Tammi and the Bully – Part 2 (MF)

[Part 1 Here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11vq7pv/tammi_and_the_bully_part_1_f_solo_mast_dildo/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Tammi woke up to the sound of something stirring downstairs. Footsteps, the shuffling of fabric and the sound of a belt buckle, she thought? She sat up in bed and raised her hands above her head, stretching the sleep out and tried to focus her eyes. Suddenly, a feeling of confusion washed over her.

“What the hell?” she mumbled to herself as she rubbed her eyes, trying to understand what was going on. Her surroundings were different than how she remembered before she went to bed, yet somehow they seemed familiar to her. Then it finally clicked for her.

“Wait, what? How the…” Her head seemed to spin and her sight still wasn’t quite clear enough, but she could have sworn she was waking up in her parent’s bedroom in the house she grew up in. She pulled off the covers, slowly kicking her feet over the side of the bed and she realized that she wasn’t wearing the t-shirt and panties she had remembered wearing to bed. She looked down, feeling around her thighs and tummy to see a tiny black thong that barely covered her pussy with the short trimmed patch of hair peeking out from under it. There was a slight jingling noise she heard when she moved her legs and looking down she saw a pair of dainty gold anklets on each leg.

Tammi and the Bully – Part 1 (F solo) (mast.) (dildo) (shower)

Hey everybody. It was my cake day yesterday and I wanted to repost this series I wrote about a year ago here. Would love to hear what you think. I’ve been toying with the idea of creating another series of smaller, single post stories with these characters and I’m open to suggestions.

All characters are 18+.

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Timmy opened the freezer door and hung his head with a sigh before rummaging around for something cold, a fresh shiner gleamed in black and blue under his right eye. He shook off the freezer burn on some frozen peas and sauntered over to the kitchen island, pulled out a stool and plopped himself down in defeat. He had a long day and it showed in his exhausted body and face that was no doubt going to be the only topic of conversation for the rest of the night. He was dreading the moment his parents got home, especially his mother Tammi.

Carol Plays Me [MF] – Part 2 – [masturbation][watching kink][consensual][sweet][sensual couple][surprise ending]

Carol and I had been dating for a few months, and we’d never really had a fight. It was all just so easy: we hung out, did stuff with our mutual friend group, and we fooled around at every opportunity. And by fooled around I meant that I was learning every possible way to make her cum using my mouth and my fingers, and she was doing the same for me. We definitely weren’t fighting over sex–she wanted to wait for actual penetration, and I was fine with that. As in, really fine–we had a great thing together, and I made sure she knew it.

So when we finally did have a fight, it was over something totally stupid. It’s only noteworthy because of how she managed to win that fight without me even realizing it, at the time.

We’d been out at a bonfire, pretty far out of town. The drive back was along dark winding country roads, and every time we encountered an oncoming car the glare from the lights lit up the haze and dirt on the inside of my windshield–it was long overdue to be washed. I didn’t give it any thought, but it bugged Carol.

Mom Watches Ch 03 [fm][voy]

The week was tortuous for Colleen. She had watched her daughter’s boyfriend fucking her again. And worse, she wanted to take her daughter’s place. Wanted Sam to take her for his own.

She was ashamed at the feeling. She shouldn’t want to push her daughter out and take her boyfriend. But she couldn’t help herself. Every moment that she wasn’t occupied, she daydreamed of Sam. How she’d feel filling her pussy with his hard cock.

She’d never felt like this before. Would she let him mark her skin, showing that he owned her? Would she want it hidden from view? The idea of tongues wagging when they saw a visible hickey on her skin got her juices flowing.

Would he even want an old woman like her? He had told her to join him, but what if he was just playing with her?

Putting these thoughts aside, she laid on her bed. She had the house to herself for a while. Sam was taking Molly out on a date. Dinner or something, she honestly couldn’t remember.

A friend drunkenly told me I was ‘Wank Fuel’. So I made him cum for real (30f) [FM]

Masturbation. We all do it. And why shouldn’t we – it’s wonderful. Not *quite* as magnificent as sex (or, at the very least, it shouldn’t be. There are times when it’s a better choice, but that’s a whole other discussion for another post), but it’s as entertaining and satisfying a way of filling your time as any other. Frankly nature took something of a risk when granting us the ability to generate our own orgasms. I sometimes wonder how we ever summon the willpower to leave the house.

But aside the obvious advantages of self-stimulation, one of the most wonderful things about self-loving is that it can be deeply personal. You can sit back and be entertained and aroused by whatever imagery, pornography or other means of external stimuli you care to mention, and they all absolutely have their place. But, for me, the very best times are when you simply allow your imagination to conjure up whatever filthy thoughts your conscious – or indeed subconscious – mind can fathom, and go with the flow.

Windows [M/F] [Non-Con, Male Victim] [Stalking] [Sleeping BJ]

     She lurks outside the house, crouching behind one of the many shrubberies surrounding the residence. The rainy night renders her nigh-invisible, droplets pattering against the hood of her black raincoat. Her boots, black to match, sink slightly into the muddy earth. She doesn’t seem to notice. Her gaze is fixed upon the many windows of the house, with a particular focus on the farthest left one on the second floor. 

     She knows exactly where he sleeps. She knows where every member of his family sleeps, and can mostly predict when each of their lights will go out. He is right there in that far left window. His sister is the next one on the right, separated by a connected bathroom that has no windows at all. His mother and father sleep in different rooms on account of his father’s unbearable snoring. They’re on the first floor, each occupying a different corner room with different corner windows. 

     All of this information is important. She tracks each light and mentally marks each sleeping person. She anxiously fiddles with the crowbar in her hands as she concentrates. She applies a bending motion to it, and then a reverse flexing motion, though it does not bend. There. The last light, his insomniac sister’s, has gone out. 

Fantasy encounter with a redditor [MF] [masturbation] [fingering]

Alone in my bedroom, my mind wanders, and it always comes back to you. What I want you to do to me, what you’d feel like on top of me. Whether you’re in your bedroom dreaming of me, stroking yourself. Whether the thought of me is making you hard like the thought of you is making me wet.
I dream about us meeting. We bump into each other at a coffee shop, and you stop me.
“It’s you!” You declare excitedly.
“And it’s you! What are you doing here?”
“I’m in town for work. I was going to reach out to you. Come back to my hotel room?”
I bite my lip like I have to think about it. Like we’re not already half undressed in my head.
“Okay!”
In the elevator, my pussy is throbbing with excitement. I can’t believe this is finally happening, after all my fantasizing. I can’t believe you’re here.
Your hand is on my lower back as you explain the work you’re doing in town, but my mind is focused on the sensation, barely registering your words.
“Cool,” is all I can muster.
“What have you been up to?” You ask.
With words still failing me, I answer by kissing you and wrapping my arms around your neck. Your hands find my sides and pull me in, and we kiss passionately, deeply, like we can’t get enough of each other.
You spin us around, pressing my back into the wall and kissing down my neck, heat rising in my body. It takes everything in me not to rip all my clothes off right there in the elevator, and I can tell you’re feeling the same way.
“We’re almost at my room,” you whisper in my ear, reading my mind.
“I need you,” I whimper in response.
We tumble out of the elevator at your floor and practically run to your room. The door isn’t even closed behind us when you throw me against the wall and start kissing me again, but this time your hands get to work getting me out of my clothes.
“You wanted this, didn’t you, dirty girl?” You ask when you feel how wet I am for you.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Have you been fantasizing about me?” You ask, your fingers spreading me open.
“Yes!”
Your pointer and ring fingers spread my lips while your middle finger caresses my aching clit, and an animalistic moan escapes my lips.
“Does that feel good, babygirl?”
“Oh my god,” I moan, gripping the muscles of your arms.
My hips buck into your fingers as you pleasure me, grinding and rocking. My moans grow louder and more breathy and your fingers move faster against my swollen clit.
You touch me like you’ve done this a thousand times before, like you know exactly how to extract the most pleasure possible, the most guttural moans. My eyes roll back in my head.
“I’m going to cum!”
Every muscle in my body tenses as a wave of warm, gooey ecstasy washes over me. I cry out and moan, nails digging into you, and start to fall to the floor but you catch me with your free hand and guide me down slowly.
Now we’re on the floor and you’re still touching me while you take out your dick.
“Do you want me inside you, babygirl?”
Still trembling, I nod vigorously.
With my head thrown back, I feel the tip of your cock against my entrance, gently and slowly pushing inside while your fingers continue to work me. I’m in heaven.
You slowly enter me, making me feel fuller and fuller until I’m not sure I can take anymore. You’re completely inside me, and it feels incredible. I start to buck my hips against you but you stop me.
“No no, I’m in control here. You just hold on and enjoy,” You growl.
I almost cum just hearing you say it.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe with a smirk.
Your hands grip me by my shoulders and you plant a gentle kiss on my forehead just before you begin to fuck me so hard I see stars. I moan a “yes” that reverberates through my body, making all of these magical sensations even better.
“Good girl,” your dark voice says in my ear, and I lose it.
Your cock rhythmically pumping into me and your fingers still dancing on my clit combine to form the most exquisite sensation I’ve ever felt. If God herself could occupy my pussy and show me exactly what every beautiful nerve ending could do, it would feel something like this. I moan and scream and scratch and grab you, no longer in control of my body as it’s rocked by divine pleasure.
“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me,” your voice drips slow and hot, bringing on another wave of ecstasy. It feels like I’m getting fucked by your words and I love it.
Suddenly you pull out and finish all over my tits and tummy, covering me in your cum.
“Fuck that’s hot. Can I take a picture so I can relive this over and over?”
I nod, rubbing it all over my tits and smiling for you as you snap some photos and a little video.
You hand me a towel and then scoop me up, laying me down in bed with you. We drift off to sleep together, our bodies recovering before we ravage each other again.
But this was all a fantasy.
I’m still here alone in my bed, imagining what you’d feel like. For the zillionth time tonight, I click on my vibrator and press it against my clit until my legs tremble and I have to hold back screams.
Maybe one day I’ll get to play out my fantasy in real life. Until then, I’ll just touch myself and think of you.

Family nudism me [M] and daughter [F]

We start practicing family (me, wife & daughter) nudism back in 2016. I (M48) grew up living in the Bible Belt with deep roots in Christianity, and a belief that we are called to do work by a higher power. In other hand my ex-wife (F43 now divorced for 3 years) grew up in nudism family. We have a very beautiful daughter (F18) together. I have my daughter full custody from pre COVID-19. My ex wife lives in another country with her boyfriend and his two children.

It’s was my ex-wife idea back in 2016 to start practicing nudism at home (Her mom & dad practicing nudism with her and her older brother when they were born. It’s another day story when I met my ex-wife family first time) First she is the only one to stay fully naked in house around my daughter and me. After few months later my daughter join her. They both start doing every day jobs and start running around in house fully naked. It took me while but after a 8 months I finally join my family nudism lifestyle. After a while nudism became so normal and important part of life. Our friends can come over anytime without us to worry about putting clothes on. My job let me travel so we start going on nude beaches, nude family resorts on vacation every summer we start making new friends in nudism community. Me and my ex wife start making friends with other couples and my daughter also start making her our friends in her age. With nudism we feel connected with nature and feel freedom.

Peep Show [M22 – F22] [masturbation]

Once, while lounging around an unfamiliar woman’s bedroom the morning after a one-night stand, I asked if she would masturbate for me. I expected her to refuse. It was too intimate a thing, and we barely knew one another, and didn’t intend to know each other any better. Once we left her bedroom, we both knew, we’d likely never find ourselves in it together again.

She didn’t refuse. “Now?” she said.

“Yes. If you want to.”

“I want to. With my fingers?”

“However you normally would. Pretend I’m not here.”

She nodded. And then, much to my surprise, she did exactly as I had asked. She lay back, arranged her hair, pulled the duvet between her thighs and started grinding into it. Slowly, at first. Eyes shut. She gripped her pillow with one hand, pressing her cheek into it, and slipped her other hand down her body, into her underwear. Her fingers stretched the fabric. She touched herself and rolled her hips.

Waking Up With My Wife [MF]

“Wake up wake up, Daddyyy.”

I slowly come to, the giggled words bringing me out of a light, dream-filled sleep. Birds call outside, and I can hear the wind in the pines through the windows of our rustic mountaintop lodge. A curious sensation at my foot tugs at my attention.

“Wake uuup, Daddyyy,” a familiar voice whines playfully, speaking with the soft musicality of a Filipino accent. My eyelids gradually flutter open – my wife Marielle kneels at the foot of the bed, her caramel colored skin gorgeous and glowing in the soft morning light. She watches me with a mischievous grin, nibbling at my big toe which protrudes from under the covers. All I can see of her is her pretty face and ample breasts resting against the mattress, her areolas big and brown and beautiful. She smiles as she sees I’m awake, and winks seductively before popping my toe into her mouth, sucking on it, running her tongue and teeth along its edges.

“Oh, girl,” I groan at the sensation. “Baby, what are you doing?”