My Grandmother’s Diaries (1895-6) [FF][Toys]

Part 3:

From my Grandmother’s diaries
1895-96 October to January

The weather has turned, there is a new heat, dry. The north wind blows and brings heat with it, something I am definitely not used to. The ground cover is already looking a little brown after the rush of growth over the cooler months. Magpies here are a little different than they are at home, or in China. Black and white they have a different pattern than our birds and they have a warble song that can be quite beautiful. The trouble is they are also very territorial when nesting.

I did take my painting things out to the bush and immediately fell prey to a swooping bird. I was lucky in that I was wearing a broad brimmed hat, if I hadn’t been, I suspect the bird would have had a chunk of my hair in their nest. I moved away very quickly but the monster kept coming at me. I had no idea this would happen, so was taken completely by surprise. Eventually, I was far enough away from its nest that it gave up. I did ask about this from my neighbour, Rose when I got home again and she told me it was normal this time of year. My first encounter with real wild life in the colony.

Working in Real Estate part 1 [M35/F30] [oral] [fiction] [penetration]

Note: hi all, this series continues one I wrote last year featuring some local real estate agents. Yes, the people and descriptions of them are real, just changed their names. The story is pure fantasy, but I hope you can still enjoy it! If you want to go back and read the first series, I’ve linked the first story below, the rest can be found on my profile.

[M]y [F]avorite Realtor part one from eroticliterature

In the two years since I had last seen my favorite realtor, Kayli, our lives had gone in drastically different directions. My wife and I had separated, not due to my cheating, but into reasons I don’t want to get into. She kept the house, later selling it, giving me a small amount of the profits, and moved into a townhome. I rented an apartment, worked a ton of over time, and started taking better care of myself, hiking and playing basketball as much as I could.

The Prisoner: Part 2: Dinner With the Enemy [FFM 20s-30s] [Orc] [Fantasy] [Fdom/Msub] [Bondage] [NonCon] [Breeding] [Long]

**Part 2: Dinner With the Enemy**
Varden awoke on his back, arms above his head, on the rug of the command tent. He glanced down, expecting to find himself covered in bruises. Instead, he was covered by a thin blanket, woven of some soft material.

The act of lifting his head and looking down sent splitting pain through his head. Gods, that powder. What had it done to him?

“Ah! You’re finally awake. Splendid,” a woman’s voice announced beside him.

He craned his neck, seeing Lorel lounging on a large dining chair at the head of her oak table. A spread of food was placed before her, the delicious smells wafting his direction. His stomach grumbled; he hadn’t eaten in… Wait, how long had it been?

Lorel was dressed, thankfully. She wore a pair of high leather boots, soft looking pants, and an elaborate tunic of silk, some kind of woolen shirt peeking out beneath the sleeves. She looked comfortable, like a human noble might, though far more casual.

“How long did I sleep?” he croaked. His throat was raw.

“Oh, twelve, fourteen hours,” she responded in a nonchalant tone. “It’s supper time. Hungry?”

Emma the Escort and her Week Long Job – 1 [20sF/30sM][con][oral][fiction]

During her wild college days Emma realized she liked getting fucked. She also realized that guys liked fucking her. So half way thru her junior year she dropped out and started her own escort service. Working for herself allowed her to only accept jobs she was interested in. It had been about three years and she figured she had probably worked every type of job there was for her;  Virginia, married couple three-somes, boys weekends, frat parties, one night flings. But today she was looking at an email for something new. It was an offer for a week long job. For an almost impossible to pass up amount of money. Emma had looked the guy up. He was handsome. Mid-30s, shaggy blond hair, green eyes. He appeared to be in shape and unmarried. He had a pretty high level c-suite job for his age. There wasn’t much information about what the week would entail. Devon, that was his name, said he would give her the particulars once he picked her up on Sunday. If she declined he would pay her a small sum and she could be on her way. But if she accepted, he would pay the full amount after returning on Saturday. Emma was interested. Was she going to play the part of girlfriend at a family vacation? Be his arm candy at a school reunion? So even though the money was there, after 3 years of this work, the novelty of the offer ended up snagging her attention more than the cash. She emailed Devon back that she would take the job. Only a few minutes later he had responded. He would be picking her up at 10 am on Sunday. He would tell her his ideas on the way to the airport and she would still have a chance to back out. He also included a suggested packing list. Emma opened the document and scanned it. Her eyebrows rose.

Wife’s work trip goes down memory lane resulting in an amazing blowjob [MF]

My wife recently had a work trip in a city about an hour away. She rarely travels but in this city she previously dated a coworker years ago who was still there. I only know this because recently we had begun playing around with hot past stories in the bedroom as we have introduced realistic dildos and a sex machine for homemade threesomes. Needless to say it drives me wild thinking about her with other men from her past.

The night before after getting into bed I mentioned how it might be awkward if she ran into him at the meeting but she shrugged it off saying they ended on good terms and he was always respectful so it wouldn’t be weird. I recalled her mentioning in the past he was a good lover and was one of the rare ex’s that could make her cum, with is cock and tongue. Either way I felt my cock grow thinking about it and when she caught me smiling she instinctively reached for my cock pulling it out of my shorts.

A Memory 💦

Typically people have a tendency to oversell themselves. At least braggarts do. That’s what I thought you were. There is some truth to that in other aspects, but when it comes to sex, you deserve to brag.

How it started is kind of hazy, it was always like that back then. We spent as many late hours as we could drinking and playing pool and that only added to the tension. We’re both too competitive for our own good. You always had me beat at playing pool though. We probably started our night there. I probably lost every game we played. I probably owed you more kisses, our currency for victory, than I actually provided. We definitely ended up at your place then.

At your place, we probably drank a few more beers and ate some cheap fast food. Maybe we put something on that we could act like we would be watching. This is where I’ll pretend to know the rest. 

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The Agreement – Part 1 [MF 30s] [D/s] [oral]

There was a knock at the door. She looked up from her drawing, and idly wondered if that was the delivery she had been waiting for.

She got up from the sofa and opened the front door. It was him. A jolt of surprise and excitement ran through her and she could feel her quickening heart beat. He was here? Now? It had been months since they had discussed this, she had started to wonder if he would ever actually follow through.

‘I err, wasn’t expecting you’ she said and then, slightly belatedly as her head caught up to what was about to happen, she added ‘…Sir’

‘Surely that’s part of the fun?’ he said walking into the house. ‘Now be a good girl and show me how pleased you are to see me’

As usual, a small giddy thrill had shot through her at his use of ‘good girl’. Why did that affect her so much? Her initial surprise at him suddenly appearing at her house was fading and being replaced with a sense of mischief. This is not how she had planned to spend her Sunday afternoon, but as he had said, that was part of the fun. She felt slightly flushed and was aware of growing feeling between her legs, a pleasant warmth but also a kind of yearning ache.

The 11 Cumbatants of Oral Cumbat

These are basically the ladies who will be “Battling” to the death in Hell for the Oral Cumbat Tournament

Madison Ivy
Abigail Mac
Nicole Aniston
Molly Stewart
Capri Cavanni
Nikki Benz
Savannah Bond
Monique Alexander
Katrina Jade
Tina Kay

And Finally Christy Mack

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Den of Depravity! [group sex] [oral] [facial]

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When I first moved to NYC, I couldn’t afford shit. I found some roomies on craigslist. And I’m gonna be honest, it wasn’t the best environment for me. Lots of drugs. Lots of alcohol. They were all very young. I was 21. Ten people in a two bedroom on the Lower East Side. Rent was already cheap, but divide it amongst 10 roomies and it was insanely affordable.

People slept in the same beds. Others would take a couch. There were sofa cushions everywhere. People slept where they could. They were so comfortable they would brush their teeth while other people were using the toilet. It was an experience. Some of the people who lived there would beg for money. Others would steal and resell stuff at pawn shops to cover their share of the rent. A few people had real jobs – not just for the income, but so they could steal from their employers.

wanted to cross the country by using my mouth, ended up barely crossing a couple state lines [FM]

I had realized that my love of sucking cock set me apart from the other girls I knew. I just couldn’t get enough. Cocks are so beautiful, no two the same, and guys seemed so grateful to have theirs sucked.

I got invited to parties, and weekends away, I made (guy) friends, I never once had to pay for weed or alcohol. As a fourth year, I had a boyfriend again. He said he’d never cum from oral and then when I could do it, it’s all he wanted. He really liked keeping his cock in my mouth during a movie. Until suddenly he didn’t. He broke up with me because he didn’t like “my obsession” as he put it.

And so that summer I was feeling reckless and silly and heartbroken, like maybe it’d be hot and adventurous to hitchhike across the country. I bought a taser and a cell phone (this was a while ago, people didn’t all have cell phones). I told a guy I was friends with my plan, and he said he’d check in on it every once in a while and make sure I was okay.