[FM] Fucked my [21F] ex’s [22F] uncle [40s M] at her engagement party

This is not my usual, intimate kind of story.

People from my hometown tend to get married young. It has always baffled me, but maybe that’s because I just never really thought of myself as somebody who would get married. From the time of my high school graduation to my college graduation, over half of the girls from my high school had new last names and gilded left hands. One of them was my ex, Jillian.

Jillian got married at 22 to her college sweetheart, Mike. And although I didn’t admit it at the time, I was absolutely in love with her. We had started seeing each other during high school, our parents blissfully unaware of went on behind closed doors during sleepovers. What had originated as two girls having fun and exploring with each other turned into an addiction; we were absolutely obsessed with each other. From the ages of 14 to 18, I rarely went to bed without having spoken to her or held her at least once that day. We were each other’s first everything: our first kiss, our first love. But the small town atmosphere didn’t exactly lend itself to sexual orientations outside of one end of the Kinsey scale, so it was our little secret.

Improvement Plan.

This is in the same universe as that outline, _but I don’t know anything about golf_. There is no farking yet, but there will be.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

McKenna and I were talking on the firm’s email system.

“Character, this is straight-up unhinged. I will never use any of this, ever.”

“Before I begin, I have a speech disorder and I wish to take more of my speech disorder meds.” I did so, and I continued, asking, “am I being confronted?”

“No, you are not being confronted, you are being corrected. I refuse to have 72 husbands.”

“Okay, you can have 72 spouses, 40 of them grown men,” and I do a quick calculation on the calculator, ” and 32 of them grown women.”

“No, I already have a husband.”

“Okay, then we only need 39 extra grown men, and 32 more grown women.”

“No, I’m not a lesbian.”

“Okay, then we only need 39 extra grown men.”

“No, I’m not interested in more spouses.”

“Maybe if you had 7 sons?”

Powers of Persuasion [FF] [submission][fantasy elements]

“Just like that,” said Jaime, grabbing the back of Mary’s head and pressing it into her pussy. The tension was building in her body, her leg muscles starting to twitch.

Mary, quite without a choice in the matter, continued licking and sucking Jaime’s clit, occasionally dipping down to savor the taste of her pussy. She kept the rhythm even, the pressure, everything. When Jaime said ‘just like that,’ she got it *just* like that.

“I’m so close…don’t stop,” said Jaime, the tension between her legs coming to a peak. God, she needed this. She knew that she could do this any day of the week, with anyone she wanted. Right now, she had complete control over Mary, this redheaded little vixen who was darting the flat of her tongue across her clit until —

With that, Jaime felt the tension ease as her juices flooded into Mary’s mouth, who lapped it up eagerly while Jaime rode through the waves of her orgasm.

Once she had finally come down from the high, her attention was drawn to her pussy again, where Mary continued her clitoral assault.

“Stop,” said Jaime firmly.

Instantly, Mary complied. “Yes, Mistress.”

Powers of Persuasion [FF] [submission][fantasy elements]

“Just like that,” said Jaime, grabbing the back of Mary’s head and pressing it into her pussy. The tension was building in her body, her leg muscles starting to tense.

Mary, quite without a choice in the matter, continued licking and sucking Jaime’s clit, occasionally dipping down to savor the taste of her pussy. She kept the rhythm even, the pressure, everything. When Jaime said ‘just like that,’ she got it *just* like that.

“I’m so close…don’t stop,” said Jaime, the tension between her legs coming to a peak. God, she needed this. She knew that she could do this any day of the week, with anyone she wanted. Right now, she had complete control over Mary, this redheaded little vixen who was darting the flat of her tongue across her clit until —

With that, Jaime felt the tension ease as her juices flooded into Mary’s mouth, who lapped it up eagerly while Jaime rode through the waves of her orgasm.

Once she had finally come down from the high, her attention was drawn to her pussy again, where Mary continued her clitoral assault.

“Stop,” said Jaime firmly.

Instantly, Mary complied. “Yes, Mistress.”

Gentle Brute [MF][PostApocalypse][ReturnToEarth]

Jasmin was extremely excited. There she was, strapped to her seat, to her left and right about twenty other girls. Just now, a deep female voice announced their soon arrival at Earth. Before they would enter Earth’s atmosphere, they were to prepare. The unbuckled and started undressing. This was a necessary precaution because the Earthlings didn’t like clothing more advanced than pelt or leather. Almost all of them were at least some level of lesbian, so they all eyed one another. Some girls couldn’t resist touching their breasts, and others were chatting excitedly. Jasmin stripped quietly. All of the stories her mother told her over the years came her to mind. Thousands of years ago, manmade, as well as natural catastrophes, brought humanity to the brink of extinction. Optimistic they could restore this hostile to life Earth, the ancient humans evacuated all females. At the same time, the men stayed behind to rebuild. They survived, but their effort ultimately proved futile. They became nothing more than cavemen, even after nature recovered. Jasmin removed her bra. Her young breasts had the perfect shape, and some of the more same-sex interested girls wolf-whistled greedily eyeing her.

One Girl’s Hell… [NonCons] [Tentacle] [Futa] [Cumflation] [Lesbian] [Unnatural]

My entertainment for the night comes down from his orgasm, panting heavily with his still half erect cock lodged in my throat. I’m laying on the bed, saliva and other fluids from the rough face fucking spilling from my open mouth, dripping up my inverted head and dampening my hair. My back is pressed into the mattress, his hands firmly pushing me down throughout his climax, squeezing at my exposed breasts. One of my legs arches up, foot buried in a tangle of blankets, the other spreads across the bed dangling off the other side. The panties still covering my aching pussy are soaked, one of my hands beneath the silk material, two fingers buried inside the warmth. My other hand hangs loosely at the huffing man’s side, not really reaching out for anything in particular.

Lost In The Woods [bondage] [forced] [humiliation] [lesbian]

[TRIGGER WARNING- some mentions and/or examples of r@p3, you have been warned]

I was driving through the woods in the middle of the night, when I heard a THUD coming from outside the car. I opened the car door, thinking that I had hit something. The next thing I knew, I woke up, tied to a pole, blindfolded. I didn’t know where I was, but I could guess who put me there- Chelsea Corbett. My college roommate and ex-best friend.

I’m part of a group of assassins, the Blood Roses, the best in the game. Over 500 thousand cases and all of them being framed as suicide.

Chelsea and I met in college, and she fell in love with me. When I rejected her, she wanted me gone. So, she arranged to have me killed. When the Blood Roses refused, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

“Alyssa Riley. How I’ve wanted to see you like this.”

I felt her warm breath on my face as she got closer, my skin crawling as her chilling voice filled the room.

“I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

I [M] had sex with a lesbian and i wonder what lesbians or women think of my event.

We were hanging out for about two weeks, before that. ive met her in my massage salon(which usually doesnt happen, because its professional-for people with imagination?)and we made a connection, and it was really natural for both of us, kinda “friendzone”, because she is lesbian.

But we just started to have a sexy vibe, it was not physical attraction, but just the feeling of an oasis of joy and laugh, i think thats why it escalated that we wanted to make eachother feel good…we started having personal sessions at my place with her happy ending, im lucky that i can make her feel good without taking care of myself at all.

One time i pushed it a bit and said im so turned on, that i cant wait to be alone to masturbate and she said i can do it lying next to her. I tried to be as sexy as possible and looking at her all the time, she was just touching me briefly and we sid that a couple of times, until she wanted to touch me more while i was doing it and let me touch her, thats when i went crazy, just rolled myself on top of her and started making out like crazy, and i just penetrated her like that, in missionary, we had great sex and she said she takes me as a toy for her, not a male, thats why she could do it with me…

Yoga Practice [ff] [long] [mast] [oral] [squirting]

It’s Saturday morning and I roll over to see my alarm clock. 10:30am. At least I get a decent lie in at the weekend. I can feel that cloud of sleepiness lifting, and my attention shifts to the rising warmth deep inside me, and between my legs.

I’m always so horny in the mornings, usually I just grab the little bullet vibrator from my bedside table drawer and relieve myself with a few quick and dirty orgasms before I hop in the shower and get ready for work.

The blissful weekend though. Now I can take my time and enjoy myself. I trace my fingers up and down my body. Feeling my skin, and the way it gets softer in my more sensitive areas. I throw my bedsheets off, and sprawl out on the bed and pull my T-shirt over my head. I love this. I love the feeling of being exposed even if no one is watching. I love that free feeling, spread eagle on my bed, with only my panties still on. I arch my back for no reason other than it makes me feel sexy and run my hands down my sides and between my thighs. I love to experiment and do all the things I would never do if someone else was watching. I want to build myself up slowly. I can take my time and cum all day if I feel like it.

The Professional Woman: Part Six (Two of Two) [MFFFFF] [Group Sex] [Lesbian] [Straight] [Anal] [Busty]

The party eventually came to an end. Lucy walked back inside. “That’s the last of them, all of them safe and sound inside,” she said as she plopped herself down on one of the couches.

“It’s so comfortable,” Ginger said for the fifteenth time as she laid out on one of the huge bean bags.

“You’re drunk,” Jeremy said.

“Look who’s talking,” Madison replied. “You still can’t find your shirt.”

“Where the hell is it?” Jeremy said, turning around in the chair he was sitting in.

“Why did you take it off?” I asked.

I got a few death stares from the women in the room. Ginger pointed to a rolled-up wad under the couch, no doubt that was Jeremy’s shirt.

“Someone dared me to take it off,” Jeremy said he was slurring some of his words.

“I said if you showed me yours, I would show you mine,” Sara laughed.

“You did not,” I said as I looked at her.

“Oh yes, I did, and it was worth it,” Sara smiled.

“They are fricking huge!” Jeremy said with a significant smile.