The fuck-up

It’s 8 pm as I ring the doorbell of Sarah’s place. She’s a friend with benefits, without the friend part. In other words, we are just casually having sex once a week without anything more to it. We don’t have feelings for each other and we both know we have others besides each other too. Sarah asked if I could come over a little early cause she had other things to do afterwards.

She opens the door with her half long blonde hair and blue eyes. She’s wearing a white cropped top with shorts. She looks as stunning as always. I pull her close against me and I kiss her forehead. Hey you, I whisper in her ear and gently bite it. She let her head fall to the back and pants.

Suddenly you take a step back and ask me if I want something to drink. I’m confused, she had to do stuff later and that’s why she wanted me to be here early.

She closes her eyes and says.
“I just want to have some extra time with you today. I’ve got popcorn too.”

When Young Boy Met Sophia [MF] [Long]

First post here.

I’m almost 30 now, and this started nearly a decade ago so my memory may be a little hazy. But I’ll go off what I recall the best I can.

I was 20 or 21 years old at the time and in college. I was kind and not bad looking, but I didn’t have a lot of confidence. I had hooked up with a few girls I met at frat house parties but that was basically it. While things have drastically changed in the confidence and game department for me since then, back then I was anxious and shy.
The town I lived in wasn’t large enough to have many streetwalkers – though there were a few walking around – but they sure did corner the market on happy ending massage parlors. There was one that was very affordable and discreet. I had been maybe one or two times before but I had only gotten handjobs.

First story, big time tease public plug

It was a rainy Saturday morning, you slowly open your eyes and roll over in bed and for a split second you forgot Jim was out of town. I’m your dream Jim had been licking your inner thighs, just about to get face deep in your perfectly waxed pussy when you happened to wake up. “Fuck” you sight to yourself, ”if he’s not here I could have at least finished the dream”.

Jim was away on business and left you alone in the house, this happened quite often so you two had quite the system of teasing, sexting, and making videos for each other. You knew you had a treat for him when you woke up from that dream.

The first you did was reach into the nightstand table and pull out your favorite plug, nothing made you feel naughtier than wearing that around the house or out in public. You grab the lube and start sliding it in, teasing yourself and stretching that tiny little ashole. You almost lose control and start masturbating right there but you hold off. After all the dog needs to be walked, and you need to run a few errands. Jim’s present can wait.

Couch

Resting on the couch. Staying inside because it’s so hot out. Watching tv. Nothing really on. You walk by a couple times. Looking so good. Loose shorts I have on do nothing to reign in my cock as it starts to get hard. Soon you notice it and a sly smile crosses your face as you cross the room. It’s not long before your robe falls from your shoulders. You look so good naked. A little out of character but you definitely look in charge. You push down on my shoulders pinning me flat on my back. Fingers trace my cock through my shorts. Stiff doesn’t describe my state. You pull the shorts down and lower yourself on my lap. First sliding your pussy lips across the shaft of my cock. Your clit rubs against the shaft. Soon my cock is slippery. You guide my cock straight inside you slowly. Deep. I fit perfectly. And after a pause once I am inside you slowly you begin to rock back and forth. Grinding hips into hips. Circles. Back and forth. Even a little up and down. My hands on your hips not guiding or controlling just feeling you. Leaning forward you drop your tits in my face. Kissing them softly. Nibbling on your nipples. Hands move up to cup them only falling back as you raise up again to be sitting on my lap. Grinding away. Knowing it won’t be long you work with a purpose. You’re going to make me cum so hard. You want it. You like knowing you are the reason I can’t control myself. As my balls tighten and my throbbing cock starts to pulse, you smile. Touching my face with your fingertips. You rock your hips. Milking every last drop of cum from me. Then falling onto my chest our lips connect in a passionate kiss.

26 [M] with 32 [F] married co-worker, part 2

26 [M] with 32 [F], she is married and coworker, part 2

This is a follow-up to part 1. Decided to change my username to help hide identities. Part 1 was the first time we had sex, when she slid down on it with her panties still on, taking total control. She’s blonde. About 5’7, 120lbs. Best looking girl I’ve seen in person.

So, after we had sex that first time (shared in previous post) we are messaging each other. She quickly states that she was so glad it happened, she wishes she didn’t have to leave as soon as it was over, and she hopes we can do it again very soon, if I’m ok with it. Of course I say me too haha. It was the weekend so we couldn’t be together, but we are both planning to have sex again first thing Monday when her husband leaves for work. Unfortunately, I get a message Sunday that it’s her “time of the month” and we’d have wait because she didn’t want to have sex then. I was bummed, but we made out all week like usual for an hour or two every day, and I was still able to get her nipples in my mouth every day (I love boobs haha).

There once was a slutty girl from London…[FM]

You might think that poetry was a strange profession for a man who treated my arsehole like it was just another room of his house, but what can I say? That was Charlie.

He’d just had a poem published in a collection edited by James Fenton or somebody, and we were celebrating in pretty much the only way we knew how: we were drinking a supermarket-brand knockoff of Southern Comfort and making an unholy mess of my bedsheets. He fucked me til we were both rattling the glass in the windows, splattered with each other’s fluids, and would likely be walking funny for a few days.

Once both of us had chalked up an orgasm or two, and I’d replenished our glasses with Midwestern Discomfort and ice cubes squeezed from a pink, heart-shaped mould from Ikea (yes, I know that they are, therefore, not cubes), one or the other of us proposed a game: the first person too incapacitated with pleasure to complete the requisite five lines of a limerick was the loser. All words had to be sounded coherently with good, Anglo-Saxon diction, and whoever won could, presumably, exert whatever disgusting sexual whims they pleased over the other.

Tider date[F] messed up the schedule, and I landed in an accidental threesome. We[MMF] didn’t mind.

Ever since, lockdown got lifted, I’ve been getting back out there enjoying the single life after a long relationship. My experience on Tinder has be relatively young and it led to some wacky nights.

About a week ago, I matched with this girl(V) on a Saturday. We vibed quite well. She openly asked if I want to get in har pants and I was pleasantly surprised. It’s rare in my country, Myanmar, to find a DTF girl on the first date. You would have to meet a couple of times, let her get “drunk” on two beers so that she would feel so free and have sex with me. =_= To be honest I was quite tired of this cultural habit. So when a girl was very open to have sex even before meeting, I was screaming “Yes” to her offer. We decided meet the afternoon after at her apartment.

When I got there, I couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was. It was very clear she work out and her yoga pants barely hide anything to my imaginations. She have blue highlights in her hair and this wild personality to her that was turning me on by the second.

She made me eat his cum out of her pussy [F/MF] [Cuckquean][Forced F/MF threesome] [Reluctance][Femdom][Older/younger][Chubby][Big tits][Shaved] [Bondage][Humiliation][Degradation][Cum eating][Squirting]

I still remember the day she walked into our lives. I could never have suspected that she would grow to have the power over my husband, and now my own life, that she currently does. Out of all the applicants we interviewed to replace our retiring housemaid, she seemed like the perfect candidate. She had been personally recommended by our outgoing maid, who had served us for nearly 20 years until her back problems were too bad for her to continue. Our aging ex-maid told us that Marta was the niece of a close friend, and she could vouch for the young lady’s character.

The girl seemed perfect for the role when I interviewed her. Demure and precise, with downcast eyes and perfect deference to me in all questions, I felt that I could adequately rely on this young woman to carry out the duties I required without me having to overexplain myself and without asserting her own opinions. I cannot stand it when the help offer their own feelings about how my household should be run. I grew up learning to demand a certain standard of quality in all of those who work for me and house staff are no exception.

Me and Lilly [non fiction] [M/F]

This is a true story of a hook up I had a few years ago that I think about quite a lot.

I started going out with this girl Clare when I was 21 at university. After a few months I went to her house and met her parents and her sister, Rachael. The second time I went to her house her parents friends were there with their daughter Lilly, who was best friends with Rachael. Lilly and Rachael were both 15 at the time.

I could tell pretty quickly that Lilly had a crush on me because she was acting shy and awkward and kept glancing at me then looking away quickly.

I dated Clare for 2 years in which time I regularly stayed at her parents house. Lilly was there quite often so I got to know her a little bit over time.

Fucked by my boyfriend’s best friend

OP note: This is my first ever erotic literature but I worked hard on it, obviously I have a long way to go yet. Please feel free to give me any constructive criticism, feedback, edits etc. Thank you!

I always dreamed, always had fantasies, we all do right? Even when I was in a solid relationship I still had fantasies. For some reason they often involved being taken by my boyfriend’s best friend. Didn’t care who the guy was, or which boyfriend at the time, the fantasy remained. 

I never ever even hinted to anyone ever that it was a fantasy of mine, I guess you could call it my deep dark secret fantasy? I also had never acted on it and planned to keep it that way, a dark fantasy and nothing more. 

Although this never stopped me flauting what I had, especially when I was drinking, which is where my fantasy finally took place, however not to my enjoyment, of course I was happily taken, my long term partner. “Matt” was more than I had ever hoped for and much more than any man I’d ever been with previous. He had a gorgeous chisled body from head to toe, 6′ of toned muscle, strikingly beautiful blue eyes, scruffy brown hair and a jawline only outlined more by his stubble. He was strong enough to easily pick me up and fuck me in any position. He was everything I ever wanted sexually, physically, emotionally and spiritually and I loved him with my everything.