[FF] Fucking Gemma

Gemma was a twat. She irritated the snot out of me. That’s probably why the sex was so good.

My despair for Gemma grew bit by bit, the clack of her nails on her keyboard, the coffee stains on her desk, her insistent need to tap her heels against the bottom of her foot. She was also a gossip and my cubicle mate, I was in hell.

“Pssst Kennedy” whispered Gemma. I kept typing, hoping she would give up. I was in no mood to have gossip time this morning. I had gone out the night before to the local lesbian bar to dull my pain by burying my face in some early twenty bi curious coeds pussy, and I had succeed. I had a rough time after breaking up with my girlfriend Chole and decided to fuck my way through the emotional damage instead of getting help like a rational adult, but C’est la vie.

“Pssssssttt Kennedy”

“What do you want Gemma” I hissed not hiding my displeasure in my tone.

“I’ve got some juicy gossip about the latest office tryst but I can see you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning” she rolled her eyes. I hate it when women roll their eyes.

Russian Rendezvous [MF]

# Hello everyone. This is certainly a long read, but I would appreciate your patience and thoughts, as this captures one of the craziest and most memorable nights of my life. I’ve never written anything remotely like this before, so I’m curious to read your reactions. I took the liberty of sectioning the story with hyphens (——-) in case you’d like to skip to the juicy details.

It was high summer, and a long-anticipated trip to visit with extended family and friends in Eastern Europe promised me a solitary epilogue. I was thrilled beyond belief to travel with a big group of relatives and friends, but I had never traveled alone, and I had a burning desire to discover a new part of the world on my own terms. Admittedly, thoughts of romantic escapades were also never far from my mind.

So, when everyone in our group was to part ways, I planned to make a short solo-trip through several neighboring countries before heading back to the states. That was until my uncle and cousin made a unilateral decision to join my adventure. I was genuinely perturbed, but I quickly put my feelings aside. After all, they are close family and fine traveling companions. Still that itch for spontaneity and self-discovery wormed its way into me with each mountain pass and each new locale.

I [51M] fucked my sister’s step-daughter [23F] at her wedding [MF] — PART 1

Throwaway for privacy purposes. Scroll down if you don’t care about the backstory and just want the sex.

About 3 years ago, my sister met her new boyfriend. Great guy. We got along fantastic from the moment we met. We’re about the same age, both in sales, both sports fans, and he treats my sister great. I liked him from day 1. It came up a couple of times that he had two kids in college. The oldest was his daughter, a junior in SDSU. The younger was his son, a freshman in UNLV. Since I lived in San Diego and both he and my sister are in Houston, I let him know that if his daughter ever needed anything, to let me know. That said, before the events that follow below, I never met either of his kids.

Reposting my Prison Glory Hole Fantasy in hopes others might be able to provide some ideas.

Any ideas you may have that might would help me on getting a group together would really be helpful.

This scenario keeps going through my head. I am not looking to get myself in legal trouble to go to prison. But, every once in a while or every other day, I fantasize about being in or at a prison and being able to set up a GLORE hole booth with multiple holes that would permit multiple me to put their junk through while trying to get my attention. I also like the idea that allows a person to put a hand in or somewhere to feel in control of my throat so they could really go as deep as they wanted and hold me while they tell me to swallow.

Of course my wish would be a bit selective toward a prison that holds a very long list of well hung men that would appreciate my wiliness to be of service. To give you further idea of what I think of, imagine about 25 guys step up first to get things started and mention the line behind them or crowd in the room is elbow to elbow wanting at my hole.

Star Wars The Old Republic Sith Inquisitor Erotic Fiction [F] [solo] [mast] [Star Wars] [sci-fi]

I have only gone over this once so it is not super polished and there might be an error or two. I always welcome any questions, comments and constructive criticism. If people like it I might write a bit more of the character. As always I hope you enjoy <3

The showers of the Academy’s dormitory refresher were blessedly empty mid day as Zovora took the opportunity to wash the grave dust of Tulak Hord’s tomb from her scarlet skin. When she had arrived several weeks ago the dormitory had been full to bursting but now there only a handful of student’s remaining. Well, in her group anyway. From what she had observed and heard the slave groups had a much higher attrition rate than the others. She leaned forward into the water and rested her hands against the wall as she arched and stretched in the steaming warmth of it.

Becky Shapiro’s Slumber Party, part the first [Lesbian and a little incest] – This is what happens at EVERY slumber party, of course.

**Another long one I had to break in half.**

It was almost midnight on a Friday evening and all was dark on that tree-lined suburban avenue save for the periodic pools of light cast by the street lights.

It would be erroneous to say that all was quiet that evening, though.

From a certain ranch-style home standing behind a well groomed lawn, the throbbing beat of a rock ‘n’ roll song seemed to be dully reverberating up from underneath. It wasn’t loud enough to inspire any of the neighbors who were still awake to hear it to call the cops and complain, but it would certainly bring the owner of the home a couple of cutting comments tomorrow if it kept playing for much longer.

And why was their loud music blaring from somewhere underneath this small home at such an ungodly hour in the first place?

Getting over The One, or how I shagged the party hosts girlfriend [MF]

I’ve been a fan of this sub for many years, and many of the stories have lead to many an *ahem* enjoyable time, so I thought, why not contribute?

For those that enjoy a mental image, I’m 6’6″, glasses, clean shaven and was a serious rugby player (at the time). Apparently I’ve got quite a big cock, though I did’t realise until my wife told me many years after this episode.

The girl in the story, well, I guess she’d be described as ‘thicc’ now, but that wasn’t a thing at the time. I’ve always been a fan of curves, and Emma had plenty. She was maybe 5′ 6′, athletic, but broad shouldered and with a firm arse. Probably somewhere near a B cup, with mid length brown hair and a sparkling smile.

The setting for this story is around 20 years ago. I’d relatively recently finished University, and had split with my long term girlfriend who was still finishing her degree – we managed the LDR thing for a while, but she cheated and it wrecked me. I started going out more, and the time I was no longer spending traipsing to my old Uni town seeing her, I spent going back home and reconnecting with my school friends and my younger brother, which led to me being invited to his friend Ben’s party.

[MMF] [bi] [d/s] [cuck] [voy] FANNY AND JEFF’S EXOTIC EROTIC THING – A poignant story about a guy hopelessly in love with a prostitute who leads him into a world he can barely cope with.

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My wife is a fantasy fuck, and she knows it. Drooling drunks will tell her their fantasy. She’ll find a way to make their fantasy come true, or do what she can do, and I have to find a way to deal with it. She doesn’t force dealing with it on me; in fact, she feels bad that I must, but is thrilled that I do.

She will not look a gift dealer in the mouth, nor will she make dealing any more difficult than she is sure it must be. She tries to be sensitive, but her calling comes first; her career (exotic erotic dancing) comes second; her marriage comes third.

She does see giving men sexual adventures a calling. She has a God-given gift, a God-given body to give that gift, and the sex drive to make demanding gift giving easy. She was not built to be a traditional wife in a traditional marital role. Fidelity and faithfulness were fine, but not for her. She never promised that she could be or would be, or even attempt to be. She, in fact, promised she wouldn’t be, not even on the honeymoon if someone in need made his need known to her.

Your BF Fucked My Ex…

The following is either a horror or a love story…

It depends on what type of person you are.

Me:

Your BF fucked my ‘girlfriend at the time’ last year (before you were together) and I’ve never forgotten about it.

When my ex and I finally broke up in a heated argument a few months ago, she bragged about how she seduced a guy (your BF) at a frat party while I was out at the party all night trying to find her.

She told me how she found my porn search history, found out all of my favorite things I liked… all of the things that she would never do for me… then invited your BF over to MY place — all while I was still out at the party looking for her… texting to see if she was ok… hoping she was safe…

She told me how she visited the local sex store and bought everything kinky she could think of.

She didn’t even know what half of what the fuck she ended up buying…

My Sister Lizzy Part 7 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

From there our love making was slow and gentle.
As I entered her I took my time and allowed her to feel me just nestled in there without moving.

For me this was a new experience.
In the past it was push, push, pound.
Now it was take time and explore the most profound expression of love.

For the next three hours Lizzy and I did nothing rough, we just made slow deliberate love.
There was nothing really to write about. It was just the two of us exploring that most basic of human needs, that of two people expressing their love for one another.

Later that week the three of us were in town after lunch we decided to catch a movie.
As we sat in the theater there were three teenage boys sitting behind us.
Throughout the movie the three kept up a running commentary of the film and in general acting obnoxious.

At one point Dave asked them to please quiet down and allow us to enjoy the film.
As is typical of boys that age and in a group they feed upon each others bad behavior.
So it was that they kept running their mouths.