Delectable Agony: Learning to surrender [argument] [hate facefucking] [surrender] [stay still] [don’t cum] [good girl] [first time anal] [countdown] [part one?]

It was midnight by the time I finally kicked off my heels, and collapsed onto the couch. The brilliant white couch welcomed my exhausted ass, still as new as when we had bought it five years ago. The bookshelves surrounded me, mocking me with their contents, reminding me that the last time I’d touched them had been a month ago–and that had just been to dust.

My wine glass dangled from my fingers, already half-emptied on the walk from the kitchen. I chugged down more, before starting the arduous process of stripping down. A clinging white blouse, pushup bra, thong, and pencil skirt were excellent work attire (and had undoubtedly helped earn me my last promotion from that blasted Mr. Davis), but they were not comfortable home attire. My E-cup breasts fell from their lacey prison, and I flexed my back, letting muscles shift and loosen.

Above me, I heard Tom groaning as he got to his feet. I pictured him, all five-foot-five pounds of beard, creativity, and passion, struggling to wake from a sound sleep. I pictured his ruffled ginger head, that had only now began to thin. I pictured him, and I broke a bit inside.

Taking One for the Team: Part Eight [MFFF] [Straight] [Busty] [Interracial] [Anal]

I woke up suddenly, jerking up from my spot on the floor. I looked around and tried to piece what had happened together. I was at Samantha’s house. I pulled myself up from the couch. I was naked, naked, and in Samantha’s home.

It started to come to me slowly. It was Sunday, and I volunteered to help Samantha take some of her old furniture to the front of her lawn. The church was going to send someone to pick it all up. Samantha had bought all new furniture. I nodded as I remembered lugging all the furniture out the door.

We waited for the donation truck, and I helped them load everything up. We came back inside and started drinking. Was that the reason I passed out? Well, if so, why was I naked? No, we started making out, she gave me one of her bra tit fucks right here on the couch. I loved her tit-fucks. Samantha’s breasts were huge, bigger than huge. They still amazed me every time I saw them.

[MF] Horny In The Office PT.3

Hey guys, this is a follow up to the story I put out a few days ago.

I was around 19 years old and working a summer job in an office. My officemate Alice and I became close and she let me know some freaky things about her. She is a little bit of a nudist. Check PT.1 for that story.

In my last post, I talked about how I think that my boss at work found out that I masturbated to her in the gym bathroom after a workout. Ever since that happened, she was always giving me the, “Fuck me” eyes at work. I would come into her office to ask her about a certain piece of paperwork and she would always show herself off when I came into her office.

She would always insist on getting something from the bottom shelf. She would show her tight sexy ass in front of me to get flustered. She always wore tight little dark skirts and white thongs so that I could see through her skirt.

Hook-up with the girl next door [MF]

My country instated a law that an isolation period of two weeks was mandatory for everyone returning from abroad. I returned home from a work trip eight hours before these rules took effect. So under these circumstances, I would not have had to go into quarantine, my boss didn’t want to get Corona and sent me home anyway, telling me to stay isolated. (I get it, I would’ve done the same in his stead, though now I know I didn’t have Corona).

That was almost two weeks before the general lock-down for my country went into effect and everyone, who wasn’t essential for keeping the country running and its people alive had to stay home. So for my isolated, old ass being cooped up like a chicken was lasting two weeks longer than for most everyone else.

So being self-isolated upon returning home and being paid for staying home on my couch seemed like a sweet deal at first. But then Corona became even bigger of a thing and the lock-down/ quarantine rules were extended. So I smoothly progressed from self-isolation to lock-down and from being deadly bored to being depressed about it.

The time I [f]ucked an ex and his friend.

So the other night I was at home, drinking myself silly, as one does, and ended up texting an ex. It was late, and he wasn’t interested at the time, but it opened a line of communication that wouldn’t have otherwise been opened.

Flash forward a day or two later, and we’re still texting, mostly naughty stuff about how we enjoyed one another in bed, and just kind of spurring one another on. Normally I wouldn’t be open to that kind of conversation, but I’d just been through a dry spell, and had actually hooked up with another ex recently, and while it was satisfying, it hadn’t compeltely fufilled my needs. Addtionally, I had just stoped talking to a guy that I had been in a longdistance thing with. It was a weird quasi open thing, and it had been encouraging, a real connection. But now it had suddenly cooled and we weren’t talking. I do feel a little bad for what happened, but I was also feeling cooped up, and wanted to really stretch my legs.

The Time I had a Threesome with a Wannabe Pornstar and a Virgin [FFM]

A few years ago, I basically had a sugar mama. Let’s call her Jen. Jen was 5-6 years older than me, established in her career, and around the big city on an international assignment for a year in finance. She liked luxury bags, tight fitting office clothes, getting plowed, and avoiding cooking. Physically she was slim yet busty, with long dark hair, and the kind of ass you can’t have without hard work.

In contrast, I was a student living in a college town who didn’t quite have his life together. I liked professional women, and met up with Jen via a dating app while visiting the big city. There weren’t sparks quite yet, but after a few days we learned that we matched each other’s sexual tastes quite well.

We proceeded to get into a pretty regular routine: every couple of weeks, I would travel to the big city and stay at her place. Being on an international assignment, she had an amazing apartment paid by her company and it was fun to be in. She would pay for expensive ingredients, I would cook with them. She would buy me some nice clothes, I’d wear them for her. She would buy some sex toys, I’d help her use them.

A beautiful day of sexting with the Redditor in the pink shirt [mf]

Since Monday, I see you everywhere. Mostly in my dreams.

I’d never been to r/gonewild before. Maybe you believed me, maybe not. The sex I’ve had has always been with a partner, every time lock within the confines of a relationship. Casual is not my thing.

But my thing has been broken for a while. And a part of me is afraid he broke me too.

I was there to shop. Porn was so tired and stale. I needed a piece of something real to motivate me to chase the chemical infusion of oxytocin I desperately needed. A first day off in a while, the exhaustion aching in my bones. Or it was the loneliness. I don’t know anymore.

Big dicks, little dick, holy shit is that a human dick. I scrolled until you caught my eye. Why you? Could my subconscious feel the man under the sculpted abs?

I picked you, but then a jolt of bravery shot through my fingertips. “You’d break me,” the words read when I hit enter. A laugh tumbled from my lips. I just fucking commented on a stranger’s cock on Reddit. It was a day of firsts. But look at you, I thought it was like other subs, unlikely that you’d ever see it.

A Series of Risky Events.

I’m a little in disbelief today. I read the Snapchat message a dozen times, each time thinking it can’t be right. How? How could it be real, I was having the time of my life. As a recently divorced man, I was just starting to live after years in a dead bedroom. The ride, as short as it was, was a beautiful and amazing roller coaster. The exhilaration and youth I felt while pleasuring these women will be something I always remember fondly.

Last September I decided to get a vasectomy, I already have two great kids in their teens, my wife and I didn’t want anymore. Flash forward to January, my wife surprises me with a divorce. I understood her reasoning, and I respected her wishes. We parted ways and we split custody of the children 50/50. At 45 I realized I had not been single since I was 21. I was nervous to get back in the dating game, unsure of myself, and if I was desirable. My views on my age and if I would be desired all changed, and changed quickly. I was unsure of where to start over at, online dating was never a thing when I was younger. With some reluctance and a bit of coaxing from a friend, I signed up for Tinder. The options and selection for men over 40, hell 30 is very limited. It’s filled with women divorced multiple times or women with multiple young children. I wanted stability, what I found was instability and a lot of fun.

Two cousins rock each others world

This is not a true story, just a fantasy of mine with my real cousin. I changed the names so in case they find it, it’s not too obvious. This is my first story so sorry if it’s not great and let me know if there are any mistakes and I will correct them.

Jessie walked in on Bill in the shower. She caught a glimpse of his naked body. She had never thought of him in a sexual way before. Why would she, he was her little cousin. She had always looked at him as a child since she is 7 years older than him. Until now, when she saw his wet naked body. As she looked at his surprisingly muscular and toned body, she felt herself get turned on. She was attracted to her younger cousin. She felt ashamed but also thrilled. She noticed his young virgin cock. In a flaccid state, it was nothing impressive or shocking. Quite frankly average and plain, but she did wonder what it is like hard. As she continued to peek through the cracked door she hoped he didn’t see her. But a hornier side of her wanted to jump in there with him. She knew no one was home since the reason she was there is to make sure he stayed out of trouble when his parents were out of town. So she reached down her pants. She felt her panties were soaked from looking at her teenage cousin. 

The Breeding Machine: Chapter 4

**[Incest] [Pregnancy risk] [Coercion] [Kidnapping] [Exhibitionism] [Girl / Girl] [Girl / Boy] [DD/LG] [Oral fixation] [Light BDSM] [Interracial]**

# CHAPTER FOUR: THE TRIPLE

The following two days were agony. No food, no water, for two days. A cruel sentence in more ways than one. What we hadn’t considered was that, to enforce the punishment, they’d switched off the water in our en-suite bathroom. We can’t even wash our fucking hands. I think we’d taken pseudo-luxury for granted; Everything could be taken from us in an instant. There was no humanity in this place.

That wasn’t the only thing running through our minds, though. Actually there was something *far* more interesting that transpired just as we’d left that chamber.

This was that encounter:

Stepping through that second door, out of the concrete chamber and into the dimly lit hallway of cells just like our own, we were greeted by a familiar face. *Three* familiar faces, to be exact.

“El… Eloise!?” you gasp, jaw dropping, completely dumbstruck.

“Ariana!” she gawps back.