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The First Fuck [MF] – UK Single Mum (30s) seduces young Plumber (20s) Part 2 [True Story]

If you’ve ever needed your plumber in the winter, you’ll know it’s a very busy time of year and very hard to pin them down. And I needed my plumber. So I asked him to come check and bleed the radiators in my bedroom as he was passing. He was happy to oblige, as long as I answered the door naked.

I’ll be honest, I was a bit too shy to be completly naked, so I wore a sheer, black lacy wrap and black lacy panties – teaser photo is on my profile. (The kids were out and I was home alone.)

My heart raced as I heard him knock at the door, and I could make out the shape of him through the glass of the door. I unlocked the latch at let the door swing open, my semi-nakedness hidden behind it as he stepped over the threshold. I shut it behind him without the neighbours seeing – (what would they say), and grabbed at him, pulling him towards me, kissing him with need. His hands were everywhere, grabbing my tits, arse, enjoying my body. We were definitely fucking today. Read more »

Young redditor loses his virginity to an older woman (ESL)

Finally I hold you close. We have planned it for weeks, and finally your head is on my chest and my arm around you. I can feel your heart pounding, hear how you try to keep your breathing slow and deep.

We’re on the bed. Both fully dressed, silent, just getting used to each other’s physical presence. We’ve talked it all through countless times. As I listen to your breathing I pull you closer and tell you everything is just fine, you’re in control. I can feel you nod against my breast.

“Are you OK, baby?” I ask you kindly, bringing my hand up to run my fingers through your hair.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you whisper, “but can we lay like this for a while?”

“Ofcourse we can, baby,” I lay my chin on your head and close my eyes. I hold you tight against my body and inhale your scent.

You have your arm around me, and I can feel as you start moving your fingers against my side. Very softly you pull your hand towards you, but leave it laying on my tummy. You’ve never been with a girl before, this is all new and intimidating to you. Read more »

The Walk of Shame and the Surprising Second Round – Fucking on the WoS [FM]

I’ve always found the so-called ‘Walk of Shame’ to be a surprisingly cathartic experience. There’s something wonderfully Zen and calming about stepping out into the crisp morning air still resplendant in the previous night’s finery. There’s nothing quite like some gentle sunlight and a morning breeze to soothe the rough edges of the inevitable hangover – Because, lets be honest, the illustrious Walk of Shame is rarely strutted without the intimate acquaintance of Mr Alcohol loitering – and allows the first moments of reflection on the evening’s antics, safe in the knowledge that you’re heading and and have once again managed to avoid losing a kidney to a lunatic on the black market..

…Or is that just me?

Perhaps I’m romanticising the situation a little (And I very much am. Living in England it’s rare even in the tender embrace of deepest Summer to wake up to such a serene and delightful day. British mornings are invariably freezing cold, overcast and drizzly, and you spend your walk lamenting on not bringing/losing your coat), but on the whole I do genuinely find a sense of peace and tranquility to the morning walk after a night of dubious debauchery. Read more »

Bumping into my ex on vacation leads to the sexual adventure of a lifetime [MF] Part 1

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A familiar Avicii song was blared over the speakers. It was one of those songs that always got a pop form the crowd, but would inevitably be ruined by the DJ with a God-awful drop – one you could only appreciate drunk. We were in one of those famous beach bars in Thailand, *the* beach bar according to Hailey.

“Hey man, where’s Wesley?”, Baxter asked as he coddled a bottle of Jack through the crowd – finally setting it on our table.

I gestured towards the sea of bathing suits and baby oil right behind us. “Somewhere in there”, I chuckled back.

“Anddd why aren’t you with him?”, Hailey continued. If it sounds like I wasn’t having fun, I was merely tired. It was day 3 of our vacation, and we’d been drunk every single night. I was running on fumes. Read more »

Public car bj and fuck with French girl fulfilled both our fantasies [MF]

I said in a previous post that I have a huge public sex fetish and I’ve spent my time living London indulging this in as many ways as possible! I’m retelling these stories now as we are all in lockdown in the UK and wishing for better times when we can go out and hook up again.

This was just before COVID hit last year. I matched with a French girl on Tinder who was in London for a few months to improve her English and was really just looking for a good time. She was an au pair for some kids in a posh part of central London (Chelsea), and had some free time whilst they were at school. We messaged for a bit and the conversation quickly turned sexual. We were both super horny and after exchanging a few Snapchats we were both ready to explode and agreed to meet later that afternoon near where she lived. Spontaneous and risky, but the best things usually are ;-) She couldn’t host, so I suggested I drive and we use my car….and she then confessed it had always been a fantasy of hers to give a bj to someone driving. Obviously I was happy to indulge that…and given that I had never been with a french girl and my love of public sex, we were both set to be happy! Read more »

[TM] first I’m time with a man while being a woman.

This was one of the best days of my life. I’m mean I’ve had a few good days so it would be insulting to say it was flat out the best day ever. But I’m sure we can all relate to that part. First let me give you a bit of an insight as to the beginnings of this predestination.

By the age of 16 I was proficient in the use of girls clothing to create the overwhelming sense of ease and joy in being feminine. The rush of the moment and the sexual urge has no doubt been the catalyst to my addiction. Addiction isn’t a good word but it’s as close to explaining the fact that it became an inevitable urge that I could not suppress. I suppose like hunger, and hunger isn’t an addiction. Sure I went long periods where I never had the urge but I’d always find that little need in the back head to fulfil my femininity. At aged 21 I had a small collection of random outfits and under-ware and was developing my skill sets which included tucking and creating cleavage. Now this was enough to look down and be contended that I look feminine enough. This was short lived. If I ever went a period where I’d sustain my urges, they would come back with new ideas to try something else. Now by that I mean add another step in the process that makes me more feminine and for a while I’d be contented. For example I’d buy heels. Then I’d try sexy lingerie, dresses, skinny jeans, all sorts of toys of ever varied colours and sizes. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 5 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 5: The Words Themselves**

**Laura**

“I can’t believe she just took it,” said Nikki into Laura’s neck. The two women were curled into each other, naked and sweaty in Laura’s bed.

“I know. Not only that, she seemed to take it well. Very well.”

“You said she started working immediately?”

“Yup.”

“No Muse Session?” asked Nikki.

“Not tonight.”

“That’s why you’re in such a good mood,” purred Nikki. She kissed Laura’s neck.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason.” Laura lowered herself and met Nikki’s eyes. “Can’t be anything else.”

Nikki kissed her. It was long and firm. Nikki’s lips held Laura’s, and nothing tore them apart. They didn’t need air or tongue. Nikki wanted her, and Laura needed to be wanted.

Laura broke away and smiled. She ran her hand over Nikki’s cheek, through Nikki’s hair. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever kissed,” she whispered.

Nikki rolled her eyes and sat up out of bed. “Funny,” she muttered.

“I thought so.” Laura took advantage of the space to stretch herself out. Nikki got up and started to put on her panties. She was wise enough not to wear a bra for this visit. Read more »

The Alice and Clark show (Part 1) [3rd Person] [MF] [Bondage] [Fiction]

Drew leans forward on his taupe-colored, padded, leather office chair, clicking from email to email, making sure he’s up to date on the office’s happenings. A good day for the company, for sure. New business rolling in and some older clients looking for new services. Being a consulting firm in advanced tech can make for interesting days. But there is still no taking away from the reality though, of it being “the same old,” after years of grinding and building a reputable firm. As he finishes the last new message, Drew leans back in his chair, rubbing his eyes gently, and looks out of his office window to the dark-haired girl sitting in her cubicle from the glass partition of his office. His dark-haired girl; and smiles.

Just as he goes back to his computer, and the work in front of him the sound of the glass door opening breaks his daydreams.

“No knocks?” Drew mocks, jokingly at his friend. He breaks into a smile, “Thanks for coming by.”

“No probs, I was just around the area,” Clark replies as he seats himself on the cube-shaped armchair, facing his good friend. “Look at this place,” he says marveling at the meticulously decorated corner office. Contemporary, sleek, and clean. “Do I need to take my shoes off at the door?” he laughs? Read more »

Innocent girlfriend My girlfriend was naïve and innocent, but we soon educated her

To say my girlfriend was innocent and naïve was an understatement. As part of her college course she had to attend a Crown Court case. She was nervous and I agreed to go with her. During the trial she was taking notes and as the case concluded she had to decide if she was for Guilty or Not Guilty. We waited around the court house for just twenty minutes when the Jury was back. We took our seats and awaited the judgement. He was found guilty and after a short speech from the Judge he was given a custodial sentence of three years. Harriot (Harry) had written down Not Guilty and looked perplexed.

Back at her parents she asked what I thought and I told her, without doubt, he was as guilty as sin. She started looking through her notes then she asked, “When he said he was getting a blow job, what did he mean?” I tried not to laugh, and as her parents were out, I told her to close her eyes and open her mouth. She did as asked and I was quick in unzipping and stuffing my semi hard cock in her mouth. She pulled my cock out saying, “Oh you always thinking about sex.” then I explained that a blow job was when you suck a cock. Harry exclaimed, “Why the hell didn’t he say so then.” I just laughed. Read more »