In my senior year of high school our house was next door to the hot blonde cheerleader’s house and even though her personality made me want to yeet her off a cliff, she was hot beyond hot. She graduated 2 years before me and was now enrolled in community college. She had nice large firm breasts that jiggled just the right amount, a tight little round ass, toned and firm body from her cheer routines and she was very pretty. But what made it the best was that during the summer she would tan in her backyard in her bikini and my 2nd story bedroom had line of sight from across the 2 acres of land that separated us. Just far enough that she couldn’t probably make out my form with the naked eye but close enough that binoculars gave me a perfect view of her. When she lay with her feet towards me I could just barely make see the camel toe in her tight little bikini.
Tag: Straight
New Years Eve [fmf]
It was New Year’s Eve 2016. I went stag to my friend’s house party, kind of bummed not to have a date for the night but ready and willing to find someone to kiss at midnight.
Doing the rounds and saying hi to friends, meeting new people, doing shots, having some chips and guac, the night was starting off right.
At around 10, my friend from high school, Michelle, arrived with a girl I didn’t know.
Michelle was a little cutie. She was 5’2, sandy blonde, petite but had some meat on her bones, and tig ol biddies. (She looked like Drew Barrymore in The Wedding Singer but with longer hair)
She was dressed to the nines. An amazing black shimmery cocktail dress with a deep cut neck line.
She had always been a girly girl and liked to dress up. Especially on holidays. She was a fun little ball of energy but definitely the type of person that would give advice or criticism without being asked and she was used to getting her way.
Teasing Him Over the Edge [FM]
I tie you to a chair naked, your bare cock sitting in your lap. I lay on the bed in front of you. I spread my legs and begin to rub my pussy over my underwear as I watch you. Your cock starts to stiffen as you watch my face light up in pleasure. I start to moan as a wet spot appears on my panties. You watch me slide my panties to the side, strings of my juices clinging to them. I slide my fingers up my slit, mound, stomach, and chest, then bring them to my lips. I suck them clean as I watch your cock twitch. I smirk as I start to gently play with my nipples poking through my shirt. I eventually pull my tits out of my shirt and lick my fingers. I start twirling and pinching my nipples, my legs still wide apart for you to see everything. I run my hands back down my stomach to my clit. I tease it slowly as I moan softly. I get too excited watching your cock continue to grow. My juices drip down to the bed as I slowly begin to finger myself. You watch me as I throw my head back and moan from pleasure. My fingers go in and out; you watch them disappear and reappear covered in juices as you imagine they’re your cock.
Friends from Work Pt. 1 [MF] [420] [Penetration] [Teasing]
Will post Part 2 soon want to see what everyone thinks
Louis was rolling a fat one as his work buddy showed up. He had gotten it to look just perfect, an even amount of weed throughout, and about five whopping inches in length. Enough to get even two heads like themselves wicked high. The door finally rang as he finished it up.
Hope had come quite aways for this dick, and was more than ready to get down on it. Ready to act on all those fantasies she’d dream as she gazed at him constantly. She felt flustered as Louis came to the door in what felt like forever. She felt an intense urge to hump his leg as soon as he opened the door, but even for Louis that would probably be a bit much. He moved the latch to unlock it, Hope starting to feel as if she’s floating, and as the door swung open she was hit with the smell of patchouli and and that vibrant Scorpio energy. His neat little goatee complemented his cute, child-like smile, despite looking quite old for his age, and his silky, chest-length hair draped over his broad shoulders, sparkling and glittering from roots to ends. “Hey baby,” he said in a chirpy tone unusual for himself. “Mind the ride over here?”
[FFM] [voy] [exh] ART CLASS – A true story of my one night in my days as a male go-go dancer.
**You can view full the illustrated version of ART CLASS at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)
Working as a male go-go dancer from Key West to Provincetown, I learned firsthand that often women can become pretty daring. While dancing, rotating my buns as I thread my way between the tables, I’ve had even the most prim-looking gray-haired ladies grope my crotch and go as far as to slip their nimble fingers between the elastic of my briefs.
Recently, I was enjoying some well-earned time off when a friend asked if I’d be interested in earning some easy money posing for a women’s art club. Sure, I said, expecting anything but what happened.
Most of the women were older, mid-thirties and up, a lot of divorcees and several widows. Everything went fine until I disrobed and took my position on the small elevated platform wearing only a skimpy bikini. One of the students, a svelte woman around forty, with the firm, pointed tits and short-cropped, salt and pepper hair recognized me as a dancer from one of the local clubs. She got the other women revved up, and soon art went down the tubes as the class clustered around me pleading for a demonstration of my act. They’d make it well worthwhile, they promised, with much more than I’d earn posing. I couldn’t resist.
The Rabbit Hole Part 13 [FF] [Hypnosis] [Mind Control] [Doll] [Forced] [Exhibitionist] [Free Use] [Threesome]
**Chapter 13: The Rest of Your Life**
**Nadia**
Nadia woke up to Penny’s command. Before a thought could dart through the stream of her mind, she was Dolly again. “We have a big day ahead of us,” said Penny. “I need your help to get me ready.”
Penny made Dolly give her clothes that would fit her. There wasn’t much, but Dolly found something that was a little too long on Nadia and therefore a little too short for Penny. It was a simple sunflower dress, making Penny look girlish. Not that Dolly thought Penny looked girlish. Dolly didn’t think at all.
Dolly was ordered to put Penny’s makeup on. The first time wasn’t good enough, so Penny made Dolly do it again. Dolly fixed Penny’s hair. Penny didn’t like the first two styles that Dolly tried. At first, she wanted Dolly to be expressive, artistic, and creative, but Dolly wasn’t capable. Instead, Penny walked Dolly through the mechanics of doing her hair with precision. She wanted her hair curly, in a ponytail, with two perfect curls dangling in front of her ears. She spoke like an instruction manual, and Dolly operated without failure.
My Morning Bus pt. 2
Doo doo doo
My alarm rings. I hit the snooze, which gives me 15 minutes.
The first thought that pops up was my encounter yesterday. His eyes up and down my body. His rock hard penis cumming to my body.
I reach down and start grasping my breasts. Imagining his hands running down my thighs as I move my hand up towards my
Doo doo doo…
Switch my alarm off. I’m not sure how time moved that quickly…
I get dressed again, but this time as I grab my panties I stop. Maybe I’ll see that man today. Should I leave these? I can feel myself getting wet contemplating this, but there’s no way I can do that… I continue to get dressed my school uniform, white shortsleeved shirt, tie, navy jacket and navy skirt.
I rush downstairs and grab my lunch from Mom. “Thanks!” I yell as I run out the door.
I’m on time today, which I’m really not used to. I get to the bus stop and wait. What do I do if I see that man again? Should I sit next to him?
Broken Pt. 3
I considered going to the police, but what could I tell them? Even if they initially believed me, Carman had the video with my wife and Raul fucking like animals, proof that she wasn’t an unwilling participant. Once the effects of the tea wore off she probably wouldn’t remember a thing, innocently telling them she was there of her own free will to get an operation. I’d come off looking like a complete fool, if I didn’t get arrested myself! I even thought about getting a gun and acting like Clint Eastwood, but I didn’t own a gun and didn’t know where to get one. Even if I could obtain a firearm I wouldn’t know how to use it with any proficiency.
I was pretty sure Raul and Durian could use a firearm though, and probably had several of them stashed around their house. Raul had suggested they’d both been ex-military at one time, proficient with martial arts, so probably guns too. I felt crushed, helpless. I’m as macho as most men, and just as ineffective when it comes to violence for most of us would-be tough guys. Stuck in my mind was the ease with which Raul had overcome me and humiliated me by making me almost suck his cock. It still made me sick to think about that. So I waited — no appetite, less sleep and worried to death about Susan. I determined that I’d go back after the two weeks, and hopefully find a way to bring her home. I didn’t know what else to do.
Broken Pt. 1
Susan and I married right out of college. I became an investment broker dealing primarily in Futures and Commodities, and the first few years were lean ones as I learned my trade. Our financial situation turned around after five tough years, and we’d been married for about eight years when we were able to buy our dream home in a gated, upper-income-level community. I drove a three-year old luxury SUV and Sue drove a small BMW. We were moving up in the world. Everything seemed to be falling into place and the future seemed rosy.
If I could pinpoint the exact day it all began to unravel, was the day about five years ago when I came home and Susan announced that we were invited to dinner. She said one of our neighbors, Carman, had visited during the day and they’d hit it off. She and her husband Raul owned the largest house in our development, a mansion really, a seriously wealthy couple. I’d driven past it several times on my way to the community golf course, and speculated what it must have cost.
[M/M] Taking My Soccer Friends Dick Up my Ass (Pt2)
The next day rolled by and I laced up my cleats as I got to practice. The only difference was this time, I was practically counting the seconds for it to end so I could go over to Jacobs house after. He hasn’t even said a word about what happened the night before to anyone and I really appreciated it. I spent all night thinking about how much I loved getting my throat rammed by him, with the soreness being a constant reminder of my good work. I wondered if it meant that I was gay. Then I remembered what Jacob had said. “It’s just guys being guys together. Nothing to be ashamed of”. It helped set my mind at ease. I realized just because I was open-minded and tried a couple of things once or twice didn’t mean anything, after all, I definitely still liked girls. I saw him jog over to the sideline, squirting water in his mouth from one of those green Gatorade water bottles.
“Hey, you still have the house to yourself right?”I asked him quietly.
“Ya man what’s up?” He said it in a casual tone but I could sense a hint of smugness on his face as if to tease me.