She felt his presence even before she saw him. Her body responded immediately knowing he finally arrived at the restaurant just as her phone rang. It was him. His deep southern voice resonated through her mind as her thoughts swirled. As she entered the parking lot her heart race. Her palms already slick with sweat from nerves. She knew he was already there. Even before her hand reached for the turn signal she could feel his presence. The weeks of anticipation had left her hands trembling and clumsy as she fumbles to call and let him know she’s arrived, but just as it begins rings she is started by a gentle tap on the window. It’s him. As she open the door cautiously he slowly steps in the door way before she can stand to greet him. His finger tips brushing the violet hair from her face as he gently graces her cheek. Looking into her eyes he realizes instantly that no matter how vivid his memory her beauty surpasses every vision. His finger tips swirling through her hair and massaging the back of her head only compounding her inability to think of anything but giving in. As his finger wind around the back of her head he leans in to finally taste her lipstick stained mouth. His tongue gently parting her lips as he slowly and deeply probes every inch. Asking in a soft but stern voice as he pulls away, “did you do what I asked”. Her face instantly flushing red as she nods and hikes her skirt mid thigh. Days earlier he had instructed her in a very stern, and out of character message that she was to wear a thong not satin, a skirt that comes above the knee, a top that shows some cleavage, and a light colored bra. His devious smirk widening with every bit of progress as her supple thighs parted to reveal a powder blue thong out lining the soft curves of her mound. The cool breeze hitting the chilling the few dew drops of her juices just beginning to make their presence known and giving away her arousal. Her knees shaking as he just started in awe, so deeply she can feel his eyes tracing every curve, his eyes glazing over as he is pulled further and further away from reality by her stunning curves. “How will we ever get through dinner when dessert looks so perfect?”
The words drove like a freight train through her mind. Rattling ever desire and need, dragging them to the surface. His teeth barely barely dragging his lip in anticipation as the last syllable leaves his tongue. Knowing just how badly he desires to devour her making it near impossible to keep her from wrapping her hands around his head, forcing him to his knees, and just grind against his eager mouth to finally relieve even a slight amount of this torment.
We should make our way to the table.
Tag: Straight
The Seminar
Air travel is so hectic these days, with all the security and long lines, that I was happy to have been upgraded to first class. I was even able to snag a Diet Coke while the other passengers were boarding. The flight was full, and the remaining passengers were boarding when a quite attractive lady in business attire stopped my seat.
“Excuse me, I believe I am beside you in 2-A” she said pleasantly with a very nice smile. And I was quite happy to be seated next to this lady for the next 3-1/2 hours, rather than some overweight guy in shorts and a tank top.
I stood and stepped aside to let her in to her seat.
“Hi, I’m Matt”, I said to her once we were situated.
“Hi Matt, I’m Sandy” she said as she asked the flight attendant for a glass of wine.
We chatted prior to takeoff about our destination, San Francisco, whether we had been there before, favorite restaurants and such. Checking her phone before departure, she had a text message from someone, which caused her to tear up, saying “damn you” under her breath.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
The Airport Lounge
I had been travelling for 14 hours straight from Seoul. You would think I’d be tired but I had slept most of the way. The past week had been hectic. No time for anything. Just meetings, conferences, long nights out drinking and going to singing rooms. It has been so busy and I was so done every night I didn’t even have time rub myself or to cum. It had been almost two weeks now and my balls ached and swelled. I even had an embarrassing moment on the plane where the flight attendant offered me some champagne and then she looked down and giggled. I had just woke up from the most beautiful dream and my shaft pushed hard against my pants as clear day. It twitched against the outline. She seemed a little embarrassed but at the same time thrilled by it.
As I got off the plane I actually felt rejuvenated, full of energy, And full of bright green lust. It’s not mentioned often but the testosterone build up in men from not cumming makes every muscle feel bigger, makes every stride longer, and every word more confident. After a successful week, pulling in a fair bit of money I wanted to celebrate. I had 6 hours before my connection to Pearson and decided to saunter in with that extra wide stride into the airport lounge.
[M]y best friend begged me to sleep with his girl[F]riend [MF] [Very long, part 1]
Hi. Long time reader, first time poster here. I have long wanted to post my confession here to make myself feel better, but never had the guts to do so. Finally I decided that I needed some closure so that I can stop thinking about my past flings. English is not my first language, so please bear with me if my story below is poorly described. With the exception of names being changed and the conversations translated from my native language, the entire story and context below is true. If it is too long, just skip to the part with [TLDNR].
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To begin with, I was very close friends with Zack. Although I am 6 years older, he was very mature for his age when I first knew him back then. He was 14 and I was 20. All these while, I have not met him for a long time when I got a job in a different suburb of the city we live in, while he continued schooling.
The Night I Met My Nymph [MF]
A little background for everybody, I am a 6′ tall Asian guy, my body type, is that of a former athlete that went a bit out of shape, so I am somewhat fluffy yet hard. My Nymph on the other hand is a 5’2″ Asian girl, with long dark hair that runs to the middle of her back, petite frame, A cup boobs, perfect hips and one hell of an ass.
Now that we have a bit of a background, we met through Bumble, she swiped right due to me being athletic and interested in yoga; I swiped right because I found her cute and I hoped we would match.
We chatted for a little over a week, while chatting I jokingly flirted with her somehow involving her owing me a spank when we meet up; she agreed. Well I had no idea what kind of girl I was already playing with as apparently I will later find out that this is her weak spot.
The Timestop: Chapter 2
2 years ago i started a series called “The Timestop”. Unfortunately the last two years have been very hard for me and, despite having a lot of the main story completed, I was unable to publish anymore of the story. The last few months have been a lot easier and i am now pleased to say that a lot more content is on the way. I plan to publish the next few chapters of The Timestop before introducing a new series along side it. Chapter 2 is not as long as the last chapter but I had to restructure a lot of the story and so this is a compromise I have had to make. I hope you enjoy and I promise chapter 3 will be far better.
The Timestop Chapter 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/)
Chapter 2:
Mrs Carter sprang back into life as I unfroze time
“Now girls-“ she said before stopped mid sentence. Her eyes had suddenly gone wide and her jaw started to slack.
“Time…time…I…” she muttered as her hips started to gyrate and her hands dug into the desk. i could see her knuckles going white as she found to keep herself composed, her look of shock turning into confusion.
The Timestop: Chapter 2
2 years ago i started a series called “The Timestop”. Unfortunately the last two years have been very hard for me and, despite having a lot of the main story completed, I was unable to publish anymore of the story. The last few months have been a lot easier and i am now pleased to say that a lot more content is on the way. I plan to publish the next few chapters of The Timestop before introducing a new series along side it. Chapter 2 is not as long as the last chapter but I had to restructure a lot of the story and so this is a compromise I have had to make. I hope you enjoy and I promise chapter 3 will be far better.
The Timestop Chapter 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/)
Chapter 2:
Mrs Carter sprang back into life as I unfroze time
“Now girls-“ she said before stopped mid sentence. Her eyes had suddenly gone wide and her jaw started to slack.
“Time…time…I…” she muttered as her hips started to gyrate and her hands dug into the desk. i could see her knuckles going white as she found to keep herself composed, her look of shock turning into confusion.
The Timestop: Chapter 2
2 years ago i started a series called “The Timestop”. Unfortunately the last two years have been very hard for me and, despite having a lot of the main story completed, I was unable to publish anymore of the story. The last few months have been a lot easier and i am now pleased to say that a lot more content is on the way. I plan to publish the next few chapters of The Timestop before introducing a new series along side it. Chapter 2 is not as long as the last chapter but I had to restructure a lot of the story and so this is a compromise I have had to make. I hope you enjoy and I promise chapter 3 will be far better.
The Timestop Chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5116xd/the_timestop_str8_fm_school_anal_huml_cuck_nc/
Chapter 2:
Mrs Carter sprang back into life as I unfroze time
“Now girls-“ she said before stopped mid sentence. Her eyes had suddenly gone wide and her jaw started to slack.
“Time…time…I…” she muttered as her hips started to gyrate and her hands dug into the desk. i could see her knuckles going white as she found to keep herself composed, her look of shock turning into confusion.
Your Punishment
Written a while back, from her point of view :). At time I flipped between POVs but eh, I’m too lazy to edit atm.
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The darkness surrounding you made the wait seem forever, as the river of drool flowed down your chin and dripped onto your breasts. The blindfold slipped slightly but held fast over your eyes, and the ball gag dug tightly into your mouth. Already, the prolonged forced opening of your jaw had it feeling sore and uncomfortable, not to mention the sticky sensation of your saliva as it slowly inched down your body, eventually merging with the wet mess that was your pussy.
Your ears strained to pick up any sound other than your ragged breathing as you tried to ignore the soreness in your arms and legs. He had left you there, in the darkness, with your arms cuffed upwards on a ledge just a bit higher than you could reach, forcing you to stand stark naked in this darkness on slightly raised feet. Has it been more than an hour? Your feet felt strained and your toes sore, and the slight breeze from the door he’d nonchalantly left open only served to chill the sweat and saliva on your torso, keeping your nipples hard and erect. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it.
I fucked my fellow research assistant [FM]
To begin, let it be known that I am a 21F with an athletic, curvier body that I’m only now really coming in to – long black hair, blue eyes, 34D, and an okay ass. I’ve always been very focused on school, which has given me little time to focus on boys, but I’ve always admired them. Now I worked as a research assistant for almost 6 months before I met “the guy”. Let’s call him Marc.
Marc was a graduate assistant. He came into the room when I was cleaning out a few graduated cylinders. He walked in with baby blue scrubs on and dark hair which curled just a little on the top. I was wearing a short black dress with white flowers and my white lab coat. As he walked in to use the Bunsen burner, we locked eyes and there was instant chemistry – the kind where we were undressing each other with our eyes. He teased me, saying things like “what are you doing in my lab?” and going straight to asking questions about my future, what I wanted to be, and how smart I must be to have gotten a laboratory job so young. It turns out he also had working in the same laboratory for about a year but had a girlfriend, so usually did his tasks around her schedule (which meant not when I was there). I learned that he was an ex-college athlete, with strong arms and a chiseled jaw, adorned with a clean, full beard. He was incredibly intelligent: every thought he shared with me was incredibly calculated and original. Marc was alluring. The only thing he didn’t share was what he thought about me.