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The time two MILFs hooked up for the first time. [FF]

It finally happened. Despite all my fervent wishing time would slow down, I turned 30. I had been dreading it. This milestone age meant I was officially not a sexy young thing anymore. I was a woman, a mother, married for ten years for god’s sake

Now that’s not to say I was frumpy or ugly. I had recently undergone a dramatic transformation losing 80 pounds over the course of a year. I was toned and lean, with pert tight ass, a little wide but still nice and firm. Smallish tits that were still pretty damn good, smooth pale skin with small pink nipples. Hell I even had a thigh gap now which was apparently a thing. My reddish brown hair was in a perpetual just got fucked style of disarray which complimented my red cat eye glasses that were always slightly askew. All in all imagine a hipster Nancy Botwin who just came from the gym.

I met her through another mom friend at a boring party. But she wasn’t boring. She simply sat and you couldn’t help but drift toward her helplessly. To be near her and be able to look at her. Read more »

My first lesbian encounter happened this evening! [F/F]

She’s a single blonde I met on Tinder, 31 years old, with nice curves and the most adorable smile. I’m a 20-year-old slim, single, Indian mom. This is how my first proper lesbian experience went down with her, just earlier tonight!

I picked up my daughter after work and headed over to her place (yeah I still live with my parents, so the little one had to come along to cover for me xD), and she was making chicken parm when we got there. Yum it was so good! We had a glass of wine with the dinner and just chatted for a bit. She loved my daughter, and most of the conversation was about her and everything. Just all fun, cutesy talk until we finished the second glass of wine and headed up to the bedroom ;)

I was wearing jeans and a black bra and pantie set with a button-up and it all came off very quickly. I guess she wasn’t much for slow stripping because her tee and leggings (she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties :P) came off very quickly too. We cuddled, touched, and kissed in her bed for a while until our hands finally found each other’s wet slits hehe. Read more »

Her [Str8][FfM]

She had known that she was a cheating little whore since the first second she had laid eyes on her. Jane, the next door neighbor, had always strutted around the neighborhood like she owned the place, showing off her tight little body in skimpy little outfits that pissed off every wife on the block, except for the odd lesbian couple down the street. But for Alex, she hadn't as really thought much about her until the first time that she had caught her in the bathtub with her husband…

She had been away on a business trip and wasn't due to be home until late the next day, but with some crafty negotiating she had managed to change her flight to a day earlier. Instead of telling her husband she thought she would surprise him. Though in retrospect she realized that just such a scenario was how so many divorce proceedings must have started. Read more »

She Walked In [FFf][Les]

Borrowing a cup of sugar from a neighbor, it was so common and prosaic that it might as well have been from a Norman Rockwell painting Jane thought to herself. She was sure that the nice lesbian couple next door would be more than happy to help her, and really it would save her an unnecessary trip to the supermarket.

She pondered what it was like to be with another girl as she walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Although she had a boyfriend, and had been with a few guys before him, the clumsy, feeble fumblings of the boys she knew had never done much to arouse her or satisfy her in any significant way. Although a close friend had once offered to eat her pussy during a sleep over she had been too shy to take her up on the offer, though the image of another woman kneeling between her legs had burned in her mind for a long time after.

She was confused when no one answered the door. She could tell that they were home because both of their cars were in the drive and there was music playing somewhere back in the house. She waited for a bit before ringing the doorbell. Read more »

Stranger and a coworker

I already tried uploading this to casualsexproject.com to no avail, so maybe someone could appreciate it here.

It was 2010, I was 18 and engaged to a military man living long distance. I worked as a server at a well known chain restaurant, in a small town where that one restaurant was one of about 4 places to eat. Anywho, I had a coworker I'll call Kayce. As many of you in the restaurant biz can relate to, you spend a LOT of time with your coworkers and, having similar schedules end up spending a lot of time together outside of work as well. Well, as was the case for Kayce and I. She and I had become close friends very quickly, a side effect of having lost many of my high school friends due to simply leading different lives. They were settling into their freshman years of college, and I was working a full time job on top of a full time course load while helping to pay for a wedding and worrying about my significant other being in a combat zone. I was fairly desperate for friendship and probably fairly codependent. Read more »

That time I’m going to get fired

Cold open

Interior, sitting room, high end flat, London, England.

Time, indeterminate.

Rick standing next to Morty, laughing wryly, holding his flask, he has clearly been caught post spit take.

Morty "What?" in disbelief.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle sitting back in his recliner, smug. we cannot see his right arm.

Time indeterminate.

Rick and Morty have subtly switched places to match (ref 01a)

Rick is drinking actively from his flask.

Doyle "I had no idea the eastern european stock had such low class proclivities."

Time indeterminate

Camera angle reveals Doyle has a tied off needle in his until now hidden arm. Character positions (ref 02a)

Roll Title

Oops, this isn't erotica. This is so when this episode airs you can raise your fist to the heavens and say that fucking lesbian spoiled the best joke in the damn thing.

Sex Therapy

Sex Therapy. To my horror I realised I’d reached that time of life when I began to have what are discretely called “male problems”. My faithful friend downstairs didn’t stand up so stiffly to attention as he used to do. Though my wife had kept her shapely figure through the years even watching her undress from my favourite sexy underwear sometimes didn’t get him up as hard as he once used to. Then that night came when in the cosy darkness snuggled under our duvet I felt my wife’s bare thigh nuzzling against mine, her soft breasts pressing against my arm, her light fingertips creeping across my thigh and her softly whispered “want you!” My muscle should have been steel hard and straining for her vagina at the first touch of her naked flesh and for the next half an hour, oblivious to the kids hearing through the bedroom wall, we should have been grunting and squealing passionately and our bed should have been rocking and rattling. But this time she had to be satisfied with a finger-fuck, and me with her well practised hand on my half hearted muscle sending my semen barely up to my belly button. After a few nights of erections barely stiff enough to slide up between her legs and just about good enough for a hand job she suggested I made an appointment to see my doctor. I reluctantly agreed to see him. When I arrived at the surgery and gave my name the receptionist told me my own doctor had been called out on an emergency, but his colleague Dr Matthews would see me. Making the appointment had been embarrassing enough, but what was even more embarrassing was when I stepped into the consulting room and saw Dr Matthews was a woman! I thought of turning round and running but I knew I’d come too far for that. Dr Matthews gave me a welcoming smile, the door clicked shut behind me and I was trapped. She was younger than me, perhaps mid thirties and attractive with neat blonde hair. Her doctor’s white coat was thin and tight enough to show the outline of a very shapely figure. Between a couple of the buttons of her coat at the front I caught a glimpse of a black bra. I suddenly realised to my amazement that up top at least she was wearing nothing under that white coat but her underwear! Though I was almost too embarrassed to notice it, I felt that familiar stirring down below. “Now Mr Thompson. What’s your problem?” she asked.
She fixed her eyes enquiringly on me. I felt my face go red and the sweat break out, but I’d come this far and I had to bite the bullet. “It’s a bit of a male problem doctor. I ……” At that my throat went dry and my voice faded into a croak. She smiled as if to reassure me. “Erectile disfunction? I fully understand. Most men your age suffer from it from time to time. I’ll need to ask you some questions.” Read more »

[F4M] Charming’s 2015

New noise heard: I was in the shower with Jesse. He’s not sweet, but he’s on his knees with his head between my legs. His shoulders and back are turning pink, and I’m feeling myself not care where I am. Every once in a while he lets out a noise, a whale noise that lets me know he might be drowning. It’s a perfect, lecherous sound I hadn’t thought to hope for. I push the hair off his forehead and wonder about other funny noises I can ask a partner to make.

[Do not cry for Jesse, for at some point in that day, he did visit my blow-hole. Heeeyyy-ooo!]

Je suis feministe: Let’s play the odds. You’ll be bigger and stronger than me. We’re two respectful adults, both looking to have an erotic hour or two. When a man says, “You’re the boss,” or “I’m down for whatever,” I feel you leave the room. I am left with all the responsibility for steering the erotic, and I feel flatfooted and dull. I am told “Charming, you would never be able to make me nervous or uncomfortable, I will always be interested in all sex–only stoppable because of your limits.” Read more »

[FF] The Scent of the Flame–A romance between a rocker and her new crush

I'm working on an erotica/romance story on a free writing site. I don't profit off it if you click to read more. Here's the first chapter:

It was 8 pm. Kris tamed her messy mop of black hair, straight bangs falling over her eyes with blonde highlights. She’d hesitated before accepting the invitation to a new friend’s house because she hadn’t had any luck meeting people, ever. It was as if right when things were turning horrible for her, a knight in shining Ray Bans was there to comfort and console, nursing her post traumatic stress-induced wounds… over Skype.

Kris didn’t self-harm but she subtly self-medicated. Alcohol was her drug of choice. It was cheap, efficient, and weakened inhibitions. Suffice to say, the beer did a good job of masking her true feelings on the long drive to Alex’s house.

They had a lot in common, namely, one another’s interest in lesbian romances, so they had a movie playing in no time. Beer and wine were had and a quickly cooked meal of their favorite—quesadillas. The movie of choice—Better than Chocolate. The movie reminded Kris that she had her strap-on in the car—a habit from her days with her last girlfriend but she hadn’t needed to use it because she was fresh out of libido ever since. Alex, however, had different plans. Read more »