Tag: Straight

An Old Flame Desires Training [MF] pt 2

We make our way out of the hotel lobby towards our waiting ride. Walking slightly behind you, I say “you’re really graceful on those heels, especially with the jewelry you have in.”

You wink and say, “I told you I’m no prude. I still find ways to enjoy myself.”

We sit down in the car and the driver takes off. I get my phone and start playing with the vibrator. I watch your breathing become heavier as I increase the stimulations. I see your hands dart between your legs and your fingers rub against the hard rope thong on your clit. You can feel the rope becoming damp between your legs. I keep making the vibe go from low to medium to high, back to medium, back to high and then low again. I set this to loop and sit back to enjoy the ride.

When the driver finally stops and we get out, you’re sure there’s a wet spot on the seat. Each time the vibrations got to high, you would be close to cumming and it would drop again. You look at me, pleading with your eyes for me to let you cum. I just shake my head, smile and take your hand to lead you inside. Read more »

An Old Flame Desires Training [MF] pt 1

As I walk into the hotel lobby, I see you sitting on a couch, waiting for me. Your tight dress shows a bit of your cleavage and hugs your curves, stopping mid-thigh. Tall stilletto heels finish the outfit, making your legs look long and sexy. My jaw drops a bit as I see you. I had texted you with a few of my expectations and you blew them away.

“Wow, you look amazing,” I say.

“Well, I did a little research. You know I need to be somewhat prepared,” you reply.

I take your arm as we walk toward the elevator.
“No bags?” I ask.

“Just this,” you reply, holding up your purse and grinning.

“Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you can handle a whole night of being subjected to my imagination? You aren’t worried about what might happen if you aren’t in control?”

You think for a moment before responding. “I’m not quite sure what it is that I want, but the thought of being taken without my control does turn me on. Decisions are my career, I need to find a break from them.” Read more »

Kara is screwed…Part 4 [M/F, dom/sub, con]

The other parts are on this sub some where

*Previously in Part 3*

*The man grunts and turns her over. Kara reluctantly opens her eyes, part of her not wanting to know who she just fucked. She looks up and sees Sean staring down at her smugly.*

*“But, but I thought it wasn-” Kara stammers*

*“You’re a bit of a slut Chalmers” teases Sean “willing to fuck a stranger in a storage closet. Moaning like a bitch in heat the whole way through.”*

*Kara tries to think of something witty to say back. But what Sean said was true. She blushes to herself as he makes his way out of the closet. Leaving her lying naked on the concrete floor.*

*“Til next time” he says with a satisfied grin over his shoulder as he exits.*

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Kara runs into Sean the following Monday near the college bookshop. He’s dressed casually in a button down and some chinos. She was in a light green summer dress. As he notices her he looks up and smiles.

“Well good morning, Ms Chalmers.”

“How did you do it?” Kara demands “How did you trick me into thinking that wasn’t you on Friday?” Read more »

A New Life: Part Four [MF] [Straight Sex] [GILF] [Oral Sex] [Blow Job] [Busty] [Huge Boobs]

I had to say the single life was starting to feel good. No more thinking of what someone else wanted or what they felt or needed. It was just me. If I wanted to go somewhere, I went. If I wanted something, I got it. It was complete freedom to do what I wanted when I wanted to do it.

The other wives and I were as close to best friends as possible. I could never have a friendship like this while I was Benjamin. He was always looking at and judging my friends.

“Don’t try to hide it,” Sheila said as we sat down for our weekly dinner.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I smiled.

“You enjoyed the party last week,” Sheila smiled back. “Don’t try and say you didn’t.”

I couldn’t. I thought I wouldn’t like an adult-themed party with just women, but it was fun to let loose.

“I bet you enjoyed the toys just as much,” Sheila said without batting an eye.

“Sheila!” As many people were around our table, I said we were at our favourite café downtown, and it was always crowded. Read more »

The One that Got Away

I couldn’t believe it, I wanted to yell at the lady in front of me, but I was trying to be polite. The sign on the register said ten items or less, but she had over twenty items and still putting things on the belt.

Finally, the manager up front noticed the same thing the rest of us had and started to help the cashier bag some of them to quicken the line.

I went through the line and purchased my items. As I was heading to my vehicle, a lady waved at me.

“Nate?” the lady said as she approached me. “Nathan Drayson?”

“Yes,” I said as I looked at this petite woman approaching me.

“Kimberly Stracken,” the lady said.

“No way,” I said as I looked at her.

Kimberly was one of the girls I went to high school with. She was in most of my classes.

“Yes, I know, all grown up, right?” Kimberly said.

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, you haven’t changed, look at you!” Kimberly said.

“That’s a lie,” I said, noting my bald head and grey moustache. Read more »

I [m] 21 take out my frustration on my coworker [f] 19

I pull out my phone and text Tiffany, “what are you doing right now?”

A minute or so goes by, then my phone chimes.

“Nothing, just got home.”

“Dtf?”

“Yes please. ”

“Omw 10 min.”

“😈”

I drive my truck straight to the employee lodging. As I pull up to her complex I can see her peek through her window. I park and make my way to the stairs because she lives on the second landing. I hear a door open as I climb up the stairs, I look up at the sound of her giggling and I see her. She’s absolutely naked, she’s standing in the doorway sideways and the light from inside casts her naked form in shadows.

She poses with one leg bent, her back arched, both hands on the door frame above her and her head tilted back. She runs her hands down the frame, through her hair and down to her perky tits. She gives them a squeeze as she turns towards me, she laughs and runs away through the door. Read more »

Bdsm (female slave) fantasy FFM

Queeny answers the door in black heels and her red dress. The excitement is already building after contact was made via email with a potential slave 6 months ago. Today is the day of a first meet and this little slave has been tainting my husband and I for days. Standing in just outside the door is a beautiful young woman. Curvy, shy, submissive and a little timid. I can tell as she stands silent and staring at my chin.

I let my body speak for itself and move just enough to let her walk through the door. She doesn’t need to know just yet that I am eager for this meeting. I remove her coat to get a better look at the body of hers. She has listened to my request of a nice mid-thigh skirt, heels and a v-neck shirt. It is also nice that I am taller than her.

She still has said nothing but when I lean closer to her ear to tell her I am pleased with her shirt, her breath catches. I smile and send her into the living room. Read more »

An introduction: Not the sexiest post I’ll ever write, but my [F]irst.

You know, there is towns no one should have to live in.Quite frankly, they are the kind of places where you look forward to going to church and the only thing to do is work around the house.So, my summers as a younger girl were spent at the side of my mother working on this or that. I exercised to pass the time. I walked a lot too. Then not much else.Was not until my grandfather’s death that I had this mentality shook for me.Without dwelling on the rather unsexy nature of a death bed, my Grandfather told me, “don’t die with regrets”.

It had a lot more wheezing, but you get the idea.

Cut to me, nineteen and a virgin, living in dorms at college and basically never so much as dared to slip a digit inside.

For the record, I’m 5’4. I’ve been called cute more than sexy. Round features, big eyes, curls, and soft lips. Not the sharp angled features of a model, but not hard to look at. I’m a brunette, but the edges lighten in the summer enough to have been called a blonde. I am wide hipped, narrow waisted, and I carry most of my height in my legs. Thanks to the country living and exercise they are pretty toned and I carry a reasonable thicc-ness around my ass and thighs. This has made buying jeans a bit of nightmare, but most of my partners say “lucky you look good without them then” whenever I complain. Read more »

The Palmer Legacy Chapter 2 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OLDER.

I’ve written this story through chapter 17. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. Or if can’t find the link there, you can search my name on google to find my site. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

The AP History essay on nineteenth century architecture was not coming along easily for Noah. He leaned back in his desk chair, his eyes closed, trying to collect his thoughts. He didn’t even hear his mom enter the room. He jumped and opened his eyes when she thumped a book down on his desk.

“You left your book in my office.” Jessica stood with her arms crossed, looking down at the leatherbound copy of First Love. “I’m not sure if you should be reading stories like that. It’s a bit racy.”

“That book looks ancient.” Noah picked it up and examined it. “It’s not mine.” He opened it and read a few lines from a random page. The narrator threw himself from a twelve-foot wall because a woman asked him to. “Seems interesting.” Read more »

Tammy-nympho ‘work-wife’

Tammy pulled me aside, again, after an office party. We have a few more drinks as she flirts with me, both subtly and illicitly. After about two or three shots of cognac we find ourselves making out in the Himalayan salt meditation room where the party was held. Door locked of course. She straddled me on the lazy boy as we passionately made out. My hands kept hiking her cute black summer dress.

God, her ass is phenomenal, I think to myself as I cup a good handful of her thick cheeks.

“Take my panties off daddy.” She whispers in my ear. There’s nothing hotter than a slutty milf coworker submitting to you sexually during work hours. I can’t say I missed the times that she took charge, I’d rather my bitches play a more passive role as I dominate them.

I gently bit her earlobe as she propped up her ass enough for me to slide her black lace thong off of her. The panties only slid off one leg and lie dangling on the other. Fuck, I was hard as a rock with her atop of me. Read more »