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Bo and Me, Chapter 4 — Taking a Bath (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 4 — Taking a Bath**

A soft peck on the lips wakes me up. “Took to this quick, didn’t you?” I mumble. Bo giggles.

I open my eyes to see her smiling at me. We’re lying side by side. Bo moves closer so she can kiss me again. I purse my lips, waiting for her. When our lips meet, we both make smacking sounds, then laugh.

“This is nice,” Bo says.

We exchange a few mutual pecks. Unlike what I’ve seen in movies, Bo doesn’t kiss me at an angle to avoid our noses crashing into each other; she simply presses her nose to mine. I absolutely love how innocent it feels.

After a while, I open my eyes. “Don’t move,” I tell her. Bo’s eyes widen in anticipation.

I press my mouth to hers, but instead of smacking my lips I let them linger in place, nibbling ever so slightly on her upper lip. I don’t dare go any further and soon pull away.

“That felt really weird,” Bo says. After a few seconds, she adds, “But really cool, too.” Read more »

I [m] swapped girlfriends with my college roommate for the night and we all watched each other fuck. [mmff]

A lot of you messaged me about my previous experiences with the waitress, so I’m glad some of you liked it! Had some really good convos with some girls who read it so my DMs are always open. It inspired me to write about another experience I had when I was in college. I was 21 at the time and the other people were all about the same age.

I had a pretty girlfriend at the time named Chelsea. She was tall, thin, blonde. Had really nice b cups, athletic build. Tight ass, really nice shaved pussy. Just a good looking girl. Best part about her was how adventurous she was sexually. She was a really sexual person. She turned me on to a lot of exciting stuff.

My roommate Brandon had a girlfriend too named Hannah. She was kind of the opposite of Chelsea. Short, thick, darker skin. I think she was Italian. Big tits, really fat ass. Cute face. Totally hot and I always fantasized about her. Read more »

A quick jog turns into a quick fuck in a mini van with a married man [FM]

There is a small lake near where I live with a 3 mile loop that is popular with joggers. After eating way too much over the holidays, I decided to go run. Maybe it was due to the near freezing temperature or maybe it’s the holidays, but the loop didn’t have the normal amount of joggers as a normal Sunday.

During the first lap around the lake I was focused on my breathing and cadence, but sometime during second lap I start to notice a cute guy with a full beard trailing me. I knew he wasn’t a runner and I could leave him in the dust if I picked up my pace, instead I decided to slow down and let him catch up and run besides me. We locked eyes, greeted each other and during the run we made some small talk. After another lap, I could tell he was starting to slow down and instead of injuring his ego I asked to stop and decided to stretch. Read more »

Film set broke her flimsy resistance

OTT platforms in India had gone increasingly sexual. There was a time when even kissing scenes were rare. Hugs were enough, kisses on the cheek or forehead – that’s it. A hot item number. And even if it was a kiss, it was more of just lips touching than anything passionate.

But now, entire platforms were based on pushing the story for the right sex scene. It was soft porn, and it had reached the level of the girl getting entirely topless more and more often. Relying on her hands to cover her nipples, or the camera being on the other side, or to have her boobs crushed against the bed, or just hoping that the man tasked with squeezing her boobs doesn’t let the nipple slip.

The stories had become unbelievably sexual. Read more »

Nonbinary Pleasure Fuck (First Time)

*This is a bit of a chaotically worded story. Instead of being ambiguous and not mentioning genitalia, something I’ve always disliked myself as a nonbinary person, I’ve decided to go my own preferred root and make it such a chaotic mess you have no clue what genitals are there but fuck it it’s still fun :)*

*Enjoy!*

“You sure you’re okay with this?” He asks, his voice shaky, eyes looking down at you.

You’re on your back, supporting yourself on your elbows. Soft pillows against your back. He’s on top of you, resting his long torso on yours, with your legs spread his flat stomach rests on your hips. He’s tall, 6’7 at least, broad shoulders leading down to a thin, toned waist. He has strawberry blonde hair, a fuzzy beard of stubble, and long eyelashes framing emerald green eyes. He smiles, plump lips stretched thin into a toothy grin.

“Yeah.” You nod, bringing your mouth up to his. Your lips brush up against his, you feel the heat from his breath on you as he opens his mouth, but quickly he pulls back. Read more »

Lisa’s sex addiction

Lisa had been smoking weed, watching lesbian porn and edging her voracious pussy for about 6 straight hours without cumming now. At 2 hours she couldn’t think straight, and by now, few remains of her brains were left. At this point she was so hungry for sex that her entire animal instinct had come alive. She was angry horny, desperate for hot cum, famished because no matter how much porn she watched or how many times she made herself cum with the Hitachi wand, she would not be able to produce delicious hot fucking addictive cum. It’s what she needed, what she craved, what she dreamt of and what she thought about when she woke up every day. Nothing could replace it. And it couldn’t be just anybody, she needed the cum of a sex addict.

As she thought that, Lisa fucked herself deeper with her dildo. What she was doing couldn’t be called masturbation anymore, she was fucking herself. Lisa had beautiful perfectly manicured hands that were long and elegant and hard not to notice, and they were taking turns fucking her dripping wet pussy and squeezing her big full natural tits. Read more »

A new life part 2 [Ballbusting] [S/D] [CFNM] [Strong power exchange] [Slavery]

It was a darker morning. The clouds were grey black looking angry. It looked like it was going to rain. I took out my phone. 6:56 I was nearly there. I was just a little bit from mistress’s house. The houses were big old Victorian style houses looked very expensive and flashy. At the end of the road was Mistress’s house. I could see it. It was so big it looked so nice. It was my home.

I walked up the to the house. I saw Mistress’s car it was a big jeep. The house was set back from the street and around the house there was lots of trees shielding the house from the outside. The path from up to the house was gravel. I could hear it beneath my feet. The house had a large garden and a small forest to the side and back. I could not see around the back but Mistress told me about her pool and her fancy deck and guest area around the back. Read more »

A birthday experience [MF] [T]

A little while ago it was my fortieth birthday. My wife told me she had a night planned in the city. With the kids at a not altogether spontaneous sleep over we packed an overnight bag (and an assortment of vibrators I noted) and drove into the motel. We checked in rather late, perhaps 5pm, and while the hotel staff took our bag upstairs we headed to the bar for a drink. She ordered a cocktail while I opted for whisky on ice. It had been a busy start to the year, my work was largely from home, hers at the local university (research not teaching staff) was still open for non-class activities. There was a so much more to a University than classes it’s easy to forget.

We had a meal in the restaurant, fish for her (a nice, light option I was relieved to find – although why I would doubt we were having copious amounts of sex this evening I don’t know). I went with the lamb. She ordered the wine and directed the waiter for a top up.
You don’t need to ply me with alcohol I said.
“Maybe it’s not for you..”
I stare at her. Why? What’s up?
“Not a what. A who” Read more »

My Sub Pet

Collar Gifted: Submissive Pet

He slowly and silently walked across the hotel room and laid it next to me on the bed. The collar was ready to attach other devices, the first one was the leash. He took clamps with chains and bound them to my nipples. I felt pain… and pleasure blooming inside me like a delicious, black emotion. A chain attached the clamps between themselves, another chain bound them to the collar. He ordered, “On your hands and knees.”

I gladly obeyed. He scratched my back and squeezed my ass cheeks with his strong hands and then he gave me several strong and loud smacks across my plump ass. I moaned loudly and became wet instantly at the thought that there was a prominent hand print there. Territorial ownership. Discipline.

His smile was beautiful but menacing as he took hold of an anal hook. He spat on the crack of my ass and pushed his fingers into my tight asshole. One, two, three, four fingers stretching, forcing my poor little anus. Then he inserted the anal hook in me, and with another chain, he bound it to the rear of the collar. Now, I must stay with my head and neck straight and erect; if I pull back, the front chain would pull the clamps on my nipples. If I pull forward, the back chain would pull the hook in my asshole. Read more »