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“I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I want you to fuck me.” [m/f]

Names have been changed to protect the innocent, but otherwise this story is true.

I started dating Sammy a little over two months ago. We started fooling around (no fucking) a few dates in, and held back on the understanding that she wanted a clean bill of health before we went unprotected and I can't feel anything through a condom. However, I started to learn quickly that the mature and responsible Sammy I was getting to know, the one who was clear-eyed about her life goals and sexual needs and set her limits before we ever got into bed, was only half the story.

A little about the players before we go on:

I'm 29, 6'1", with an angular but not particularly rugged face, blonde hair and blue eyes, and a lean rower's build. I'm not the prettiest guy around, but I'm distinctive-looking for sure.

Sammy is 25, 5'3", bookish, has very thick dark hair that comes down about to her shoulders, and wears glasses. You wouldn't know it looking at her on the street because she dresses casually and all covered up, but her body can only be described as… well, ripe. A well-proportioned and firm ass. Just enough around the thighs and tummy to make her soft and pliable while maintaining ideal feminine curves. Perky tits, probably a C cup, and light pink nipples that perk up at the slightest touch. Read more »

The Living Room [MFFF] [BDSM] [Fsub]

Oscar’s body becomes rigid as the sound of a door slamming pushes into the living room from the front hall. His back straight, legs at a perfect perpendicular, knees bent at exact 90 degree angles, and each foot resting hips width apart on the glossy marble floor. He feels his cock twitch and rise against his stomach, and hears Alice snort quietly beneath him.

He wants to tell her to shut up, to kick at her scrawny, toothpick legs. Wants to lament that it’s fucking Wednesday, and he doesn’t get to top with Victor again until the week-end. But someone is home, and his feelings are no longer relevant. In this moment, Oscar is not a man, but the warm, delectable cushion of a very human chair.

His biceps bulge slightly as he holds his arms still, his elbow forming another gorgeous 90 degree angle. Georgina likes her armrests, and Oscar is more than happy to endure the ache in the hope that she will utilize him before rushing to dress for dinner. Oscar closes his glassy amber eyes and imagines the light brushing of her skirts against his ankles. The feel of fabric tumbling down his legs, shielding the hot mesh of her naked flesh on his from view. Read more »

The Charm [MF] [hotel] [anticipation]

I have meant to continue my previous story, but have not been happy with my last 2 attempts – so I will return to it after a short intermission.

This is a sort of "vignette" short story – a bit of a different spin on the erotic story, I hope you enjoy!

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The creamy, wet juice is running down your cheek, dribbling from the corner of your mouth and your small, upturned smile.

Your green eyes watch me, curiously and deeply interested.

I stand up from the bed, breathing deep, raspy, shuddering breaths. My insides are untangling, the fire in my groin subsiding.

My cock is still pulsating with pleasure, glistening with spit and cum, beat red from the raw beating it gave out.

My eyes trace across your body, and you open your legs. Your pussy lips are swollen and voluptuous, moist with wetness and spread open like a flower. The patch of hair surrounding it is thick with that wonderful musk of sex that hangs heavy in the air. A breeze floats across the hotel room from the open window, pushing across our naked bodies as we take in the moment. Read more »

Caribbean Resort Vacation [mmf] [bi] [oral] [anal] [cuckold]

Hotel beach on a Caribbean island. I'm there with missus Rebecca. Black guy comes over and starts chatting up my wife. Ignoring me completely. She's loving it. Giggling and laughing with him. Everyone on the beach can see what's happening. Eventually they go off together to our hotel room. About an hour later they come back. She's walking a bit gingerly and looks quite red in the face. They have a deep kiss and then part. Again everyone on the beach can see what's going on. She lies down seemingly exhausted. Says nothing. I say nothing. I am a bit stunned as

This goes on for the rest of the holiday. Sometimes the same guy sometimes different. Once word gets around there is no shortage of lovers.

The holiday carries on as before – wifey getting chatted up during the day by the studs on the beach and going off for quick sex sessions and coming back.

One time it happens my curiosity gets the better of me and I go and peek in through the slatted windows. She's being taken from behind very hard. Much harder than I can manage without coming immediately. She's making noises I've never heard from her before. I slink away but can clearly hear her coming loudly as I walk back to the beach. Read more »

Update 2.1: Tying up the Innocent Girl [m/f]

First off, this is pretty long. Second, this is only part 1 of 2. I hate it when people do that, but it's late and this is as far as I got today.

As I wrote last week, I recently ran into a girl I'd dated in grad school, and we reconnected hard. The chemistry was insane and the sex was like riding a bike.

I was out of town on a business trip through Friday, but had plans to meet up with Caitlin on Saturday night (my flight came in late). We texted all week, and I was reminded of one of her best/worst qualities: her text style. We'll be volleying back and forth, multiple texts a minute, and then… nothing. For eight hours. I'm not sure if she's purposely playing mind games, but she'd pull this shit all the time when we were dating. While it's insanely annoying, it works so well for keeping her in my head all day. Every time my phone goes off, I'm checking it thinking it's her. Kinda pathetic but that's just how this girl gets to me. Read more »

Kurt and His Bitches (MMF)

This story begins in medias res – that is, without much of a prologue and without its proper context For a personal introduction, suffice it to say that I'm a grad student at a well-respected midwestern university. Kurt had had me on a line all afternoon, texting me about his "South City Whore" and their coming tryst. He is my sex mentor, you might say. A brutal, muscular man in his mid-forties. He might be ex-military, I'm not sure, but from things he's said I gather that he works at a prison. He's a professional disciplinarian, and he has an unmatchable sex drive and little empathy or regard for feeling. I found him on Craigslist; he was looking for a bisexual wingman, someone to tag team "whores" and "sluts," and to suck his cock along with those whores. I responded with an email and a photo, he came back with his phone number, and we texted for a while. He made me photograph my body from every angle, including my spread asshole, and send him the photos. At the time, I had let my pubic hair grow untrimmed for a while, and he derided me for it. He told me to shave myself bare and then send him another picture. I felt a hot brick settle low in my stomach and my cock push against my jeans when I read that text. I knew then that I was his bitch. In the shower that night, I took my razor and slowly, carefully shaved my cock and balls and then shaved upward toward my stomach. My hair, facial and body, grows sparsely anyway, so it wasn't an onerous chore. I was hard the whole time, and leaking precum. I sent him the photo, snapped on my phone in the foggy bathroom mirror. He sent his approval and I texted back, "Thank you, sir." Read more »

Daddy’s Little Princess Grows Up – Part 2 [Mf, inc, oral]

As soon as I told my daddy that I was sure about what we were about to do, he pulled me down and started to kiss me again. It didn’t even take a little warm up, our kiss started off just as hot as our last one left off. I was straddling his waist, my young, wet pussy pressed up against his cock; I couldn’t help but move on him. He was so hard and felt amazing rubbing up and down my bikini clad folds. His hands were rubbing up and down my back, before I knew what was happening; he pulled the string that tied my top together. It loosened instantly, only hanging from my neck. His hands moved to the front of my body and gently became full of my plump breasts. My nipples instantly beaded up under his hands as they gently squeezed and massaged my perky globes. Read more »