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[MF] My real life saga with the incredible, sensual, MILF masseuse. (Long, and a Slow Burn)

Do you remember when you saw for the first time, the most beautiful woman you ever would see? The one that made both time and you stop, and the one that you would forever compare all other women to? I do. I was 14. Naturally.

At the height of puberty, and horniness. I had spent the day with my dad, ( a weekend gig, child of divorce; he lived in another state; all too common occurrence) going about his new town as we searched for cheap furniture to furnish his new place with. Naturally, we hit up craigslist. It was a fun, summer day.

The first post was from a masseuse office literally a block away, showcasing a nice green loveseat that I ended up playing videogames on (& reliving that day over and over for for many years, lmao, amongst other things)

The loveseat didnt look too heavy, so Pop and me popped down. I had headphones in, I was just along for the ride, dwindling behind my dad as we waited after knocking on the door. Then it swung open; and I saw her for the first time. Read more »

[M] a past experience with a woman with huge breast.

I use to live in a house that had 4 bedrooms and about 12 people living in it. One of the roommates showed up with a short redhead with huge breast. I’m talking past triple d. She decided to move into my room instead of the guy she came with. I thought I was a pimp with two women staying in my room and the occasional extra.
But this story takes place a few years after that. You see Amy and I never had penetration sex just oral. So when bumped into years later we decided to fix that oversight.
She came over with a few beers and we caught up on what had happened in life then she just says “get your dick out.” I decided to instead lift her dress and go first. Thank god she wasn’t completely bald. I like some hair. She was always sensitive and that hadn’t changed. Licking and fingering her pussy was almost like meditation. That is until she got close to cumming then all I could hear was “don’t stop. Fuck yes. I’m close.” Her thighs almost suffocated me when she cam.
“Now give me you dick.” She took off her clothes while I did and there they were. She saw me stare and started playing with her tits while staring in my eyes. She started sucking on one then popped it out to say “get a condom on and fuck me now.” I wasn’t going to argue.
She was so tight she when I tried to put it in when she layed on her back told me to lay on my back. Watching a woman slowly lower their wet pussy on my dick is always something I like. And she was slow about it knowing I liked watching but she didn’t have a lot of patience. Having her slamming down on my dick with those breasts was also a great site.
Now that she was looser it was time to have her on her back. Holding her hips while I piston in and out was great but watching her boobs fling in all directions was better. She wanted me to doggy style her next. Holding her hair and watching ripples from across her ass till she cam also got me close.
I pulled out and told her to flip over so I could cum on her tits. She helped by playing with my balls till I shot all over her tits. She then started cleaning her tits with her mouth.
Me and Amy never got into a relationship but we did hook up a lot after that.

I tried to wake up early [MF, Morning Sex, Creampie]

My watch vibrates. It’s 4:30am.

I try to wake up early to workout, meditate, and prepare for the work day. I barely execute.

I snoozed my alarm and rolled over, facing my husband. I hear him stir and open one eye. He had a slight grimace on his face. “go back to sleep,” I whispered, and rubbed his shoulder. He grabbed my hand and kissed it softly, scooted his body closer to mine and softly kissed my lips.

I felt him breathe in as he pulled away, and it’s as if a switch was pressed. He crashed his lips into mine and made his way on top. His taller frame overtaking me. He ran his hands underneath me, tracing my back and grabbing a hold of my shoulders.

He traces his lips on my neck, my pulse meeting his lips as he locks in kiss after kiss. I drink in his sleepy, yet determined mission and run my fingers over his head, freshly shaved.

He didn’t want to delay, he pushed up my nightgown and pulled down his pants. He felt hot and hard against my thigh. He took the tip of his cock and traced the outside of my vulva, picking up drips of wetness. Read more »

Gave it Up on our First Date … Ugh [MF]

I have BPD and this story is shortly after a manic month in 2018 when I was 25.

I was no longer a stripper. I had finished three months of therapy, diagnosed BPD, and begun yoga and meditation to quell negative and red thoughts.

I was waiting at a breakfast cafe that was a few blocks from multiple tech and professional offices. I was hit on ALL the time by engineers, accountants and lawyers. But one regular, a respectful and mild-mannered man in his 30’s, asked for my number in an understated and cute way. He seemed normal and not interested in Tinder and Bumble. I wanted that, something more mature.

We texted for a few days. I could tell how nervous he was through text but he was still cute. He was secure, though, and independent. He just didn’t want to fuck it up with me. He asked me out to dinner at a fancy Mexican spot and picked me up on time, tipped the valet, did everything right. Read more »

Star Wars : Rise of a Dark Lord – Chapter 11 – Sith, MF, Domination, Hardcore, Servant and Master, Big Dick, Facial, SWTOR

Chapter 1 of a story that continues with characters from Star Wars: Dark Secrets: Last chapter found here. [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hoe84d/star_wars_dark_secrets_chapter_10_sith_and/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hoe84d/star_wars_dark_secrets_chapter_10_sith_and/)

Xau slowly opened his eyes after refreshing his body with an exhaustive rest. The first things he saw were the various layers of hair still clinging to his chest. There was a mess of blonde and purple hair partially obscuring the resting faces of the two women that lay draped over his body. The two females resting beside him gently stirred in their slumber, their hands lazily scratched over his hardened and chiseled chest. His reverie was shattered when he realized that one girl was missing. At first Xau thought that she must be sabotaging the ship, however, Xau then realized that the bounty hunter Thamar would never take that kind of drastic action without an escape planned. Xau shook his head in silent bemusement. If Thamar was not sabotaging the ship, then she was probably getting used to the environment so that she could defend herself from any attack she found herself in. Read more »

An offering to the milking table

It started with a cryptic message from a friend of a friend. “Dom requires subjects for milking. Discretion mutually assured. Enquire direct to 0409 ### ###”. Needless to say, my curiosity was piqued.

A flurry of messaging followed, and proof of life submitted, in exchange for a time and an . Instructions as follows: knock twice, enter, second door on the left, no talking. The date was in four days hence. I existed in a heightened state of anxiety and arousal in the meantime. What was I getting myself into?

The allotted time slowly arrived and I walked up to the front door of an suburban household.

It was a very quiet neighbourhood with everyone out tending to their business. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I knocked, and then turned the door handle and opened the door silently. My footsteps rang in my ears as I walked down the hallway. Was I being setup? I stood in front of the second door in the left. This one was painted differently to the rest, black in a piano gloss. I hesitated with my hand resting on the door handle. Read more »

Waiting. [D/s] [obedience] [impact] [Mf]

She waits.
In silence, in darkness, still and calm, she waits.

She waits.
On her knees, head bowed, eyes softly closed, arms hanging loosely by her sides, the backs of her hands lightly brushing the pile of the carpet.

And still she waits.
He has ordered it. She yearns to please him, to demonstrate her devotion. He asks, she does.

He had been here. He dressed her in stockings that laced around her milky smooth thighs.

She waits.
Remembering the gentle touch of his fingers as he tightened the laces, checked the sheer black sheaths were secure. She remembers how his hand slid possessively down her leg, urging her to raise one foot, then the other as he had her step into her silky black thong. He had secured the black bra across her back, brushing her nipples lightly before encasing them in the fabric.

She waits.
Remembering. Her nipples respond as if he still caresses them.

In a soft voice he told her how beautiful she looked, with her red hair cascading over her shoulders, her ample tits held proud on display in the balconette bra. She had blushed, had peeked at him from under her eyelashes as he had caressed her cheek. Read more »

Cabin With Leah Part 1 [MF] [Stepsister]

Life was going pretty much downhill for me. For financial reasons I had to drop out of college for a bit, leaving me without a solid vision for my life. It had just been my mom and I trying to figure out how to survive for a while. This event was inevitable and we both knew it; we just wanted to avoid it for as long as we could.

For the past two years, however, my mom had been dating this guy for his money (that’s what I think anyways). He was of some help here and there but obviously not of *that much* help to keep my college career afloat. I’ll give him credit where it’s due, he was actually planning to help us move into a bigger home within a few months. I wasn’t hopeful for this, considering how short of a time span he had been around for.

My mom’s boyfriend saw that I was getting pretty down and over the course of a few weeks he came up with an idea. He offered to rent out a cabin for me to stay in for a week to meditate and such bullshit. It’d be out in the woods with no internet, secluded privacy and plenty of time to rethink things. It really wasn’t that bad of an offer until he threw in the catch. Read more »

Brat Tales – disobedient over dishes [M/f], [stress positions], [edging], [D/s]

You loom over me, hand fisted in my hair as I kneel on the floor at your feet. “You regret being so cheeky, don’t you?”, as you slowly apply pressure to my scalp forcing my chin up so you can see my face. I’m grinning & have a mischievous glint in my eye as I ponder how we got to this point & where things will go next.

A polite evening of light & easy conversation, a bottle of malbec shared over a meal, sitting outside enjoying the slow twilight with an aperitif when you suggested, rather firmly, that I should do the dishes. “Oh no, no, no. I’m not that kind of sub”, I laugh (I fully intend to clean up, you cooked after all, but I wanted to see if some disobedient teasing would elicit a reaction) “Besides, it won’t take you long, you can’t have dirtied many dishes throwing ping meals in the micro” I flashed an exaggerated grin knowing fine rightly you had expended a bit more effort on our repast than that. Read more »