[FM] New year, new us – had some big changes in January 2021

The morning of New Year’s Day last year was not fantastic.

Despite cutting out dairy (under protest) several months prior and DD’ing my husband Henry’s and my COVID-safe celebrations the night before in a cute town a couple hours away from home, I woke up feeling bloated and nauseous and exhausted and all-together shitty. I groaned and rolled out of Henry’s arms before lifting the covers to make sure I hadn’t bled all over our motel sheets. Nothing was there, thank goodness. I kissed Henry’s cheek and huffed to myself as I shoved my frigid feet into my slippers and rose from the bed, my aching back tightening with discomfort. Padding over to the dingy bathroom, I let out a stream of curses. Fuck, my tits were sore. I cupped one in each hand in the hopes that lifting them slightly would ease the pressure in my lower back.

This was PMS from hell. Meanwhile, fucking Henry was sleeping the sleep of the completely fucking unbothered, his mouth probably making that stupid fucking “pfeeew” sound he makes when he’s deep in REM sleep while I was being sabotaged by my traitorous uterus. By the time I climbed back under the covers, Henry had begun to stir. “Where did you go?” he muttered sleepily, grabbing me and pulling me against him.

Taking my teacher [MF]

Growing up, I’ve had too many fantasies to count. From the time I ‘spent’ with celebrities and models, to people I’ve known in real life. I’m not ashamed to admit that’s included friend’s mom’s and even the occasional teacher. The best wanks are always over people I have a vibe with. Since turning 18 a few months ago, I’ve noticed that’s happened more often. One teacher in particular has definitely started looking at me differently. And that’s meant that I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about her and all the things I’d do if I had her all to myself.

Now when I’m in class, I’m even more distracted than usual. This year I haven’t been a stellar student. I’m definitely above average, but don’t do any work in class, or at home really. Over the last couple months, she’s started commenting on that almost every day. She didn’t seem to before, but I guess she’s just looking out for me since my final exams are coming up soon.

How it started [MF]

We had the house to ourselves, but were busy with chores. I took a moment to hug her from behind.

“Let’s have sex later” I whispered in her ear. As I walked away, I gave a loud smack to her ass. Now, sex will be on our minds for the rest of the day.

Later that evening, I hugged her from behind again, my hands roaming over her body. I whispered: “Go to the bedroom, strip to your panties and heels, tie your hair up, put on a blindfold, stand in the middle of the room and wait for me.”

“Hmmm, sounds kinky” she said. I watched as she and her ass swayed away from me.

I made her wait a while, then I walked into the room. Slowly walking around her. Admiring her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Shhh” I said. Putting my finger on her lips.

“Put your hands on your head,” I said. Now my finger was outlining her lips, and slowly she started sucking my finger.

Pulling away, I walked around her. Her breasts were amazing now, with her hands up like this. I rubbed them, but stayed away from her nipples, for now. They’ll get plenty of attention later.

Caught Sucking and Fucking in the Cinema (29f) [FM]

Sex is great. It is, arguably, just about the most fun it’s possible to have. But there can come a time when, if you’re lucky enough to be getting it sufficiently frequently, it can start to feel like it’s losing its edge. Which is to say it’s still great, obviously – orgasms are rarely not worth your time – but it can start to lose a little of its shine. It becomes just that little bit more predictable. More pedestrian. More, dare I say it, *routine*.

Which is when, in my experience, you find yourself starting to explore other means of regaining that exciting buzz that was initially a default bolt-on to any sexual escapade. You take your first tentative steps – or in my case, jumping in fully, both feet first – into finding a way to recapture the thrill. Specifically seeking out something new and adventurous, rather than just happening upon it.

[FM] my bf asked for a new hotwife adventure

We are into the stag/vixen lifestyle, obviously. In our previous stories (from his perspective) you could read how my bf convinced me to this sexual open relationship. It is a win win indeed, being free and him enjoying it. i know there has to be a pornographic aspect in it for him, that it is necessary to feed his imagination, the story, images if the moment (and guy) allow it.

Indeed, the first threesome was a bit short and limited. it could have been so much more, though we were easy and happy and after that there was not much gusto to have a new adventure straight away. The sex between us was excellent, he was extra fired up, the play was just between us. What I like is a guy who knows what he wants and uses me, and so we explored dominance and submitting.

Little Pet ~Part 4~ (Bondage, Pet play, Master/Slave, TW: Blood)

My eyes opened slowly, revealing an entirely new room. My brows furrowed in confusion as I looked up at the ornate bedframe, a curtain drawn over the entire bed. I couldn’t see beyond to the rest of the room, the curtain nearly blacking out the surface of the bed.

“Wh-where…?” My voice was hoarse as I tried to sit up. Confusion filled my mind.

“Lay back Celeste, you need rest.” I jolted upright then. The voice sounded like it was outside the curtain.
“Da-Davorin..?”

“Yes darling, I’m here. Now lay back down… I’ve put you through too much, once you’ve rested I’ll retrieve your dinner.” He pushed open on of the curtains as he spoke, sitting down on the bed. He was dressed in a three piece suit, the chain of a pocket watch glinting in the now dim light of some candle elsewhere in the room.

“Ho-how long have I been asleep?… I feel so sore.” He smiled then, setting a hand on my knee over the black velvet.
“Only a day my dear… Though you’ve taken your training well… It’s a lot so soon.” He squeezed my knee slightly, his eyes lingering on my throat before he looked away.

Chris and Jackie: A Love Story P.1 (M/F)

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=== ***Jackie*** ===

I’m waiting there under the lights, with my back against my beater of a Honda. Impatiently, I looked down at my phone, noting how it’s almost 9 PM and that son-of-a-bitch hasn’t shown his face!

“Hey!” came that familiar voice, a little deep but undoubtedly that of a teenager. Chris came jogging towards me, still wearing his lavender graduation cap and gown. “Thanks for meeting me.”

“What is it, Chris. What did you want to talk about?” I asked impatiently as I tapped my foot on the ground and crossed my arms. “I’ve got a party to go to, you know.”

I lied. I don’t have a party to go to. I’m just going back home and drink some beer. My dad doesn’t care if I drink. He doesn’t care about a lot of things.

“Um, I uh…”

He rambled. He’s not usually this frazzled or anything, so I took my keys and started tossing it up and down my hand. “Look, if you’re just going to waste my time then we don’t have anything to talk about.”

Azaras hookup (milf) (one night stand)

Azara a beautiful women 5’9 in her mid thirties with long brunette hair that reached all the way to her absolutely thick ass that would make any man or lesbian want to spank it as hard as they could; and thighs that could crush any guy that had the un-fortunate or fortunate experience of being between them; wore an outfit that paired up perfectly to with her body. A red skirt that revealed some; but , still left some to be desired to see. A black as midnight  crop top that had a pattern that looked like it was the carpet of an 80s arcade, a black lace choker, and white tennis shoes that had pink laces.  

Finally home (F/M)

You’ve been gone with the boys since before dawn. I spent the day at home, enjoying the quiet – relaxing, waiting, but still missing you. When you get home, you tell me about your day and I tell you about mine. We sit down to eat dinner and then you help me clean up the kitchen. You quietly disappear down the hallway and I hear the bathroom door close.

You get in the shower, ready to relax for the night. I let you enjoy the hot water alone for a little while. I sneak in the bathroom and just watch you – the water running over your body, down your back, your eyes closed and letting go of all the stress from the week. You still don’t know I’m in here as I quietly strip off my clothes and open the door to join you. Your eyes open and you smile…gosh I love your smile babe.

Will and June spend the night [mf] (fiction, gentle femdom, breast worship, adult nursing, blowjob, sleeping)

Will crawled into bed next to June. She was looking at something on her phone, her head propped up with a pillow against the headboard. She glanced over at him with a slight smile.

“Howdy.”

He smiled back warmly and pulled the covers up to his neck. She gestured at her phone with a grin.

“Looks like your video is doing well.”

He blushed slightly.

She swiped with her thumb to scroll through the comments, reading in a playful tone.

“*He’s so cute o-m-g.*”

He glanced away and sighed a little.

“Is that one from a guy or a girl?”

“Hmm…”

She tapped the screen.

“Looks to be a girl, mister.”

He didn’t know what to say.

She turned to him.

“Does it feel weird to know guys are watching you do *this*?”

He shrugged.

“I try not to think about it, I guess.”

She giggled and looked back at the screen, swiping her finger. She put on an exaggerated male voice.

“*Suffocate me, mommy… sorry mommy…*”

“Pfft.”

She grinned at him.

“I didn’t know you were into the *mommy* thing…”