A little back story. Partner comes from a home where the women are extremely open. Yes they talk about sex and dildos and all kinds of weird things with each other and their own mother. They also go family skinny dipping. Back story on the twin. They are not identical, but are extremely close and competitive. They are quite "revealing". Will sunbake topless at beach. My partner only at secluded ones with less people to bump into. Her sister does it anywhere. Even at home by the pool. She also likes to show off her ass with a thong. That's a thing. I had seen her naked before this point. She walks out of the shower with a towel, sometimes she forgets it. I am positive she does it on purpose… who knows. Plenty of stories. She is really comfortable in her own body and she is hot too, which helps. (I wrote this bit after)
Tag: Masturbation
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I had cum once that day. That’s how my day had started. I woke up with my sex on fire, alone and desperate. I opened the drawer of my side table, otherwise known as my treasure chest, and took out my dildo. I played with the dildo between my lips and spread the wetness to my clitoris and below. Once everything was very wet, I slipped the dildo inside. As I get filled with it, I let out a sigh of contentment, like I was feeling empty all this time but forgot about it. I moved the dildo slowly in and out repeatedly as I try to find that one spot that makes my pleasure build but always eludes me. I swear that spot moves around in there. To help me reach pleasure faster, I took my clitoris vibrator, who is always on the charge, and started rubbing my clit with it. With both motion, I rapidly felt the pleasure grow and spread in my pelvis until I couldn’t hold it anymore and I exploded on my dildo. At first, my whole body spasmed, I arched my back and was unable to move. I had to let the wave ride through. From beginning to end, it couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes. After the explosion, I was weak and soft, just as I like, and lounged in bed before getting my day started.
Babysitter, a prelude. Written for a [rp] prompt [voy][FM]
You make the most adorable noises. I remember the first time I heard them. The sounds of pleasure coming from upstairs barely penetrated the layers of wood and plaster between us. Separated only by a floor, your bedroom is directly above mine. Or, should I say ours.
Most of the time, my wife and I sleep soundly below you and your boyfriend with the help of a fan providing noise. It works great for us, but I sometimes worry that you can hear the enthusiastic exclamations emanating from my wife of 10 years. Its one of the first things I fell in love with about her. The ways she laughs, sings, sighs and moans. it's always with every part of her. Her orgasms are explosions of joy.
You sounded timid, shy, almost embarrassed to be feeling what you were feeling. Between the grunts and heavy breathing of your boyfriend, I could barely make out your softer, lighter sound even as it grew louder.
Banging my ex’s best friend (M/F)
The title might be a little misleading, so to clarify, my ex and I had separated 3years ago but her best friend (Lisa) and I were friends before her and maintained some contact after her. Our friendship was a little strained when my ex and I broke up but things had become relatively normal. The events here happened 1 year or so after the break up.
We had met, for dinner and afterwards at a pub, usually with a group of others but this time a bit sparse as it was approaching the holiday season and a bunch of us had gone away already. The leadup isn’t exciting and my memory of it isn’t the best, but importantly we were both a little tipsy (moreso on the drunk side for her) and the rest of the gang had gone off to do their own things. Unsure of how, but the topic got onto my ex and how we had never done the deed – moreso because of her conservative nature rather than a lack of trying. The message must have skewed somewhat however, as Lisa started teasing about how I couldn't get it up for my ex. I gave a flirty response of ‘why don’t you see for yourself’ or something along those lines, she had a small smirk and bite of her lip (or I could have just imagined it) but that was that and the topic changed again.
The Hung Ex-Husband [Cuckold]
This is a complete story from my new cuckold erotica anthology. You can find it on Amazon here – http://www.amazon.com/Cuckolds-Hotwives-More-Insatiable-Wives-ebook/dp/B00W9XH7UW/
THE HUNG EX-HUSBAND
“What’s in this shoebox?” I asked.
Megan slammed the top shut and ripped the box out of my hands.
“ . . . It’s nothing,” she said.
I stared at her. My pulse quickened. What was in that shoebox?
“I totally forgot about this box,” she said, her eyes cast down.
“. . . What is it?” I asked.
She let out a sigh.
“Just . . . promise you won’t be mad.”
“Okay. I guess.”
“. . . It has a bunch of dirty pictures. From when Tom and I were married,” she said.
“Oh. Hunh.”
She winced as she tried to gauge my reaction.
“Pictures of the two of you?” I asked.
She nodded.
“I had totally forgot,” she said. “You believe me, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Of course I trust you. Plus, that box has been buried in the garage since I moved in five years ago.”
“But, I mean, I wasn’t secretly saving them or anything.”
How I slept with my HS teacher [M18, F35]
When I was in high school in California, I had a "home room" teacher: a teacher whose classroom I would visit for twenty minutes each day along with twenty five other kids in my class year. There we would read the school bulletin, plan our class schedules, and talk about our dreams for college. Her name was Janet, and she was our home room teacher for all four years.
Janet was also my English teacher during my freshman year. At the time I thought that reading great poets like William Blake and Carl Sandburg would be boring as all get out, but Janet managed to spark my interest with her passion. Indeed, these many years later I still remember her classes with great fondness, although I may be biased.
Janet was about 5'5" tall, maybe 130 lbs. She was in her early 30’s. She was pretty but not gorgeous, confident but not conceited. She had an athletic body with B-cup breasts, and a ready smile.
The Tail Of Zoe [M, (Les)(Str8)]
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Halloween: My First Threesome [m/f/f, m/f] (long)
The story in question took place on Halloween, a few years ago, at a party that I threw with my roommate at the time, Mark. I'm sorry about the rather unreasonable length; I'm not great at editing myself.
It was a great time to be us, frankly. We were both seniors in college, single, in pretty decent shape, and had just leased an awesome two-bed-two-bath town home. My newly minted roommate and I decided to christen the apartment with a series of parties. They were mildly successful, but the first devolved into a police incident when one of our friends, blackout drunk, smashed our neighbor's window with the top of a lamp post. We never figured out where he got it from. The second one was fairly quiet; mostly people arriving, staying for an hour or so, and then heading out just as the next group arrived. So we were determined: this was fucking Halloween, and we were going to tear shit up. Plus, the benefit of being the one throwing the party? It's so much easier to get laid.
In Over My Head, Part 2: Dad’s New Girlfriend [mF][tease][voy][mast]
This is a work of fiction.
I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.
Part 2
I remember when I first realized what was happening. Things had been a bit weird with Dad for a few weeks – he was on call and working late a lot more than normal, and was in much better spirits than I'd seen him in for years. At the time, I'd taken this in and accepted it with the self-centeredness of youth, never wondering about the cause.
Then one day he came home early, while I was still eating dinner, and sat down across from me with a half-smile on his face. Dad was a former Army doctor who now worked in the University hospital downtown. He was 6'3" and a steady 220 pounds for years, though every year the muscle-to-fat ratio dropped a bit, with lighter brown hair than mine and grey eyes to my green.
In Over My Head, Part 1: Watching My Neighbor [mF][voy][mast]
This is a work of fiction.
I'm writing this down because I don't know what else to do. My grades have gone down the tubes, my college plans are looking iffy, and I've started cutting myself. I want to tell someone but I'm too scared – it could destroy my family and leave us in a national media circus. I'm hoping that writing this down will help; I'll probably just burn it but at least I'll kinda get it out.
Part 1
It started when I was 15. It had been just Dad and me since Mom died of leukemia when I was 5. Dad's a doctor, and I could tell even through my own pain how hard that was for him. I was just a little kid – it hit me hard, but I bounced back pretty quickly. Dad had troubles for…well, since then, I guess. He started drinking for a few years, but he'd gotten sober again when I was 10. He says he started to see me look like him and didn't want me to follow down his path. He dried out and was doing a lot better, but not like before. But the antidepressants helped and things had settled in to a normal routine.