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On call Pt. 2 [FM] [Female POV] [Older Man]

^(Surely he will leave soon. I wish he would go soon so I could alleviate the tension I’m feeling. I’m sure I’ll come within seconds of touching my clit, my panties feel wet and I’m fairly sure the temperature between my legs has gone up a few degrees. Once he’s gone I can lie back on the bed and imagine him on top of me.)

He clears his throat. “Well, you have got work to do I can see. I don’t want to keep you from it” *Damn right. Now fuck off so I can masturbate about you.* “I’ll get going, I’ll be back around 7:30 tomorrow morning. Is there anything you need cleared up before the night?

*Yeah I need to decide if I want to start right here on the chair when you’re gone or if I should lie down on the bed first before I make myself come.* He starts to get up. I take care not to look at him standing up, crotch again at my eye level. I’m dying to sneak a peek. Would I be able to see a bulge? Is he hard right now? Polite smile back on my face, eyes fixed to my screen. Read more »

I like to watch

It was still before noon when Jenna hung the last of Don’s shirts in the closet. She spent the better part of the morning unpacking their clothes so Don would have more than just wrinkled T-shirts to wear to work.

After the last shirt was hung, Jenna sat on the edge of the bed and glanced around the room at all the boxes stacked up. There were so many in the bedroom and plenty more all around the rest of the house. Her shoulders slumped when she thought about the monumental task of umpacking before her.

They had moved in about a week ago, but the unpacking was taking forever since Don had to be at his job every day since their arrival. Jenna started in the kitchen with the thought it would be best to get that organized and then work on the rest of the house. But even she was sick of digging around in boxes and suitcases for clothes, so she promised herself she would tackle the bedroom as her next task since the kitchen was now done. Read more »

Texts from Becky [mf] [female pov] [panty fetish]

OMG girrrrrrrl I came home after I was at your place and you wouldn’t BELIEVE wtf happened!

Remember little Jimmy from next door? Yeah Horny Jimmy, from that epic summer when we were like… 15? God that was forever ago. Get this: i came home and found him IN my ROOM. Like he snuck in through the balcony, like back in the day!! I had no idea a: that he was back at his mom’s because I would have called b: was hot af now and c: was more of a filthy pervert than literally anyone else I’ve ever met!! Straight uppp

I’m gonna tell you what tf I’m on about but I’m like embarrassed for him, I don’t want to say! But I will, because LOLL plus, well, you’ll see.

There I am, carrying a towering basket of laundry, I get the door open somehow and am stumbling into the room, and I just see/feel this presence. A bigass man, over by my dresser, and he turns to look at me and I’m like JIMMY?? Read more »

On Her Own, Part 1 [MF]

Lily was only 19, and new to the city. She had been one of the best students in her class, but she never had the chance to apply for colleges. Her father had passed on when she was only 7; her mother struggled with cancer for years. Lily learned to take care of her mother, and eventually got a job at a cafe when she was a senior in high school. Her mother’s disability checks, her father’s life insurance, and this meager income were hardly enough in the face of mammoth hospital bills and the cost of living for two people. After she graduated from high school, she had no hope of leaving her mother to go to college. She took on as many extra hours at the cafe as they’d give her, and spent the rest of her time looking after her mother.

When her mother died last year, she couldn’t afford to stay at the small rural house she’d grown up in. She found an apartment within easy walking distance from the cafe where she worked. She kept her car, but tried not to drive it much; gas and maintenance were expensive on her budget. She still got monthly payouts from her parents’ insurance, otherwise she couldn’t even afford the apartment. She had wanted to find a roommate, but she didn’t really have any friends. She hadn’t had time for fun, only school and work and tending to her mother. Read more »

The first time I [m] sucked dick [mf]

This happened in March of 2018

Over many years I’ve had a recurring fantasy about being with men and/or trans women. I would push this away, since “I’m a straight male – not interested in that, and married with a child…” and all the reasons I wasn’t gay. While at the same time, 95% of all my male friends were gay.

Over the last few years, these fantasies happened more often, and stronger. A couple weeks ago, my lovely wife and I had a conversation that changed my life. In that conversation, she helped me come to the realization that I like men and women (and at least trans women, if not all trans probably). She had known for years, but never wanted to push. She told me that while she would support me in exploring this, and I could talk to her about it, she wasn’t interested in exploring it with me. So, I was free to explore outside our marriage.

From this conversation, I felt at ease in a way I haven’t in a very long time. I started watching the things I’d been avoiding for years. I kept checking my reaction to different videos, pictures and writings. Come to find out, a lot of it turned me on. Read more »

I’M FLATTERED, BUT NO [mf] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [facial]

My neighbor texted me — did I know the name of an electrician? We chatted for a while. And then she asked how my night was going. “Eh,” I said. “Low key. What about you?” “Same …” she responded. I hesitated. She was pretty. Had a nice body. What I *wanted* to ask was, “Do you want to come upstairs and fuck?” But of course, there is a more diplomatic way of saying that, these days.

“Any chance you’d be interested in coming upstairs for a good ol’ fashioned Netflix and Chill? Sorry if that’s a weird thing to text a neighbor … can’t hurt to ask, though. Right?”

“hahahah,” she responded.

And then, silence. Guess that was a no.

And then, a few minutes passed and my phone buzzed.

“I mean … the Netflix part sounds fine. But I don’t just do casual stuff. Sorry!”

“No worries,” I said.

A sundress, a sudden summer storm, and a stranger

The downpour came without warning. That was what I told myself when I decided to cut through Central Park after coming out of the train station. It would be quick, I thought. I’d get there before the rain.

But on a cloudy summer day in New York City, you can’t trust the weather. All the signs of a storm clung to the air: the desperate breeze tugging my hair, the thick humidity filling my lungs, and the bloated darkness of the clouds, ready to burst.

I barely make it halfway down the path before the first drops of cold water hit me. Two heartbeats later, I’m drenched from head to toe, shivering and running underneath the trees trying to get to the other side of the park.

All I have on is a white sundress and slippers. Today was supposed to be casual. Meet a friend in the city for some coffee and cake. Post a few pictures to Instagram. Go shopping.

Yet, here I am, running as best as I can in slippers, trying to find cover. My hair sticks to my back. My dress is now see-through; my brown nipples already hard from the cold rain. And there’s a man in the distance, heading straight for me. Read more »