The Train Station, Pt. IV

Last we checked, Ranal and Cece, the homeless beggar, were on their first date and getting to know each other better at Frank’s Bar & Grill. Ranal had learned that Cece indeed did have a past, however, she was an intelligent woman and she was quite stunning in her own right. Besides having actually really nice, porcelain white, smooth skin, she also had beautiful turquoise-green eyes and a spectacular ballerina-like figure. Back at her ‘place’, she had just decided to make herself more comfortable in front of Ranal, proceeding to become fully naked.
“Oh my god, wow”, thought Ranal to himself.
Cece had a perfectly shaven or waxed (he couldn’t always tell the difference) pussy and a lengthy statuesque figure that seemed to stretch upwards for miles. Moreover, she wasn’t skinny, but she had very subtle, feminine curves. Cece paused, while still fully nude and looked Ranal in the eyes, seemingly unaware that she was totally nude.
“What do you think of my place?”, she asked.
“Uh..uh…it’s lovely”, called back Ranal.
Ranal was unable to think or speak clearly. All he could do in that moment was stare at Cece’s amazing figure. Ranal had seen plenty of naked women but she was something altogether different. He didn’t know how to read it. She was just so sexy. Cece went over to a cardboard box, which was her dresser, and pulled out a pair of loose-fitting shorts, and a t-shirt with a logo of an alligator that said Lacoste on it. She slipped on the shorts and the t-shirt and giggled.
Cece walked over to her bed where Ranal was relaxing. She laid next to him and propped her head up with her hand. She smiled and looked him in the eyes.
“I’m curious”, said Ranal. “You said you needed help before. But, what exactly do you need help for?”
“Look, you see where I’m living. This is not easy.”
“I get it. I get it.”
“I’ll see what I can do. I’m not a sugar daddy.”
“I didn’t say you were, and I’m not looking for one.”, she fired back.
“There’s one thing, and I can’t quite get it off my mind. This is so awkward.”
“Never mind. I’m not even going to say it.”
“No, say it. I want the truth.”, said Cece.
“Well, it’s just a moment or two prior you just undressed in front of me.”
“Yes I did”, answered Cece. “And not everyone gets to see that.”
“Can I see it again?”, he asked. “I swear, I’m not a creep. I, I..I’m an artist and I’m studying the human figure.”
“Oh, you want to see my boobs.”
Without any further questioning, Cece peeled off her t-shirt and sat upright. She matter-of-factly held them in her hands. Ranal stared on in wonder. Her boobs were a work of art, not the gigantic, unnatural, silicone stuffed melons so many other women had. Ranal sat up and leaned forward to kiss her. Cece shot her tongue out and began passionately making out with him.
Ranal reached his hand forward and placed it on her breast and began feeling it. Cece was into it, and he began stroking her long, brown hair. Cece had beautiful, silky, healthy hair.
Ranal pulled back for a second and gazed into Cece’s eyes. “Can I, um, see your bottom too?”
“You want to see here?”, said Cece pointing at her shorts.
Cece shot straight upwards and peeled off her shorts while shaking her butt lightly to wriggle the fabric off. She put her hands over her sternum and ran them down her chest until they were at her sides.
“Wow”, exclaimed Ranal.
“Do you want to see the back too?”
“Sure”
Cece did a 180 and while still standing, Ranal saw the arch in her back and he noticed just how much her ass stuck out. Cece separated her legs slightly and then bent over. Ranal touched his groin and felt his penis getting ever harder.
“Did anyone ever tell you, you’d make a great artist model?”, asked Ranal.
“You mean like one of those people that gets paid to stand there naked while people draw theml?”
“Yes”
“You draw?”, asked Cece
“Yes, I’m kind of an amateur artist but it’s my passion.”
Ranal sidled over to his backpack and unzipped the outer sleeve. He took out an artist’s sketch pad and flipped it open.
“Oh my God, you did these?’” asked Cece stunned.
“Yep, it’s a form of meditation for me. It helps me to relax.”
Cece looked closely at the sketches of first a bowl of fruit and then a nude male model with shadows casting over him. She flipped further and saw the nude female models.
“Are these all done with pencil?”
“Yep.”
Cece, still laying there naked, flipped through the book.
“I wish I could do this.”, she said. “I can’t draw my own ass cheek.”
“You can. I’ll teach you how.”, said Ranal.
“I suck at that stuff, and I’m too embarrassed to even try.”
“If you’re here tomorrow, I’ll bring you a sketch pad I have and some supplies. You just need a little bit of practice.”
“Thanks”
“You said before that you thought I’d make a great artist model?”
“Uh huh”
“Why?”, asked Cece, seemingly bewildered.
“A lot of people today just don’t have a defined form, and often can’t hold a pose for very long.”
“Your figure is classical. It’s actually perfect for life drawing. And, it’s easy money. A lot easier than hanging out in front of a train station.”
“Can you draw me?”, asked Cece.
“I might be able to, it’s just that I’m getting really tired now.”
Cece shrugged and looked disappointed.
“I’m going to head back home.”, said Ranal.
“Come back tomorrow to the train station at the same time and place, and we’ll see what can be arranged ”, said Ranal.
Ranal gave Cece a light peck on the lips and headed out, leaving her completely naked in front of two garbage dumpsters.
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Remembrance of encounters past: Amiable Amy (Part 1) [Mf]

Disclaimer: Though these stories are based on my real life experiences, these are just stories. The names and other details of the women and girls are change to protect their identities. I believe in discretion and safety of everyone. I am sharing these for enjoyment. Not here to hurt or harm anyone.

Introduction: Before we start, let me tell you a bit about where I am coming from. They say if you do not know where you are coming from, then you will never find where you are going.

I am a 48 year old white man. I grew up in the 70’s and 80’s in a suburbs of middle America. It was not all white, but mostly white neighborhood. And all middle class. My idea of and exposure to girls were different shades of white – from pale to ginger to tan – and black. When it came to black the shades did not register: someone was either black or not. So my experience and options for dating in my was mostly white with rare exception of black girls. Black girls were exciting but at that time a too large contrast for comfort. So my first wife was also white. We were normal couple: happy with normal things and normal sex life.

[MM] That time I tried a cock ring

This happened a bit over a year ago.

First, some important background: I’m relatively inexperienced when it comes to bottoming. I’m also probably 80/20 bi leaning toward women, but sometimes I just crave the D. When with guys, I’m always a total bottom—can’t even get hard if I (try to) top, but staying hard as a bottom feels natural. I’m also circumcised (this is important because I imagine it’d be more difficult to keep a cock ring on the head if uncircumcised). As with many bottoms, I’m always in search of that elusive prostate/anal orgasm(s). I got really close one time, but the guy unfortunately didn’t last long enough.

I bought an Aneros a while back and it happened to come with a vibrating cock ring as a free gift. I didn’t think anything of it first as I had never been a fan of cock rings. Oh boy, was I wrong to ignore them. It’s even funnier because the Aneros never actually did much for me other than slightly enhancing my regular orgasms while adding a bunch more cleanup/prep work.

The Truth is Weird – Fresh Roses: Chapter 3 [FF]

*Links to earlier chapters in comments. Recommended to be read first*

Chapter 3 Kink tags (Mild spoilers): >!F – Solo, FF – Bath, cuddling, fingering, light dominance, dirty talk!<

# Chapter 3: The Truth is Weird

**Em**

“What’s wrong?” Sage asked as she drew a bubble bath.

Em looked over at her oldest friend and roommate while she got to work stripping down and trying on a few robes. “Nothing.”

“Yes there is, I can tell.”

Em was sure she couldn’t…could she? Em always made sure to keep her emotions in check and her face clear of them as much as possible.

“It’s Holly, isn’t it?” Sage asked.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Em asked.

“Don’t be a dick. You still like her?”

“I never said I-”

“Do you still like her, yes or no?”

Em let a bit of emotion crack along her face as she rolled her eyes. It had been two months since she met Holly and she had been having…feelings. They were frustrating. Something about Holly just made Em feel relaxed. She didn’t trust that feeling, though. Relaxation. There was always more to be done.

An unexpected evening. How she [F] turned my [M] plans upside down.

Warning: Very long read – For sexual content see cut off section.

This tale began on a mild Friday afternoon;
a seemingly normal day with no expectations beyond a few drinks with friends later that evening. Judging by my title, you can probably tell, plans evolved from there.

I (M24) matched with her (F24) the previous day, but neither of us had yet reached out with the awkward first message, from which our entire existence is accordingly judged. But hey, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take – Wayne Gretzky – Michael Scott – Me (Let’s call me Eddie).

So naturally I spent a good potion of time creating an opening which provided Emma (not real name); with something mature, funny, and that offered a positive insight into my life. However, after remembering I’m a guy on tinder, I ended up sending the first gif that appears upon typing her name. It was a tad rude and sexual – but I’d clicked on her name and removed the new match notification- there was no turning back now.

[MF] Losing my virginity on holiday while my friend fucks next to me

TL;DR Finally losing my virginity at 19 on holiday while my friend fucks someone else on the bed next to me.

A couple of days before my 19th birthday, I went a lads holiday, there were five of us on the holiday and we were sharing two hotel rooms, I was in the room with only two of us. A couple of days into the holiday and my mate who I shared the room with, had taken a girl home every night and I’d fallen asleep to the sounds of fucking and moans, I may have even watched and wanked a couple of times but it wasn’t the first time I’d done that (look at my other posts on here)

Super Bowl [Why watch when you can have amazing sex instead?]

Celeste slid into the hot tub and leaned back, closing her eyes as the warmth enveloped her. The water rippling next to her told her someone else was stepping in. She cracked an eye to find a man she had met on the mountain sliding in.

“Celeste, how are you?”

She smiled warmly. “I’m good. Have a good day skiing?”

“The best.”

He settled into the hot tub across from her.

It was quiet. The snow had kept the mountain busy, but the hot tubs were a ghost town. “It’s so strange how quiet it is right now. I expected these to be busy.”

He nodded and glanced around at the several scattered hot tubs in the area. Very few of them had anyone in them, and the ones nearest to them were empty.

“Super Bowl. Everyone is watching the game at the bar.”

As if on cue, cheering could be heard in the distance.

“Ah. How could I forget?”

Celeste leaned back and closed her eyes. Out of all the hot tubs, he had come to this one—one that was occupied. She smirked.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 266-268) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 266: Fears of Brittany (18++)

“Ahn~” Brittany moaned as she masturbated and gazed up above in awe of the superior futanari.

The big-titted futa’s tail moved forward and reassuringly caressed Brittany’s cheek.

“*It’s going to be alright*,” was what Brittany heard from such a caring action and lovingly brushed against the tail in response, as she would rub against the warm fur of a pussycat to comfort herself.

But when the tip of the sleek tail moved closer to Brittany’s lips, the blonde felt a different urge—hot and agitated from arousing herself with her hopeful, daydreaming fantasies—Brittany wanted to take the godly being’s tail in her mouth and suck on it like she sucked her cock before.

Hot Yoga with an Angel {MF}

“Hi!” She said with infectious enthusiasm, “I’m Angel.”

“I’ll say.” I thought as I introduced myself.

“Welcome! Have you ever done Hot Yoga before?” she asked with the same excitement and an inspecting look up and down my body.

“Here and there, but nothing regular,” I offered.

“I can totally help with anything you need! Do you mind hands-on guidance?”

“Not by you, that is for sure!” I kept that to myself but said, “Not at all.”

Angel is a great teacher. She explains the moves well, is super flexible, and a master at these contortions. Watching her at the front of the room, I can take in her entire body. The mirror behind her gives me 360 views of every inch. Muscles flexing, legs splaying, arms reaching, and chest forward. All her perfect parts are on display for me to drink in.

[FM] I (24 Asian) slept with my ex’s coworker as revenge

Hi my name is Linda. The is is the story of how my ex and I recently broke up and I ended up getting with his coworker to get back at him…it’s long so sorry!

So Chris and I got together a little over two years ago (met through friends). At the time, I was a senior in college while he was a few years older and already had a job working in finance. Things started out great – we instantly connected, shared a lot of the same interests, and the sex was great. However, that all changed when he got passed up for a promotion last year to one of his juniors (Alex).

It really hit his self esteem. It started with Chris being irritated when he got back from work or when we talked about work and slowly pervaded the rest of our relationship, ultimately entering the bedroom (e.g., he started occasionally having a hard time getting it up or would finish too quickly). I did my best to support him – telling him he should change teams or companies and pretending not to care in the bedroom (let’s just say I was a realllly good girlfriend… always helped him relieve stress hahaha). It also didn’t help that Alex kept rubbing it in at work (Chris always described Alex as your typical douchey wasp)