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[MFM] Our best friend and me gave my wife a nude massage (part 2)

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The following Wednesday, before her second massage class with Steve, Lill stepped into a shower and came out wrapped in a towel. “Baby?” she said. “Were you serious about the rose underwear?”

I thought about it for a moment. The truth was, I had been serious about it at the time. It seemed like a lark that was somehow also pretty hot for some reason…but I was a bit worried that Steve might too uncomfortable.

*Ah, what the heck*, I said to myself. I totally trusted Lill and Steve, and this was just a bit of sexy-but-not-too-serious fun really. Aloud, I said, “Of course! I’m always serious.”

Lill shook her head at me, then went to her drawers and pulled out the rose underwear. They were so light and intangible, they were barely clothing at all. Facing away from me, she dropped her towel and put them on, then turned to look at me questioningly.

“You sure you’re sure?” She said. Her body was slim and her small breasts were barely contained under the thin lace roses of her bra. Under her panties, her trimmed public hair was clearly visible, her clit peeking slightly out of her labia. She was stunning. Read more »

Foxy Temptations [MF] [CNC] [Kemonomimi]

I had just been told I needed to stay late at the office for the umpteenth night in a row, and when I watched my boss stroll out and go on her merry way, I would be lying if I said there wasn’t a large part of me that considered walking out after her and giving a big middle finger to this place. But I knew better than to give into such an impulse. This job was good, it was just this project which had been a pain in the ass for the last couple of weeks. As I stared at the seemingly never-ending document of hastily and poorly written copy in front of me, it felt like my very soul was being drained from me and I could hardly remember why I got into the editing field.

My long, fuzzy ears twitched and stood up straight when I heard my phone ding. I turned it over to check what the notification was from. Speaking of sucking my soul out. I thought, unable to help but smile as I saw it was a message from my lovely wife. Read more »

My Roommate, The Sissy [M29/F22] [Sissy] [Toys] [Masturbation]

About two years ago my roommate left town. He was leaving the place we share for about five years. He had a job offer he couldn’t decline. So I had to look for a new person to share my apartment with, because back then I wasn’t able to afford it on my own. And I didn’t wanted to loose my home. Because it was affordable and I just loved living in it.

Many people showed up and took a tour through the place. Most of them weren’t down my alley. Of those who were some just didn’t want to move in with me. It just took some time to find the right new roommate. And luckily one day, he showed up.

He was about twenty two years old and something between him and twenty nine year old me just made click. He genuinely liked my place, he could stand me and so he asked me if he could move in. I told him that I needed some time to think about it, but about two hours later I sent him a simple message: “You can move in, if you like.” Read more »

Waking up in a friend’s bed [MF]

There’s something uniquely sexy in coming back to a past lover, rediscovering and then learning more about each other, fucking in a whole new way.

BACKGROUND:

I met Mia during our sophomore year of university. We had a couple classes together, chatted and quickly hit it off. She was on our school’s D2 volleyball team (as the libero for my vball fans) and had that perfectly-toned college athlete body: 5’6″, 120 pounds, small but perky, breasts with light pink nipples that betrayed how horny she constantly was, a faint outline of a six pack, and dirty blonde hair falling to her shoulders in soft waves. In turn, I’m 5’11” and 175, dark brown hair with olive skin, and a lifelong swimmer.

But, dear reader, most of all and what I could wax poetic about for hours, was her ass. My god. Volleyball does miraculous things to thighs and butts. She was a petite girl but did squats for days. Mia’s ass was that perfect bubble, perky, muscled, built from countless hours of sweat yet made to be slapped and fucked endlessly, truly callipygian. Especially on her overall willowy frame, it was first thing noticed. I came to expect whenever we went out that men and women, fiends and angels alike, would turn their heads toward her like gravity. Read more »

Her best friend interrupted us and then inserted herself into the equation [FMF]

On a warm summer night, close to a decade ago now, my girlfriend Paige and I went to a concert with her life-long best friend Taylor.

Paige was 24 years old and around 5’8″ tall. She was a voluptuous, tattooed beauty with ear gauges and shoulder length blonde hair. Her breasts were small, paired with a full, supple ass. We had been dating for around two years at this point and shared an apartment together.

Paige’s eternal best friend Taylor was 25 years old and couldn’t have been any taller than 5’5″. Her head was shaved except for bangs and a rat tail of dreadlocks, and her pale skin was adorned with several tattoos, her nose with a septum piercing. Everything about her was petite, except for her tits, which were quite large compared to the rest of her (I had seen them once before, when Taylor had casually changed tops in front of me). Our male friends were all in love with her, and any one of them would have killed to fuck her. Some of them she lead on with sadistic joy, flirting and making out, but rarely going all the way. I’ll never forget the satisfied joy twinkling in one of my buddy’s eyes when he declared to me that Taylor had actually fucked him, riding him on a couch at the end of a party. But I digress. Read more »

My bf is an asshole, so I [F22] fuck his kind friend [M25] like a whore. [Cheating]

My boyfriend Don got lucky with me. I was curious and wanted to see for myself if things were true with him. His parents are stupidly well off and he’s not bad looking, works out the mirror muscles too much and skips leg day and basically only talks to chicks that he’s attracted to. Yeah Don, I fucking know you do it. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been fucking behind my back too but I honestly didn’t care, or wouldn’t if he didn’t talk shit about cheating all the time. But I digress. Enough about him for now.

Call me Jess and I have to say I know I’m a work of art. I hit hit the gym, where I met Don, every other day and really go for a look. I dye my hair blond and try to keep things simple. I was a bit of a tomboy growing up so being fit was always more important to me than getting dressed up.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t rock a mean dress. Read more »

An Orgasm A Day… [FF, schoolgirl, forced orgasm]

Every character in this story is 18+. The story gets quite extreme and there is mild urethra insertion.

*But what keeps the nurse away?* Sylvia wondered, as she always did, staring at the smiling thumbs-up girl on the ‘An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away’ poster in the waiting area of the school infirmary. That girl’s skirt was way shorter than school regulations would allow. *They can’t even get their own dumb policies straight.*

“Sylvia, thanks for coming early. No pun intended. Take your clothes off and lie down; I’ll be right with you.” The nurse tapped her padded examination table, a place where hundreds of girls had thousands of orgasms since the new mandatory rule was enacted to quell a rise in student depression. It was on that table that Sylvia had her first sexual experience; two hours of experimentation with the nurse to finally have a passable orgasm and a checked box next to her name on the sheet. She was a difficult case… which was probably why the nurse always insisted she arrived earlier than anyone else in the morning. Read more »

Say “Aaahhh” [M/f] [both 30s] [Deepthroat] [Spit] [Daddy Dom] [Female Masturbation]

She rolled onto her back and opened her mouth wide, sticking out her pierced tongue and putting her throat on display. Her eyes were closed from her wide grin, and she squirmed her naked body on the mattress. Her little “aaahhh” noise was an eager invitation, and he was all too happy to oblige her.

“Stay still, now, little one.”

He shifted to stand over her head, which was hanging off the bed. Softly, he caressed her skin from above. Over and across her thighs, squeezing her hips as he passed. He gently petted her sides up to her breasts, where he paused to grope and squeeze his darling property. The woman beneath him wiggled happily and made another “aaahhh,” using her closeness to reach out her tongue and stroke it along his cock.

Her owner chuckled and gave her breasts another firm squeeze before sliding them up further to her throat.

“Good girl…”

A soft squeeze before he slid himself inside her gaping, dripping, needy mouth. Almost instantly, she wrapped her lips around his tip and swirled her tongue around him. The sensation of the little metal ball in her tongue was heavenly, and as she swirled it around, he began to thrust in her mouth, drawing needy moans from both of them. Read more »

The Box [M|F|mid-20s][masturbation][anal][perhaps some magic]

Katelyn found herself sitting up in her bed and staring at her bedroom closet door. She stashed *the box* atop a few shoe boxes in the back of her closet and she found that she had been thinking about it more and more every time she used it. Her limbs felt heavy. Her bedroom was inked in grey shadow. The light of the streetlamps outside seeped in through her blinds casting faded horizontal slits across her room. She reached over to her bedside table and checked her phone. She stared at the screen, blinking slowly. It was 2:44 in the morning. She let her phone slide from her fingers, and it fell back down the bedside table with a dull thud.

The box in her closet was a plain wooden crate, old, battered, and covered in countless faded shipping stamps. It was, for the most part, an unassuming box. It was the contents of that box that kept her up at night.

Her nightshirt was bundled up, twisted around her waist, and the fabric clung uncomfortably to her skin. Read more »