Tag: Porn

Fucking the divorcee with an audience (M/F/F)

It was 4pm on Saturday when I received a semi panicked text from Stef: “do you know anything about electrical work? I tried to install this air conditioning unit and now the lights in the room and hallway won’t turn on.” I had known Stef for a while. We fucked a couple times before she was married and had continued to flirt since her divorce. The text immediately got me thinking about the time her legs were wrapped tight around my head as I made her cum with my tongue before pounding her tall skinny frame in the shower. I wondered if this was an invitation for more, but decided I was reading too much into the situation. After all, this was not a porno and she likely needed my help.

“sounds like a blown fuse… I charge $500 an hour” I joked.

“That’s not happening. But I’ll give you something to eat and be VERY thankful”

As I drove over to her house I became acutely aware of how horny I was. This dry spell following my own divorce had been going on too long. My dick strained against my pants as I realized that I was going to animalistically fuck the shit out of Stef if given the chance. In fact, I had to sit outside her house for a second to calm down before knocking on her door. Read more »

Poem about CNC from my POV

Maybe I’m bored or maybe I’m dense,
Far too often do I crave the intense.
I don’t want the option,
I don’t want the choice.
I want to be forced,
And stripped of my voice.

Far less about the physical,
Dig into my mind.
Make me question my reality,
Make safety hard to find.
Manipulate me, confuse me,
Make me feel at fault.
Breaking down the mind,
Gets you a key to the vault.

You like the fight,
I like the abuse
It’s more fun,
When I’m used.
My words say no,
My body says yes
As you force your hand,
Under my dress.
I beg you to stop, I plead and I cry,
But touch myself when you say good bye.

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Colorado CNC – Bike ride home

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I got this idea initially from u/WilyCoyoteCNC & his Colorado desert post. Thank you for letting me pick off of your content!

You don’t often see people riding their bikes out on this road this early but I knew she would be out. Colorado is chilly in the mornings this time of year. I have spent a couple days “accompanying” her on her rides. It was fun to scare her, the reflection from the sun on my windshield and my tint prevented her from seeing me but she would still turn her head to look at me as I trailed her. I already knew where she lived but I never followed her into the neighborhood, no need for her to know I know yet. Today is Monday though and she’s home alone so I am going to pay her a visit after her ride. Read more »

My Power Is Old Hat, but Good Times [FF D/S]

When I was 18, I noticed people started agreeing with me more. I could go up to any adult, and generally get me way. This realization caused me to experiment, which lead to me learning that this persuasion was enhanced by touch.

Now that I’m entering my mid 20s, I can simply touch the head or shoulder of any adult, and convince them to do or think or say anything with my mind.
Obviously I could use this to climb the corporate ladder, or because world famous, or lead a cult, maybe even take over the world, I don’t know. Instead, I mostly use it sparingly, unless I’m horny.

I have used this power to accumulate quite a large number of sexual partners. At first, I got carried away and created a harem of sorts where everyone was constantly fucking and I was cumming at least three times a day. That kind kind of exhausting after a while though, so I ditched that and moved on with the goal of getting enough money to take my show on the road.

Now, whenever I see someone cute, attractive, sexy, or even just interesting looking, I control them for a bit, and then make them forget. Read more »

[F]irst time sharing a guy with my best [F]riend

Liz was my best friend in college and despite having different tastes in men- we got along super well right away. Liz is the type that liked to hang around the frat houses incessantly. You might even say she was a frat slut. She has the body for it- so why not? Liz has wide hips and the nice bubble butt to go along with them. Her tummy is skinny but soft and pierced. She’s cute but not necessarily *so* cute that she has an attitude about it. The first thing, though, that everybody notices about Liz is her boobs. They’re *huge* for her petite frame. She has probably one of the nicest pair of tits I’ve seen to this day and guys obviously love it.

This is the story of the night that Liz came back from a night of partying with a frat guy (not an unusual occurrence) and invited me into their room to join them (a first!). Read more »

[MF] 34M First Time Interracial Sex 25F

The following story depicts me experiencing interracial sex for the first time. Note that any reference to race is not meant to be demeaning and will not be worded so. References or depiction of race is needed as this was a fantasy of mine and to see it from my perspective “black” and “white” will be used to describe us.

I recently moved to a new city and downloaded tinder for the millionth time in my life to try to meet women. After weeks of swiping I noticed I match with a lot of black girls that are younger in age then myself, usually 24-28. For a few years now I had developed an interracial fetish admittedly from watching porn. I really wanted to fuck a dark skinned black girl and I realized through tinder I could probably fulfill this fantasy for the first time in my life. I begin swiping right on anyone who matches the general idea of what I want and after a few weeks I match with one girl who immediately starts talking about sex. She is 25 and at the time it was hard to determine if she was a tan complexion or a dark but within a day of matching with me we are already talking about fucking. Read more »

[MF] – Playing the Sims4 together

Hi all! [29M] First time posting here – I woke up horny this morning and found myself browsing through the great stories in this sub, and wanted to share one of my own.

You never would have thought you’d see a post about the sims huh? Well, for those of you that don’t know where this is going, there’s a mod for the Sims4 called WhickedWhims that adds the ability for sims to have sex. I just happened to stumble across it one day and have enjoyed it off and on for something different to do than simply watching porn.

Now, at the time I was spending a lot of time in online communities (sorry reddit you’re not the only one) and found myself in a discord with some wonderful people. Some time passed and this [22f] – lets call her Anna – and I started flirting and sexting, nothing too crazy. Next thing you know we’re talking over voice chat (nothing sexual yet, mind you) Read more »

My[F] special evening with Desmond (long)

Disclaimer: This is a very long story (4,000+ words) but I couldn’t otherwise fully express the passion and importance of this experience. Also, the events I’m describing happened fourteen years ago, but my memories of the evening are vivid. Accept this as me reliving that evening in my imagination.

After I gave two groomsmen blowjobs at my frenemy’s wedding [My [F] Bridesmaid Blowjobs], I went back to my apartment and masturbated for over an hour, having multiple squirting orgasms until I collapsed from exhaustion into peaceful sleep. The next morning, a Sunday, I slept until almost noon, until I was awakened by the sound of an incoming text message on my phone. Grabbing it from my nightstand, I saw that the message was from Desmond, which made me smile.

Desmond was one of the two groomsmen I had given blowjobs to the day before. He was a hunky black guy with a big uncut cock. The evening before, when I was masturbating, I played images of Desmond’s big, hard, cock sliding in and out of all my holes, like watching my own private porn scenes. I had given him my number hoping he would look me up, and I was thrilled that my hopes were coming true. Read more »

Flight Home [FM]

I finally made it through security and was hoping to enjoy a few unhurried minutes in one of the coffee shops—no such luck. Evidently, everyone was leaving New York that weary Wednesday morning, and the extra-long lines to check-in had left me only a few minutes to run to the bathroom. I thought I was saving time by not checking any baggage, but rolling my little bumper sticker covered up pride didn’t help me much as I made my Olympic jaunt to boarding. I made it, and just as I sat down, I heard, Good morning, we will now begin boarding for flight 2167 nonstop service to Atlanta; I laughed; I would barely have time to catch my breath. I was flying coach, of course, and my zone was boarding first. I like boarding first and exiting last.

It meant I had to squeeze down the aisles between hardly any people. While I loved to fly. I hated the swarms of people here and there, and especially in the tight confines of the plane. So I boarded and found my seat in the very last row. I wondered if anyone had bought the seat next to mine. The plane was full of what I call stuffy men in suits and a few other tourists. Read more »

The Professional Woman: Part Two (Two of Two) [MF] [Straight Sex] [Busty]

The weekend passed quickly. Mark had movers come to get most of his belongings. As I walked through the house Monday morning, it was a shell of what it used to be. The couch was the only thing in the living room. The kitchen was bare because most of the cooking utensils belonged to him. I found it strange that he had done most of the cooking in the house.

I smiled as I looked at the Keurig coffee maker. It was one of the only things in the kitchen that I had bought.

I sat at the table and smiled. I was free. Apart from the long conversation with Mark’s mother about her ring, everything else had gone smoothly.

Agatha screamed and yelled at me for what seemed like hours. I don’t think there was a single curse word that she hadn’t used. Then she said she hoped I died a long and agonizing death then hung up. All in all, I think it went well.

“Hi, Steven,” I said as I passed the security guard at the entrance to the building.

“Stephanie,” he bowed. “We are with you,” he whispered as I got close to him. Read more »