Losing virginity to sexy latina neighbor.

Before telling this story please bare with me this is my first time writing on here so sorry if there is alot of spelling errors and stuff.

So this past summer was easily the best summer ive ever had. So about me real fast my name is Ross im 18 Currently in my senior year of HS. I am 6’1 196 Pounds. With Light blue eyes dark brown hair. So Back in May Me My parents and our 3 Dogs Moved after being in the same house for 18 years. May 2 Was the exact Day we moved in and it was for sure weird being in a new spot but was also very sick at the same time. Fast forward to my 3rd day at my new house i was home alone just chilling blasting some music. it was a tuesday so my parents were both at work so i could play music hella loud. it was around 1PM and the doorbell rang twice. I stopped my music and went downstairs to answer it.

She was disappointed I didn’t wear my work boots [MF]

Joan and I began bantering immediately after meeting on ‘one of those apps’. Unlike most women whose repeated half sentence answers indicated a desire to either play hard to get or simply a lack of interest, she was easy to talk to and was fully involved from the start. Her first message was long and to the point, I responded in kind, and within a day, we were both interested in meeting.

Within another day, she suggested a phone call, again, being direct and to the point. She wasn’t wasting any energy in determining if I was worth her time. I suggested we meet up that night, as she was on the road and I knew she would be available that night. She agreed, with the warning that her time was a little up in the air. We settled on a place, and the waiting until 6 pm began.

I was at the office, the usual ‘business casual’, but not really right for a first meet, I would have preferred to have upped it just a notch. So in order to set expectations right, I would have hated for her to have gotten dressed up and find me in sneakers, I teased her about the dress code for our first date.

First time sharing my stories!! CAMPOUT [nonconsent] [reluctance] [dubcon] [gangbang] [MMMF]

** this is my first time sharing any of my erotica outside of one-on-one!! I hope you guys enjoy. Slow build but I promise it gets really exciting 🥲💦😉 **

As I rounded the bend and the campsite came into view, my heart sank. There were 2 other tents set up already. I was really hoping to have the place to myself; it was the middle of the week. Plus, it was miserably hot– after a 5-mile hike in, I was soaked in sweat and hoping to strip down and cool off in the stream.
 

I didn’t see anyone outside the tents as I passed by to my site. Off hiking, maybe. It was almost sunset.
 

I found a shady spot, tucked back into the trees a bit, and started setting up. Sweat was dripping into my eyes. “Fuck it.” I pulled my tank top over my head and used it to wipe my forehead.
 

Moments later I heard voices and laughter in the distance. *For fuck’s sake*. I hastily pulled my shirt back on. It sounded like at least 2 or 3 guys. I was still hot, but I wasn’t shameless.

A Splendid Night With The Boss (M/M)

I could never stop myself from getting horny at work. It seemed as though I would start the day normally enough, dead inside and trying to erase the look of dread off my face. But then by the end of the day I would be a literal tiger, wanting to fuck anything and everything in sight before I left the office, and since I was always the last one out of the building it was very seldom someone saw that side of me, and I was able to keep it to myself as I went to the next destination, be it home or the bar, or even somewhere else. I knew that while other people were present, I could control my urges and feelings, or could I?

A new boss started one breezy Spring day. He was around my age and physically fit with the exception of a cute little pooch belly that must have been the victim of drinking parties with “The Squad”. He had legs that were nice and thin, black hair that he would always comb into a nice little flame design in the front, an ass that looked ripe for spanking, and muscular arms. Despite the fact that he looked like he would probably tear down the government as we knew it one day, my bisexual heart fluttered every time I saw him walk by my desk.

[MMF] Second threesome partner was a guy I [M] had first tried giving head to, with Kate and Wade

After the first threesome with Mark, Kate and I met up with him another two or three times (including on our way home from another threesome once!) but the first was certainly the most fun.

The next person I chose was as a result of a lack of good responses from Reddit at the time (though in retrospect I wish we’d been a little less selective.)

As a review, at this point I’m 29, just a bit over six feet tall, with a strong, dad-bod build. I’m tan with black hair, a short beard, and strong hands. My friend with benefits (Kate) is the same age, with a petite build about 5’3” (though she had fantastic c-cup breasts that filled out her frame incredibly well) with long, straight brown hair and pale skin.

We hadn’t been having luck finding a third and it was already late. Prior to having threesomes, I’d used the local R4R sub to try giving another guy head for the first time. I’d met this guy (let’s call him Wade) and had blown him, and though he was younger (23 at the time!) it felt like a safe enough distance in age so that we’d never know the same people.

[F4F] The Cougar’s Kitten [LESBIAN][FINGERING][COUGAR][SEDUCED][CUNNILIGUS]

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Chapter 1

Tom crawled between Rebecca’s legs. His lips kissing down Rebecca’s cleavage and his hands groped at her breasts. The moment seemed to have happened out of nowhere. Waking up beside her husband after years and years being together, touching another was not a usual part of their routine. Tom looked up from her breasts and their eyes met for a brief moment. Rebecca thought at that moment that he was about to kiss her, and she couldn’t believe it. But then her expectations were quickly met when he did not. Instead, Tom pushed on Rebecca’s shoulder turning her onto her stomach so he wouldn’t have to look at his wife.

It took a couple thrusts inside Rebecca’s pussy from behind before it wetted. The moment was unrousing as it could be but, oddly enough, there was something erotic about the surprise of it all. It was like one of the sleezy sex scenes from the erotica Rebecca would sometimes read in the afternoon after too much wine or at night when she didn’t want to risk waking anyone with her toys.

The City – part 1 (FDom/msub)

This city makes me feel small, yet powerful. The skyscrapers loom over my head in ominous silence and yet, with my heels clicking decisively on the sidewalk, I feel like I own all this massive real estate and I make the rules. The dinner was exquisite, mostly due to the attentive and obedient boy with me. His behavior immaculate, his dress impressive, his scent intoxicating, I’m now in quite the dilemma. There is nothing to punish him for, no mishap to correct. Instead I have to come up with a different idea of how to spend the evening. But the sense of power coursing through me leaves me calm and collected. He’s mine to toy with however I please, even if it is pleasure, because he’s given himself to me for this night.
The thoughts of mutual pleasure paint a smile on my face and I look at him to see if his face is reflecting the same satisfaction. He is focused on our surroundings, watching for potential danger and accidents. His concentration momentarily broken by my gaze, he smiles at me, a quick yet genuinely happy expression. I return to my thoughts of pleasure and settle into his arm. He knows where we’re going and he’ll get us there in one piece, of that I have no doubt. Therefore, I have the rest of our walk to make my plans.

[23F] Do you ever feel like risking it all while fucking your best fuckboy ever?

When I’m lying in bed at 3am, wide awake because my circadian rhythm is now permanently fucked from lockdown, my mind often wanders and I meditate on everything from embarrassing moments to things I need to stop procrastinating about… but, eventually, I always end up fantasizing about the AMAZING sex that I had with lovers who are now so far in my rear-view they’re now embalmed in my memory, forever trapped in 2016, or whenever our lovely tryst ended. Yep, my internal monologue usually goes something like, “if you could have any of them just one more time… who would it be?”

(Revised) Naughty Husbands Huge Mistake part 1 and intro (Fiction Femdom) [FM]

Parts 2-5 are together in a post on my blog and it’s fairly long. The link is posted on my profile page.

I married husband hoping I could bring him under my control. We share common interests such as jogging, bicycling, working out and we both love culture and the arts. Husband is gorgeous with an awesome build. He is athletic and super sexy. He was always a spoiled pompous brat with a cocky attitude. I love sex with him I’ve never had sex as hot as I have with husband. He has had tendencies to go against my orders and tends to be a smart ass and a male chauvinist. I have always been into being in charge. So this made things difficult in our relationship.

Confronting My Surreptitious Hatred of Men

“Ms Fontainbleu, my verdict is thirty-six hours of community service. Failure to comply will result in a two-year prison sentence.” There were consequences for my hatred of men.

That was the second time I appeared before a judge for road rage. The chauvinistic pigs, whom society refers to as men, crossed my path again. Two hooligans speeding in a BMW on a suburban road swerved into my lane. When I caught up with them at the traffic light, I got out of the car and pummeled the bonnet. The youngsters got a fright when I dented the passenger door with my karate kicks. I was content with sending a message not to mess with a robust woman.

Avoiding contact with men has been my life purpose. I have been single my entire life and worked at an insurance company covering only women since I graduated from university, and I exercise at a female gym.

On my first day of community service at the nursing home, I had to report to Sandy. “Welcome to Greysville Retirement Centre.”

I kept staring at him without responding, feeling foolish for thinking that it would be a woman. My nightmare didn’t end there.