[F] Prude Mom caught her virgin daughter (me, F33) having phone sex.

So I grew up in a very conservative Christian home, and my mom especially is a huge prude. She didn’t give me anything for a sex talk, just two rather unhelpful books and told me about periods in the most vague terms possible.

I’ve gotten to be a bit of an internet slut, despite still being a virgin (no, I’m not going to give up my virginity to a random Redditor, so don’t even ask), and I’ve recently gotten into phone sex.

Well, Mom was visiting a few weeks ago, and she and I did this little glamping weekend, where we rented this teeny cabin with one room of two beds (which were in full view of the only door) and a *closet* for a bathroom.

Mom gets up early, wakes me up, and says that she’s going to take a long walk, about an hour or two, but I need be ready to go for the day when she gets back.

I think I have tons of time, so I start chatting with people online, and one of my regulars is available for some phone sex, so they call me up and we start going at it.

How my life changed forever. Part 4 [Mast] [M] [F]

Part 4

I awaken what felt like days later, but must have only been a few hours. The sun had mad it’s way across the sky and the afternoon was drawing on. I looked around our clearing and found that Hannah and myself were alone. The men had evidently left a while ago leaving us battered, bruised and covered in cum asleep in the woods for anyone to come across. Hannah slept fitfully next to me every so often her hand would reach underneath her knickers and would rest a few moments on her clit. Each time this happened Hannah would bite her lip and call out for more.

I raised myself to my feet and almost collapsed from the pain. My jaw ached and my arse felt like it was on fire. I tentatively reached back there and what was once a tight hole so now offered little resistance when I pushed my finger against it. I was shocked just how it easy it was now to slip it inside. I found the remains of my trousers shredded the previous night by the first man who fucked me. My wallet and phone were gone, an adequate exchange I thought for what ended up becoming the greatest night of my life. The only clothing I had left was the shirt that had somehow stayed on throughout our adventure. It was ruined of course covered in dirt, cum and piss. I removed it and stretched my aching muscles. Bruises covered my torso, but I did not care.

Watching [mast] [female pov]

Working from home isn’t all bad, I thought as I glanced up from my desk and watched four twenty-something year old men unload their equipment from the tree service trucks. My husband had arranged for the guys to take down some trees around the property. They had their instructions and wouldn’t bother me as I worked, or so the foreman promised. Too bad, considering their muscular shoulders and arms… I felt the warmth growing between my legs and considered rubbing one out. No, I had to get some work done first.

The morning dragged on while we all worked, while I enjoyed the pleasant view of strong arms out of the corner of my eye. A few times my fingers wandered down and lightly rubbed my pussy lips through my yoga pants. My arousal hadn’t subsided. By now my swollen pussy was noticeably wet. I wondered which of the young studs had the biggest cock. I realized that I was watching one in particular. No more than 25, with beautiful, dark chocolate skin and rippling muscles that could lift me up onto his cock and hold me in place while he fucked me with no reservations. I longed to see what was in his pants. The sweat glistening off of his skin begged to be tasted. I couldn’t take it anymore.

A curtain for my fantasies. [MF] [Exhibitionist & Voyeur] [Teasing] [Masturbation] [Couple sex] [squirting]

Before I start, just a few words.

This is my first erotic story, so please excuse me for any grammatical errors (English is not my native language).

So I welcome any criticism, or advice, to the text so that I can correct myself in the future for any new story.

This is just a little fantasy of mine that I had for quite some time and I never tried to write it down, so it’s the time.

Hope you will enjoy it.

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I imagine myself in a large bright room. Sitting in a heavy leather
chair. In front of me a white curtain. Suddenly a nice girl enters the
room. I’ve known this girl and we’ve known each other for years, since
school. Well, this girl is the one I’ve always dreamed of fucking
intensely, unfortunately she has always enjoyed just teasing me,
sometimes with photos and rarely just telling me about her sexual
adventures about her, so ruthless. Oh how many times I have maturbated thinking of her naked body.

The Gang’s Slave

Summer wasn’t anything special for me. To be honest, I liked the structure of school. My dad is a high level executive at a company you probably deal with daily, and my mom is his trophy wife. Neither of them are home often, and I always have too much time on my hands.

This summer was the exact same as every single one before it–boring. My dad insisted that I go to a catholic girl’s highschool, but despite graduating, I still hadn’t made any friends. As for boys? I was a late bloomer. By the time I hit puberty, I was too introverted to even speak to boys my age in person. At most I would e-date, but even that got boring very quickly. However, there was one rebellious trait I had; I would sell weed to my classmates.

Back when I was sixteen, my older cousin introduced me to weed. And I had nothing better to do besides smoke, even though I didn’t even really enjoy it. But I had been introduced to Terrance. Terrance was my dealer initially, and he treated me rather well, giving me decent prices. When I told him some girls in school had been asking about weed, he have me a fourth and told me to sell it to them. He even let me keep the entire stack. Of course we settled on half-and-half later.

A Rainy Night

It’s raining heavily outside and I hear the doorbell ring. I am baffled to hear it as it’s very late in the night and go to open the door. I open the door and see you standing on the other side, your top and jeans completely drenched. I am amazed to see you and as we exchange our greetings my eyes move downwards and freeze. The cold causes your nipples to stand erect and peer through the fabric of your top that is clinging to your chest. The wet top leaves nothing to the imagination as the outline of your boobs is very clear. You see me ogling them and smirk, allowing me to ogle them for another minutes before you call out my name, snapping me out of the trance that your boobs put me in. I stutter and reply yes, to which u jokingly ask whether I am going to invite you in or just keep checking you out. My cheeks grow red from embarrassment and I invite you in. You go by me and as you do, you rub your right hand at my crotch passing that infamous sly smile of yours making my cock twitch hard making me shudder. You feel it too and the smile on your face grows even bigger and you go into the studio apartment leaving me frozen on the door. I snap out of it, close the door and follow you inside. I offer you a towel, which u decline opening your bag to take out your own, yours eyes widening as u open it. I ask what’s wrong and you sheepishly reply that the chain must have been open bcoz of which all your clothes have become wet. But that’s not all and as you open your bag you notice that your entire stuff is drenched in water and not even your undergarments have been able to escape the water. The only thing that’s dry enough is to wear is a black lace thong that you recently bought to try it out. This revelation makes me chuckle and you become noticeably red in the cheeks. I start drying your hair with the towel which you take from my hand and I take my leave to put water on the kettle to make some hot coffee. I ask you to go to my room where I give you my blood red shirt to wear and leave to let you change your clothes. I forget my phone in the room and as I come back to grab it, I forget to knock entering the room to see you standing in front of me, wearing the thong and the shirt completely unbuttoned giving me a perfect view of your luscious breast. We both freeze looking at each other. My cock rises to full mast as the scene in front of my eyes is a sight to behold. Your wet hair open, the breasts peeking out of the shirt, the lace of your thong luring me to rip it apart and see what’s behind it. You start buttoning up, your movement unfreezing me yet again and I close my eyes, apologize and turn around to go out but then I hear,” stop! turn around, it’s okay.” I do and you are standing there with a smile and I notice you had stopped at the exact button which you were at when you turned around and with the smile button up the remaining of the shirt. And there I am dumbfounded, ogling every inch of you.

Professor finds student on Reddit. Part 2 [MF]

I’ve never used anyone in my office before, and this feels like I’ve just opened the door to allowing all of my fantasies to be fulfilled at work. The next time I see her, I’m not going to hold back. And even now, I don’t know if she’ll be enough to satiate me. My mind cannot stop racing, dreaming of all I want to do. Of pinning her down, marking her, and tying her to my desk, my little fucktoy just waiting for me in my office. Thankfully, the next day I have a research seminar in the morning, and don’t have to think about teaching students. I can have a brief respite from all I want to do with her; all I’m going to do to her.

That time I [M] gave one of my best friends [F] her first orgasm ever! :)

For some backstory: me and a friend of mine met in college when I was 19 and we’ve been close ever since. About two or three months after we met she invited me to her apartment and we ended up making out and eventually having sex three times before the night was over. Her roommate probably wasn’t pleased lol.

Anyway, the next time I was over at hers she confided in me that she’d never had an orgasm. She said that sex and masturbation always felt amazing to her, but she’d never experienced the explosive “wow” feeling, that bursting release of pleasure that everyone talked about. In fact, she’d only ever felt a “buildup,” (what she called the mounting sensation she felt was rushing towards…something) once with an one night stand and once when she was fingering herself. She didn’t want us to focus on it when we had sex, but wanted to be honest. So for years we’ve had a good friendship, great sex, and a fun time learning each other’s likes, dislikes, kinks, and everything else. But as much as we’ve grown and experimented, both with each other and with other people, she still never had an orgasm.

[MF] Work From Head

Long-time reader first time poster!

Like many people, I’ve been working from home since March 2020 and have been resisting returning to the office until most people are fully vaccinated. In the beginning, I lived with a roommate but have since moved into my own place just down the street from my recently unemployed girlfriend. I’ll call her Rae. She’s 24, 5’7, brunette with an adorable face, and the best fit curves I’ve ever seen. She’s really a handful if you know what I mean ;) I’m 26, 6’1, bearded with a swimmers torso, and halfway between fit and dad bod.

On a normal day, Rae walks down to join me for coffee and snacks while I work at my standing desk. Rae is a smiley ball of energy who loves to tease me while I work by grabbing my ass. She’s an absolute Rae of sunshine.

Yesterday afternoon, Rae joined me for some snacks and just to spend time in the same space while I worked. And of course, to touch my butt and send me posts of women she thinks are sexy (she’s bisexual). As the frequency of the butt grabs increased I could tell I wasn’t the only one getting excited…..

College Study Group – Part 1 [M/F] [Shower] [masturbation] [anal play] [tease] [18+] [nsfw]

My phone shook in my fingers slightly as I typed out the words, “You going to study group? ?” and hit send.

As soon as I did, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. The thought of him next to me always made my heart pound a little faster and my pussy ache little harder.

I had asked our professor after class if I could be in the same study group as one of the other girls in biology class, but really it was DJ that I wanted to be grouped with. At least “DJ” was what we all called him. He was from Ireland and his actual name was Deaglan Jack Cooney, but his close friends started calling him DJ and it just kind of stuck.

I’m not sure if it was just because he was foreign or some other reason, but the moment I saw him I was struck by his beauty. There was a deep intensity in his eyes, yet a playful softness in smile.