Dirty Pants [MF] [Clothed] [Public] [Tease]

Camille waited for her husband to go to work then set out of their upscale house in black yoga pants and a pink camisole, her dark hair up in a bun. She wore no bra, she hadn’t gotten a lift for nothing, and her large tits bounced as she walked to the car David had bought her for their anniversary.

Camille drove at a leisurely pace, bopping her head to her radio and looking at people on the sidewalks. She drove by the park, where she frequently hunted, and saw a young man standing in the partially enclosed bus stop. He was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college, and didn’t look the “popular type”. He had curly hair and wore khakis with a polo top. Thick glasses rested on his face. Camille grinned as she drove past then stopped a little further up the road.

As she approached the bus station, the boy had his back to her, leaning against the wall and staring at his phone. Camille carefully snuck up then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her.

“What the!” the geeky boy dropped his phone with a start.

Fucking on University Campus [MF] [Public]

At the point of this experience, I was in my second year of university, and my boyfriend Adam used to regularly spend weekends at my off-campus apartment. I can’t remember how the idea struck, but I know for sure it came from me, and that Adam was very nervous about it.
It was about 10 o’clock at night when I proposed the idea to Adam. He immediately asked me if it was safe and if there weren’t security guards. He wasn’t a university student, so I just brushed off his questions with “don’t worry about it, I know where to go”. My campus had a no alcohol or illegal substances rule, which of course I was adept to successfully breaking repeatedly, so I had a pretty good idea of all the spots we could go to that offered just enough privacy.

Adult cinema blowjob experience [mm] [mild mf]

This may be the craziest thing I’ve done. This experience was different from my others (see my post history for details) because I didn’t use craigslist and I wasn’t expecting to end up sucking cock.

So I used to live about 10 mins from an adult theatre which was located in the back of a sex toy store. I’d known about it for ages but had never actually been, but one day I was really horny and it randomly popped into my head, so I headed down there and purchased a ticket.

[M]y [F]avorite Car Moment

Hey All,

I’m back for my second post. I hope you enjoy it.

We met online. She had a pretty sparse profile, but there was a sharp personality there, and her pictures were classy but hot. She was a nurse, Filipina, about 5’6″, and a little older than me, so about 32. She lived a bit of a drive away, but not too far away, and when we started talking, I could tell she was a good person, maybe with the kind of playful side I was interested in. Perfect. We began talking, and pretty soon we set up a date. We met up by her, and when I saw her in her heels and her dark jeans, I felt lucky and turned on. She looked very much like her pictures with beautiful dark features, long legs, conservatively wrapped C breasts, and skin a color that made me want to lick to see what taste it could be. Let’s call her Joy.

Amrita [BDSM] [MF] [Stat]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios.

Amrita [Str] [MF] [Fantasy]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios.

Amrita [F] [Str]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios.

The Seduction plan 2 – Opening up [MFM]

[Part 1](https://redd.it/6h5had)

Now, Sachin had the liberty to touch her bare hips and we were excited about the next plan of action. Many times after that day, the two had gone out together and he touched her navel. This was to primarily get her used to it. Few weeks later, the next plan was charted out. This would involve both Sachin and me in the same theater on a weekday afternoon. I asked her to wear a crop top and skirt this time and she did. The portion under her belly button to her waist was exposed. We got off a bus and while walking about a kilometer’s distance to the theater, we stood on either sides of her and wrapped one arm around her, holding her by her exposed hips. She was blushing and tagged along. We invited quite a few looks from passers by and the thrill was building.

[MM][Republicans] The Running Mate

**Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**

This story takes place in a 100% fictional world.

Ronald Grump looked longingly into Spike Mense’s eyes from below as he begged on his knees for Mense to accept the VP job. He knew there was a very slim chance Mense would agree but he had to try all the same. He needed Mense’s respectably uptight demeanor to balance his campaign, and spending so many nights in close proximity to the big P, and Mense, was an added bonus. He needed it so bad he would do anything, and Mense saw the need in his eyes.
Mense grabbed Ronald’s toupee to take charge of the situation but not even milliseconds later Mense was surprised to find Ronald’s head moving towards his bulging pants without Mense’s assistance. This was something he wasn’t used to. He always had to force people to blow him so this eagerness was a welcome surprise. Ronald appeared eager to get his zipper undone and see what he would be playing with. Once his hands maneuvered his pants open Mense could see Ronald’s excitement plain as day.

[FM] We fuck in vivid hypercolour

The sunset burns peach through the horizon smog. It gives way to oceanic blue, then black with the love spot of Venus.

We run. Lean, hot bodies. He pushes me against the wall when we are home. Spare change and keys make gamelan as the fall from the side table. His hand moves to my mound as his tongue enters my mouth. I shudder, shrink, smile, feel small beside him. I part my legs. He rubs me through a layer of Lycra and a layer of black cotton. I keep one hand on his chest, like I am keeping away, like I want him to be gentle. Yeah right.

My free hand goes to his shorts. He is hard. He is thick. I can’t get over it. Three years and still every time I touch him I gasp like I’ve been told bad news. He is bad news. He is good news. My eyes flash catlike in the weight of the purple dusk. It’s like the bottom of the sea it’s so humid. He is the anglerfish and I always go straight for the lure.* I take his shaft, stroke it. He puts his hand in my panties. His fingers sink into my bush, spread my lips. Ok. Volume volume turn up the volume.