She Knows All [f/m] [gagging, peeing] [anal] [milf] [18-47] [Young man finds out he has an anti-superpower of some women being privy to his sexual thoughts towards them at all times] [MILF].

I daydream that I’m on trial, a group of women staring at me with a look of their decided disgust. The first woman, a tall, long-legged, blonde bombshell struts down towards the stand. When asked about her encounter, she states that she was the first person to ever be objectified by me.

“He was only young, sitting in the passenger’s seat of a car at a stoplight. When I had to cross the road, he looked me up and down. He stared at my legs and my ass the whole time they were stopped. But even worse, was what he imagined me doing while I was just crossing the road. They were things I would never do; I didn’t know boys thought of such things, especially that young.”

The judge, a woman, looked at me and asked, “So do you plead the 5th again?” Of course, I did, but it didn’t matter. See, with me, I’m the first lucky person to have an anti-superpower. Do you know how you feel a little guilty when you stare at a woman, or try and make a double take? You imagine them noticing and thinking you’re disgusting for being such a pervert. Well, I’m not sure about the details, but when I hit puberty women were able to tell whenever I thought about them.

She Knows All

I daydream that I’m on trial, a group of women staring at me with a look of their decided disgust. The first woman, a tall, long-legged, blonde bombshell struts down towards the stand. When asked about her encounter, she states that she was the first person to ever be objectified by me.

“He was only young, sitting in the passenger’s seat of a car at a stoplight. When I had to cross the road, he looked me up and down. He stared at my legs and my ass the whole time they were stopped. But even worse, was what he imagined me doing while I was just crossing the road. They were things I would never do; I didn’t know boys thought of such things, especially that young.”

The judge, a woman, looked at me and asked, “So do you plead the 5th again?” Of course, I did, but it didn’t matter. See, with me, I’m the first lucky person to have an anti-superpower. Do you know how you feel a little guilty when you stare at a woman, or try and make a double take? You imagine them noticing and thinking you’re disgusting for being such a pervert. Well, I’m not sure about the details, but when I hit puberty women were able to tell whenever I thought about them.

[M]y Adventure with an Army Ranger’s Wife

So, my first forays into sharing my stories have gone decently well, and I’ve actually gotten a request to share one that I put at the end of my last story.

So shortly after graduating high school, I had a habit of bumming around town a bit. Hanging out with friends, awaiting college acceptance, and just generally relaxing and unwinding after finally finishing my senior year.

I ended up spending a lot of time playing pool, going so far as to join up in some local tournaments and making friends with a group of regulars. Among these were two young women who were always hanging around and watching the pool players, chatting and joking. We’ll call these women Arizona and Madison.

Arizona was the daughter of the owner of the local pool hall, a short blonde with a bright smile and curvy body sporting D-cup tits that she loved to show off. Her friend, Madison, some sort of logistics person at the local base, was even thicker with short black hair and an absolutely massive set of tits with a shapely ass. Though a few years older than me, they never had a problem hanging out and flirting, making jokes and small talk well into the night at least a couple times a week.

My friend from night school and I relieve each other’s boredom and loneliness before class. Chapter 1 (M/F 25) (Masturbation) (Blowjob) (Slow build)

After college, I worked at my first real job for several years and they started a program that would pay for university courses, so I decided to enroll in a Master’s degree program at night. I was 25 years old and I lived in the city, but worked out in a far away suburb. Really, you might call it an exurb. The area was dotted with tech companies, but still had farm fields. So, the landscape was a huge highway, farmland on either side, and occasional, brand new, enormous office buildings. There were a few strip malls, but it was not like a typical American suburb with tons of strip malls. There were just a few scattered about with empty fields and forest between them.

Expanding Her Horizons [MFM][Group][Fiction]

It’s not required reading but I’ve been writing about these characters and will continue to do so:

Dad’s Friend Will Look After Her (Part One) [MF] [FF] [MFF] from Erotica

Dad’s Friend Will Look After Her (Part Two) [MF] [FF] [MFF] from Erotica

Two weeks ago Lucy had been a reluctant but perfectly happy virgin. Right now, she had two cocks inside her.

Before that night, when her more sexually adventurous and downright devious best friend Alice had coaxed a family friend into sleeping with her – to put it mildly – the sum total of her sexual experience in her twenty years had been getting fingered badly by two ex-boyfriends and an awkward attempt to give one of them a handjob.

She smiled at the memory of her recent naivete and the wild journey that had led her to this moment.

Of course, it had all started with Alice. The five-foot-nothing sex bomb, a whirlwind of punk hair and pouty lips who left a trail of broken hearts and exhausted men wherever she ventured, was excited by Lucy’s newfound enthusiasm for all things carnal. Finally, she had a friend with whom she could share stories, tips, and men.

[Group] Well, that friendship is going to be different now…

My wife and I have known Kevin and Rachel for several years now. We live in the same neighborhood, but I forget exactly how we met. We are all mid-30s, but they have always been a couple years ahead of us in that they got married ahead of us, had kids ahead of us, bought a house ahead of us, etc. When we first met, my wife was actually somewhat annoyed with Rachel for probably what amounted to weird girl reasons. She actually said, “I like her a lot better now that she has kids!”

Our physical details: me – 6 feet, 210lbs, short hair. My wife – 5’3″, 36DD, curvy, hips and ass to die for. Kevin – 5’11” or so, pretty skinny, short hair like mine. Rachel – 5’4″ ish, bigger-than-wife’s-boobs-but-I-have-no-idea-cup-size, curvy as well, but really no ass to speak of. You’re coming here for the story, not the looks, folks.

Post Break up affairs [m] [f]

A couple years back when I was in college, I hit a little bit of a fuck boy stage. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend, whom I’ve written about numerous times, and was being petty and taking advantage of being an athlete.

After a few one night stands, there was a girl, call her Liz, who was in a very similar stage in her life, she was on and off with a long distance boyfriend. We had a few mutual friends and connected at a house party. We hit it off that night with a fair amount of sexual tension but I didn’t want to be apart of cheating and she didn’t want to cheat either.

Two nights later, I get a text, “can I come over?” She sends. I reply that it’s probably not a good idea, it was 10pm on a Monday night, I was already in bed. “What if I blow you and we fuck?” Followed up with “don’t worry, he’s done, I need it”. Well shit, how do I say no now? She said she needs to stay over, though as she lives with her parents still but promised to make it worth my while.

Tale of Two Friends: Part 12 [ff] [college] [spring break] [public] [ffff] [orgy]

We had reached our spring break of sophomore year. Kate, Emma, Sarah, and I (Olivia) had rented a two bed room in a hotel down by a beach and were looking forward to a week of sex and sun. When our flight landed we check in and immediately all stripped to put on our bikinis. I went and looked out the balcony down at the beach. It was already crowded which excited me. As I looked down I felt Sarah pull down my bottoms and begin to dance her tongue around my holes. I let her confident that no body on the beach would be able to tell what was happening and if they could so what, it felt amazing. As I lost myself in the pleasure I turned and saw another girl roughly our age on a balcony one above ours to the right. She was looking down and had a full view of Sarah with her face between my legs. I held eye contact with her for a moment and she bit her lip. I watched through the glass railing as he put her hand down her pants. After another moment I felt Sarah push a plug in my ass and then pull me into our room.

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Sorority- The hazing of Jessica (FFF18-22) D/S, CFNF, humiliation part 1

“Jessica! Looks like I’m empty.”

Its been normal enough. Drinking games, cleaning the house dressed as a maid, making drinks for everyone. Just dumb stuff. Shit to do so I can pay my dues as the new girl. Tonight and tomorrow worries me though. Max told me that the last two days are the hardest but she can’t tell me what exactly why. I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

“I’m here Kate, what is it?”

“Took you long enough.” Kate says. Brushing her dirty blonde bangs to the side, snapping a selfie before she takes the cup.

Kate is the stereotypical sorority girl. She’s attractive, comes from money, and likes to party. She doesn’t seem like she would be the best student, but she’s a junior, so she was able to make it this far. A “fun” fact about Kate is that she is semi Instagram famous. I mean I get it though, I wish I had her curves. Overall she’s alright I guess. Maybe a little annoying….

“Sarah and Sam want you, they’re up stairs.” What do they want now? Fingers crossed it’s only a drink or something.

I [M] 21 fucked my friends little sister on a playground when I was supposed to be a sponsor for the church canoe trip.

At the ripe young age of 21 I was asked by other members of the church I grew up in if I wanted to go on the canoe trip they had planned for late July and was told that if I did, then I’d be considered an adult and expected to keep my younger brother and his friends in line throughout the course of the trip. We loaded up the bus and a few vans Sunday afternoon after service, took a group picture and ventured down the road, driving 4 of the roughly 5 hours required and were staying the night in a small town (an hour from the river) at a small church associated with ours.

After sweating my ass off in the bus most of the way there we arrived just in time for people from that particular church to all show up with their favorite dishes and before long we were ready to eat. As we began to mingle and meet members from the small town we heard all the stories. Grandma talking about her shit head grand kids that “only a grandma could love”. Farmers talking about lack of rain….. Or too much rain. I can’t really remember which.