F4M NSFW chatting examples – I hope you like them! 💜 [cunnilingus] [blowjob] [clothed sex]

These are some old examples I wrote a while ago, and am hoping for some feedback / constructive criticism!

I write like this when NSFW chatting, and tend to write with the style of a long paragraph over interactive sentences, hence the length:

**1**

“Fuck.. I’d love to be slurping on that thick cock, spit dribbling down my mouth, and onto my plush titties.. my perky nipples pushing into the material, cleavage pushed up with my arms, and spilling out of my spaghetti-strap vest for you.. I hope you like it, and it makes you even harder for me..

I’d love lick all the way up your member, starting from the base right to the tip, giving little kitten-licks, and pouting my lips.. pushing them onto your head, licking up any precum and saliva.. mixing it and spitting it back out, letting it drip out in one long line right onto your pulsating cock. Would you like that?

[F] Sluty Bucket List Update 2 (last weekend)

So on Saturday last weekend I went out clubbing for the first time lol. I ended up making out with a couple of guys and I even went home with one, I wasn’t that drunk so I was too nervous to have sex so I just went down on him a load so he wouldn’t be disappointed, he ended up grabbing me by the pony tail and forced me to deepthroat him until he came down my throat. The hottest thing I’d done up until that point for sure 😜.

Sunday is where things really got interesting, some of you might have seen I did a post asking for things to do and I got a little more adventurous…

I wore a top that meant I had to go braless with a skirt and thong, one of the instructions I received meant that later on I had to take that off and leave it in the pub toilets, whilst there I also had to finger my ass lol. When I was back at the table I was told to edge myself and carry on getting drunk, I probably accidentally flashed a load of guys because 4 of them asked for my number which I gave them.

I think my coworker may have impregnated me [FM]

I went to a small, socially distanced conference with my research colleagues a few months ago shortly before becoming pregnant with my first child (due mid-March đŸ„°). I’m 27 years old, and I had been talking with my husband about starting our family for a while. Five days into the eight day conference nothing had happened out of the ordinary, until I started feeling exceptionally horny one night after dinner.

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I meandered along the hallway back to my hotel room with my coworker, Shawn, after a late dinner. His room was just down the hall from mine.

“Ohh man, that was a lot of fun.” Shawn said, walking beside me.

“Yeah it was, it’s always so fun to see Dr. Burke with a drink in his hand. And you too.” I said smiling, feeling buzzed from the margaritas.

“Me? Am I some stiff all the time when we’re in the lab?”

“Stiff? Nooo. Focused, more like it. It’s just nice to see you let loose and give your mind a break. I enjoy it.” I flashed a smiled at him, as we approached the door to my room.

Harry Potter, the Wizard King – Ch 12 – Harry+Ginny+Hermione (MFF, Threesome, Big Dick, Licking, Dom/Sub, Tit-Sucking, Doble Blowjob, Begging, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Girls helping Girls)

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“Harry
 Ginny
 I owe you both so much. Uuwwaah
 Mrmmm
” Hermione let out a tiny moan as her hands stroked Harry’s pelvic bones and then rubbed along his legs while she kissed near his cock. After filling up her throat with his sperm, she was eager to help her friend get back to full strength. The three naked bodies rested on Ginny and Harry’s bed now, helping to remind Hermione that she needed to behave, no matter how horny she’d become.

‘Ginny deserves his cock inside of her. She’s his wife. She’s the lucky one
’ Hermione thought while she continued lavishing her attention upon her lover’s body.

Ginny, meanwhile, slid her naked body up and down on Harry’s chest. Occasionally, she reached back and rubbed and stroked her hand all over his cock, but the freckled redhead’s main focus was rubbing her nice plump breasts on Harry’s face.

[F23] A quickie in traffic [FM]

On our way to a football game earlier today I thought it was be a good opportunity to start teasing my bf a bit. You know, the typical play with his cock through his shorts, kiss/bite his ear/neck and a bit of road head. Lol.

After a good 20-25 minutes of teasing, which has now been going both ways (him fingering me while sucking on him/talking dirty to me/squeezing my chest), I got the idea to just straddle him right then and there.

Obviously, this wasn’t the easiest thing to do but WOW what a great quickie we had. It was about 3-5 minutes of straight grinding/bouncing and thrusting. By the time he was about to cum it wasn’t really possible to get off of him so, he got to cum deep inside me. We probably moved all of about a quarter mile during our quickie. Lol.

Walking into and around the stadium I could literally still feel his cum still inside of me. Don’t worry while he didn’t get a Round 2 on the way home he did get cum in my mouth. 😉

The Slow Blow

Every once in a while in life, an opportunity to change someone’s life comes along that you know you have to take, consequences be damned. This story is one of those times.

I went to a college that was undergraduate only. However, occasional classes – especially first year classes – still needed TAs, so they pulled from the ranks of upperclassmen that had done particularly well. My TA, as it turned out, was particularly cute.

His name was Sam. Being a music class, it made sense they grabbed one of the best pianists at the college to TA once a week. He was razor-sharp smart and immensely passionate in addition to tall and thin. He had the kind of drive and humor that made you want to learn, and was sensitive enough to always seem to know which students were struggling and just how to help. It didn’t hurt he always wore nice button-downs with the sleeves rolled up and slacks that fit just right. That, and he had a smile that just made my chest flutter. I had a massive crush, but he had a girlfriend. So, my fingers would have to make do while I imagined his hands on my body.

Trust in the darkness part 2. M/F

“Fuck how long have I sat here in darkness?” You thought to yourself?

It seems darker.

You know it can’t be because the basement is completely subterranean, no windows at all, no change between night or day, winter or summer.

Fully realizing that we take for granted of the light.  Even without knowing it we use the subtle changes in light to denote the time of day, the passing of minutes, without it we’re stuck, alone in the darkness.

Like floating in space, it’s a fathomless, infinite feeling, like your mind’s leaving your body and rising above you.

Your head slumped forwards on your chest, you can feel the thud of your heartbeat, the hardness of the chair that your sitting on, the numbness in the hands, the elbows, and the shoulders.

How long?

You don’t know, but somewhere along the line the panic receded, fell away, the darkness stopped being scary and instead felt almost womblike, it enveloped you, wrapped up in crow wings of ebony until the was serene in  silence and solitude.

“Times up.” I say walking down the stairs. 

“I’m quite proud that you held your composure and stuck this through baby.”

Juicy Waffles – woman eats waffles cover in cum

Knock knock.

I unlocked and opened the door to my storefront, “Juicy Waffles,” only enough for one eye to see out. A young, petite lady in a blue dress stood on the porch in front of me.

“Yes?” I asked, peering through the small space. I didn’t let just any potential customer into my store. I had to deem them worthy of my tasty treats before they could even take a glance inside.

“I’d like a waffle,” the girl said. She released the grip of her fist, revealing a five-dollar bill.

“And, why do you think you deserve a waffle?” I inquired.

“I can handle the gush,” she claimed.

I smirked, and opened the door enough for the girl to enter. I directed her to the only chair in the store, which sat under a dim ceiling light in the middle of the otherwise empty room.

“Sit. The show will begin shortly,” I affirmed. I pushed a short table out in front of the girl, and exited into the backroom.

The girl was alone for two minutes before three nude men with fully erect penises entered the room, each one carrying a fluffy golden waffle fresh out of the oven. They placed them on the table.

“Fancy a quick dirty fuck outside behind the bins?” (29f) [FM]

There are a great many and varied approaches to the art of seduction; subtle and flirty, playing hard to get, invitingly sensual, confident romanticism, the casual long game, openly inviting, to name but a few. Each has their own relative pros and cons and each, if deployed appropriately, can be extremely effective in their own way.

Each also comes with something of an unwritten set of expectations. The approach very much tends to set the tone of whatever may ensue. If someone has spent the time romantically wooing you, chances are the resultant sex will be – at least initially – of the more sensual and ‘romantic’ variety. Equally if you’ve been playing a tug of war game of playing hard to get / will-they-won’t-they, the sex is more likely to be an explosion of barely contained energy as the hitherto unstoppable force finally collides with immoveable object.

But sometimes expectations can entirely subverted. And sometimes there’s a lot to be said to skipping the seduction entirely and jumping straight to the point…

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