It all started a few weeks ago when we moved into this new apartment that directly faces another block of flats a few metres away. Our bedroom window looks onto the bathroom window of another flat (which isn’t ideal normally but in this case it’s been a bit of a bonus). I’ve been with my wife for eight years. She’s very pretty but can be quite bland and distant sometimes. We’re both thirty and I recently have had a bit of a thing for younger women. I fantasise a lot about fucking college girls with big tits and asses. I like how wrong it feels, especially with the cheating aspect.
Tag: Porn
Like a Good Neighbor – Part 10 – [FFMM][Cuckold][Oral][DeepThroating][Dominating][Force Creampie][Cum Eating][Cum Swap]
-Back by popular demand-
Five months after getting caught…
The Saturday morning sunlight peeked through our bedroom window and hit me square in the face. I pulled the comforter over my face to shield myself from the bright sunlight. Warm breath tickled the back of my neck and gave me goosebumps. A strong, muscular arm reached across my waist as fingers spread across my very noticeable baby bump. I could feel Kurt’s body pressed against my backside. He was so warm and comfy I couldn’t help but scoot back against him and press my body to his. I felt his fingers brush aside my hair as his lips touched the soft skin on the bottom side of my neck. Slowly, I felt him suck and tease me as he made his way to my ear. I was tingling with anticipation as I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck.
“Good morning, my love,” he whispered into my ear before kissing me on the cheek.
His soft, affectionate, yet deep tone made me smile with excitement as I rolled onto my back and lost myself in his eyes, “Good morning, Baby.”
“Patton’s Drive”
After splitting with Tracy, Patton found a rental deal with five people he managed at the Rip’s Billiard Room & Bar in Pasadena. This rental was a mansion at the top of the hills in East Los Angeles. Two female bartenders, a waitress, a chef, and his best bouncer – shared the main house.
Patton rented the basement servant’s quarters. It was a large, basic apartment with everything he would need. Full kitchen, full bath, and a separate bedroom – a bedroom with closet that smelled of mildew. Damned thing seeped every time it rained.
“Good thing I’m in L.A.” If I lived in Seattle, I’d have to buy a fucking canoe.” he told his best friend Charlie.
Patton was a beautiful specimen. Twenty-five and striking. Soft blue eyes framed by high cheek bones, a square jaw, and a thick head of hair which was black as night. Six foot tall, one seventy – he projected innocence and strength all at once.
She Makes Me Watch (FMM, Cucking, Humiliation, Degradation)
“Jesus… Mackenzie, do I REALLY need to be here for this?” I tried my hardest to sound forceful and confident. She could see right through it. She knows me better than that.
“Yes. LAWSON,” she glared as she put the extra emphasis on my name. She knows her tone can make me feel like I’m a total loser. “You DO need to see this. You need to know how it’s done the RIGHT way. I need fucked, and you just can’t get it done with what you’re working with.” She sneered down at my dick while she said it.
It’s not like I’m a small guy, either. 6’1″, 225, and fairly athletic. I guess I’m above average in the dick department, but it’s not like I’ve gone around comparing it with anyone. I guess that’s not good enough for her.
She was so sweet when we first got together. At least she ACTED that way. About 5’3, 115lbs, long, wavy black hair and super cute glasses. She looks like the picture of innocence. She was a little freaky in the bedroom, but lately, she’s just been so damn MEAN to me. When we’re in public she acts so sweet and lovey-dovey, but the instant we’re out of sight she practically rips her hand out of mind and glares at me. I tried figuring out what I did wrong, but I just don’t know.
(_|_) Fun in Retirement – Di Found A Vibrator! [MF]
I’m a 75 year old retired widower living in a retirement village and having the time of my life with friends (especially with some of the women). What goes on is not what you would expect your grandfather or grandmother to get up to. Here are [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/) if you want, but they aren’t really necessary to read.
I haven’t written anything for a long time. Just haven’t felt like it.
Last year we were stuck in the retirement village for months because of COVID-19. Basically we didn’t leave the village. Our shopping was done for us. They asked that we don’t have family or friends visit. All because the village is full of elderly. We have even been asked to keep our social interaction to outside and practicing “social distancing”. No new news there for anyone.
I haven’t written anything for a long time. Just haven’t felt like it.
Last year we were stuck in the retirement village for months because of COVID-19. Basically we didn’t leave the village. Our shopping was done for us. They asked that we don’t have family or friends visit. All because the village is full of elderly. We have even been asked to keep our social interaction to outside and practicing “social distancing”. No new news there for anyone.
Encounter at the Library (Fiction) – I’m just a hobby writer and never shared my work before so here we go. Hope you like it.
**Encounter at the LIbrary**
Rebecca Nelson considered herself to be the typical housewife. However, most people would say she was anything but typical. The people that knew her best would say that had ‘the girl next door’ looks, but the people who saw her out and about would say she was rather stunning. Though she tended to dress conservatively for most occasions, she had been known to turn heads when out dancing, or on a dinner date with her husband. In her younger days, she had a promising career as a ballet dancer until an ankle injury changed all of that. She never looked back though and quite enjoyed her life as a housewife. In her spare time, she still taught all manners of dance at a local dance school. While she enjoyed dancing and teaching others to dance, she also enjoyed the physical exercise and the effect it had on her body. Despite having two children, she was still very tone and the envy of the other soccer moms. Her husband was also quite fond of the benefits the hours of dance had on her body. He often joked that she had the hottest body that no one could see. Not being the jealous type, he spent many years trying to crack her out of her shell and show off her body more often. He would buy her outfits that she could never imagine wearing in public. Despite her looks, and knowing how attractive her body was to others, it just wasn’t in her diminutive nature. Rebecca was shy and very submissive by nature despite her attempts to be more aggressive. Most of the time she didn’t mind the way she was, but there were always those rare moments when she thought she should have said or done more.
First ti[M]e giving head – Exploring [M]y sexuality (bisexual)
Standard apology in advance for typos on mobile. This happened a few years ago and I’ve been dying to explore more ever since.
I was in my early twenties at the time and feeling unusually lonesome after a long, dark winter in Canada. As a tall, daily gym-goer, it wasn’t particularly difficult to attract the attention of women, but for about 6 years prior, I had been thinking about what it would be like to be with another man. The thoughts and fantasies first started coming to me like a snap out of the blue in university while on a trip abroad. I found myself only now asking myself what taboos had held me back in the past, however, and decided to see if Craigslist could help me satiate my desires (back when it still existed).
I put up a fairly timid post asking if there would be any guys around my age who might want to help me explore my curiosity slowly and discretely. I heard back from the usual plethora of thirsty guys but what caught my attention was a young, 19-year-old student home from university who seemed out of my league to the point that I thought it could be a catfish. A little bit like Zack Efron, with a swimmer’s body. After messaging for a week or so and spending nearly the entirety of that time hard in my pants at work, in the car, etc., we decided to meet up on a Saturday after skiing with my friends.
On Display At The Art Gallery pt.2
An hour later they were sitting in the Denver airport waiting for a flight to New York.
Kayla could not believe the size of New York city from the air. Buildings as far as she could see. She didn’t care for it.
Taylor had someone pick them up at the airport and forty minutes later they were walking into another gallery with a sign that read (Taylor’s world of fine art)
This gallery was about the same size as the one in Denver but the art was different and did not have any of the southwest style art like in the Denver gallery.
This one had more modern art styles, mostly nude paintings and nude bronze sculptures. Kayla thought they were beautiful. None had a porn feel to them. They were truly beautiful but at the same time they were erotic and very expensive. Some were as much as $50,000.00 dollars.
Taylor introduced Kayla to another woman, she was younger then Teresa and dressed more punky. She had a ring in her nose and tattoo on her neck. Her name was Lisa. Lisa and Kayla visited while Taylor and some artist talked about a new sculpture he was working on.
The [f]irst girl I [m] fisted
I did not have many conquests in high school. I had exactly one long term girlfriend and then right at the end of senior year, I hooked up with another girl who I had been friends with for a while. In college this started to change. Even though I moved about 2 hours away for college, I kept in touch with some people from high school. Eventually, the conversations with one girl (Samantha, or Sam for short) turned a bit more relationship-y and sexual.
Fast forward a couple of weeks and we were informally dating. I had returned to my home town for a weekend and of course we decided to meet up. After hitting the movies and dinner, we went back to her home in town – no drinking or partying, we weren’t 21 yet so alcohol was something that had to be planned, rather than easily acquired.
Sam was very pretty. Her body was curvy, 5’6″, alabaster white soft skin, dark almost black wavy hair, gorgeous blue eyes. She had large, soft, milky breasts. Her hips were wide and her ass matched the rest of her. She wore more makeup than I usually like, but she took great care in it and honestly did a very good job.
Lady Lorelei Part 2 [FF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis]
**Lady Lorelei Part 2**
“First things first,” said Lorelei as she stepped past Stephanie. Stephanie had shown up wearing the proper attire: cotton white bra and panties. She was permitted a long coat to cover herself, but nothing else. “We need to go over the rules.”
“The rules?” asked Stephanie.
Lorelei swung her crop against the back of Stephanie’s thigh. Stephanie cried out in pain, but she didn’t talk.
“First rule, don’t interrupt me. No more asking ‘what.’ No more clarifying questions. If you don’t understand, you will get the crop.” Lorelei smacked Stephanie’s other thigh with the crop. She appreciated the symmetry. Stephanie cried out again but was quieter this time. “You will say, ‘yes, Lady Lorelei,’ if you feel you need to say something but can’t find the words. You will soon find that to be your favorite and most useful phrase. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Lady Lorelei,” said Stephanie.
Lorelei nodded and clicked her tongue behind the girl. Lorelei was ‘dressed for battle,’ as she called it. She was in her white corset, white stockings and garter, and bright red heels. She wore her hair in a bun, but nothing tight. Taking her hair down was a reward most pets cherished. Brushing her hair was a privilege few pets ever earned.