back. First night, I think. It was hard for me to move past the lounge at first. The playroom is … intense. But maybe I can get them to join me. I'm right on time and it would fit my plan nicely. Read more »

Cleaning the kitchen [MF]

“God that’s good!!!” She let out a low moan as she said it, making the whole exchange very sexual. Well, exchange might be pushing it. She was having a culinary orgasm, he was just happy she enjoyed his food that much. Of course, it helped that he had actually gone to chef school for 3 years, only to drop out 3 months before graduating to follow a girl (Emily) to Thailand. She left him 6 months later for a really cool dude named Ty. Emily and Ty were still together eight years later, living in Singapore where Ty owned his own art gallery. Emily still kept in touch while juggling her career and her two kids. Coming back to the restaurant, the orgasmic eater had just finished her main course and was about to taste the dessert. It would be the coup de grace. Obviously, that was the exact moment his name was called from the kitchen.

“David!!”

He unwillingly left the table, promising to be right back, but knowing full well that his chef would probably not let him back out so soon. As soon as he went through the kitchen’s revolving doors, he knew he would be in trouble. Patrice, the chef, had both arms crossed while Ivan, the sous-chef, just stood next to him, a mean-looking cleaver in one hand. They looked like they were about to carve him open, literally. Read more »

Voluptuous Indian Cousin Blackmail (Chapter 4) [MF][blkmail]

Arun looked in the mirror at Narindra. She is looking down at the floor. Defeated? Disgusted? He didn't care. She is half-naked now and he turns her round to face him and proceeds to kiss and caress her breasts. He starts from the top of each one, kissing the soft tender bumps gently and then sucking and licking on each pink nipple until he felt it harden. Her areola are on the largish side and that turns him on even more. He lifts each breast careful and continues the licking and kissing underneath – it is a sensitive, possibly ticklish, spot for her and she gasps at each lick. Arun returns to those amazing pink "nips" and starts sucking them harder and more noisily – like a pig in a trough. "Narindra, is milk being served today? I love the organic brand." he remarks. He then sits on the bed so his face is about level with her tender breasts and while pushing them together, gently bites on both nipples. "Ufff… owww…" she says quietly and Arun releases the tasty treats in response. But he isn't done with this fine pair just yet though and buries his face between them kissing and licking and generally depositing lots of saliva in this sacred barren valley between two hills. Read more »

Dave. [true story, m/f]

When I first met Dave, I was about 21 and he was probably going on 43, though you still couldn't tell. He carries himself with youthful vigour. He asked me my name, and immediately knew who my dad was. "Tonto", they called him. It seems that everyone I have met that knew my dad knew that name, and felt it necessary to tell me a few wild stories. I have grown impartial to the stories. I think Dave could tell, because he only bothered to tell me one. I was working with my common-law husband, drywalling, and at the time Dave was running his dad's company cleaning out basements and shit for insurance jobs (after floods and that kind of thing). Every morning, the c-l and I would drop our daughter off at daycare, drive to Dave's, and have a cup of coffee. He drank his coffee like tar, I swear you could nearly stand a spoon up in it. Maybe that's where he got all the hair from, fuck he was a man beast, and it made me crazy. He likely noticed my eyeing him up over coffee, sitting next to c-l. I would fiddle with my spoon, bite on it, make "eyes" and grin at him while he told his stories, and often let my eyes wander over him. Read more »

Ivy pt. 2. .. working on conclusion or “more”. Maybe even a part 3. Open to ideas/suggestions.

written in collaboration with my69shawn Thanks for the help, I have never collaborated in this manner before, and found it super fun. Finished writing without you, hope you like what you see! **YOU CAN READ PART 1 HERE

Cheers!

He awoke on the cold, damp cement floor, head pounding. He rolled over, vision unclear. As he blinked, it became clear that he was still in Ivy's now vacant lair. The cage that held the young woman captive was lying in a corner, twisted from impact… the girl was laying nearby, clearly unconscious. He slowly picked himself up off the floor, to his knees then his feet, surveying his surroundings carefully. He spotted his pile of clothing, armor, shuffled over and collected them in one exhausted reach. He straightened out, put on the basics and approached the sprawled out girl. As he got closer he could see the rise and fall of her chest. She wasn’t dead. He scanned her body for any indication of broken bones, and when he cleared her of any remarkable bruises, he picked her up, draped her over his shoulder and left without a word. He walked briskly out of the building and into the Batmobile, making certain to be unseen. Read more »

Putting on a Show [Gang bang, exhibition, f/f, MMMf, toys, a little pain, extreme]

This story is fiction, and is dedicated to a friend. ;)

My best friend Stephanie and I decided to have a "slut night". We were both crazy and kinky, but we never got to really play out our fantasies. We decided to go down to a high-price strip club and have a bit of fun. We dressed each other, each in revealing dresses.

Stephanie is a gorgeous redhead with serious curves. 34DD breasts, a small waist, and a bubble butt. Her green eyes and creamy milky skin are gorgeous! I am tall, with an athletic hourglass figure. She packed her curves into a teeny red dress that barely covers her tits.

Long brown hair tumbles down to my waist, falling past 30E breasts, a 23" waist, and 35" hips. I've got big brown "doe eyes" and an innocent face. My skin has a pretty glowing tan, showing my Native American heritage. I put on a slinky black number that barely covers my ass, and sexy black leather thigh-high boots. Read more »

The Farm Pt. 5 [ff] [oral]

Lucy was in high demand. She wasn't quite sure what it was about her, but there was never a lull in business for her. Mark now treated her with respect rather than snickering at what she said, or forcefully pushing her around hallways. Though Clark had always treated Lucy respectfully, he now doted on her to clients right in front of her. If a man was leaving the Farm after a session with another girl, Clark would waste no time introducing them and suggesting her – though she was a higher rate.

Every client was different. Each man came with something specific in mind, and no one seemed to see Lucy. They were either fucking their third grade teacher, punishing their mother-in-law, or having a sensual night with their deceased wife. Every man had a life separate from the Farm, but somehow Clark knew every detail, which meant that in turn, so did Lucy.

"Tonight will be different," Darla said, pinning back a portion of Lucy's hair to show off her eyes. "Have you gotten your script?"

Lucy glances down at the slip of paper in her hand. "It just says no dialogue and 'get to the point'?" Read more »

The Farm, Pt. 2 [mf] [fingering]

Ali dropped Lucy off at her apartment just off campus. Neither girl had spoken much on the ride home, but Ali had handed her an envelope as she was getting out of the car.

"Do you need a ride tomorrow?"

Lucy hugged her arms around her chest, guarding off the bitter cold. "Yeah, I don't have a car…"

That evening Lucy passed by her roommate on the couch and went straight for the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes and let them fall to the tile. For a long time, Lucy stared at her reflection until the steam filled the small room and fogged the mirror.

Under the hot water, Lucy scrubbed her body clean and thought back on her trial.

"Action!" Mark had shouted, walking off the set.

Immediately, James stalked forward towards Lucy's bare body, and took her by her shoulders. He was so much larger than her, in height and muscle, and he was able to effortlessly toss her onto the sheets and pillows. When she hit the floor, Lucy's breath was knocked out of her which made the men off-set chuckle. Read more »

Sexy Strangers [feedback][short story][MMF][cuckold]

The rest of the story can be found here. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

VI. SHY NO MORE

As Brian is kissing her neck, Isabel is overcome with tremendous feelings of desire and nervousness. I can't believe this is happening. These guys are both about to have their way with me, and Jon is going to be there watching the whole time. Her body shook at the thought. She felt Marc exploring her thighs, slipping his fingers between her dress and her skin. He slowly slid it up over her body, and she instinctively put her arms up so that he could get it off. Wearing nothing but her tiny black thong, she felt suddenly exposed. But she resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her hands, and instead used those hands to pull Brian's face to her own and kiss him. This is it. Now, it's time to let go.

She rubbed Brian's dick again through his pants as they kissed. This thing is huge. I want to taste it so bad. Probably sensing her urgency, Brian placed a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to sit down. Marc got off the bed and stood at Brian's side. Read more »

A little late, but my Halloween story. [mf] [oral] [piv]

Halloween is my favorite Holliday and this year, I made it extra special. I love dressing up, putting on the makeup and feeling very child-like again. I'm usually a pretty bland, skinny jeans and Vans type of chick, but Halloween brought out a totally different side of me.

I spent all of October going to different costume stores, trying things on, messing around with new hairstyles and everything else. I wanted to be 70 different things at once! I was indecisive and impatient. It was finally the 31st and I still wasn't in possession of an outfit. I needed a second opinion. I knew that I wanted something small, girly and temping. I had a small party to attend tonight and of course, I wanted to be the center of attention. But of course, it'll be all looking and no touching for anybody but Iann. He'd be the one with me on his arm all night, so he should approve of what I wear. Of course, that wouldn't be much. Read more »