The Nightcap Pt. 3 to The Meeting [M][F]

The look on his face said it all. He knew or sensed something was off the second I got into the car.

 

“Did you have a good night’s rest,” he stated through a smirk

 

“Actually, I slept like a rock. Travelling wears me out it seems,” playing it cool the best I could. “How was your evening?”

 

“Very well actually, thank you for asking. I went to the bar for a nightcap as I, myself, were rather exhausted from the trip. I recommend the martini bar as it’s one of the better ones I’ve had as of late. I found myself droopy eyed not long after and proceeded to go to bed. Around 3:30 A.M. this morning I was startled awake by a commotion in the adjoining room. Seems the walls are rather thin and by the sounds of it, the person enjoyed themselves last night,” his tone flat and powerful.

 

He knew, is the only thing that ran through my head. He had heard me, but could it be? Was his room right next to mine? I couldn’t remember as I checked in and proceeded to the room before he even started the check in process. This couldn’t be, it just couldn’t.

In bed with ‘Prince Harry’ at a Halloween party [FM]

Happy Halloween!

I’ve been lurking here for a little while, but I thought as my first post falls on my favourite holiday, I would keep things (vaguely) on-theme and tell the story of the time I hooked up with [a guy dressed as] Prince Harry. This was a few years ago, but I just got a text from an old roommate which reminded me that it could have just as likely happened tonight!

When I was eighteen I had three goals: Move to England, fuck a lot of hot people, and go to class enough to pass uni.

I was all set for #1 and #3 – I had flown out of sunny California and into a rainstorm a week after my 18th birthday to start my three years at a uni down south. The problem up until this point was a fling I’d had in summer had turned into a Big Deal for him, and I’d been guilted into a long-distance relationship. Right around October I was finally realising that this couldn’t go on. Not only was I just not into the dude, but he was ruining my social life. He knew I was weak for the accent, and that freshers parties were going to be full of single guys. So I couldn’t even go out with my friends much. I wasn’t having fun, so I ended it. I’d like to say that I mourned the relationship, but to be honest I was pretty much immediately ready to move on and start enjoying my time in England!

I Hate That I Love It [Incest] [F/d] [[Str8] [M/f] [Teen] [Barely Legal] [Virgin] [18] [Rough]

I hate that I love it when daddy touches me.

I hate that I love it when he purrs my name and tells me I’m a good girl.

I hate that I love it when he kisses me and strokes my little kitty.

I hate that I love it. But I do love it.

I love all of the attention he gives me.

I love all daddy’s big arms.

I love daddy’s musky cologne.

I love daddy’s thick cock.

And I hate that I need all of that.

But the truth is I do.

I crave any ounce of affection he gives me.

I need to feel his embrace anytime I can,

I am desperate for my daddy’s cock.

Hi, my name’s Chloe and this is the story of how my daddy groomed me into his little slut.

# I Hate That I Love It

I Hate That I Love It [Incest] [F/d] [[Str8] [M/f] [Teen] [Barely Legal] [Virgin] [18] [Rough]

I hate that I love it when daddy touches me.

I hate that I love it when he purrs my name and tells me I’m a good girl.

I hate that I love it when he kisses me and strokes my little kitty.

I hate that I love it. But I do love it.

I love all of the attention he gives me.

I love all daddy’s big arms.

I love daddy’s musky cologne.

I love daddy’s thick cock.

And I hate that I need all of that.

But the truth is I do.

I crave any ounce of affection he gives me.

I need to feel his embrace anytime I can,

I am desperate for my daddy’s cock.

Hi, my name’s Chloe and this is the story of how my daddy groomed me into his little slut.

# I Hate That I Love It

Anonymous sex and being used for his pleasure [MM]

This occurred sometime in my early 20s. I’ll admit that my flings with men are really hit or miss. More often than not misses. This particular time was during girlfriends and after a few misses.

I met Bobby via online like every guy I have met ever. I am only using a name here to make life easier. No names were exchanged at all. In fact the number of words exchanged was well under a dozen.

I was getting super horny and was having horrible luck this one particular night. Then Bobby messaged me “want to come fuck”. It was short and crude. Honestly I never go for these messages. It takes awhile for me to meet a guy and I like someone I can trust over looks.

I checked out his profile. He was a pure top and had a nice body. Seemed to have a slightly above average dick. However, I knew from experience that many guys are masters at making their dick appear bigger in photos than they really were.

He was close by and I hadn’t had a good fuck in a month. I responded “yes”

Fantasy about my 26yo wi[f]e

Me and my wife have been married for 3 years now and we started to talk about experimenting in our sex life even before we got married. Experimenting about involving others. We still havent done anything yet as we havent found anyone good enough to involve with us. So for me, as a man, just fantasising about it is all that i can do for now.

I have this fantasy of my wife getting fucked by a stranger discreetly in a scenario where the guy doesnt know that my wife was open to it and instead thinks he made an unwilling married woman to have sex with him.

A particular fantasy i have about this is about a beauty salon where my wife has gone for a haircut. She acts as if its all too expensive and some stylist discreetly tells her he would do the haircut much cheaper if she back late at night when it was all empty. Wife says yes and she goes back late. The whole market place has closed down and the salon is empty too. The guy does her hair real slow so that it becomes really late when he is done.

My step sister [F] fulfilled one of my [M] biggest fantasy’s. Part 5: The Shower

The response to the last chapter has been overwhelming so i have decided that i would see my story through to the end. I am glad that i could finally give you readers what was quite possibly my favorite part of my story for obvious reasons and im happy everyone was satisfied with the result i achieved with my sister. Im pleased the comparison pictures worked out well and achieved the goal of giving you an idea of what her body looked like, i am no longer getting my inbox blown up with people wanting pics of my sister so that’s a bonus haha. I would like to ask a question to you readers..If you were put in my shoes would you do the exact same thing i did? If so would you have done anything differently in the situation? I love reading everyone’s messages so feel free to reach out to me or leave a comment i would really like to hear everyone’s answers or story’s in general similar to mine. Enjoy part 5 everybody.

Virgin [F] getting fingered in Deserted Bathroom by [M] FWB

Not sure how wild this will be, because I’m actually a virgin, inexperienced, but very curious about sex. Anyway, its midterm break, and I was traveling through my FWB’s city last week, and had a few hours to kill while I was there. So I called him up and we met up after his meeting.

To paint the picture, I’m a slender girl, 20F, Asian, with shoulder length black hair, large dark eyes, a tight ass and from what I’ve been told… very nice, firm, perky tits. I was wearing a loose dark blue blouse and black leggings. Chris, the FWB in question, is 23M, has dark curly hair, he’s tall and mixed race, and has a rather dominant side (which fits perfectly since I’m a sub).

Since his car (where we usually fool around in) was in the body shop, Chris had other plans for what we should do. It was nighttime and the malls in the area were closing, so we made our way to one of the deserted ones. Not a soul was there, except for a few cleaning ladies finishing up their rounds. We made our way to the third floor, and once the coast was clear, Chris snuck me into the men’s bathroom and into a stall.

Coming home from work [Part 1]

Nate lounged in his chair with one hand in his pocket. His eyes glanced over the document he held, scanning for keywords and numbers. Most of it was meaningless to him. He had returned from lunch not long before and was just beginning to focus again. His figures were down this month, so he was concerned about putting some more effort in. He leaned forward and put the page down. He pulled his keyboard towards him and felt for the keys with his fingers. He typed quickly.

A buzz from his pocket caught Nate’s attention but he kept typing. Probably just Ellen checking up on him. He kept typing for a few more minutes. He pulled his sleeve over his watch and checked the time. It was 13:42. He moved his hands back to the keyboard but hesitated. Leaning back, he reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He swiped away a meaningless notification and read the preview of the text Ellen had sent him.

*Hey, you busy? Xx*, it said.

*Not really, but there’s enough to do.* He typed. *Can’t wait to get home*.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and resumed his work. A moment later, there was another buzz.

The Dominant Student And Her Femdom Experiment (2)

There were only a few days left before dominant Amanda was leaving for Mineral Beauty Spa to present her thesis on the drug XY-84, but the university student had an idea that was swirling in her head. “What if the drug works on women?” She thought about this for a few days and even did a quick test on a couple of female mice and was pleasantly surprised to see that she received the same results as she previously did on the male mice. She decided to run the same test she did on Jeremy on two female students.