Warm Summer Days

The midday heat had started to wane, but it was still hot enough outside to be uncomfortable. The kids were unaffected however, running around outside free from the classrooms for at least two more weeks. Parents took shelter in what shade they could find for the next hour or so until the sun set.

Aaron walked down the tree lined street of the suburban neighborhood. A line of affluent houses on one side, and the neighborhood park on the other. It was just a few short blocks from the train station to his home, but the walk was afforded him a great view of the local scenery.

It wasn’t the meticulously maintained home gardens or the tree blends that lined the side walk that interested Aaron. It was the wife of the new couple that had just moved into the neighborhood, ready to start a family. It was the nanny of the young boy who was too afraid to play with the other kids. It was the two sisters, back from their junior and senior year at college, getting ready for the fall semester.

Saints to Sluts CH.3 (The Cute Nephew) [FM] [ANAL] [AUNT/NEPHEW] [HIJABI/PAKISTANI/MUSLIM]

Read the first 2 Chapters to get versed with the story

Monday 10th March 2014, 10:30 AM Lahore, Pakistan

Zubiya was a thirty nine year old Muslim Hijabi woman who lived with her husband Arshad and their three children a son named Imran (19) and two daughters Ayesha (18) and Meshwish (15) in the famous city of Lahore, Pakistan. She was a religious woman and loved her family and her hsuband who despite being religious still loved her and cared for her unlike most men in Pakisatni society from their generation but if their was one flaw it was sex. They had not had sex now for three years and Zubiya sometimes missed it and it’s not like they were doing it every night before as well but once a month or two months is better than not doing it for three years. She had always loved sex but was afraid to admit it and be considered a bad Muslimah so she just stayed quiet and in some way she understood that Arshad was busy making sure that their family was well off and their children got quality education at top schools and universities of the city and in that way life was going good. It all changed though whit a wedding in their family and her brother in law Akbar came back from the states with his family and his new wife Salma who was a Lebanese woman and her son Ali who was nineteen years old and looked liked a decent kid and ofcourse her niece Mariam from Arshad’s first wife and they stayed with them. Zubiya loved having them as she thought that guests were a blessing from God and it’ll help her family in everything. As the wedding went by everybody was enjoying themselves but on many occasions Zubiya had a feeling that Ali was staring at her and would look away when she looked back and this continued even after the wedding was over but she shrugged it off thinking why would he look at me I am his aunt and besides there were so many other pretty young girls for him to look at and she put it at the back oh her head.

[FM] Cocksucker: A simple Blpwjob story told from her pov.

I was sitting in the middle of Max’s living room. I had gone to the bathroom for a minute to freshen up; when I returned to the living room of his small apartment near the campus of FSU, Barry White was pulsing from the stereo, and Max had lit some tall red tapered candles on the coffee table. A typical romantic mood setting cliché.
Poor Max was trying so hard to get in my pants. We had just met a few hours ago at a kegger. Max was an average looking guy, about 5″9, short brown hair, and kind of skinny. He had convinced me to come up to his apartment around 2:00 this morning; the party we had just left was getting loud and out of control, and we could barely hear our own voices.

He was probably thinking “Please, God, I hope I get lucky. I’m really horny and want to score tonight, but I always strike out.” We had already made out a bit at the party, and I could clearly see the bulge in his jeans. He wanted me so badly…but probably thought he wouldn’t get much further than second base.

Boy was he wrong!

Chloe the Roommate 8 [TF/M]

Took longer than I was planning but I think I made it longer to make up for it. Enjoy!!

Chloe the Roommate Part 8

See. Chloe naked all day? Hell yeah, who wouldn’t want to see that. “What are the other rules?”

“If everything goes how I’m hoping, you will find out soon.”

“Fair enough. They take off those clothes.”

“You first”

I tried my best to put on a show but I felt like I wasn’t doing much. Chloe however thought differently as she was rubbing the outside of her shorts. I could see the bulge.

There I was standing in front of a girl, my roommate, my girlfriend, naked and at about half mast. She looked me up and down and then stood up and pushed me back down.

[M]y one night stand with a cute [F] I met that night off of AOL

For my Sept. monthly submission I choose to reflect back on a Polish gal I met off of AOL 19 years ago when I was 25. Her name started with an ‘I,’ and perhaps it’s ubiquitous in Poland, but in case it is as unique as I thought at the time, I will just call her ‘Iris,’ to protect her anonymity.

It’s only my opinion, but I think a good one-night-stand story should meet four criteria: (1) It should include intercourse; (2) It should be mutual – both parties should go into the ‘stand’ knowing it’s just a one-nighter; (3) It may seem obvious, but it must truly be one-time-only – any return trip to the fountain disqualifies it; and (4) There must be something unique that happened unlike any other hook-up you’ve ever had.

I think I’m going to make a good little slut. [FM]

So I recently left my fiancee after an 11 year relationship and moved in with my sister, I almost immediately started sleeping with her roommate bringing my total sex partners up to 2. Yesterday I had my first real slutty experience and holy oh my fuck was it amazing.

I was at the mall with my sister and her girlfriend to buy some new clothes, after spending WAY too long in forever 21, they went to the video game store and I hit the food court. I spotted a really cute guy and decided to sit near him so I could causally oggle him while I ate since I’m allowed to do shit like that now that I’m single. He looked a little younger than me, early 20s maybe 25 at the oldest, long green hair that went about halfway down his back, super cute round baby face with a goatee, fucking BEAUTIFUL collar bone, didn’t even know collar bones could be beautiful but there it was lol. And what looked like decently muscular arms but not body builder type with a few random tribal looking tattoos.

[FM] A typical massage session

As I’ve mentioned in r/SluttyConfessions, I am an independent massage therapist that runs my own spa out of my home. Some people have asked me to offer more details into it, and so I’d figured I’d discuss a typical session that I do everyday.

First, my house is on a 10+ acre lot on the outskirts of town. I also have a separated building that was once a guest house that I now use for my spa. I have scrubs that I wear for my some of my non-sexual clients, but I encourage nudity in the spa and there are some days where I’m naked all day long.

A typical male client will go like this:

Most of them order the same thing every week, a few guys who can afford it like variety, but typically what they can afford on a regular basis they get every single time. When they arrive, I am of course already naked.

After exchanging payment, I require all of my clients to be shower fresh. They will leave all of their clothes in a basket and head upstairs to use my big walk in shower to get clean. Loyal customers will get the house specialty, me joining them in the shower to use my large breasts as loofahs, followed by a soapy tit fuck where I let them cum all over my face.

I set my fiance up with my hairdresser! [FM]

My hairdresser who I’ve been going to for over two years is almost a decade older than me, with only one child, and we always have nice girl talks.

Earlier this year, she confided in me how her sex life with her husband for half a year has pretty much died and she kind of accepted it that’s how it’s gonna be. But recently she’s been feeling extra horny which lasted for almost two months now, and no amount of masturbation can quell it. Then she asked how mine is going, since at that time I was a couple months in with my engagement and we were planning on buying an apartment. Before I answered I remembered that my fiancé always thought my hairdresser was hot, even I do because she really is, so to see if I can stoke the flame of adultery I told her the truth, that we have sex everyday and even experiment with things to keep it from being boring.

Losing It – Part 5 [FF][Dickgirl/Futanari][Oral][Teasing]

^﴾ ^Content: ^18+, ^asphyxiation, ^big ^dick, ^breathplay, ^bullying, ^choking, ^cum ^facial, ^cum ^in ^hair, ^cum ^in ^mouth, ^cum ^swallow, ^edging, ^excessive ^cum, ^girls ^with ^dicks, ^handjob, ^masturbation, ^multiple ^orgasms, ^oral ^sex ^[fellatio], ^orgasm ^denial ^﴿

## Chapter 5⸻Feelings

My heart went into cardio mode as Millie crawled between my thighs, pounding against my rib cage in a rush to supply my rouging cheeks and stiffening cock. With each passing second, my legs went higher and my back went lower. Soon enough, I was flat on the mattress with my ankles against the headboard.

I started… giggling again. I don’t know why. I tried to stop, but it just made it worse. Her half-dry mop of turquoise hair blocked the light from overhead as she crouched over me, and the butterflies in my stomach began to swarm. She crawled forward another half step, and let my legs fall onto her shoulders, which kept me balled up and freed her hands.

She used one of them to do that… thing… again. Where she dropped her dick onto my mons. It rang through my bones like a church bell. Her half-flaccid beast flopped over my comparatively dwarfed cock, which disappeared beneath the smothering mass. The display proved somewhat magnetic to my gaze, and I found myself staring like my eyes were glued in place.

My Depressed Masturbation (Solo F)

When I touch myself, I am the loneliest. Feeling each crevice of my body craving the warmth of a lover too far in reach. On my saddest days, I touch myself to escape the pain, the numbing feeling of being abandoned and used by many. Stockholm syndrome as you will. I am a prisoner in my vices; just wanted to be held, to be embraced. As I feel my nipples harden, my pussy begins to swell up and become so wet for the thought of my hands trailing down my body.

I massage my breasts in the hope you can teleport yourself to me; just to imagine not my sweet touch. I go to escape from my darkest sorrows with my deep, dark desires. I pain, I scream. My scream was muffled with the imaginary feeling of your hands all over me. Just completely surrender to the thought of my hands as your hands.

But I have to remember, these hands belong to me. And these hands are the only thing that knows how to please me; my hands are the keys to my desires.