LONG DISTANCE FACIAL [Mf] [creampie] [mast] [facial]

I live on the 3rd floor of a walk up. Outside of my window, I look into an alleyway. But there are some ground floor apartments down there. And two of them are lucky. They’ve got little “back yards.” One of them is a woman named Holly. She’s 23 and we’ve hung out before.

One evening, I sneezed in my apartment. She shouted, “Bless you!” And that’s how we met. She’s hot. Of course. And she sunbathes in the summer. If I look outside, I might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her in a g-string bikini. Maybe she thinks I’m watching. Maybe she doesn’t. Either way, it’s hot. I opened my window once and saw her on her back, struggling to rub tanning oil on herself.

“You missed a spot!” I shouted.

“Fuck off!” She said, laughing. “Come down here and help a girl out?”

I went downstairs. Slathered her body in oil. Rubbed her just a little too good. Soon, she was moaning, nibbling her bottom lip. It turned into a full blown massage.

“Jesus, your hands are amaaaazing,” she groaned. “Lower.”

I moved my hands a little lower.

AFTER WE BROKE UP, SHE BECAME A HUGE SLUT [mf] [facial] [rimjob] [oral] [squirt] [mast]

Amy and I had been together for about three years. Our relationship, as most, started off pretty hot and heavy. We met in a bar and headed out into the alley for some fresh air. She seemed chill to me, but when she hoisted her skirt up, squatted down and pissed on the ground — not even bothering to go behind a Dumpster — I knew she was wild. She held eye contact with me the entire time while she finished her story.

We took an Uber home. She invited me upstairs. It was all a blur, it happened so fast. My cock was in her mouth. She was sitting on my face, grinding back and forth. I ate her asshole from behind. On the sofa. I think? And then I was inside of her. Pumping away as fast and as hard as I could. It either lasted no time at all, or hours and hours. Like I said. It was a blur.

But it didn’t take long for things to sour. We started fighting. She wanted to move in together. I wasn’t ready. Eventually, I did move in. And that caused more problems. I blamed her. She resented me. But everyone said these were just the standard relationship growing pains. They weren’t. There were serious red flags everywhere.

It Started Through the Wall (mf) (Incest)

The first time I heard it was a cool summer night, when the only other sound was the gentle rasping of crickets that came floating through my open window. At first it was only the creaking of bed springs, soft and inconsistent. Soon it grew louder, yet still intermittent. I checked the clock: 12:23. I was about to chalk it up to restless sleeping, when the first moan crept through the wall that connected my room to my sister’s. It was little more than shaky puff of breath, barely louder than the breeze in the trees outside, yet it was loud as a gunshot to me. I froze, unsure of what I had just heard. A few squeaks from the bed later, it happened again.

Now, if you have never heard the object of your constant desire moan sensually while masturbating, let me describe it to you. Simply put, it is the sexiest noise I have ever heard. I felt a tingle through my body, a physical shock at what I was hearing. Barely more than a pleasurably exhale, each breath wove its way into my mind, painting a picture of the erotic scene unfolding in my sister’s bed. Perhaps she was lying on her back, legs wide apart, her back arched in ecstasy as she probed frantically into herself. Or maybe she was propped up on her elbows, rubbing her clit into one of her many stuffed animals. The penguin, perhaps. Or the lion.

Sexual adventures of Dan and Jane – 3a

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The usual “Read if you are over 18 or an adult” bit. This chapter contains sexual encounters in the MM, FF, MMF, MFF, MMFF category and all sorts of kinkiness. If you find that offensive, do not continue. Comments and suggestions always welcome, we can be reached at shore2plez@gmail.com. It is especially a turn on for me to write this, since my wife Jane is on the road a lot and whenever she is away, I write a new chapter for her to read from her hotel room at night. All of this is based on a true story and as we go along, we use our experiences as a base to make our stories kinkier. All of what is written in the story chapters are something that we have either done or talked about doing as we are having sex, making for some serious dirty talk!

Sexual adventures of Dan and Jane – 1

My wife and I have been together for 10 years now and have been married for 6 of it. We met in a small Midwestern town in Wisconsin where I was living at the time and she has followed me around ever since. Thinking back when we first me, I didn’t think we would ever end up being married, but everything was so good it was hard to let go. I wouldn’t say that we were a perfect coupleÉ no body is, but we handled each other well. We fit with each other well in ever aspect of life, personality wise, what we were looking from each other and of course sexually. I can say, and she would definitely agree, we always find ways to make sex interesting and fun no matter where the place is.

Disarming you [MM] [romance] [passion]

You were playing hard to get. Because you knew I was trouble. Perhaps your friends had told you to stop messing around with me. Or your sixth sense knew that it’d be better to avoid me. Still, you agreed to meet with me again. At a club downtown.

Looking magnificent. Hair dark, styled, wearing jeans and a black, simple shirt. Like a magnet, you pulled me into your space; I couldn’t help but gravitate toward you. Your head tilted back, a small smile appeared that could have also been a smirk. You knew what you were doing to me. Bringing me down, wrapping me around your finger. Driving me crazy. I twisted my fingers in the front of your shirt, tugged you closer. In greeting. Your palms pressed against my stomach; if they’d inched up, you could have felt the rapid *thump-thump-thump* of my heart between your fingers.

I relished in your proximity for just a moment before your fingers balled up and you pushed against me. You were still fighting it. This. Whatever it was. But I knew better.

[M][TF] – I tried something new, and you know what…I think I liked it

While it has never happened since, I can honestly say that I don’t regret the experience, albeit the escort part I could likely have done without.

I was around 22 years old, and with time on my hand and the internet being what it is I found myself drifting from time to time to shemale porn. Now don’t get me wrong, if I was, and still am, attracted to women and women only. But I found that woman was more of a description than a gender in this case. So ultimately anyone I happened to watch was a woman, with the exception of what happened to be between her legs.

This carried on for a fair bit longer but one long weekend it just got the better of me. I HAD to get laid and, at the same time, I HAD to know what it was like to be with a trans woman. Now I’ve never been the outgoing type. Yeah I keep get a good conversation going but I never really had the confidence to get it started, not to mention, I had no idea where to look. So my porn addled mind jumped to the next best alternative, an escort.

Extra-marital affairs (cheating, cum, anal, threesome, pussy, black cock, masturbation)

He shuddered as he came in her ass, his balls tensing and relaxing several times over as he let go and released himself inside the hole that had been forbidden him, up until now. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, tickling the bridge of his nose as it dropped off and landed on the small of her back, where it then continued its journey down her body.

As he slowly went limp inside her, he gently pulled himself free, watching her asshole gape for a second and then close, winking at him, a trickle of cum oozing out. He gently patted the back of her thigh, indicating that she should move over. Flopping onto the bed, the springs heaving underneath him, he closed his eyes and relaxed into the pillows.

He opened his eyes to find that she was studying him, a perplexed look on her pretty face. Her makeup was smudged, her once perfectly painted bright coral lips were messy and ruined, most of it rubbed into her chin. Leaning up on one elbow, she traced the straight line of his nose, and then asked, “What should I tell my husband?”

My afternoom as a slave [Masturbation] [MFFF] [Humiliation]

Author note: Not sure who this is for, just got the idea after reading another story on here!

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You know how they say you can get anything on the Internet? Well I think it’s true!

I’m 20, just a normal, dorkish kinda guy I suppose you’d say, I’m no model and pretty shy, so I’ve not had much success with girls. I’ve made out a few times at parties and felt up some drunk girls breasts, but I’m still a virgin.

So I suppose it’s no surprise that I spend a bit, OK, a lot of time masturbating. Wanking off to porn magazines and websites. I have good imagination so I turn my ‘sessions’ into experiences in my head, imagining it’s the girl I’m looking at that I’m having sex with, not just my hand. Over time though I’ve imagined the girl is watching me wank off. She wants to see what I have before I’m worthy of entering her mouth, or pussy. I imagine she teases me about having a small cock, of how worthless I am. It’s really been turning me on for some reason.

Watching My Neighbor Strip [Voy][Mast]

I live in one of those housing tracks, the ones where if you stand between two of the houses, you can touch them both at the same time if your arms are stretched out. But I didn’t mind, the houses were nice inside and I didn’t spend much time in the yard anyway. Plus, directly across from my bedroom window was the bedroom window of my neighbor, Janet, who was gorgeous. Sometimes, when she thought I wasn’t looking, she kept her window open and I once or twice I caught her touching herself, watching her through the slits in my blinds with my hand pumping my 8” shaft.