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Private Encounters [M] [F] [reluc] [mast]

He liked sucking her breasts. In some ways she reminded him of his mother and his first wife. Her breasts were what attracted her to him, but that’s not what kept them together. She tried to dump him several times. He was married and that’s not what she wanted at all. But in a moment of human compassion she succumbed to his sexual urges and he succumbed to hers and what started as a deep friendship ended up in bed. What do you expect from 2 love starved adults? It was good!

They were distant lovers, too far apart to continue a physical relationship, but they stayed close anyway. They read books together and engaged in deep philosophical conversations. Occasionally he would go off the deep end and she would get too sanctimonious and “holier than though”, so they would take a breather from each other for a time. She continued on with her life and he continued on with his, but they both stayed close to each other in an odd spiritual sort of way. Read more »

Sex Therapy

Sex Therapy. To my horror I realised I’d reached that time of life when I began to have what are discretely called “male problems”. My faithful friend downstairs didn’t stand up so stiffly to attention as he used to do. Though my wife had kept her shapely figure through the years even watching her undress from my favourite sexy underwear sometimes didn’t get him up as hard as he once used to. Then that night came when in the cosy darkness snuggled under our duvet I felt my wife’s bare thigh nuzzling against mine, her soft breasts pressing against my arm, her light fingertips creeping across my thigh and her softly whispered “want you!” My muscle should have been steel hard and straining for her vagina at the first touch of her naked flesh and for the next half an hour, oblivious to the kids hearing through the bedroom wall, we should have been grunting and squealing passionately and our bed should have been rocking and rattling. But this time she had to be satisfied with a finger-fuck, and me with her well practised hand on my half hearted muscle sending my semen barely up to my belly button. After a few nights of erections barely stiff enough to slide up between her legs and just about good enough for a hand job she suggested I made an appointment to see my doctor. I reluctantly agreed to see him. When I arrived at the surgery and gave my name the receptionist told me my own doctor had been called out on an emergency, but his colleague Dr Matthews would see me. Making the appointment had been embarrassing enough, but what was even more embarrassing was when I stepped into the consulting room and saw Dr Matthews was a woman! I thought of turning round and running but I knew I’d come too far for that. Dr Matthews gave me a welcoming smile, the door clicked shut behind me and I was trapped. She was younger than me, perhaps mid thirties and attractive with neat blonde hair. Her doctor’s white coat was thin and tight enough to show the outline of a very shapely figure. Between a couple of the buttons of her coat at the front I caught a glimpse of a black bra. I suddenly realised to my amazement that up top at least she was wearing nothing under that white coat but her underwear! Though I was almost too embarrassed to notice it, I felt that familiar stirring down below. “Now Mr Thompson. What’s your problem?” she asked.
She fixed her eyes enquiringly on me. I felt my face go red and the sweat break out, but I’d come this far and I had to bite the bullet. “It’s a bit of a male problem doctor. I ……” At that my throat went dry and my voice faded into a croak. She smiled as if to reassure me. “Erectile disfunction? I fully understand. Most men your age suffer from it from time to time. I’ll need to ask you some questions.” Read more »

The Night Before [F][mast]

The room was dark and by the sound of tires on wet streets outside, Julia could tell it had rained without opening her eyes. The incessant beeping of her alarm clock grated at her enough for her to roll across the queen-sized bed and find the button that would stop it. She took a minute to stare up at the ceiling and try to get motivated to leave bed. Mondays are the hardest mornings to get moving, especially after a late night before.

Julia didn't usually go out drinking on Sunday nights but Monica, Julia's best friend, had insisted that they and their other friend Rebecca go out and find some guys and get laid. Sometimes it seemed that getting laid was all that Monica thought about. Read more »

Sleepover [f][m][mast]

Nightfall came quickly on that December eve and Danni and her cousins retreated for the night. Never would she have thought that three of them would have fit on a full sized bed, but there they were, snuggled close together. The only three female cousins of the family lay on the bed while the male cousins spread across the floor. It was gallant of them to offer up the bed, she thought; though that meant that any late night passages to the bathroom would be rather difficult to traverse. This was compounded by the fact that one of their cousins invited his friend, Jon.

Being raised with older ideologies meant that the girls were rather shy around him. So they quickly changed and all cuddled under the warm blanket and tried to sleep. After about an hour, Danni lie on the bed, still awake, anxious for tomorrow. This was her first time coming to the old family lodge and she had dreamt of skiing down the porcelain sheets of snow since she was small. What she hadn’t anticipated was the cold. The frigid air was relentless and the ice, unforgiving. She knew that she would have dress warm tomorrow. Read more »

Wet Dreams [F] [Str8] [mast]

It was a picturesque morning, an idyllic scene. The weather was nice, the sun was out, the botanic garden wedding day was better than any day they could have imagined. The white trellis with the vine of purple flowers intertwined hung over them as the minister read their vows. They had just finished listening to Kem belting out “Promise to Love” and now it was their turn to consummate their love on this wedding day.

She remembered the day so vividly in her mind.

Repeat after me.

I, Mia, take you, Mark, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

She had repeated these vows, over and over again in her head as she lay in her bed missing him. Missing his smell, his manhood, his love. He was long gone, but she remembered the W. The short time they had spent together in a torrid love affair in the streets of Manhattan. How could she forget? How could she forget the late night at the movie theater watching the Matrix as he dozed in and out of sleep? How could she forget walking down the street, arm in arm without a care in the world. No fear of detection, alone to be who they wanted to be, and together at last? Read more »

The Hampton Inn [NSFW] [MF] [some bondage, some spanking]

Their ritual was well rehearsed and well played. She knew her role and she played it exquisitely. At least once a week they met for a couple of hours at the Hampton Inn. He used her and she used him for pure sex and soulful lovemaking.

He was the aggressor, the Dom, and she was his submissive. She loved their sublime exchange of bodily fluids and he fell head over heels for her too. She knew what to expect, yet every time it was different. Every time he took it to another level as their love grew. Every time she had just one more orgasm before he packed up his bag and went on his merry way.

It was always during the day, between 9 and 5. It had to be outside of their family time. And the Hampton Inn was not too far away from either one of them, only 15 minutes with no traffic. It was their favorite spot because they got reduced pricing for 4 hour short stays. Quiet as kept, a couple of hours was all they needed for their weekly existential experience. Read more »

Finger Fucking Nun [NSFW] [fm] [mast]

Author's note: I hope I'm not breaking anybody's heart with this one. I just had to get it off my chest. I went to a catholic school when I was young and was brainwashed by the nuns in catechism class. They told us we would go to hell if we masturbated. I've still got hang ups to this day…

Finger Fucking Nun

She was a nun who liked to finger fuck. I guess it had something to do with her solemn vows. She had to remain a virgin, but that didn’t stop her from having a little fun every once in a while. She let me stick my finger inside her. Sometimes I would stick in two fingers and work the clit. She could cum so fast, she must have been thinking about it all day. She liked vibrators too. I got a kick out of watching her cum. She would roll the tip of the vibrator around her clit until it got nice and hard. Then she would work it in and out until she was squirting cum. Her pussy got so wet as she did this same routine over and over again, maybe 2-3 times in one night. I liked it because she let me lick it up when she was done.

The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 3/3 [f][ff][fm][anal][bdsm][mast][exh]

I arrive at the venue and, speeding through town like a crazed woman, I managed to make up the lost time. I flip down the sun-visor’s mirror and quickly check my makeup again. I add a little blush and give myself one last look. I feel nervous. It’s a strange feeling, being nervous about seeing your loved one. He had, however, been on tour for 8 months and I was so intent on making sure our evening would be unforgettable that it made sense. As the thought of what we’d be up to after the gig ran through my mind, I unconsciously bit my lip and clenched my thighs as my inner muscles contracted and my insides again began lubricating themselves, expecting penetration. Read more »