“Fuck this Delhi traffic”, I muttered under my breath as the cab tumbled on another 20 meters, and the light turned red again. The cars moved collectively, languorously and slowly like a great giant beast, spewing out soot and smoke out of their exhausts. With my earphones on to block out the kind cab driver trying to make small talk, a man crooned about his lost love to the rhythm of his guitar into my ears. One song turned into two, and then three. Now another artist talked about how he got hoes, and jewels and how his weed is the dankest. The beat slapped, though. One more song later, I was whisked away from the hustle bustle of the Delhi roads onto the well maincured portico of the hotel. ‘Will be there in 10’, I sent a quick text as the car came to a halt. A burly mustached man opened the door for me with a wide grin, as I impatiently stepped out, nodding to the driver’s request for a good rating. ‘I’m late.’ I think to myself as I stand at the reception, shuffling my feet, as the smiling lady checks me in. “The other guest has already checked in, sir”, she informs me curtly. “I know, thank you”, I say with as much sincerity I could muster as a bell boy half snatched my bag away from me as he led me to my room. “First time in Delhi, sir?”, he asks as he half walked infront of me, half with me as he led me to the elevator. “I am from Delhi, have stayed here for more than 15 years”, his polite smile turned into a confused one, and he didn’t really know what else to say. We stepped into the elevator and the door shut “How long have you been working here, Anchit?”, I asked him looking at his name tag trying to make small talk. He seemed like a nice guy. ” 2 years, sir”, he replied as the elevator dinged and the door opened to my floor. “Which way is my room?”, I asked him taking my bag from him in the elevator, his eyes betraying the confusion he felt. “To the left, sir?”, he replied back quizzically, and I handed him 50 rupee note as I stepped out of the elevator. “Thank you, sir” he said with a smile, and he pressed a button and soon he was whizzing down the ground floor. I walked to my room, stopped in front of it, and took a deep breath. I’d been waiting for this meeting for too long now, with impatience.
Tag: Porn
This [23F] Latina masturbation fantasies
When it comes to my sexual appetites when browsing for porn, I tend to lean “buffet” and sample as many different genres as possible. I often joke that I’m try-sexual, as I’ll give everything at least one go… So in my actual sex life, I’ve had both male and female lovers. I’ve been both the dominant and the submissive. I’ve had group sex and happily masturbated alone with nothing but a glass of wine for company. Sometimes, my solo-sexual escapades outshine even the most perfect partners because no one could possibly be as in touch with your own wants and desires as yourself.
Still, when pleasuring yourself, unfortunately, I am forced to forego that delicious element of surprise that comes from fucking a creative lover. You know, those moments that just curls the toes… I mean, my favorite Lovense vibrator never once scooped me off the couch and fucked me against the wall with my hair pulled at the most divine moment. So, without further ado, my favorite porn choices.
I think my roommate wants me to look at her tits…? [FFM]
Hello everyone. I’ve been a big fan of reading this kinda stuff for a while, but I don’t have any crazy sexy stories except for the occasional risky sex with my GF. We’ve been together for two years, and things are pretty good.
I moved in with my GF – let’s call her Molly I guess – last month. She has been living with her best friend for a couple of years, but they’re both about to graduate. I already have my degree from last semester, but I am still jobhunting and doing gig work on the side, so I decided to just move into their student apartment after leaving my dorm.
Molly’s got this friend that we’ll call Jasmine, ‘Jazzy’, for short. They’ve been friends for a while. Jazzy has a *great* fucking body; her tits are probably Double-D’s, but she’s shortish (5’6) and petite so they really pop. She also has a really, really nice ass; tbh I think my GF’s is better, but I can’t help but stare at Jasmine’s when we swim She’s white, but not scandinavian or european or anything. I honestly wonder if she’s got a bit of Ashkanzi jew in here sometimes, because she has a pretty face sculpted like somebody of that lineage. She has brown eyes, and very good skin, but I wouldn’t say she’s like, scarlett johannson or anything. Greaaat body though.
Some thing you just have to laugh
I have been bisexual before I meet her. She laid her bisexuality bare we got together with couples and she enjoyed herself with another woman. She shared her bisexuality with me I got her comfortable with her desires and fantasies. In some ways, I wanted to share my bisexuality with her. It was something I was never comfortable with myself. The thought of her seeing me sucking a dick. Or her ever seeing me getting fucked with a dick in my ass and enjoying it. I thought and decided not to ever tell her or her to see it. It was more about my discomfort about it myself.
I was laid off looking for a job all morning. I got so fed up I was going to do something had not done In years. I wanted to go suck a dick. I went to an adult book store. There were not even glory holes back then. It was just a booth padded bench seat with a big screen. I pulled up parked had not been there in years. Went in got tokens went in booth put tokens in started jagging off. The door cracked open bit he looks in said can I come in? I said sure. We were both jagging off watching the porn. Then he gets on his knees starts sucking me.
(M) Watching her…
Sometimes during a break at college you just want to be alone.
There’s this place I go at the end of the field, there is a small wood, I go there to be alone. And there’s a stash of porn mags in a plastic wrapper under a rock – if you don’t know what porn mags are then you didn’t grow up in the 70s and 80s (and 90s!)
When I got there I saw her – the girl from English class. She’s quiet and interesting, petite with long brown hair, a bit Goth, looks like Room With A View era Helena.
She’s rifling through my porn stash!
Then she takes one sits on the floor, on the leaves. I don’t think she can see me. She flicks through the pages, pausing then turns the page.
Finally she hitches up her skirt, I can see her white knickers, and her full unkempt bush bursting out around, she has curls down her inner thighs.
She puts her hands on her knickers and presses, and I can see the hair underneath, and then she very slowly starts rubbing, slowly, rhythmically.
Mistress Daughter part 4 [incest] [M/d] [lesbian] [bdsm] [impact play]
* Author’s note: This is a commissioned series, so has been written with a specific purpose, both in plot and grammar. *
I had pretty much got used to being mom’s mistress. We had both become comfortable with her being my good monkey. But a whirlwind few days interrupted our sexual relationship. We had to just be family for a bit. My grandmother passed away and mom had a lot of sorting out to do. I helped where I could, but I didn’t know much about how to handle something like that. Especially since mom was adopted, so it wasn’t her blood mother. Apparently, that complicated everything. Even dealing with the nursing home. It was messy, and not really the time to abuse mom. I could tell it was getting to her, naturally. I knew she needed the release of what I do to her, but there was rarely the opportunity to do anything big.
[F] poor woman’s vibrator
when i first turned 18 the first thing i wanted to go was go off and buy a bunch of sex toys. it never clicked in my head how expensive it would be (for the good ones at least). so due to being a broke college student on top of having strict parents and living alone i wasn’t open with many options (also covid so i couldn’t just go into any sex store). i had to make do with what i had and find a solution to my problem because my fingers just weren’t cutting it for me anymore. don’t get me wrong i LOVE my fingers and the magic they can really work but i wanted something more and exciting. i happened to be rummaging and cleaning out my bathroom when i found this electric toothbrush that no one ever used.
The Equipment Manager S01E04 (M/M, dubcon, oral, anal play)
They had a list. Of course they had a list. As if it wasn’t enough that I was agreeing to be the personal fuck buddy for an entire college football team, they had their own set of demands on top of that.
I didn’t even unfold the paper in front of Avery; I couldn’t. My stomach was suddenly in knots as the realization that this was becoming real really hit. I held in my hand the final conditions, the last thing to agree to, before everything was set in place, and I became theirs. “I uh… OK I’ll look it over and get back to you, alright?”
“It’ll be fine,” Avery said, placing an encouraging hand on my shoulder. “There wasn’t anything too outrageous, I made sure.”
“Alright. I’ll uh… look when I get home, OK? And text you?” Avery agreed, and I stuffed the paper into my pocket.
—–
All evening, it was like I could feel the paper in my jeans; the weight of it, the warmth of it. A few times I had to check to make sure it was still there and hadn’t fallen out, because if anyone else found this, everything would have been for nothing. But no, the list stayed perfectly secure in my pocket until I took it out that night, as I got ready for bed.
[F4M] Aunt Jenny’s Guidance [MILF][DRUNK AUNT][MOMMYDOM][DIRTY TALK][COWGIRL][CREAMPIE]
Friday night was pizza night. When Collin came home ‘early’ from his friends at 10pm, he was surprised that his mom and aunt were still awake in the dining room. The kitchen counters were full of three pizza boxes with a few slices missing from each and two dark glass bottles empty beside another. He heard his mother and aunt before he saw them. They sat in the dining room laughing as they pawed at another trying to stay in their seat.
“Oh, honey, hi, I didn’t see you come in,” his mother said.
“There-there’s pizza on the count-counter and wine- no, not wine, you can’t have wine,” his mother laughed with Aunt Jenny. “There’s soda in the fridge.”
Collin shook his head, almost laughing at how ridiculous his mother was. At 18 years old, he had never seen his mother get this drunk before in his life.
“Thanks, I ate with my friends,” Collin said. “Where’s dad?”
“Oh, asleep,” Aunt Jenny said. “He’s no fun.”
Collin decided it was best just to go upstairs as the two women started their absurd laughter again.
Muslim Hotwife Prequel: How We Met [MF]
Muslim Hotwife Prequel: How We Met
(See my earlier post if you want more context: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iommef/muslim_hotwife_mf/)
I. Background (Jump to Section II if you just want to read some action. This is a long story.)
This happened in the days just before Christmas, 2019.
I was in town for work. The tech company that employs me, which shall remain nameless, has an office in the region and I have a few engineering teams here. I make periodic trips to rally the troops and had one last meeting to get out of the way before everyone disappeared for Christmas.
I am a seasoned business traveler and always make sure to exercise and eat properly while I’m away from home. And I felt entirely comfortable standing in this gym, looking down at the increasingly heavy (for me) weight at my feet. By the standards of actually strong men, I’m not a strong man. But neither am I weak, and in most commercial gyms I’m among the strongest people in the place.