The View Up Close [19M/23M] [Exhibitionism] [Voyeur/Stalking] [Femboy Maids] [Handjob] [Blowjob]

“Watch out!”

I didn’t listen to my friend’s warning, and ended up taking a nasty tumble.

I was used to climbing mountains, looking for birds. That’s what I was doing that Saturday afternoon. I had spent a little too much looking up through binoculars and not enough looking down at my feet. End result? Me walking over the edge of a steep cliff. It had been a painful couple of hours, and then a boring couple of days in the hospital while they let the bones start to set and fitted me for a cast. It was good to finally be home, albeit in a wheelchair, to have some peace and quiet.

I was under doctor’s orders to keep this cast on for at least six weeks. But that was fine – I had health insurance and an extended leave policy that I was taking full advantage of. And besides, who could get bored with a world’s worth of information at their fingertips? The weather outside is all nasty and stormy right now anyways, and the middle of August was a pretty tough time to be outdoors in this part of the country. According to the people at the hospital, I should be back in walking shape by fall, and then it’ll be time to get outdoorsy again. Wind and rain howled at the window as I stretched out at my desk and brought up social media.

Christmas BBW [MF]

As ever, I’ve changed names for anonymity. Three stories here, all from one night; each time, the action starts at xxx if you want to skip to it.

Introductions:

I’m Dan – since I became single, I’ve been doing a load of exercise, so along with my broad shoulders (which are my favourite feature), I’ve also managed to give myself a six-pack… as long as I’m standing in a particular light, at a particular angle. My cock is average length, but a bit girthier than average, and cut.

I’ve known Tracey for a decade or so, but haven’t seen her for a good few years. She is really attractive; above the neck, she’s very pretty, with neck-length brown hair, she looks a bit like a thinner Chrissy Metz. Below the neck, she is on the large side, with enormous breasts, and they’re quite prominent (they don’t slide around the side, I mean); her torso still has that “triangle” shape in that her chest is wider than her stomach and hips. She’s bigger than average around the stomach and thighs, so I think she’s heavier than “thiccc”; she certainly calls *herself* fat. I can see why some people wouldn’t be attracted to her, and why she’s self-conscious about her weight, but if you’re a boob guy – and I am! – she is *incredibly* attractive. As a reference, I’d say she’s some combination of Chrissy Metz and Angel Deluca, and maybe Simone Staxxx (but white).

wanted to cross the country by using my mouth, ended up barely crossing a couple state lines [FM]

I had realized that my love of sucking cock set me apart from the other girls I knew. I just couldn’t get enough. Cocks are so beautiful, no two the same, and guys seemed so grateful to have theirs sucked.

I got invited to parties, and weekends away, I made (guy) friends, I never once had to pay for weed or alcohol. As a fourth year, I had a boyfriend again. He said he’d never cum from oral and then when I could do it, it’s all he wanted. He really liked keeping his cock in my mouth during a movie. Until suddenly he didn’t. He broke up with me because he didn’t like “my obsession” as he put it.

And so that summer I was feeling reckless and silly and heartbroken, like maybe it’d be hot and adventurous to hitchhike across the country. I bought a taser and a cell phone (this was a while ago, people didn’t all have cell phones). I told a guy I was friends with my plan, and he said he’d check in on it every once in a while and make sure I was okay.

My short time as a [F]emale receptionist working at a very unique place…

After I moved to the city, I was out of the job. I started scouting ads in the paper for somewhere to work. Something popped out at me that looked interesting: a sperm donation clinic. They needed a receptionist for the front desk.

I quickly picked up the phone and gave them a ring.

Not long after I was working alongside an actual nurse who had been with the company for years. Her name was Diane, and we got along great from day one.

It never really dawned on me until I was told that the method that the men used for producing the sperm they donate was good old-fashioned masturbation.

It was a little strange at first, but I got used to it. All nursing revolves around body functions (in a clinical sense).

Besides, I couldn’t see or hear anything either, so what difference did it make to me what was going on behind the closed door of the room they did their business in?

Some of the donors were in and out in a matter of minutes, while others could take up to an hour and even more sometimes.

the man who loves power series: Alex pt1.

It was the very first time I had done what I was doing. It was somewhat unnerving but also so enticing I couldn’t resist.

We will say my name is Tyler for the sake of the story and to keep my actual identity safe.

I was 19 at the time it feels like ages ago now at 30 but here we are as clear as day recalling it.

I had been introduced to a couple who I baby sat for while they worked at a bar. The husband (Jake) was what most would consider to be as manly as anyone. Short well kept hair on his head and face along with tattoos about 6′ tall and a military special forces background.

His wife (Alex) was the most barbie doll looking woman I have ever seen. Straight blond hair always in makeup she didn’t need with soft blue eyes standing about 5′ tall with DD tits and a slim waist with a perky but smaller booty and toned legs of a runner.

I’m about 5’11 190 lbs with the muscles of a football player and curly medium length brown hair and eyes. No tattoos and a boyish face with no facial hair.

Bad Day Happy Ending (Age Play F25, M40)

The day started off rough. I had class at nine in the morning and woke up exactly at that time. I ejected from my bed and scrambled towards my closet, going through my clothes. The fast movements made my body ache. And the girls didn’t help much either; they just won’t stop growing. In the past couple of months I had to replace my bra’s and now those are fitting too tight as well. Feeling frustrated with my body and myself I yank it off. “Guess I’ll just wear a tank top and no bra.” I mutter in defeat slipping into my top.

I catch a glimpse of my toy that’s on top of my nightstand that is at the side of my bed. It’s been a while since I satisfied my needs, maybe that’s what I need. A little me time to distress.

It bummed me out, thinking about sex. I craved a mans touch. And with my breast hurting I wish I had someone to suck on my nipples. Sex would relieve some aches from my body. But sadly I am single, so its me and my toy tonight.

“I’m so greedy for you”Cunnilingus short story

At first you made me scared. More nervous/shy than scared, but I was still on my toes. You knew what I was capable of and all I wanted to do was please. I came into this with the mentality of exploring you and your desires, not mine. Im used to pleasing, thats just what I do…Im just used to it

It started with your smell. It hit me straight away, making me softly gasp. You probably couldn’t hear it which was good because I was barely holding my shit together as it was. Immediately I knew I had to have you. Innocently cuddling made it worse. I couldn’t shake off your smell. It surrounded me, tied me up and took advantage of me. At one point I just accepted that I was fucked. Im a sucker for anyone that smells this fucking divine.

The Sexiest Whisper [MF]

My [39M] wife, Clara [35F], and I spent the holiday season much as we usually do, between home and various parties hosted by our friends and work. Most are casual, but every year, her friend Diana throws a proper soirée at a community center and it’s usually a week or so before Christmas. Everyone knows the date a month in advance because you’re supposed to go all out. Dress to the nines, break out the nice jewelry, and plan to drink top shelf all night at the open bar with fancy finger foods to help sop it all up.

Well this year Clara had surprised me with an advent calendar full of sexy gifts. But today, the 16th, the calendar just said, “you’ll know it when you hear it.”

Well the whole day passed and I tried to read sex into the most mundane things Clara said like “take out the trash” and “can you vacuum the carpet.” Those were, regrettably, just chores.

I was getting, well, antsy, because we were going to a VERY fancy party, and we always stayed late… because everyone stayed late.

slap me while you cum on me [FM]

I was on the sofa and he leaned over me, started teasing me, kissing my neck and face, pushing his tongue into my mouth; his hand got heavy around my neck while I sucked his tongue panting.

His knee was between my thighs and I started moving my pelvis, rubbing against him… he kept stroking and squeezing my neck, sometimes I was short of breath and I became more and more wet.

Clutching his hand around my neck he whispered close to my ear “do you want to come into the bedroom with me?” but I, impatient as always – with a faint voice – replied “no… take me here ” lowering my shorts.

Not even the time to rest his erection against my vulva, which had already slipped inside me, soaked as it was.

He started fucking me hard and squeezing my neck for the last time, to my ear, he said “you are absolutely a slut “, he repeated it several times while I moaned and nodded…

Succubus: How I [M] Got Pushed Way Past My Limits by Crazy Woman [F]

I am older and boring but occasionally like to think back on my University adventures and really need to practice my writing ability (this counts as work, right?) So therefore, enjoy this old story about when I had less brains and more libido. This is the story of how I figured out that I actually DO have a hard limit of how many times I can get it up.

This story occurred not too long after I started graduate school I would have been about 23. Now I am a pretty average person, I would say my best feature is my eyes. I was a nerdy kid who was never in great shape. Now that I am older and married I am really out of shape. But there was a short period of time in graduate school when someone told me the best way to deal with stress and depression was to exercise. Therefore, I started running 10 miles at a time and going to the gym nightly. Needless to say, this had a distinct advantage on my sex life at the time.