Tag: Straight

The Addict – Part 1 (m/f, office sex, erotica, humor)

My name is Jerome Baxter, I’m twenty eight years old, and I have a confession to make. Ahem.

I’m addicted to boobs.

“Whatever, dumb ass, all men love titties,” is what you’re probably thinking right now, right? And you would be correct. However, I’m not sure you could find a guy who loves them more than I do. Or thinks about them as much as I do. Or pulls up pictures of them on the internet as many times as I do.

I’m not real particular about size or shape, either. I love a jiggly D cup as much as I like a perky A cup. Once, in college, I dated a girl who had a lazy eye and buck teeth, but she had a rack you could take a bullet for. About a 38 C, firm, but bouncy. Yeah, I love boobs, but I also love the women they’re attached to. Women. Soft and strong, open and loving. I don’t understand the female gender very well, but I am a fan. A huge fan. Hell, I even qualify as a groupie. Everything about women makes my heart race and my mind wander. All types, tall, petite, chubby, skinny, I’m not a picky man. As long as she’s fun to be around, I’m cool. But let’s get back to the titties, shall we? Read more »

My first time with a very shy woman (Part 1)

EDIT: This very tame story was too much for her. So at least I know that there is no future between us.

NOTE: This was written for a woman who I recently met. We are incredibly attracted to each other, but she is very shy and reserved in bed. I wrote this for her to describe how a very tame encounter between the two of us might unfold. Normally I am extremely aggressive – doing this would require an enormous amount of self restraint on my part. Read more »

The Adventures of Dennis Part 3 (Part 2 of 2)

Brie and I woke up from our afternoon nap. The sun was setting through her windows. I looked at her bare legs and her pink slip. I massaged them with my hand. “Mmmm,” she said, stirring. “Do you have to go?” “Yeah,” I said. “I gotta go.” I got dressed and we stood in her doorway. “What are we?” Brie asked. I shrugged and walked away.

I was chatting up Melissa. She was a blonde with a few piercings, wearing a white blouse and jean skirt. She was in the sister house. We sipped beer as we stood to the side of the beer pong table. “I’ve had enough of Holocaust jokes,” I said. “Anne Frankly I’m just sick of them.” She cackled and bounced her head against my shoulder. She was very drunk. “I wonder if I’ll be lying on that table later on,” she said looking at the beer pong table. This was about the sixth overt sex reference she’d made that night. “I dunno,” I said. “Want to try it out?” Read more »

The Adventures of Dennis Part 3 (part 1 of 2)

Brie had a habit of pressing her face against my neck during some point usually towards the end of our sessions. But there were also times when she clutched the back of my neck and suddenly I felt her nose bearing down on my Adam’s apple only about two minutes in, so maybe she was just nervous and didn’t know what to do. There was this one time in my dorm room, during a bout of midday horniness that needed some relief. And this time was sexy as shit because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and felt my thumb digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging light that she could have bonked her head against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing modern dance choreography (and she had been a dancer, which she’d given up for studying painting and banging me), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my lower belly. And she turned up the volume of her moans as if the hairier part of my stomach made it so much sexier. And she dipped downward and buried her face in my neck, while at the same time, amazingly, reaching back with one hand and grasping my cock to make sure it stayed inside her. This time I was being responsible and wearing a condom. It felt very awkward, but for the next minute or so, I got an inch-away view of her thin, stringy black hair with even a single gray hair near the top of her head where it parted. She’d worn her hair in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad ideas. Her breath felt hot on my neck and her moans vibrated off my pillow like a surround sound museum piece. I felt her hand that wasn’t on my cock slither around in to my hair. I felt her eyelashes fluttering against my neck. I peered up over her head to see what the action was like south of the great hill. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her pussy. I thrusted with more authority and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump over a wall, but then I started coming and shut my eyes and put both of my hands around her cheeks. I raised her face so she looked in to mine and at the moment our eyes met she stopped her staccato moans. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted and her eyes were squinted, like they had been shut for duration of their acquaintance with my neck. The fat of her cheeks was balled up between my thumbs and forefingers. I finished and let my legs fall flat. I didn’t kiss her. I just held her face and we stared at each other, breathing. She bent down and kissed me for a long time. Read more »

The night I baptized you and ruined your friend’s couch [mf], [oral], [squirting], [true story]

This is my Hail Mary. This my last effort to get you out of my system.

I can’t even be sure if that night was real. Warmth runs through my core. My inner most muscles are nearly sent into a spasm; these days all it takes is a single thought.

I stood in awe of that long blonde hair tucked under a ball cap and a fitted T-shirt. You strolled right up to me. So casually with those dimples- like you didn’t just set my desires aflame. The more I got to know that mischievous smile over the weekend, the more I started to crave you. We may have parted ways but the need for you stayed with me.

The Albertan summer was fleeting, typical of that unattainable bitch, and soon enough it was time for the ball tournament. It was almost as if good luck and fortune fell right into my horny lap. There you stood in the front of the line to beer gardens. Clit on fire, I called out to you. As soon as our eyes met, a shock raced through me. Something sparked in your eyes, a mixture of surprise and anticipation rolled into one devastatingly sexy look. Read more »

Thigh Pillow

(From Dr. Hapmord’s files)

Patient: Dennis Tominsky Age: 27 Age at time of story: 19 Time: Sometime in May. The end of Freshman Year of college. Read more »

The babysitter KNEW i wanted to fuck her [Mf]

Jennifer and I had not had a date night in nearly 4 months. Jared, our two-year-old son, had the tendency to scream throughout the night never giving us any alone time. We finally got in touch with an experienced babysitter referred to us by one of Jennifer’s friends of this 19-year-old named, Monica.

Our date night had finally arrived, in reality; we didn’t want dinner, just a place to fuck in peace. I had not touched my wife in months and my body was aching to be on top of and behind hers. Her excuse was always the same, ‘you try taking care of Jared and see how tired you get!’ This usually ends up leaving me frustrated and horny.

“You ready, Mark?” I heard her call out of the bathroom.

I was going through some of the naked pictures she used to send me to get myself excited. I definitely was ready to pounce on her and spend the whole night doing my sexual duties as her husband.

“Yeah Jen, I think the sitter should be here soon too,” I called back. Read more »

The Master and his Pixies [fantasy, mdom, pixies]

The sun is setting…

I groan softly.

As it often does these days my mind wanders. My life has become so different from what it used to be that I still sometimes find it hard to believe. We are taught many things as we are growing up. Humanity has learned so much about the universe we have deluded ourselves into thinking we understand far more than we do.

Humans have progressed steadily from the beginning.

Wrong.

There is no magic.

Wrong.

The truth is that humanity has risen to peaks before. We have learned to master great forces in the past only to see destruction rage and our knowledge being lost. You doubt me. Of course you do. But as I look around at my castle the proof is rather obvious. You are wrong.

I groan again.

A small sweet little voice pulls me back to the present.

”Nooooooo…. Tooo big.”

That would be Pink. The sweetest one. She does not have a hostile or mean bone in her body. So of course she is the target for all the others. Cause while I do love them most of the rest can be nasty little bitches far too often. But being hungry can do that to a pixie. Read more »

The White, Rich, and Bitchy Club, Part I [mf, hand stuff]

The WRB Club, Part I

By: Inn_cognito

Jon was fucking his blonde MILF in the next stall. I leaned back against the toilet seat as the blonde MILF’s redhead friend sucked my dick. She looked up at me with her green eyes as if to ask if I was enjoying myself. I ran my hands through her soft hair and pushed her head down my dick. I take it that she considered it a compliment because she started to pick up her pace. I could hear the MILF’s stifled moans and Jon’s muffled groaning in the next stall. I had to stifle my own groaning as my new friend swirled her soft tongue around my cock. I could see her fervently toying her pussy, making herself a wet mess for what was about to come. And come I did. She swallowed every last drop of my semen.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to her. “You didn’t have to that.”

She winked at me. “Its ‘k. I don’t want to ruin my make-up. You still good to go?” she asked, tilting her head and licking her fingers clean of her pussy juice. Read more »

The Hotel Room (Mf) [light bd]

This is a chapter in a longer piece I'm working on. Comments appreciated.

The hotel lobby was big and imposing. Gilded crown moldings and over-stuffed brown leather chairs with overpriced suits sitting in them. Adrienne walked quickly through the lobby with her eyes lowered afraid the concierge or desk clerk would ask her a question or offer to help. She paused halfway through the lobby to get her surroundings. The front desk was to the right with two clerks one of whom was helping a guest and the other who was… looking right at right at her and smiling. She quickly turned to the left and noticed a hotel bar. Maybe a quick drink would calm her nerves. No, he was waiting somewhere upstairs in this overly elaborate monstrosity of a hotel. Why would he stay in a hotel this expensive? She never understood why someone would pay this much money for a place they’re only going to sleep. Clean, yes. Nice design, great. But this overly elaborate lobby and bar with a… tuxedoed piano man? Jeez. This was the type of place her friend Claire’s grandparents would stay at. They were always trying to show off their money. She hated Luka a little for making her come to this type of place. Read more »