Unbuckling my black ripped jeans, of course my foot gets caught in the hole. I’m in such a rush trying to take them off, I’m tripping over my own two feet. I hear her breathing equally as heavy as I. I look up to see the most beautiful shade of melanin I’ve seen in my life. Skin the color of dark chocolate, I imagine her dripping from my lips. Glistening without body oil, she’s nothing short of a goddamn goddess. The slight curve of her hips and waist followed by thick runners thighs and legs. God. Her legs. ..
She snaps at me to catch my attention.
“Helloooo, are you home, we don’t have time for you to be slobbing out the mouth right now” she asks laughing while taking off her last piece of clothing.
Shay.
She was goofier than anyone I’d ever met, our encounters full of nothing but laughs. There was never a moment I felt uncomfortable and if she thought I did, we laughed. But.. she was right. We’d just snuck into a stall together after ditching our friends at the restaurant table. This was a reoccurring theme of ours. See, we knew we were more than friends, but to the outside world, we’d only just met. Shay was quite known, and had just gotten out of a relationship. I, quite known as well, and although circumstances were different, you could call us and our situations at the time infamous for similar reasons. So to avoid any more drama than needed, we kept everything lowkey. Why did anyone need to know she was nose deep in my pussy anyway? I roll my eyes, not realizing I’ve misplaced my thoughts, but she has.
We giggle and slightly cover our mouths as we hear someone enter the bathroom stall directly next to us.
We’re at a local taco bar with a group of mutual friends. Everyone is slightly beyond buzzed and we managed to slip away for a quick “release”. As I finish pulling my panties down, Shay licks her lips. Shay was so hard to understand but so fun to be around. Whenever we had our encounters, she catered to me. Shay was a touch me not; she had some pretty rough experiences that traumatized her, and I respected her space. But when it came to giving, THAT was her strong suit. Always in the moment, she was bold with every decision she made. The stares or comments never bothered her.
Grabbing my face, she forced her mouth onto mine. She tasted of her last margarita. I giggle into her mouth as she slides her tongue in. Sucking on her tongue, I pull back and look into her eyes. Letting out a deep sigh, she knows what I’m about to say. See, Shay didn’t even like being touched during kissing.
“It’d just be nice to have somewhere to put my hands” I complain.
Laughing she replies “Yeah. Me too”
I don’t even realize I’ve got a death grip on her wrists down by my hips. Letting go, I feel like the moment is no longer here.
Shay, taking note of my energy change, rubs a hand through my curls. Picking my head up, she kisses my forehead.
Leading her to the corner of the restroom, I put a paper towel down and sit up on the sink. Spreading my legs wide, I welcome her to my humble abode.
Shay licks her plump lips and eyes me for half a second before pushing her face right up in between my thighs. Her tongue diving deep, I feel her exploring every inch of my insides. Melting, I ride this wave.
Rotating my hips, I accept every bit of her curiosity and well formed expertise. Letting out a long moan, I remember someone else is still in the bathroom with us only after they cough as reminder.
Fuck them.
I moan louder.
Shay looks up at me, grinning like a kid in a candy store. I’ve turned her on and given her the green light to have fun.
Sticking two fingers into me, she makes herself comfortable. With her thumb on my clit, she begins to slowly pump in and out with her fingers. I’m already gushing from pure excitement. I lean back against the wall and mirror, forgetting where I am, but also still tipsy and needing help holding my body up. The mirror is now beating against the wall as I’m rocking along with her pushing every button in my womb.
The bathroom door opens and closes. We’re alone.
With my hand against the mirror, Shay starts to lick down from my neck to each of my nipples. I scoot closer into her chest, allowing her to delve deeper into the ocean she’s created. Speeding up, I lose all sense of time.
My body is starting to shake and convulse, I grip onto her back for leverage.
“Faster” I moan into the air
She speeds up.
My juices splashing everywhere, there’s moisture on her breasts.
I bite my lip and close my eyes.
The bathroom door opens and there’s the sound of keys jingling and a walkie talkie.
Time stops.
I open my eyes.
There’s a pound on the door and an upset manager speaking on customer complaints.
Shay looks at me with her wide grin and licks her lips.
She gives one last blow on my clit and it sends me overboard.
“SHAAAAYUUHHH” I loudly moan, now unable to hold back.
The manager threatens to unlock the door and come in just as I cum in Shays mouth. She slides on her shirt without even wiping her mouth. Cum still falling from her lips, she unlocks the door and winks at the manager who in turn, disgustingly scoffs and walks out to let us regather ourselves.
Announcing our departure, we damn near yodel our way out of the bathroom. We’re laughing so hard, there’s tears falling from my eyes.
Still flushed and dazed we gather our friends and make our grand exit.
“What’s going on with this place? We just got kicked out for the third time this month and don’t even know why!” One of our friends exclaims, sounding offended with the restaurant.
Shay and I exchange a casual eye of knowing, but just shrug our shoulders.
“Maybe we should try another spot” I suggest, glancing back over at her with a slick bite of my lips.
“Maybe, we should” She says, licking hers.
Tag: Group
[MF] My wife’s previous encounter with a married man
My wife, Jen, is 34 years old and the mother of our kids. We live a very boring and routine life these days. But sometimes, after a few glasses of wine, she tells me stories about her life before we met. I’d like to share one of them with you.
Jen’s professional background is in art, and she previously worked in the NYC art gallery world. She comes from a conservative upbringing in the midwest, but this crowd was the total opposite. The art scene was sustained by party after party, and no expense was spared. Unlimited alcohol and party drugs were almost everywhere. People casually dated and broke up within the community all the time. As an example, my wife had slept with a total of 2 people by the end of college. During the 3 years she lived in New York, she slept with 15 more.
Our sexy New Years tradition.
This is how our New Year’s Tradition started.
Back in 2016 when Craigslist personals were still up and usable we decided we wanted to go out on New Year’s Eve and it so happened that a nice couple hit us up and asked if we all wanted to go out that night. Even though we were swingers we just dabbled in it. I do not think that prior to this we have even been to a swingers new years eve party or even swapped on new years. It was just a few months prior to this that we decided to make the lifestyle a huge part of our life.
We all agreed to go out dancing at the local gay bar called Out and About in Pasco, Wa. We actually never met them prior either. Like we did not go out to dinner first or meet for coffee we met to dance. I remember she was 28 and her name was Brittney. I know this because I started tracking names and ages september of 2016. I also track pertinent details like condoms or not, how many ppl in the group 3 or 4 or more. I also try to mention something that sets this apart so it can jog my memory of the encounter.
Molly discovers the only thing better than one parking lot blowjob is two! [MF]
Years ago Molly, my now ex, and I found ourselves at TopGolf celebrating a friend’s birthday on a summer Saturday night. (For those unfamiliar, it’s a swanky and overpriced multi level driving range that serves food and booze. It’s a generally good spot for a big group when the weather is nice.)
We were a few hours and a few drinks in, having fun with our group, when I took notice of a 20-something guy in the adjacent hitting bay, also with a group of friends, that seemed to have fixed his gaze on Molly.
Given my love for stirring up trouble, I brought his attention to her attention, “I think that guy over there in the blue shirt is totally eye-fucking you. You should introduce yourself.”
Molly agreed with a wink and spent the better part of the next hour chatting with this handsome new friend while he plied her with another round of drinks. Molly stayed in close enough proximity to our own group of friends to not make it too obvious, but none of our friends were going to notice anyway given their lack of sobriety.
The Heal Slut: Chapter Seven – Love, In All Forms [MF] [FFF] [Fantasy]
# Part Sixteen: Please..
***Ramona Drumwind***
Walking away from the group of girls and her own husband with Tirron next to her was a heady feeling. By now, he’d probably experienced many pleasures of life with just Marcia and Bree, let alone adding Autumn to the mix if she decided to stay with them. And Autumn had told her when she was very drunk that she didn’t know if she could leave Pitrin’s grave behind yet.
Tirron’s hand intertwined with hers was intoxicating, making her thighs even wetter than they’d been before. His hand was larger than Harvey’s and stronger too. But the difference wasn’t what made her want Tirron. It was the energy that seemed to shed off of him whenever they were in the same area.
She felt it more intensely when Marcia and the other girls were near, telling her how much more compatible their souls were, how much more he’d need them in the coming days, months, and years. It filled her with happiness to know that he’d be well taken care of, but she intended to enjoy her single night with him.
Risky tent sex [MF]
My story dates back several years when I was seeing a girl in our friendship group. She was 5’5ish, brown hair and c cup tits. Her brother was also part of the group when we went to the local forest for a night of camping.
The drinks flowed as the fire raged and soon we were all over each other, desperate for some privacy. Unfortunately this is hard to find in a camping situation and we found ourselves in a tent with her brother. He soon fell fast asleep and we started to kiss and grind up on each other.
Knowing it was a bad idea but being unable to help ourselves we slowly started to take things further.
She grabbed my hard cock and pulled it out of my pants, rubbing it slowly while she nibbled my ear. My cock, impossibly hard, twitched at her touch, desperate to cum.
While she stroked my thick cock, I realeased her tits from her bra, swinging down on my face. My tongue lashed against her stiffening nipples. I looked across and her brother was fast asleep whole her tits were rubbing across my face.
Me and My Friend (F) had a Foursome the First Week of Freshman Year With Two Hot Athletes (M) [Group]
This was two years ago.
You know how it is when you finally go to college, fucking liberated to be away from home, you’re on your own, you’re horny, and there are hot guys aplenty.
I went to the same college as my best friend from HS, we’ll call her Veronica. We were on the same volleyball team, went to the gym together, hung out all the time, you get the deal. For reference, I’m 5’4, brunette, 120 pounds, she’s 5’6 blonde and I don’t know her exact weight but she’s in shape. Both white. They let us pick preferred roommates so rooming with her was nice too.
We were both definitely excited to see what kind of men college would bring, and boy, we found some great ones right off the bat.
We got invited to a party at a Frat by one of the guys that live there, it was a Thursday of week 1 and we both took off from Friday classes so it made sense to go(hell I go to parties where I have school/work the next day so it doesn’t really matter).
Now that I’m writing all my stories: Pt1 and 2 of what ended up being [M]e [F]ucking a girl in front of my best friend [MF]
Part 1: A night at the bar leads to the best sex in my life
excerpt from [OC] erotic kinky sci-fi novel: The Brazen Altar [MM][FF][MF][orgy]
On the morning of the five hundred and forty-second Ceremony of Light, a slender, red-haired woman with gray-green eyes waited impatiently to be sacrificed to the god of the sun.
The square in front of the temple buzzed with people. They’d been arriving throughout the night, alone and in groups. Tiny dronelights flitted through the air, lighting their way into the courtyard. The drones switched off their lights the moment they entered the courtyard, so as not to displease the Sun God on this, the day dedicated to his radiance. Behind the assembled congregation, the dome projected by the shield generators glowed faintly in the pre-dawn air. Ahead, the stepped pyramid of the Temple of Flame, the largest of the great houses of worship, carved an inky void in the sky.
Deep inside the Temple, in a small chamber illuminated by the dim yellow glow of small globes floating in niches in the rough stone walls, Kheema swallowed. She took a deep breath to hide her nervousness. Five hundred and forty-one Sacrifices before her had walked barefoot down the narrow hallway into this room. From here, five hundred and forty-one Sacrifices had ascended to the altar atop the Temple to welcome the day.
Bar Hookup
The following is a fictional encounter between me, a cis woman, and you. In this story you are portrayed by someone with a penis, but your gender is not discussed.
Imagine this:
We are in a crowded bar; the music is so loud you can feel the pressure on your ear drums. You came here with your friends planning on a quiet night out but then you see me dancing and all of that changes. You try to maintain conversation with those you’ve come with but you are far too distracted now, the only thing going through your mind is how to break free and get close to me as quickly as possible. You wonder if I’ve seen you yet, if I am feeling the same magnetic pull. We make eye contact while you’re still surrounded by your friends and you know the feeling is mutual. Without saying another word you walk towards me. I smile as you approach, “hey” you see my mouth move to make the word, but over the music it is impossible to hear anything. Causing you to lean in so close to me that I can feel the heat from your mouth, goosebumps raise to attention along my neck as I hear you ask me if I, “care to dance?” You pull back so we are eye to eye, I grin and nod, my eyes bright with excitement. The song changes quickly to one that means we can touch one another while blending in with those around us, not that either of us are even paying attention to the music anymore.