Mandy, and Jamie scramble to cover up as the shadowy figure emerges into the clearing, Clydes erection retreats as he greets the tall man in a well pressred park ranger uniform. “What the hell do you kids think you are doing? There is a boy scout troop camping in the next clearing. They called in a women being assualted based on the noise.” Mandy turns a deeper shade of red than she already was. Withing the hour 2 men had seen her nude, which was 2 more than had seen her in her life. “Ummm sorry sir…that was my fault.” Mandy clings to the blanket was she was thankful for every inch of fabric covering her naked teenage body. “You all need to get dressed so we can get you down to the rannger station for booking. You all will be lucky to not end up on the sex offender list for the show you put on for those poor kids…”
Tag: Straight
[M]ed school adventures, [F]riendship and other benefits[long]
This is a story I can’t tell in real life, but at least needs to be written down before the memories will fade…
First of all, this may provoke disapproval reactions, which in a certain point of view I totally understand. But I am not looking for advice, I just have to write it down from my point of view, as I can’t speak to anyone else. I am not a native speaker, so have mercy on my writing skills. This all happened in my last two years of med school…
First of all a few words to introduce myself:
I am a tall guy, caucasian, dark blonde hair, blue eyes. I went through a harsh time in puberty, I grew faster than my body could adapt to, I some insecurities, hardly ever talked to girls, and one thing leads to another, therefor had not many friends in middle school. My family background was conservative, which I realized at a later point of time in my life.
Things changed when I got accepted in Med school. I could build a few strong relationships, gained confidence and married a wonderful wife, I really do love her, still.
It took me ten years, but I finally let my husband blow his load down my throat [FM]
My husband works odd hours and odd days; the first night he’s home with me tends to be a night of celebration in the bedroom. It starts like most: the toddler goes to bed, and the mood in the air immediately changes; we go from parents to lovers. Last night was no different. Drinks were poured. We sat in our spots on the couch and gave each other knowing looks.
Slow jazz played on the tv while we sipped our drinks and discussed random topics, but it always comes back to sex. He makes me feel like the sexiest and luckiest woman alive.
We finished our drinks, and he got up to use the bathroom. “You better be upstairs when I get done”, he said to me. We have a playful relationship. Lots of smiles and giggles. We’re fun together. I took the last few sips of my drink and exuberantly ran up the stairs, pulling off my shirt as I went. While I waited for him, I slipped out of my pants and made the bed. He finally came in, and we shared a smile as he approached me, undressing himself, seeing the surprise I had been hiding under my clothes earlier: a new lace bra to match a pair of panties he purchased for me recently.
Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse
**Stacey**
There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.
Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.
My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.
Intimidated, but more so intrigued.
Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse
**Stacey**
There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.
Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.
My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.
Intimidated, but more so intrigued.
Brimstone Series Book 2 Episode 7: The Penthouse
**Stacey**
There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.
Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.
My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.
Intimidated, but more so intrigued.
[M]y [F]irst sexual experience. Good innocent times. [Friend]
Hi there, I’ve been reading a lot of stories here for a long time and I finally decided to post my own. It is going to be my first time posting anything here so give me any kind of construtive critisism, I will appreciate it. Also sorry for all mistakes, I may make some since I’m not a native english speaker.
About me.
Back in the day (7 years ago) I was 18 years old, had muscular type of body, decent face and sort/medium brown hair. Shy, introverted guy.
A little of backstory first.
Before the third grade of high school I had no sexual experience at all. Never kissed a girl or even dated. I was the type of badboy in public but extremely weak and vulnerable in private. Because of the fear of rejection I never tried anything with any girl.
[MF] It started with an actual pearl necklace
I’m living a fantasy. Or rather I’m living all of my fantasies, rolled up into one man and the things he does to me.
He is my work fantasy, my stranger fantasy, my lover fantasy, and the fantasies I didn’t know were lurking in this, um, not so straight-laced mind of mine.
I met him at a conference. Months later, I found myself in a hotel room with him, impossibly being scheduled on a work trip together, and asking him to show me what it was like to be pinned down with enough force that I couldn’t move. We hadn’t had sex before this, and we didn’t plan on having sex on this trip. But oh god, I was like a moth to an intense flame, and he seemed to read my mind. Especially when it was the kinkier recesses of my mind.
He instructed me in choosing a safe word, in the aspects of play that make such a thing play, and told me to undress, as he did. I moved toward him, cautiously, to kiss him, and he took my wrists in his hands and effortlessly pushed me backwards onto the bed. He pinned my arms above me, roughly attacking my boobs with his mouth while I squirmed underneath him, flooded with pleasure and an odd rage at not being able to break free.
Red Twizzlers
I got home from work, it was so nice out side. Parked my car and went it. I walk into the living room and see you sitting on the couch. Looks like your already, ready to stay inside, wearing your black tank top and workout shorts, make up all gone and hair In a pony tail. You’re drinking a Diet Pepsi and eating from a bag of red twizzlers.
I walk over to you, bend down and give you a nice kiss hello. You smile. I smelled the strawberry twists on your breath, makes the kiss a little sweeter. I goto reach in the bag, and you pull it away, with a giggle.
“Come on give me just one.” “No” as you giggle a little more.
I fake walk away, and go for another grab. You pull,the bag away the giggle a little more sinister.
You have a little playful look in your eye, like come on bring it. I walk slowly over to you, you put the bag under your butt. I place both of my hands on your head and run my fingers through your hair. I massage your scalp. I remove the rubber band from the pony tail, and stand in front of you. Playing with your hair massaging your neck and head. You close your eyes, I feel you relax. I push your head to rest against my stomach, as I put you into a deeper trance.
[TF] How I got my lesbian ex-girlfriend to love being fucked my my girl dick [Long-ish] [M2F]
So I am a trans woman who is different to most other you hear about. I love my dick and I love having small but perky boobs with pierced and tattooed nipples. (See profile for pics) This real story has a fair bit of gender fuckery so if that’s not your thing, please move on.
I’m Kat, 5″9, athletic to slim build, don’t have the time to work out so much these days but I’m still in shape, 36B boobs.. Dark ginger hair, blue eyes, pale skin, red lips, got the whole Snow White thing going on. I’ll call my ex Hannah, she’s 5″5, slightly chubby with soft, voluptuous E cup tits. She’s an alt girl, tattoos, pierced hood, bright red hair and tanned skin, her arse is the kind you could eat all day and still be hungry for more.