I[F] blew him while he ate tacos

About a month ago, I met a fine piece of man on Tinder. We talked for about a week, got a hotel room, and spent the night together. It was fun and hot. I’ve actually been mostly celibate for 3.5 years. We ended the hotel trip with him fucking me in the ass.

We’ve talked a little bit off and on in the past month, but he texted me out of the blue yesterday. The conversation instantly turned into “Why don’t you come out to my place?” So, we set up an impromptu meeting for the end of the day.

As soon as he came over, I had to kiss him. Fuck, he’s so hot. I was horny all day thinking about him coming over. He’s an amazing kisser too.

We fooled around for a while, making out real fucking sloppy and me sucking his cock. We went to take a break and go eat some of the food he brought. We were standing in the kitchen – him in only his underwear, me in a tshirt and undies. He was eating a taco. I was rubbing on him all over.

Girl in the mirror [masturbation] [self-love]

Tall, young, feminist, who always loves to be the one in control, this is how I’ll describe myself. I love to be the one in power. My ex, with whom I was living with for almost 6 months, also accepted and loved me the way I am. He always loved to put me in charge. We enjoyed the sweetness of power and decadence, lighting us equally on fire. Deliciously self-indulgent. Well, after we broke-up I switched to another town for my studies. New town, new girl scenes. I had no lovers to entertain -helpless me. I was living with my roommate. One day, my roommate was gonna be out for a complete day. I was alone. I couldn’t contain myself. I asked her what time she’d be home. Tomorrow morning, she said. That night, it was nine o’clock. I  cleaned my room, my bed, etc. 

Submitting Abroad: Part 1 [MF/MFF] [mast][oral]

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It was during my senior year of university that the opportunity arose: a semester abroad in the heart of Italy, Roma herself. It had always been my dream to live outside the States for an extended period of time, and coupled with my passion for Roman history and collegiate focus on antiquity, it was the perfect finish to an arduous scholastic career.

Now I found myself at 35,000 feet over the Atlantic, alone, having left the few good friends that I still had back in Los Angeles. My parents hadn’t come by to see me off, nor had I expected them to. They had effectively cut me off earlier that year after discovering some unwelcome news about my sexual orientation.

[MF] [mast] [voy] [medieval] THE CONTEST – In a time, long ago, forced to marry, a young woman devises a test for her suitors. A medieval sex story.

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“Daughter, you know I love you very much and I respect your intelligence, but you must marry and marry soon. Your sisters insist.”

The young woman nodded and made a sour face. “I have found no man I can respect, father. I have tried, honestly.”

“I know,” he said. “But I am going to stage a tourney for your hand.”

She shook her head. “Please, for the right to court me but not, I hope, to marry without my consent.”

“Very well, to court you. But I want you married by next month, three weeks. Understand?”

“What sort of tourney?”

“Athletic mostly, some chess perhaps, wrestling, quarter-staff, archery. That sort of thing.”

“I would like to add an event. One I would conduct personally.”

Her father wrinkled his forehead and waited.

“Ejaculation, sir.” She smiled. “Ejaculation for both distance and quantity.”

“You jest!”

“No sir. I insist. The man I choose must be capable of pleasing me and of fathering your heirs. Oh, and size of his, what shall I call it… member, eh?”

Here Comes the Bride (Str8) (MF) (Mast)(Virgin)

# Here Comes the Bride

Here Comes the Bride

[I walk into my apartment with a load of groceries and Stacey and Kelley are both on the couch reading a bridal magazine.] “Did I proposed to you two in my sleep?” [Kelley looks up and smiles] “Maybe. Just kidding my little sister had these left over from when she was looking for her wedding dress and we got interested.”

[I head to the kitchen to put the groceries away and start dinner.] “Who wants Shepard pie? Or would you like some beef tips and buttered noodles?”

[Stacey is on the couch still looking at the bridal Magazine and Kelley is washing the dinner dishes. I am at my desk doing some remote work for a private client of mine] “Will, do you think this would look good on me?” [Stacey sits up and turns the magazine towards me] “You realize you just asked a man about fashion, or do I need to remind you of the Sandal/sock debacle?” [I turn to look at the mag and realize I can not say that I would worshiper her as a Satin clad goddess in this dress.] “Yes you would be a beautiful bride in that. With your black hair and that white dress.” [I need a cold shower right now.] “Will, I think I would look great in the dress two pics to the left” [said Kelley…oh crap I need to import a water fall flowing melted snow water on my…I now have two goddesses in satin to worship] “Yes your eyes would pop in that.” [God forgive me but I am changing my religion to the worship of Kelley and Stacey in White satin bridal gowns]

A lesson in Sexual Mathematics [M/F] [Slight BDSM] [DDlg] [Trigger warning]

G sat on the train back from the city, aimlessly surfing on his phone. He had been working all day, and was ready to wind down at the hotel. Normally, his day would be done and he would be alone. Not lately, though. More than a year ago, he started an amazing sexual relationship with a sales rep at his company, and she would be waiting for him in the room. His phone buzzed and the text interrupted his aimless surfing. “In the room waiting for you ;)” It was her. She finished her day, and was now back at the hotel. He was tired, but she always gave his body a jolt. “2 stops away” he responded, and went back to stupid memes. He may be in his 40s, but he is young at heart.

Lena snapped her thong in place, and made sure the bright red fabric framed her ass cheeks. Just like he liked it. She looked in the mirror. Her white skin looked bright and pink, she couldn’t wait to see his caramel body, feeling her all over. She slipped on the sheer chemise and gave her nipples a quick pinch. She loved how perky they got when he was close by. She poured 2 whiskeys, one for her, and a double for him. She wanted to make sure he was relaxed and comfortable, to leave all his stress at the door.

[MF] [mast] [cheating] [intr] [voy] HOT FOR NEIGHBOR – Cheating white husband is seduced by the black neighbor lady next door. A cheating interracial sex story.

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My wife and I have been married for ten years. We’d grown up together and were ‘high school sweethearts’. We married out of high school; we lived with my parents and both worked to save up for our own place. After we moved out I was switched to the three to eleven-thirty PM shift. It did mean more money and my wife was able to cut back her hours. We had found a second-floor apartment.

The house used to be one family at first. There had been no front porch back then our next-door neighbor told us. There were bars on all the first-floor windows even though it wasn’t a bad neighborhood. With the enclosed front porch the two windows looked strange barred like that.

We never got to know our initial downstairs neighbors. But a few years ago a new couple moved in. They were African-American, I never got to meet the husband but I did see the wife. She was a few years older than my wife and me, tall, slim but curvy with a large chest. We never talked but I found out she and my wife began to spend time together in the evenings.

One Night in a Onesie [F] [Mast] [Risky]

The way this story is told will be a little different than my others…

I’m visiting my friends in another state again. We all decided to have a onesie night and watch movies while wearing our onesies. We passed around some smoke, taking long, deep inhales. Very soon we were all quite high. Throughout the whole day I was getting teased and worked up, by the time we changed into our onesies and smoked I was frustratingly pent up. When I went to change into my onesie, I took off my panties and bra, leaving nothing underneath the loose zipper. My breasts pushed the limits of the zipper and the fabric around my ass was tight. The onesie I chose for tonight has a tail on it, swinging with every shake of my ass. It was very obvious I wore no undergarments.

We all hung out in the living room smoking and watching whatever the group decided on. I kept checking my phone to read suggestive messages and look at lewd pictures. I kept slightly rocking my hips as my arousal grew unbearable. I kept looking around to make sure I wasn’t being noticed and put a blanket over myself.

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Twenty-One – Malfoy’s Business Expansion

Disclaimer: The original story is on sexstories.com and is by an author named Avatrek but they have been inactive for 11 years, thought I’d repost so someone else can appreciate it.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mf, mf, ncon, x-mast, grope, magic, mc, spank, voy

Draco Malfoy was enjoying life; his latest revenge plot and money-making scheme had netted him a decent amount of gold in just a couple of weeks. It had taken him a week to perfect his revenge plot and the spells and enchantments which were needed, but after testing them out on his loyal slut Pansy Parkinson, he was very pleased with the results. Malfoy had used the ‘Imperio Prostitutus’ spell on a charmed coin and had branded her with it to control her actions. Malfoy used this power to turn her into a common prostitute, charging twenty Galleons to whoever wanted to fuck her. It had been a week since Malfoy had branded Pansy and turned her into his very first unknowing prostitute, and although he had been raking in good gold, he knew he could make more and further his plot for revenge against Hermione Granger if he expanded his business. He wasn’t quite ready to make Hermione a card-carrying member of his little prostitution ring, but he was ready to add a second piece of ass to his escort service.

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Eighteen – The Party

Disclaimer: The original story is on sexstories.com and is by an author named Avatrek but they have been inactive for 11 years, thought I’d repost so someone else can appreciate it.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mff, mff, ncon, x-mast, grope, hp, magic, spank

The First Task was over for Harry and the other champions, with all of them getting through the event, relatively unscathed. Fleur received a few burns, but Harry, Cedric and Krum were kind enough to give her a soothing lotion rubdown to treat her. Harry had had his way with Hermione; using an enchanted necklace, he had been able to lower Hermione’s inhibitions and make her suck his cock. Not only that, but Ron had apologized for the way he had been acting towards Harry after the task and as a reward, Harry had been kind enough to lend over the still sexually uninhibited Hermione to Ron, so he could get his rocks off as well. Ron had fucked Hermione silly for nearly twenty minutes before depositing a massive quantity of cum, deep inside the teen witch’s vulnerable womb. Luckily for Hermione, she was able to steal another vial of pregnancy potion and avoid any possible pregnancy. After that, she and Ron decided to run up to Gryffindor Tower and set up a little party for Harry, with the help of Seamus, Dean, Fred and George.