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I’M FLATTERED, BUT NO [mf] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [facial]

My neighbor texted me — did I know the name of an electrician? We chatted for a while. And then she asked how my night was going. “Eh,” I said. “Low key. What about you?” “Same …” she responded. I hesitated. She was pretty. Had a nice body. What I *wanted* to ask was, “Do you want to come upstairs and fuck?” But of course, there is a more diplomatic way of saying that, these days.

“Any chance you’d be interested in coming upstairs for a good ol’ fashioned Netflix and Chill? Sorry if that’s a weird thing to text a neighbor … can’t hurt to ask, though. Right?”

“hahahah,” she responded.

And then, silence. Guess that was a no.

And then, a few minutes passed and my phone buzzed.

“I mean … the Netflix part sounds fine. But I don’t just do casual stuff. Sorry!”

“No worries,” I said.

THE GIRL WITH HAIRY ARMPITS [Mf] [oral] [mast] [creampie] [piss] [grool]

It started as a joke. I saw this beautiful woman at the gym and pointed her out to a friend. He agreed. She was cute. But … she didn’t shave her armpits, so he immediately wrote her off, claiming it was disgusting. Of course, I could have launched into a who are you to decide what is socially acceptable for a woman to do with her body rant, but it was a lost cause — as most things are these days. People have made up their minds and will not and cannot be persuaded.

Anyway, from that moment on, we had ourselves a little inside joke. I’d point to a woman and say, “She’s just your type. She shaves her armpits.”

Soon, though, I found myself oddly mesmerized by them. They were like a public glimpse into an otherwise private world. I guess that’s how kinks develop. Innocent at first, but then … it’s all you can think of. I found myself checking women out everywhere I went. When they’d lean back, arching to stretch or yawn, I’d lean forward, try to catch a glimpse of their armpits.

DOWN ON THEIR LUCK [mff] [twins] [oral] [mast] [facesitting] [creampies] [creampie eating] [peeing]

There’s a neighborhood bar I frequent. I know just about everyone there and every so often, Larry, the bartender, hooks me up with free drinks. A few months ago, these twin sisters started showing up. Mickie and Trish. To say they stood out would be a massive understatement. If you’re wondering what sort of bar this was … think Moe’s from the Simpsons. Dirty, sad, the same few faces every night, complaining about their work, their jobs, their wives. Women never came here. So why did I go? Because Larry had a pool table and there was no where else in town to shoot. Because of that, I was the youngest guy there by like, 20 years.

So, there was Trish and Mickie, in their tight pants, mini shirts, and crop tops. The second time I saw them, I asked Larry what they had ordered the last time and then grabbed them a full pitcher. I brought it to their table with two frozen beer mugs and said, “You must really like shitty bars if you’re back again.”

Larry said, “C’mon, man. I can *hear* you!”

A DAUGHTER GETS REVENGE [mf] [squirt] [mast] [self-squirt] [facial]

Sasha texted Jacob at 11:30pm.

“Gross.”

“What?” He texted back.

“My mom’s fucking her new boyfriend. I am literally sick.”

“Take the dog for a walk,” Jacob wrote back.

“Yup.”

Sasha grabbed the dog and SLAMMED the front door loud enough that her mother would hear. It’s not that Sasha’s mom was even trying to gross out her daughter. It was just a learning curve. Last time Sasha was home, her parents were still unhappily married. And then Sasha went to college, traveled a little, and came home to look for work. She wasn’t expecting to stay long. But now Sasha’s mother was single and sleeping around.

It’s not something Sasha EVER wanted to know about.

“Do you think she heard us?” Sasha’s mother said, anxiously crawling off of her boyfriend’s cock and running to the front door. She noticed the leash was missing.

“Oops …” she said, anxiously.

“I’m sure she’s going to hate me after that,” the boyfriend said.

“I’m sure,” Sasha’s mother said. Read more »

Fun with Sally: [M]y Dancer Girl[F]riend

I’ve been a long time lurker on this sub, enjoying all the stories people have posted over the months. Over the weekend, I decided that maybe it’s time for me to give out a few stories of my own. All names have been changed. Anyway, here goes!

During college, I dated a girl who was really into dance, who I’ll call Sally (not her real name). Sally had shoulder-length blonde hair, piercing gray eyes, and the classic dancer’s body. She was slender, with a toned stomach and firm, perky tits that were the perfect handful. I’m above average, not super ripped, but in good shape overall. I wasn’t going to win a bodybuilding contest, but I took care of myself. My biggest asset is my cock, a thick 6″ in length, with a faster than average recovery time.

This particular story happened partway through our third year, when we had just turned 20. (I guess you could call this a mutual birthday present.) We had both signed up for a ballroom dance class. It was definitely beneath her skills as a dancer, and I had two left feet, but that wasn’t why we were there. We loved running our hands over each other, knowing that we couldn’t do anything until we got back to one or the other’s place. It made for great teasing/foreplay. Read more »

A “quiet” morning fuck [MF] [mast] [tease]

As I wake up you pull me up against you, forming my body against yours. You kiss my neck and slide your hand down my leg.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

You nibble on my ear and say, “It’s getting better.” I laugh quietly as your hand slides up my body.

“You need to be quiet,” you tell me, toying with my nipple.

“Ok,” I say a little breathless. You continue playing with my breasts and kissing my neck, as our hips rock together. You slide a finger between my legs to tease me and I moan. I toss my panties off and spread my legs.

I kiss you demandingly, as you slowly glide your hand down my inner thigh. I’m pressing my hips up to get you to touch me. You slide a finger inside me, knowing that will tease me.

“Do you want more?” You ask, kissing my neck down to my breast. I’m panting as you tease my nipple with your tongue.

“Yes!” I moan. You slide two fingers in and play with my clit, driving me crazy. I rock my hips into your hand, trying not to moan. Read more »

I WANT NEXT [mff] [mother/daughter] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [swallow]

My friend Heather had a party for her daughter, Maggie, who had just graduated from college. I’ve always had a crush on Heather. She was a little older than me, but she was a total knockout. Just beautiful. My plan was simple: Attend the party, stay all night, and then offer to help clean up. Hopefully one thing would lead to another.

The party itself was fine. Her ex-husband was there, which was good for my case. He was a dick. I could use that later to say I would have treated her better if I had the chance to be with her. She would smile, touch my hand, tell me how sweet I was and then, bam. She’d kiss me. One thing would lead to another and we’d fuck. Well … one could dream.

As it happened, my fantasy wasn’t far off from reality. Her husband WAS a dick. I bailed her out of a near fight with him, “rescuing her” from an almost argument with him. We went outside and talked. She vented about him.

“You need to blow off some steam,” I said.

Night of the Living Pussy Chapter 2

*Two hours later*

Stephanie woke on the floor and slowly began to rise. She turned her head to look at the clock, which read 11:23pm.

“Shit…..” she muttered as she slowly picked herself up off the floor. Once on her feet she yelped as she felt a familiar stir between her legs.

“About time you woke up, haha. Did you have sweet dreams?” Her pussy taunted.

“Oh god….no no no no no”, this can’t be happening to me. I mean, I must be going crazy. You…..you can’t be alive I mean it’s impossible. It doesn’t even make sense.” Stephanie stammered.

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. I know you enjoyed yourself. Not bad for a first orgasm huh?” Her pussy taunted yet again as she stumbled over to her bed.

“Yes….okay I admit it felt amazing I guess, but it’s only a matter of time before I’m a lab experiment.” Stephanie said, feeling strange as she talked to her crotch.

“Honey I can be very discrete. It’s not like I’m going to start talking to everyone you come across. I don’t want the attention either, but then again I can’t promise I won’t be a little naughty here and there.” Her pussy smirked as her right boob squeezed and her nipple tweaked itself. Read more »

PISS GIRL [mf] [piss] [mast]

Saturday night. Around two in the morning. Suzi was comfortably drunk. A little stumble here and there. But still aware of her surroundings. All that really changed was that she let her guard down, became a little more flirtier than usual, and danced like a fucking stripper.

Dave noticed her from across the bar, grinding a female friend of hers, who was also comfortably drunk. Suzi kissed the girl on the neck. Pretty soon, they were making out as purple lights flashed over the dance floor. First, he just casually watched from the corner. But then, he decided it was time to make a move and at the very least, offer to refill her drinks.

As soon as he approached, her eyes lit up. He was sexy. She grabbed him and pulled him onto the dance floor and pressed her petit body against his.

“Heyyy,” she whispered. I’m Suzi. S-U-Z-I.”

“Dave. D-A-V-E.”

She smirked and kissed him. Within seconds, they were making out.

“I was going to ask if I could get you another drink, but I like this better,” he said. Read more »