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Wet dream
I woke up from a wet dream this morning. Hasn’t happened to me in quite awhile. The dream I was getting my pussy and asshole eaten for hours. I woke up creamy in my underwear. Waking up I started to come to and realized I just had multiple orgasms in my sleep. Now all I want is to sit on someone’s face. The fantasy with the dream is real. I must confess. Has anyone else had these dreams? are you into pussy eating for hours? kik me if you want to chat shesonitdeep
(Trigger warning for rough and degrading play)
So, this one happened awhile ago.
I had matched with Sara on a dating app while I was coming home from a business trip, we seemed to hit it off early and well. In fact we called each and ended up having about a 2 hour conversation only a day or two after we first messaged each other. We just just seemed to click and the conversation just flowed along an easy path.
During our long conversation we learned quite a bit about each other. Like me, Sara was divorced, although hers was much more recent. One of her biggest issues in her marriage was that she was not experiencing the sex that she always wanted. In short she was after something much rougher than her ex husband had ever been willing to deliver. She had also been considering expanding her horizons into some lifestyle related things like threesomes or group sex.
Ever since we had our first child, my husband and I have taken new measures to ensure our sex life doesn’t die out. One thing he has recently enjoyed is being a voyeur when I “accidentally” expose myself. At first I was hesitant but after the first few tries I started to grow fond of it and now see how fun it is. I enjoy it because I still have full control over the situation and can easily shrug it off as an accident if I get uncomfortable.
Before we begin, I need to fill you in on our play date arrangements. I met some of the local moms in my neighborhood during one of the HOA events. I found out they have kids around the same age as my daughter and invited me to join their play-date rotation. Every Friday, 1 mom would host the kids over for a small period usually between 2 – 3 hours. The other moms would give the hosting mom some money so she could buy the girls dinner and everyone else gets relaxing dinner time at their own homes. This week is was Shannon’s turn so my husband and I had some fun plans for the evening. I picked up my daughter after work and took her home to get her toys. From there, we drove over to Shannon’s which was 4 blocks down from our house. I then rush home and start getting ready for our evening.
Ilmaya was a young drow with purple-gray skin, red eyes, and long, shock-white hair that she usually wore in a high, intricate braid. Her features were haughty and noble, her body slender and lithe; standing about five feet and four inches tall. She had long pointed ears, boyish hips and small breasts, little more than nubbins surrounding her pert, plum-colored nipples. She was the only female in her class at the wizarding academy.
Just cresting her third decade, she was in the odd-between stage of elf life for which no human parallel existed; not a teenager and certainly not a child, but also not yet considered a full adult. She had been at the academy for a few years, just long enough to get used to her studies, and then for them to pick up in intensity again. They were interesting, engrossing even, but they were also stressful, and most of all they were very, very lonely.
I do love her. She’s great. Just – she’s an introvert and I’m the complete opposite. We’ve decided to break up, but we still talk.
We’ve been dating for 5 years, and there’s a 9 year age gap. That means that she’s far less stable, and far less comfortable. Because of this, there’s stuff of mine she wants…
It starts off with laundry. She’d come over, do her laundry, and fuck me. Why go to the laundromat for two hours and do nothing when you can come to my place, get laundry done, get fed, and get fucked, and driven home.
…then by chance, I read some random article on how semen improves mental health for women, so regular injections of cum are mood boosters. Like good relationships, you make nicknames or words or whatever.. by the height of our post breakup sex, she would literally just text me “I need medicine”.
That’s my queue to get over there and give her all the cum inside me.
Recently, I’ve been enjoying a sexual relationship with a gal named Emily who I met out dancing one night last spring.
For those of you who haven’t seen pictures of me (I stopped sharing them awhile back because of some really concerning stalkers – I have a post on it if you want to know more), I like to wear a cross between a “girl next door” and an elegant/fashion-forward styles. I have a long slim torso, long legs, and relatively small pointy tits (b-c cups) and am considered beautiful by many but Emily is very different. She has a punk/goth style. She has a nose ring, lots of ear piercings, short black hair that is usually tussled and spiked in the back, and tattoos all over. Her features are delicate and angular, her lips are plump and firm, and her eyes are big and brown with long, long lashes. Her skin is like porcelain and she’s short and curvy with a long torso, narrow waist, and big round DD tits with high nipples surrounded by dark brown areolae that perk up the moment she’s turned on. Her pussy is usually trimmed into a dark landing strip and it throbs bright red in contrast to her milky white skin. She’s gay (I’m pan) and she likes her clit licked and rubbed as she’s being penetrated with a dildo or strap on. She makes sweet, small moans and gasps as she orgasms, her muscles contract and roll like waves and her cum tastes like salty rose water taffy (I am uncontrollably loud and shake and quiver when I cum). Like me, she’s capable of multiple orgasms and we have spent a number of days shut in during the pandemic making each other cum for hours on end, breaking only to eat and rehydrate. Although we have an open and undefined relationship, Emily has been my main physical and emotional relationship this past year, and she has been very understanding and supportive with my sex life and is an awesome friend as well as a lover.
She was staying in the hotel as a weekly tenant and I would visit and having sex in public wasn’t new to us but we would usually find a dark deserted place to fuck but on this one day it all happened right in front of the hotel.
It was a summer night around 7:00pm and we were just sitting in the front seat of the mini van when my lover Elizabeth was about to say goodbye for the night before she would go upstairs to her room. I would go upstairs on occasion but I didn’t like the place much and they charged $17 for a guest to go up to the rooms and I didn’t want to pay money to go up to the flea bag joint.
Elizabeth knew that I didn’t like the place so we would fuck in the Van pretty often and on this night we hadn’t planned on making out but as two horny freaks it happened without notice. I was giving her a kiss good night and it got hot and heavy with a lot of deep tongue kissing and touching and I got my hands on her belt buckle and that was enough for her to suggest that we get in the back of the van and fuck. I asked if she wanted to drive somewhere else but she said no. She wanted to fuck right there in front of the door of the hotel.
I want you and your man to come over tonight. I’m going to be rather blunt and start hugging and caressing you right away, I’ll ask for a kiss, and if you dont oblige right away I’ll just kiss your cheek and neck and ask if its okay. You’ll be fine with it, and probably kiss me properly after a moment. I’m in a certain mood and dont mind being a little pushy with my affection, you’ve never minded a little carnal convincing to get you in the mood. You do end up kissing me, its friendly, longer than a peck but shorter than i want. Perfect tease.
Your man won’t get upset, instead he’ll just egg us on because he’s immensely attracted to watching you play. He’ll smile watching from a computer chair as I hug you from behind, moving my kissies to your neck and shoulder.
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Fantasy with another Redditor ~ Not True Story ~ Just pure desires
She’d been teasing me for weeks now. Every morning, every night. It’s all that’s been on my mind since we started talking. I’ve been waiting for this meet up for so long, I can feel the anxiety building in every nerve in my body. She’ll be here soon, I’m waiting just as she instructed.
I’m in my room, on my knees. Back straight, head down facing my bed, back to the door. Wearing my pink crop top cut at the belly button. It’s about two sizes to small so I couldn’t wear a bra with it. My 32C breasts are struggling to stay in my shirt, I can feel them trying to burst out. My red mini skirt , to match my choker, was not long enough to even cover my ass, my butt plug was showing, the red jewel shimmering in black light. Barefoot, unknown to as why.. it was a bit chilly in my room and wearing so little had given me the shivers for a little while now. I’ve been waiting patiently as she asked. I was instructed not to touch myself until she arrived, which has been horrendously difficult as all I could think about while I waited was all the ways she might take me.
All this planning and I’m sitting here waiting.
Well not really sitting more like on all fours completely confined hiding in my ‘gift’.
I guess I should rewind some.
I made a pleasant mistake in sharing my urges to fuck my son with my closest friend and employee Jesse. After the initial shock of admitting of seeing my son’s cock and telling her I can’t stop fantasizing about it.
To my surprise and delight she helped me with a plan….my special gift.
I had to trust Jesse’s idea because unlike up until now I have been very vanilla and a very traditional woman.
Sure I may have portrayed on my channel a freak but I always went home to the same bed and had the same cock penetrate me….the man I fell in love with.
Then the unexpected came that I never thought would happen in a million years….I caught my son fucking my husband’s eldest daughter….Kelly. And on camera to add insult to injury.
At first I was pissed feeling I had done something wrong. Like I had raised my son wrong.