I wanted to come over and give you a massage… You work so hard healing other people: this time I wanted to be the one to nourish you. It’s dark when I arrive at your house… I’m not sure exactly what to expect; I just know that I can’t stop thinking about you… and my hands rubbing massage oil allll over your body. When I arrive, you’ve got the massage table set up in the living room and your favorite band playing through the speakers. The huge salt lamp in the corner creating a soft, romantic ambiance. It’s nice and warm in your house and I feel my body flush with anticipation, making me warmer still.
Tag: Oral
Perspectives of a Hollow Man Ch. 1 (18M/18F) (oral) (heterosexual sex)
A hole has many uses. It can store things. It can hold objects. It can be filled, and it can be emptied. The hole may start in an empty state, but soon be overflowing with objects. However, holes are unsanitary. After placing objects in a hole, they will inevitably come back to you in worse condition, dirtier and used. I now ask this question: Why use the same hole time and time again, when you can use a new, fresh hole each time?
This is my introductory paragraph, and I’m damn proud of it. This is the only time I’ve ever actually put effort into any writing assignment. If I don’t get a good grade on this bullshit, my English teacher Ms. Duffy will flunk my ass and I’ll get expelled. Fuckin bitch. Why do I have to spend my time writing about shit I don’t care about when my true talent is on the football field? Wish I could tell Ms. Duffy to suck my balls, but unfortunately I need to get on her good side. I’m a great wide receiver on the field, but apparently not good enough for USC to completely disregard my shit grades. I just need one A in a class, and they’ll offer me that football scholarship.
Caleb and Annie [M28 F24] [masturbation] [oral] [daydreaming in the workplace]
God my feet are killing me. I’ve been on my feet for the whole day. In these god awful black heels. I am so grateful to Caleb for helping me get this assistant job but it does pain me sometimes. I’ve made some friends in the workplace. Jerry was fun and I guess counted as the office clown. Then you had Rebecca, everyone called her Becks, she was loved by everyone in an adoration kind of way. But next to my cubicle was a feisty young woman called Jade. She was far from fat but curvy in all the right places. She had lilac hair and a string of tattoos scattered across her chest as well as a few on her arms. I could only imagine where the others were hiding on that gorgeous body of hers.
We had become great friends almost in an instant. She was flirty and had such an outgoing personality. She wasn’t shy and she had the sort of confidence that could crush a man’s soul. If anything she was the opposite of me. And yet here we are, close as can be and she seemed to genuinely like me. It wasn’t just a work friend situation either. We would meet up outside of work and even ditch work when we could afford to just to go drinking. She was the kind of friend you didn’t know you needed until they fell into your life.
All About Her Part 5 [M18-F41] [Cuckolding]
By the time I made it to the top of the stairs I saw Mags’ had left a trail of clothes like breadcrumbs leading toward the shower. As I reached the door I had stripped off my pajamas, but was in such a rush to join her that I had forgotten to remove my socks. Thankfully it didn’t slow me down as my mouth devoured hers. My hands sought out her breasts, eventually slid through her trimmed pubic hair and began caressing her clitoral hood. She shifted her position leaning back against the glass door, propping her leg on the shower bench affording me easier access to her sex. My mouth moved to her breasts as she stroked my cock with her free hand. As I slid two fingers down gently separating the labia and into her she winced. Her reaction surprised me and I quickly but gently removed my hand. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I trimmed my nails….” Mags looked at me and said, “It’s ok. Come on, Luv. Let’s keep going. Don’t want to waste that nice hard cock, now do we?” By that time she had turned off the shower and was drying herself as she headed for our bed. Still perplexed by her experiencing pain at my touch I followed suit and joined her in bed. She took over and serviced me with her mouth in her usual, spectacular way. She was a master, with tremendous oral skills. Her lips and tongue could work magic bringing you to the brink and back until your body screamed for release. Depending on her mood or level of arousal she would let you finish on her tits or swallow you dry. She is a marvel. I was, for that moment, oblivious to any and everything but her servicing me.
01.20.23.01 QUITTING MY JOB & BEING TAKEN BY THE TAKE-OUT MANAGER [M54/F30][oral]
The lunch was amazing. The partners whom I submitted my surprise resignation to a couple of hours earlier, took me out to eat at the private Fort Worth Club a few blocks away. I was boarding a plane back to Paris on Sunday, so I ordered something totally regional, a chicken fried steak and all the necessary sides. I had never heard so many affirming and gracious sentiments directed my way in the few hours around the table and on my final walk back to the entrance to the parking garage as we parted ways. A sense of relief permeated the inside of the interior of the Acura MDX I had borrowed from my older sister I was staying with for my stop over in Ft. Worth. I took a deep breath and sighed. It felt like there was a new and empty space in my chest and mind. It was all done. With the ignition and hum of the fine tuned motor under the hood, it was literally my new start. I was also aware of the smell of this new SUV and the incredible handling and ride as I drove back to my sister’s house. After a debriefing with my sister and brother-in-law on my resignation, I retired to the guest room to answer an incredible but beautiful feeling of sleep that was descending on me. When I awoke a couple of hours later, I found myself wanting to take another drive. I offered to treat my hosts for some Tex-Mex takeout, and volunteered to go pick it up. I wanted to drive that car again. The light of the day was setting as I parked the SUV in the “to go” parking space. I entered my information in the restaurant’s app, noting I had arrived and was in space #4. Within minutes a brunette woman who seemed to be in her thirties came into view from the establishments outside lighting carrying two large take out bags. She was wearing dark black leggings and a long sleeve baseball jersey like top, with a v-neck and buttons up the front. Her ample breasts beneath the jersey soon caught my eye. I lowered the window. “Where shall I put your order sir? Front seat? Back seat?” I looked at her name badge, she wasn’t a regular employee, she was the restaurant manager. She walked around to the other side and opened the front passenger door. “On the floor sir?” she looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes. Her cleavage was in full view as the interior lights spotlighted her as she bent forward into the car to place the bags down. I was immediately aroused. She caught my eyes looking at her and then looked up and connected with mine. She wasn’t phased or blushed, but smiled and reached to hand me my receipt. Her hand deliberately passed mine as she rested the receipt directly on my hardness through my pants, and she held it there against me. She got into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her. “My name is Vivian,” she quietly said, as the lights shut off. She unbuckled my belt, unlatched my pants and pulled my zipper down in what felt like a blurred moment. I felt her take my hard cock into the warmth of her mouth as she immediately began to stroke me. I reached underneath the front of her and grabbed her breast with my right hand, feeling her hardened nipples through the jersey fabric. My left hand was on her head as I felt the softness of her hair. I was at my precipice fast as I arched my back and held her head in place as I my surge overwhelmed me and I began shooting streams of my cum into her mouth. My spasms were strong, but she stayed fixed as her lips closed tight around my shaft. When the last of my release subsided, she remained connected as I felt her throat muscles swallow. With that, she got back up and handed me some paper napkins from the bags as she sat back in the passenger seat and sighed. She pulled the visor down and fixed her hair and make-up in the vanity mirror. As she opened the door to leave, she turned and smiled at me and with a wink said, “Welcome to us, Jett. Welcome to us.” She shut the car door and as I looked down to clean the head of my cock with the napkin and then looked back up, she had disappeared, only the sight of the restaurant’s side door closing, framed in the lighting of the building’s fixtures.
Road Head – (MF, Oral, True Story)
Ready for a true story? Of course you are.If you know me, I’ve never been into people who you’d call “traditionally” attractive. I don’t like my men to be these tall, strong jawed, muscular, Alpha Men.
I’ve never needed my women to be busty, long legged, supermodels. I can appreciate it, but it’s just not for me.
I prefer their personalities and how they express them. Sounds corny, I know. I’d rather them have their vibe as a person, and I’ll see if we mesh. My longest relationship was with a girl that had the aesthetic of librarian, (Plus her tits were absolutely fantastic.)
Now my favorite man… his name was Cameron.When I lived in Manhattan, I ran into him at a bar. He was a high school History and Philosophy teacher. And he looked the part. When he wasn’t dressed in suits, he was dressed in sweaters, cardigans. He looked straight out of every girl’s fantasy that has a crush on their teacher. He was tall and had a bit of muscle, but his frame was built for hugs and cuddles, not pinning me down. His jaw was sharp, but his face was gentle. His voice was deep, but as sweet as a lullaby.
Fun with collar and cuffs! [MFM]
*Warning: There are aspects of race play in this story, with some politically incorrect language. If that’s not your thing, move on.*
During a visit to Los Angeles in 2017 we passed by a sex shop and went in for a little shopping. There was a leather bondage set – collar, cuffs and a leash. They were trimmed with lace, and had little heart shaped locks that fastened them in place. Girly bondage! We bought the set, thinking it could be fun.
A few weeks later we were in Charlotte, NC for an event, and had a beautiful suite at a hotel. My husband had directed me to pack the set, along with my “stripper heels” and a schoolgirl skirt. At breakfast that morning he told me we were going to give the set a trial run that afternoon, and that I should be prepared to be a very bad girl. As directed, I went up to the room after lunch and had a shower, applied some body oil, and put on the skirt and heels. Nothing else, as he told me to stay topless and with no underwear.
Mixing Work And Pleasure [MF 40’s] [Cheating] [Creampie]
We met at work. I had been with the company 10 years, she was working on her second year. She was gorgeous, long blondish hair, eyes that seemed to change color based on what she wore. She has a tiny frame and a phenomenal ass. An ass that needed to be worshipped.
We didn’t get to talk much, when we did it was always flirtatious. We were both married, but you could tell there was some underlying chemistry between us. One day she asked me for a favor on some merchandise we carried. I tried to help her, I even gave her some free merchandise I had won. The banter started to pick up about a week ago. The flirts became more real, when we were in a room together the sexual chemistry was undeniable. We even moved our conversations to a texting app so that we could keep it from our spouses. We’d chat every night, sometimes until very early in the morning. Both of missing sleep and missing each other. We started to share pics, we started sharing fantasies and eventually began sexting. Both of us agreeing that if we get the opportunity the sex would be mind blowing.
Cake Eaters pt 2 [MF, cheating, public, anal, oral]
Part 1 here:
Cake eaters pt 1 [MF, cheating, exhibitionist] [50M, 40F] from Erotica
She quickly ducked down under the counter before my regular customer opened the door. Naked, she crouched in front of me. My still hard cock bobbed in her face.
“Hi there,” I greeted my regular, trying to play it cool. Well, as cool as I could with this lovely and lean nude gal looking up at me. She had her hand over her mouth trying to stifle a laugh. She removed it and started to lick her cream off my cock, catlike. I struggled not to give myself away.
“Anything hot come into the shop?” the regular asked.
I looked down into her brown eyes, she was grinning, and wrapped her lips around the purple head of my cock. It took all my control not to moan, or even fill her mouth with my cum. She was enjoying this situation. Fortunately, the back of the counter was raised and enclosed with a swinging half door. Our secret would be safe if I didn’t give it away.
Random Encounter from Reddit early last year [MF]
Early last year I [41m at the time] had posted a dirty r4r looking for people with cnc fantasies. I had a few replies and 1 really good cnc, but this isn’t about that. About three months after I posted, a woman [29f] replies and asks if I’m talented with my mouth at all. It had absolutely nothing to do with my ad, but I’m intrigued, so I tell her of course, I’ve had more than a few compliments, and I’m actually kind of proud of my oral skills. I ask why. She says her boyfriend isn’t very good at it, and doesn’t enjoy performing on her, so she’s on reddit trying to find someone who’s talented with their fingers and tongue. She had a throwaway account, so my default assumption is spambot.
After a couple conversations, and some verification to know she was real and located in the area, I volunteered my oral services. She says can’t travel far from her place, it has to be in the middle of the night, the only thing she wants is oral on her… she had a lot of rules, but I respect rules and boundaries, so that wasn’t an issue at all.