[MF] An Older Woman in Vegas

It was the spring of my senior year and my ‘give-a-damn’ was definitely broken. I had maybe 6 weeks left of classes before graduation and was enjoying the bittersweet stretch before all my friends were fixing to scatter to different parts of the country to start their lives. We went out four nights or five nights a week, only went to the classes we needed to for graduation, took frequent trips to the beach.

I was in a few student organizations that dealt with food supply and processes. One day, I receive a phone call from a professor of mine that she had a group of students she was taking to a convention in Las Vegas. It was basically a collection of national grocery store chains and end users of processed foods. Anyways, there was a student who had to back out at the last minute, and her hotel room and flight were already paid for. They were leaving the next week, and she wanted to know if I wanted to go as a replacement.

My third experience as a hotwife ?❤️ [MFM] [Group]

This is a true erotic story….from my (female) perspective of one of the hottest hotwife experiences I’ve ever had.

The suspense was absolutely killing me. I had done this before…been with another man other than my husband…but this time was different. This time it was pre-meditated and planned. This time, the three of us had been texting back and forth for weeks building up suspense to this night.

We had been group chatting with T for a few weeks. He was intelligent, witty…and was very respectful. He made me laugh….was great in group conversation and frankly….made me horny.

My husband told me to get dressed….we would be meeting T at a local bar in about an hour. I had picked out the lingerie I planned to wear– black stockings and a black matching garter belt. The black lace was soft and contrasted very vividly against my pale skin. My nipples were erect and very pink with the excitement of it all.

As I looked in the mirror I could see in my reflection that my cheeks were getting flushed….my body was naturally very very excited. This was someone I had never met before….but who had managed to get me soaking wet on numerous occasions just via text message. I was excited….nervous…..anticipating.

[MF] First time playing in public, all while she was on the phone!

So, I’ve decided to branch out a little, and talk about some of the formative sexual encounters of my life, not just the gay experiences. Hopefully, this’ll be received well, and if it’s liked enough I’ll continue to chronical my sexcapades.

The year was 2012. A simpler time, to be sure. Fresh out of high school and in my first semester in college, I was getting caught up in the independence of it all. 18 years old, single, and had just lost a ton of weight, I was feeling pretty cocky. But I was awkward, still learning how to be me. As any 18 year old would be, I was always horny as hell. And being that there was only one girl I knew that I saw on any regular basis, my ex was in an unfortunate position.

A drawn out hookup with the store hottie. [MF]

Hey everyone,

Burner account for obvious reasons. This is going to be a llllooonnnggg post with lots of details – I want to do the story justice. It’s not a unique story, but it’s special to me.

About Us
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This took place back in 2012, so both she and I have changed a bit.

Her
To protect the identity of the girl in this story, I’m changing her name to Lucy. She knows I’m posting this and will be reading the comments. So if you like the story or have any questions for her, she’ll see them. She also loves compliments so please heave those on her in the comments.

Here are some pictures of her I’m posting with her consent from my spank bank. https://imgur.com/a/ax7OJxe

I think she’s gorgeous, she has the kind of body glorified in old paintings, with a luscious head of firey red hair, hourglass body, green eyes and an incredible pair of tits. I probably jack off to her memory once a week.

Me
I’m about 6 feet, brown hair, brown eyes, scruffy. I’ve been described by the gay community as a “cub” (I’m not gay, but apparently that gives people the mental image they’re looking for). I work out, but still have some weight, so I’ve got a pretty solid dad-bod.

Isabella and Felicity’s Canine Fun [F][F][bst]

**Note:** This story includes a character from Darksoul3D’s comic ‘Felicity’s Holiday Encounter’. If you want the link pm me.

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######Isabella and Felicity’s Canine Fun

Isabella stretched and got out of bed. Summer break started only days earlier but she had yet to get used to sleeping in. As it was, 8AM was the latest she could manage. She was sure she could get into the new habit, though.

After going through her morning routine she put her shoulder length brown hair into a quick ponytail and put a bit of eyeliner on before she left to go to Felicity’s house.

A while later Isabella rang the doorbell on the ornate door of the Bowen-Darkeley mansion. Their butler opened the door shortly and welcomed her in. It was not the first time she was here but she always marveled at how the incredibly wealthy lived. The ornamental plants changed with the season; there were actual historical artifacts in display cases. Felicity’s father often came back from his business trips with an item bought at auction. His tastes tended to stay around weaponry or paintings, and he had an eclectic collection from all historical periods and countries.

The Struggle for Love (1st Person) (pt1) (Stalker/Suspense)

Hello, I dont know if this is allowed or not, but this was roleplay that I had created with a partner. Names have been changed to protect identity. It is in 1st person, so I do apologize that it probably doesnt fit the typical format. I’ll post the first bit here and if there is enough demand, I’ll post the rest. Let me know what you all thing!

The 2 main characters are my character (Jaxon) and my partners (Katrina). Text from Jaxons perspective will be in bold.

Setting: Saturday night, Michael’s Restaurant.

**I am waiting tables and a group of three women walk into the restaurant. The greeter seats you in my section.**

**”Great, I can already tell these ladies are going to get drunk and be obnoxious” I comment to Miguel, the waiter of the section next to mine, as we overlook the restaurant. “Good luck bro! This might be your last table of the night; maybe you can finish your night by getting a number” He replies. “Right” I reply sarcastically with half a smirk as I make my way over to your table.**

BRUTE- A DISGUSTING FANTASY

1…..the first fuck…

On a rainy day of September Taylor Swift was masterbating in her shower. Fingering her wet slimy cunt like a whore.
…Aah.
….ooh.
……aah.
………..Aah.
oh………………… oh.
……………..ahhhhhh.

Coincidentally, I was also taking a shower at the same time. It was the time of the billions of years, a wierd position of space and time when the universe act wierd. It was then our two path got connected with the weirdest natural phenomenon. Two of our shower became one single place.

it was Taylor.
Taylor Swift.
In front of me. touching herself, thinking she was all alone, in her own shower. the eyes of her were close, so she didn’t have a clue. it was a paradise watching her enjoying herself by finguring her wet beautiful pussy. she was going to come, when she opened her eyes and noticed me.

She was in shocked finding herself in a strange place with a strange someone. I tried to comfort her to make her realise everything is Okay but reality is different. she fricked out. I tried to hold her against me but she replied ,
stop.
stop.
Don’t touch me.
Stay away. You brute. Where the hell am I!! Who.are. you?

Poker Face Challenge, many [M], one [F].

Earlier, I was talking to a girl, and a memory of one of my wildest moment came back from the depth of my shitty memory.

When I was about 18, more or less, me and my group of friends usually hang out in the basement of one of the girl in the group, especially in the winter when outside, the freezing desolation of my small town was too much to handle.

The basement had a separate entry from the house, and she pretty much lived there by herself, and their parents have her pretty much complete freedom, so it was kinda common to get drunk and stoned there.

The girl who owned the basement, was pretty much the “slut” of the group, who wasn’t afraid to admit that she enjoyed sex as much as the male teenager. She wasn’t the hottest one from a mere physical point of view, but compensate with the attitude, although she rocked two solid, huge Boobs.

But she was much more than that.

One night, we were drunk beyond limits, she was the only girl present, and a recurrent inside joke of the group became true.

[MF] Revenge on my bully part 2 [Blowjob]

Nicole was staring blankly into her bathroom mirror. She was reliving everything that happen. She had kissed Matthew and he had spanked her. It felt like he was taking her. Owning her. She was applying fresh makeup. After Matthew had left, after she master bated, her lipstick was on her chin, her mascara was running. Her cheeks were sweaty and pasty.

Matthew was back at his house sitting on his bed. He was wearing a button shirt that was opened. He was in boxers holding his pants. He sniff the crotch area as Nicole had been grinding hard against him. Standing and grabbing his laptop. He sat at his desk and open a file on his home screen. Lists of Nicoles favorite things. If Nicole was going to contact him, he wanted to be ready.

As a group of girls that included Nicole are shouting and gossiping in a bedroom. Nicole is on her phone googling Matthew Houston.

“Nicole, babe, what the hell. You’re totally zoned out. Did something happen at home?” Kristen asked.

“Huh, oh, no. I’m fine. Just tired. All the extra drill at practice. Have a shot at being number one this year. I’m just going to use the bathroom. I’ll be back. Thanks for being a good friend.” Hugs Kristen.

Trials of the Buxom Trio – Chapter 3 (busty, thicc, hardcore sex, adventure throughout)

     Sylora wimpered again as she felt something hard and damp being pressed against her panties. Her beautiful face was covered in fear as she looked at Jenessa while the two brutes both held the blonde elf. One rested behind her playing his hands over her now exposed ass cheeks after tearing off her tabard. He had been delighted to find a pair of silky and lace bordered panties protecting the elf’s sweet cunt. His partner in front of  him was busy licking over Sylora’s grand bust and she squinted with every brush of the warm red organ. ‘It shouldn’t be feeling this good. I have to focus through just like Master Felgan taught me.’ She thought but the feelings originating from her tits and ass were spilling over her body, eventually meeting a point in the middle of it; right between her legs. If they hadn’t been spread open by her captors she felt that they would be rubbing together if only to increase the heat and friction she was feeling.