The Drive Home

My girlfriend and I were going to a friends wedding and were both dressed up looking our best, her in a slinky black dress that drapes perfect over her breasts and ass with black thigh high stockings and fuck me heels. I had a black pinstripe suit with an added bulge after watching her get dressed sliding her hands up her stockings from her ankle all the way up to the lace top knowing it gets me going.

After the ceremony, we head to the reception.

We spent most of the night dancing getting closer with each dance. Feeling her breasts rubbing up on my chest and her ass on my cock as she teased me without it being obvious to everyone.

Near the end of the night we were sitting at our table and I put my hand on her leg and started moving it up and down slowly. I got more daring by sliding it under her skirt up to the lace of the top of her stockings. She grabbed my hand to make me stop but I kept moving it up.

[M][F] A rained out festival set the stage for me and an older coworker [Long][Cheating]

This starts earlier in the year, at the beginning of the summer when a coworker, Crystal, asked if my then-girlfriend and I would be interested in a music festival with her boyfriend, and a few other people at work. I’ve gotten along great with Crystal since I transferred to this department, and we’d already hung out outside of work a few times, so I thought it would be fun, and agreed. The music festival was supposed to be the last part of the summer and span a 3 day weekend.

I’ll go ahead and get some descriptions out of the way. The first will be Crystal. She’s small, standing at about 5’2″, has long light brown hair with pretty blue eyes, probably big A to small B cup breasts, and a small but firm ass. She’s also about 15 years my senior, and a total MILF/GILF, in her mid- to upper-40s. She also had almost no filter, which led to some very inappropriate work-place conversations.

Second is Kali. She’s a year older than Crystal. She’s a little thicker, with probably Cs/Ds on her chest. Kali also has an absolutely amazing ass. Conversations with her tended to be more on the work appropriate side, but she’s was pretty laid back and didn’t get too riled about about most things.

My best [F]ucking wet dream

so i woke up wet to this dream, i had to immediately masturbate to relive myself. I never thought this is my fantasy but maybe now it is lol or it’s maybe my body asking me to get pregnant. I don’t remember much from the dream except for what is actually important (you know) so im going to add my imaginations and kinks to make it erotic as possible. Im a female btw

Everything in the story is Frictional and imagination and have no basis to reality

So here it goes

Advent Kinkendar: December 6th [Ffm]

I slept all night plugged for the first time last night. It feels so good in so many ways. Not only the delightful feeling of being full and stretched; but the submissive feelings of being owned, controlled, and being a good service slut. Most of the writing is fading, though I can still make out most of it – the WHORE in my face for one. Of course, my pussy still expresses “Use Me”, and my foot Miss’ name – refreshing those every morning is incredibly satisfying.

This morning’s boxes were confusing. Mine contained a small ornamental bunny of the sort you might find on a coffee table or mantlepiece. The boy’s was a hat/umbrella stand from a doll’s house. Miss only smiled and took us downstairs for breakfast.

She didn’t say a word to us all day, so my deduction is that today’s topic has been objectification; but even now she still hasn’t actually told us. After breakfast she walked straight out of the kitchen and waited in the living room for us to finish cleaning up and follow her. I was worrying that we had done something wrong; in fact I’ve spent most of today worrying that, and I’m still not certain what’s actually been going on. I hope tomorrow she lets us know.

Secret Santa’s Naughty List

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**Becky Roberts**

I don’t know why they make us come in on the day after Thanksgiving, but I don’t think I’ll ever complain about it again after what happened today! I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business when I heard someone mention Santa from the front desk. I wasn’t sure I’d heard correctly from my office, but it was followed by a deep voice bellowing, “Ho, ho, ho!” What in the hell was going on?

Curiosity got the better of me and I poked my head out of my office door to see for myself. I wasn’t the only one – there were a half dozen other leaders at their doors looking on and laughing. At the front of the office was Santa. Not the Santa you see on television, mind you, but a HOT Santa. He was clearly very fit, had short sleeves on his jacket to highlight his muscular arms, and was lacking the typical facial hair. The guy looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties and even from my office down the hall, I could see the light shining off his baby-blue eyes. This Santa could come down my chimney anytime!

Ramona Rims Me

By JK Jones

At first glance, you would not suspect that Ramona was a hardcore ass freak. She was sitting next to me in the lounge of our local Starbucks, reclined back on a comfortable chair, diddling with her smart phone. She looked to be about 25 years old, with straight brunette hair to her shoulders, a pretty face behind white rimmed glasses, dressed in a hoodie and a skirt, colorful leggings and Converse sneakers. In other words, like almost every other run of the mill Bohemian millennial, cute and approachable, and probably ten years younger than me.

I struck up a conversation about something, and within a few minutes we were chatting like old friends. Her name was Ramona, she was a part time office assistant, part time student studying business at community college, she lived with two roommates in a cheap flat close by, she was occasionally bi-, she was currently single, and she loved cats. After gleaning that in ten minutes and telling her similar demographic information about myself, we ended up walking out to a local park behind the coffee shop.

The Hairdresser [MF]

I usually get my hair cut by Shelly, a nice older lady who works out of a small shop in town. I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t like to make small talk during a cut, and Shelly understands this perfectly. It feels like a running joke between us. Once a month I arrive, say a quick hello, take my seat, and she does her business quietly. Once I hear “Okay, all done!”, I routinely reply “Looks great, thanks!” Then I pay up front and I’m out the door. Just a simple transaction. But this story isn’t about Shelly. Like I said, nice older lady. Emphasis on older.

A few years ago I was looking especially haggard after I had gone several weeks without a cut. I was looking like Season 1 Jim Halpert when I preferred to look like Season 6 Jim Halpert. I called in to book an appointment, and the lady on the phone told me that Shelly was out of town for a while but had arranged someone to cover her usual clients. Didn’t really matter to me, I wasn’t (and still am not) too picky about my hair. So I booked myself in for an evening with Shelly’s backup.

[MF] [FreeUse] [Fiction] The Skylar Chronicles pt. 1

Skylar crossed from the bathroom to her bedroom in a towel. I sat on the couch playing video games, glancing up at her briefly and then back to the TV screen. We had lived together almost a year at this point in our two bedroom apartment, so it didn’t really phase me how comfortable she was around me. After all, this was her apartment too. Normally, I wouldn’t have been too open to the idea of living with a woman who I wasn’t involved with. No matter what you say, people always assume there’s something going on. But Skylar was one of my oldest friends and she needed a place to stay, and I needed a new roommate since my brother moved out to go live with his girlfriend. I decided to take any heat that might come up as a result and let her move in.

[FM] I broke my previous slutty records by fucking in a public coffee shop right after meeting for the first time and I’m really proud of myself.

The moment I saw him I knew I wanted to fuck him. His eyes sparkled with a fierce intensity that made electrical jolts of excitement shoot through me. My heart was racing. I forced myself to chat about other things as we sipped our lattes, but in what seemed like a flash we were finished and his eyes were looking deep into mine. I squirmed and looked down to break the intensity, but he gently squeezed my hand and brought my gaze back to his.

“I want to fuck you.” He said, simply, but boldly. Another jolt shot through me as my breath caught for a moment. I bit my lip then dropped the pretense, matching his intensity with my own look of lust and desire. “I want to fuck you too.”

The coffee shop we were in had a lower basement section that wasn’t being used in the winter so I grabbed my coat and bag and headed down the stairs. He waited a couple minutes then followed me down. The room was small, with a tiny stage and some small, narrow tables against the walls. There were a couple pantry areas for the shops above us, and a tiny bathroom. While we looked around and debated whether or not this was a good spot another man even followed us down the stairs, but quickly left when he realized the event he was looking for wasn’t actually there.

[MF] Finally getting inside my Coworker

Me: mid 30s, married, east Asian 6’3″, athletic build, call me Han.

Her: early 40s (but she could easily pass for early 30s), separated, Caribbean 5’5″, fit with a nice ass and B cups, nice handful, she’s the definition of MILF. We’ll call her Nina for the sake of the story.

**Preface:**The last story I shared was my coworker Nina’s unbelievable mouth skills. I only got to experience it one time afterwards. Bad luck and bad timing a lot of the times. Recently however to my dismay she abruptly asked to stop all of our extra curricular activities. She said she didn’t feel right given how I describe myself above. She still drives me insane and my mind goes wild when I see her, stirring up a lot of feelings inside me. With that said, this is a fantasy story based on our sexting and things we talked about wanting to do to each other for our first time together. Hope you enjoy it and appreciate any feedback on the writing, based on feedback I may make this a mini-series based on our fantasies and stories we told each other.