I’m sitting at the dinning table in my ex’s kitchen. My hand laid palm down on my knee with my thumb straight up. My ex has a convenient hole in the crotch her jeans, she sits on my knee and my thumb slides inside her. My thumb is now all the way in and I start with small circles and work up to flicking her cervix, meanwhile she’s now grinding down on my thumb to streach the opening of her pussy wide. She’s really getting into it when her mother walks in and we both instantly stop moving, but she does not get of my thumb or lap. Her mum walks over and sits down next to us and we start chatting about stuff, all the while my thumb is still all the way in. Now because I’m a cheeky shit as my ex is talking to her mum I decide it would be highly appropriate to flick her cervix again mid word :) she instantly develops a stutter, but quickly recovers continues like a trooper. This goes on for about 10 minutes where I intermittently “interrupt” my ex’s concentration before the conversation winds down and her mum leaves the kitchen. Her mum isn’t even out the door yet when my ex starts grinding down really hard, hard enough to cause me pain which I dutifully ignore and keep flicking her cervix. I now have a wet patch on my knee and my hand is soaked with her juices. Her pussy starts to contract and squeeze my thumb and she explodes, silently of course, she slides of my thumb and sits down next to me spent and with a massive grin. I now have the problem of a wet patch on my knee and a soaked hand. Now there’s nothing I can do about my jeans, but my fingers go instantly into my mouth and I lick her juices of my hand. I don’t clean off all my fingers because I extend my hand to my ex and she cleans the rest of her juices of my fingers.
Tag: Straight
Yes, Daddy
While breaking the kiss, he takes both of my arms and places them above my head and pins me against the wall of the elevator. He begins to push his hips into mine, slowly swaying back and forth. His perfectly plump bulge rubbing up against my sweet spot, becoming soaked in excitement he gazed straight into my eyes and in a deep, stern voice said, “who is Daddy’s little girl?”
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[FM] Indian Student Ria Spends an Evening with a Friend
‘Hey baby, how are you? :)’
‘I’m okay sweetie, just having a good time with Nick :)’
Ria’s boyfriend was so sweet to check up on her like that, and she wasn’t exactly lying, per se. She had just left out the fact that Nick was inside of her right now.
After he came inside her in the coffee shop bathroom, Nick had hoisted her fishnet tights around her waist and smoothed her skirt back into position, “Good girl,” he told her, and turned her around for the first time, “But I’m not done with you yet.” And he wouldn’t be for a while.
Ria felt her greedy pussy crave more of his cum, knowing instinctively that she needed more cock. In her regular life she was a hardworking student, her life full of internships and exams and commitments. She dealt with it by becoming a cock-hungry whore several times a week. With a life full of doubts – that she wasn’t smart enough, or hardworking enough or committed enough – Ria knew she could find solace in sex.
Laundry Day Surprise. (OC repost) [M&W]
I wrote this a couple years ago… maybe closer to three now. I don’t think it got much exposure the last time I posted. Replies, feedback are welcome.
Laundry Day…
Saturday morning… close to noon, still tired from staying up too late the night before. I get some coffee started then head back to the other end of the house to grab some laundry for the wash.
It’s a beautiful spring day, really warm outside so I pull some windows and the door open, with just the screens on to keep the bugs out.
I live on a quiet street in the suburbs, and mine is the last house before a few empty lots, so I get zero foot traffic. I don’t even think twice about traipsing about the house in my boxers.
I’m 28 years old, about six foot tall, a little too thin but muscular and wiry from working construction all year. I think that I’m considered attractive despite my hawkish nose. I have long hair and about 3 days of facial growth. I need to shave, but don’t much care too. If I have an attribute that stands out, women often tell me that I have nice hands.
Request Delivery : My Nympho Neighbour [fffm]
This is a request delivery from my main request post: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6a67bp/new_writer_here_accepting_request_for_any_kind_of/
Greg, Kim, and Me [MM] [MMF]
Things with Greg and I had gone better than expected. We were still just regular buds, still went out and chased girls together, but there was a new layer to things now. No romance or anything stupid like that, but we were getting physical with each other pretty regularly.
I think it was as weird for me as it was for him. I mean, up until a few weeks ago we considered ourselves 100% “straight”. But then he let slip that he had a big cock, and for some reason I became obsessed with the idea of sucking it, and next thing you know we got drunk and… Well… [I told you the rest](https://www.reddit.com/r/confessionburner/comments/6a909j/seducing_my_straight_friend_see_comments_for/).
Since then, if we talked about it at all, it was brief. We’d go out, and if we both struck out that night he might say: “hey man can you help me out?” “Help me out” was code for let’s get naked together, rub cocks together, jerk each other off, and give each other blowjobs until we came. But we never really talked about it, and no, I repeat, no goddamn kissing.
Leashed [M/f] [D/s] [light pet play]
A clattering sound announced the furnace kicking on, which was welcome relief to Emma who could feel the cold from the tile seeping into her knees. It was a Tuesday which meant she was to meet Him at the door, kneeling and ready. Her legs were flat on the floor, her butt resting on her heels, back straight with her arms crossed behind her. He caught her slouching once and the punishment was enough to convince her that she would never do that again.
Emma was naked, save for the thick leather posture collar that wrapped around her neck with an O-ring dangling from the center of her throat. She had a variety of collars, some thinner, some with built in gags, and some delicate things she wore in public to advertise His ownership as discreetly as possible. Normally she had some leeway in what she wore, in fact, her collar restrictions were the ones He seemed most lackadaisical about. Oftentimes she simply forgot to put on her day collar and aside from a few snarky comments and raised eyebrows He didn’t seem to notice.
Submissive slut gangbanged by strangers [group]
Final story for this submissive slut. Sadly a month after this story we had to stop – her boyfriend and her became serious so we stopped our fun.
I was at the bar with friends when my phone started vibrating. I saw it was her, so I stepped outside to answer. All she said was “Thursday, 4pm” and that was it. I knew what it meant, I was to make the arrangements for her. I contacted Tay and had him recruit some friends. After hotel reservations were made, I texted the address and room number to her, and then to Tay and his friends.
Someti[m]es, being a sub can be a lot of [f]un
Last time I posted, I was experimenting with being a bit of a sub. Nothing too extreme, mostly it’s focused on control.
Last week was different.
I came over to meet my FWB (let’s call her Anne for now) after work. I grabbed a quick shower there and wanted to see what she wanted to do. She wanted to grab some food first, and so instead of going straight to our usual business, I looked up a nice little deli nearby and waited for her to get ready.
She came out wearing her sundress on this hot evening, with her tanned and toned calves hinting at the majesty that is her body. Before we went out the door though, she said, “wait, take a look at this.”
She lifted up her skirt, and I can see that underneath her panties, she had plugged a bullet vibrator in her. It was on. “Let’s make this quick.”
When we finally got there, the effects of the bullet were beginning to show. She had a hard time concentration on her order, which I thought was hilarious. She kept asking me to hurry up because she “wasn’t feeling well”. To which I purposely dragged out the ordering process just to watch her squirm.
[M]e (35), my wi[F]e (34), some PBR and Snapchat.
Originally posted at: https://wolfcola412.tumblr.com. Written today about last night.
This is my first attempt at writing a story in probably 3-4 years. Depression is a motherfucker. It’ll probably take me a while to get my chops back, but this was fun to write, so I’ll probably share more.
About us:
Me: 35 year old dude who still gets carded sometimes. Shaggy/unkempt hair. I look like every 35 year old dude who listens to Hot Water Music. I’m 6′ tall, go about 220-225 with some chub (I’m down from 298 a year ago). Tattoos and a few facial piercings.
Wife: 34. Thick/chubby/whatever with great breasts and a wonderful ass. I dig it. Short red hair. Tattoos. Piercings. Punky.
I sit at my desk this morning with the sounds of CNN on television and my beautiful wife, Laura sleeping restlessly behind me, recovering from a stressful run of fifteen straight days working in a thankless job as a retail manager – a job title that I share for the time being.