Tomboy Makeover [FFF] [Threesome]

This story was written for the following prompt: “A tomboy who is getting tired of being perceived as just another guy gets taught how to be more of a girly-girl by her female friends. Only… They end up taking things just a little too far…”

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“Ahh… ahh…” She sneezed explosively, making her two friends start away from her on the couch and giggle.

“Jeez, Alex, warn us next time,” Sophia said, grinning. Alex rubbed the back of her neck, a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, but you’ve been tickling my face with those brushes for an hour. It’s been building up.” She reached up to wipe at her nose with the back of her hand, and both her friends let out exclamations of dismay, grabbing her arms. “What?”

“Use a Kleenex!” Victoria plucked a tissue from the box on the coffee table, using it to clean the base of Alex’s nose.

“Oh.” Alex’s embarrassment grew, a soft flush blooming in her tanned cheeks. “See, this is why I need you and Sophie. I grew up with four brothers and a dad, nobody taught me this stuff.”

[M]arried Couple [F]inds Sexy Summer Sunday – Part II

I was feeling great after cumming twice on this Sunday already, but I was still craving the taste of Lorrie’s freshly shaved pussy. It is by far my favorite sexual experience. I’ve always liked eating pussy, and had been with several women over the years before my wife and I met. But there is something about Lorrie’s pussy that draws me in more than any ever had before.

So she puts the toddler down, and sweaty from mowing the grass, I jump in the shower. I do a little manscaping. Nothing extreme, but I like to keep things short and trimmed so I don’t look like an old man with astroturf marbles. I lock up the house for the night, straighten up the master bedroom so it looks like a place where sexy times could happen. When the toddler is down, Lorrie comes in the room and goes straight to the shower. I know she’s doing her thing so that we can continue our sexy times before retiring for the night.

[M]y wife hates cum…I think (definitely a bit long for some, but it’s something I’d like some opinions on) TL;DR included also crossposted on r/sex but failed on my first attempt.

To start off, my wife and I have been together for almost 15 years. High school sweethearts, first and only “everythings”. We both love each other very much and would never make the other uncomfortable in any situation. We have a pretty consistent sex life and are both satisfied in bed. (To my knowledge, that is. She’s not writing this, but I’ve only heard positive input on her end) I apologise in advance for any grammar issues. I ain’t always so good with the words…

There will be a TL;DR at the end if you don’t want ALL of the details. And if people want, I’d happily share other stories from our sex life as some things are exciting but realistic. So please give me some input

And a designated point that starts the recent story that makes me wonder on her feelings. So skip to the “//////” or the “TL;DR” if you are so inclined.

Sorry if the formatting is weird. This is being typed up on my phone.

[MF] Freed by your restraints. (Part 2: A beautiful monster) [non-con/dub-con] [rough] [mutual masturbation] [throat fucking]

I wake up feeling groggy, like I’ve slept for days yet haven’t slept enough. Soft morning sunlight pouring in my window, the sound of birds sweetly singing outside. It takes me a little while to fully come around. I rub my eyes and yawn, when suddenly flashes of the previous night flicker through my sleepy mind. The powder blue silk, the restraints holding my wrists and ankles in place, the fear, soft olive skin and piercing brown eyes, the pleasure and the pain. The unparalleled ecstasy I felt…and the shame that twisted pleasure bore within me. Was it all a dream? A nightmare?

I quickly find my answer hanging in the air; The musky intoxicating scent of a man still lingers there and floats around me. I look down and see that I am no longer restrained, no longer dressed in powder blue, or anything for that matter. This isn’t very unusual as I often sleep in the nude in the summer months. I wonder if my sense of smell has deceived me.. Was it all a fever dream afterall? Then I see it. My heart skips a beat. On the chaise long beside my bed. A baby pink lace garment of some sort, not mine. Draped over the pretty lace is what looks like sheer white thigh high stockings; on top of which lies a hand written note. The penmanship is quite elegant. I pick it up and read it. “Good morning, my pretty little doll. I missed you when you were sleeping. I texted your boss and told her you’re not feeling well, so we have all day to play. Take a shower and slip into this. I’ll be with you soon. I’m making you breakfast”.

At the apartment [M/F] [anal]

I open the screen door to the apartment. It’s hot, making the screen door necessary to keep cool inside. Standing on the doorstep I peer into the gloom but cannot see anyone in the lounge room. The TV is blaring away, but to no audience. I shrug and then enter. I am quiet as I pad down the carpeted hallway to the lounge where I drop my bag silently. Turning to the left there is another small hall with doors closed at each end. I walk over to the right hand door and push it halfway open.

She is sitting there, back to me in front of the computer. Her body hides the screen and she is so engrossed that she doesn’t hear me enter. The Venetian blinds are down so that the second story view across the suburbs cannot be seen. I stand there for a moment, unsure of how to announce my arrival. I hear a faint gasp and initially think that she has discovered that I am there, but as she doesn’t turn to greet me I discount the notion. Puzzled at what she is doing I take a step forward. From my new position I can see the base of the chair she is sitting on. I am surprised to see that she is naked from the waist down, her pants and knickers around her ankles. I can now see that her hand is in her lap, playing backwards and forwards, and her shoulders shake with each stroke. I am torn between continuing to pretend that I am not there or too announce my arrival, particularly as I am unsure how to do so without embarrassing her.

Us watching porn with an old friend from college is all fun and games…(MF/FF, lesbian, cream pie, masturbation)

What started out as a joke ended up being the three of us sitting in the living room looking up each other’s favorite porn video on the tv. We were staying with our friend from college when we somehow got on the topic of what turned us on. Our friend Samantha surprised us by telling us she was really into watching porn, doing almost nightly.

She hooked her computer up to the tv and opened a catalogue of folders she had saved, letting us browse her library. Hopping from folder to folder, watching snippets of everything from step sibling porn to solo videos of guys and girls, you clicked on one folder named ‘Sam.’ She gasped as she realized that her own pictures and videos were now spread across the huge screen.

“No no no, those aren’t for you!” She laughed and attempted to take the laptop back from you as you held it out of reach and scrolled through the folder, opening them as you went. I watched with my mouth open as I saw Samantha bare her entire body before our eyes. She finally gave up what little fight she had been giving and let us explore her private album. Shots of her in mirrors, laying on her bed, tanning topless, every sort of angle I could imagine was there.

Sea change (or how I mended my broken heart) [MMF], [threesome], [oral]

Just a little note before I begin. I wrote this on my phone, over the space of two night shifts. I get it’s not perfect and lacks balance. It’s very very difficult to proof read or draft under those conditions. I’m a horrible perfectionist so I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar issues or any double words and sentences that don’t make sense.

I hope it’s still enjoyable.

Please feel free to DM me if you find anything that could be edited and I’ll fix it up. Please be nice about it though and tell me if you liked my story. Flattery will get you everywhere.

Likewise, if you enjoyed it and just wanna give some feedback DM me or in the comments. x L

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I couldn’t say which of them I noticed first. To tell the truth I’d only ever seen them together. They were one of those couples who seemed to not only be close physically but also really good friends. I’d moved recently from the city to the coast. To a small town right on the beach. It’s famous for surfing, cycling, running, walking and yoga. Something to do with the magnificent clean ocean, pristine forests and open skies. Everyone has a dog.

[OC] [MF] University Lab Partner Watches Me Cum – lesbian|masturbation

I spent my first year of undergrad at the University of Texas in Austin. First semester, my lab partner in Biology 1010 was a willowy raven-haired half-Native American girl named Malia.

She was smart, kind, exotic and sexy. She lived off campus and I lived in the dorms for scholarship kids so we would study in my room. After a couple of weeks of studying, we had become pretty close friends.

I was beginning to fall for her. She used to wear low rise boot cut jeans slung down on her hips over tank top bodysuits pulled up high so a tiny bit of skin showed. She had long legs and small but firm tits. I was pretty sure she felt the same. We shared personal stories about our pasts, talked about music, film, art and she shared her native culture with me.

She told me that her tribe had an exemption to possess marijuana (I don’t think this was true, but I believed it then, maybe because it was convenient). We would occasionally smoke in my dorm and after studying for our first exam she lit up a joint and we passed it.

The Camgirl Part I: The Roommate [F] [M] [Str8] [exh] [voy] [mast]

I: Liam

Liam Greyson looked around as he entered his girlfriend’s apartment, “Hello? Marie?”

No one answered. Maybe she’s in the shower or something.

Closing the door behind him, Liam looked around. Marie’s place was incredible—way nicer than any of the freshman dorms! She had her own kitchen—well, she and her roommates did at least—and it looked like each one of them had their own room. Why had she never invited him here before?

With a sigh, Liam took out his phone to send Marie a text. She had told him the door would be unlocked, but he had assumed that was because she—or someone, at least—would be here.

“Hello?”

Liam looked up at the sound of the perky, feminine voice, and almost dropped his phone. Standing in the doorway of one of the rooms was the reason Marie had never invited him over before.

The girl’s pale skin set off her long mane of radiant, deep blue hair and matching eyes outlined by black eyeliner. She wore only knee-highs an over-sized hoodie that went down to the middle of her toned thighs. A hoodie that Liam knew hid a slim, fit body with a small, nicely rounded ass, and incredibly perky breasts. He assumed this was one of Marie’s roommates, and though he had never met the girl before, Liam had jacked off to her—most recently—two nights ago.

Peeping Molly [FF] [voyeur] [mast]

**Summary**: To everyone around her, Molly’s identity as a lesbian is a secret – this definitely includes her sexy college roommate who she secretly lusts after. One evening, Molly finds an irresistible opportunity to indulge her obsession, and she’s willing to risk her secret to seize the moment…

Feedback welcome. Thanks for reading.

 

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“What about this one, you guys?” Talia asked, posing coquettishly.

She had appeared in the living room wearing shorts and a tee that were both drastically short, even for late summer. The shirt was a black cutoff from Forever 21 with the words *looking for trouble* printed in blood red. It bloomed as she twirled, and her fit, tight bellybutton peeking out from beneath the hem seemed to hint that if you were to only look underneath, you’d find lots of smooth, soft trouble.

The jean shorts were tight and cute and had that perfect, hard-to-find deep shade of blue – that is, what little fabric they had. They fit more like yoga pants with the legs cut short, the chopped ends rolled so high that a seam of Talia’s butt cleavage drew a clearly visible line across her thigh, like an arrow pointing out which dark alleyway to go down.