File Explorer [MF] [edging] [masturbation] [toys]

Rebecca was a masturbator. There were no other words to describe her habit. Every day she returned home from her manager position at a prestigious tech firm, she could not wait to dive into her own cunt with her soft feminine hands. Standing about 5′ tall, Becca was quite easy on the eyes of her coworkers, with long curly brunette hair and D cup breasts that never failed to elicit stares. She had been propositioned by several since starting at her job in the fall, but she had so far turned all of them down; her own hand and arsenal of sex toys were the best lovers she could ever hope for.

Becca’s favorite activity was sitting in front of her computer screen chatting with other masturbators and watching her favorite porn genres. Her favourites changed almost weekly. Today, big tits and creampies were making her work her horny cunt. She sat with her legs spread wide, having just returned home from work, and felt her warm wetness through her panties.

[M/s] [Incest] [Voyeur] Sex Slave Mommy 01 – Caught My Slut Mum Cheating

**[M/s] [Incest] [Voyeur] Sex Slave Mommy 01 – Caught My Slut Mum Cheating**

It’s hard to find an apartment to rent in London. Especially if you’re a student.

I was lucky to have friends who had set me up with a place that was within my budget.

It was a small one bedroom apartment, and it had barely enough space to store everything I needed for my studies.

I’m a graphics design student, who was currently balancing a masters degree as well as side modules as a photographer and also currently working as a all-round gopher at a Design firm.

Then there’s the weekend freelance work digitally touching up photos.

Why am I doing all this?

Networking, for my career, all sorts of reasons really. The big bad world now has evolved and if I wanted to make it in my industry, I needed the foresight to know what skills I needed. That made me busy as fuck. But it will pay off… I hoped.

The downside of living in a cramped apartment was that I had very little space to store all my equipment. Luckily Mom and Dad lived a couple of hours away in Reading. I barely had time to see them lately but I try to whenever I can.

[M/s] [Incest] [Voyeur] Sex Slave Mommy 01 – Caught My Slut Mum Cheating

**[M/s] [Incest] [Voyeur] Sex Slave Mommy 01 – Caught My Slut Mum Cheating**

It’s hard to find an apartment to rent in London. Especially if you’re a student.

I was lucky to have friends who had set me up with a place that was within my budget.

It was a small one bedroom apartment, and it had barely enough space to store everything I needed for my studies.

I’m a graphics design student, who was currently balancing a masters degree as well as side modules as a photographer and also currently working as a all-round gopher at a Design firm.

Then there’s the weekend freelance work digitally touching up photos.

Why am I doing all this?

Networking, for my career, all sorts of reasons really. The big bad world now has evolved and if I wanted to make it in my industry, I needed the foresight to know what skills I needed. That made me busy as fuck. But it will pay off… I hoped.

The downside of living in a cramped apartment was that I had very little space to store all my equipment. Luckily Mom and Dad lived a couple of hours away in Reading. I barely had time to see them lately but I try to whenever I can.

[MFM] I got high and had anal sex with my cousin while her boyfriend watched.

So, I’m pretty close with one “household” of my cousins. We hang out and stuff more often than other cousins do. We’re all well into our 20s and 30s and they’re all either married or partnered, and as such I’m pretty close with their SOs as well. Specifically, I’m pretty close to my one cousin Emily [F36] and her boyfriend Thomas [M37]. The three of us have the same interests in movies, music, politics and hobbies, so I hang out with them the most.

[MF] Don’t fuck my sister!

This event happened some 8 years ago now or so. I’ve dated a little too much over the years, so I’ve a tendency to forget some of my *escapades*. I recalled this one last night when I was chatting to a work colleague. A large portion of it is quite clear but I’ll be paraphrasing in parts.

A little about me: Irish, 6’1″, 175lbs, athletic, short fair hair and a well kept red beard.

In my early twenties I lived with one of my best mates and his girlfriend after I broke up with a crazy and toxic AF ex-GF. I’ll refer to them as Jack and Jill, as they don’t play much of a part in the story beyond some context.

Jill and I never really got along, but she loved my friend and so did I. So we did our best to be civil. Jill was, and still is to this day one of the most psychotic people I have ever met. Needless to say, I can be overprotective, thus our relationship was hit and miss.

After recently coming out as bisexual to my girlfriend, she wanted me to help her understand my feelings and my attraction to men. Writing this story really helped, she actually finds it a huge turn on now.

In my imagination, I had pictured him towering over me, larger than life and unquestionably dominant; in truth, he was only slightly taller than I was and only marginally more broad across the shoulder. In fact, I was incredulous at how normal he was, so friendly and welcoming as he answered the door. A stark contrast to the hypersexual, pseudo-domineering persona he’d put across online. In my secret sexual fantasies, I had played this encounter out repeatedly, never considering what the initial “hello, I’m here” scenario would look like, but I guess after all, we were just two ordinary men meeting in the hope of having fun.

For all my choosiness on Grindr, my push to keep this excursion anonymous and the countless lies I’d sold myself about how this would be a onetime deal; I found myself feeling unusually self-conscious in his company. He was more handsome in real life than I had anticipated and I felt keen for him to like me back. Odd feeling for a straight guy to have, I reflected, especially since I didn’t even know his name. He invited me in with a smile and I awkwardly started taking my trainers off at the door, thumbling for words just as much as for my shoelaces, wondering what the right small talk is for an occasion like this and trying not to fall over.

The Music Festival -Part 2 [MF] [29M] [18F]

The next morning Sarah and I sheepishly crawled out of our tent into the circle of chairs. Most of the couples were already up and having some breakfast. From the looks we were getting, especially from the girls, it was pretty obvious we hadn’t been very quiet last night.

Sarah went bright red when she realised the other girls were all smiling and winking at her. All the girls, except one that is. Emily had a face like thunder and was cutting some serious evils Sarah’s way.

As the morning went on conversation moved on to who was going to see which bands and how to get from one stage to the other quickly enough. Sarah and I decided to stay at the Main Stage all day to make sure we got a good spot for the headline act later on.

We went off to find some lunch and then took up our positions at the front of the crowd. We danced and sang all day long. I held Sarah from behind as we swung our hips from side to side. A few times she cheekily wriggled her bum against me, seeking a reaction – it was difficult not to push back against her soft bum but there were way too many people watching us for anything to happen.

Well my [M] work day ending alot better with my partner and her mother ?? [FF]

Well where do I start there has been a very good development and before anyone says it’s incest about my partner and her mum having sex there is no blood relation as my parter was adopted by her mum.

I have to say yesterday was the best day of my life

I was at work yesterday when I received 2 text messages one from my partner and one from her mum well all I can say is I’m so glad I have an office to myself ? the one of her mum was a video of her rubbing her clit while moaning my name I was instantly hard…. I totally forgot the one from my partner until I clicked on it and it was another video of her recording her mum rub her clit moaning my name.

I instantly sent a video back of me rubbing my cock saying I’m going to make you both beg for my hard cock which I was so horny about so I ring my partner and say “your both a pair of cock hungry whores” which they both love being called.

[M]e and my ex [f]iance spent years together putting on an act of innocence, while lying about our age difference and that we were living together, fucking like rabbits the entire time.

Edited for quality and repetitiveness.

 

My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match.

 

A large component of our relationship was her love of my writing and her wild imagination. It was never a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying reading similar stories online after she and I broke up, it’s very reminiscent of the dynamic we shared. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.

 

I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the years we shared.

 

To most people we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque white picket fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors. Certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.

[M]e and my ex [f]iance spent years together putting on an act of innocence, while lying about our age difference and that we were living together, fucking like rabbits the entire time.

Edited for quality and repetitiveness.

 

My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match.

 

A large component of our relationship was her love of my writing and her wild imagination. It was never a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying reading similar stories online after she and I broke up, it’s very reminiscent of the dynamic we shared. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.

 

I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the years we shared.

 

To most people we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque white picket fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors. Certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.