I [M]essed Around With Best [F]riend’s Ex gf

I’ve really been in a writing mood lately so I’m gonna tell you all this quick confession story.

**Background**: My friend dated this girl, let’s call her Sarabi, for about 8 months before cheating on her and starting an on again-off again dance for a few more months. I was previously friends with her but was cut off as a result of my friend’s cheating, she wanted nothing to do with him or any of his friends.

Flash Forward to May 2020, quarantine is in full effect and out of the blue Sarabi and I reconnect as friends. She’s about 5’6, has amazingly smooth brown skin, a great smile, small boobs and a nice ass. For those who care about me I’m a 6’1 Black dude with dreadlocks and tattoos.

Sarabi and I had hung out a few times in the summer, as we felt like we were the only people taking Covid seriously. We also texted every day and called each other quite frequently so naturally things took a turn and we began having borderline sexual conversations and straight up flirting with each other.

Southern Virgin Switch CNC with Cousin of distant untraced relation

I was horny all along the drive to visit my hot Bama’ cousins. My family drove to visit them during the summer and while our pairs of parents went off to party in town at fried fish dives I stayed at a house of one of my older cousins. I was young and the two of them were close sisters: one of them, Clara, was 4 years my elder and the other, Boston was older than me by 6 years. The elder sister was a total slut and she was always wearing tight cotton undershorts when I would visit. She was almost done with a late puberty, typical in our family, and was still cultivating a full ass and bust on a otherwise thin and athletic, curvy body. 

Nutrition and Love (Part 2) [milk] [ffm] [breasts]

Amy tip toed July to the kitchen.July is puzzled lifted her head in thinking what she meant as she did not want to fight Amy like the last time that meant them being separated for a few years. Just as she was beginning to think, she felt Amy’s strong hands cupping her breasts. July’s legs are now shaking and felt Amy’s breasts touching her back while Amy closed the gap between them hugging her from behind. July opened lips to say something but Amy had already sensed her thoughts and put her right hand finger on her lips gesturing her to stop saying anything. Amy moved her hand back to cup July’s right breast. Amy just stood there with her hands on breast making July ache for her next move. July’s shaking increased and Amy after a second pause, mover her left hand to right breast and the right hand to her left breast bringing their bodies closer. July’s satin push-up bra made Amy’s grip to slip. She reached inside this time, caressed her now erect nipples, squeezed her breasts gently and whispered in July’s ears “your udders are full with cream. I’m going to take all i want and you will let me”. The dairy farm experience taught Amy when the udders need to be emptied. July, now wet, replied “its yours to take. i missed it for a very long time. I’m going to…” Amy put a finger on July’s lips reminding her to be quiet. Amy, while still standing behind July, made her remove the t-shirt and she unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. July’s 34GG udders now fell free giving Amy the full access. Amy motioned July to lean forward and raised her hands straight up so July’s head and hands rested on the microwave while making her breasts hang free and dangle. Amy, the expert hand at dairy farm, reached for olive oil to her right, splashed a few drops in her hand and started massaging July’s breasts round and round, up and down, kneading in between and stopping to pull down her now-hard nipples. July is dripping wet. Amy whispered in July’s ears “you’re ready.on your fours”. July turned around, went to the living room sofa, climbed on it with her right side breast facing outside and stood on all fours. Amy found a wide mouthed pot and came back to the living room, felt July’s udders one more, laid the pot down below her breasts and went to work. Amy tested the flow by pulling the first nipple gently causing July to moan. Amy pulled it hard next causing July to scream a bit. She know the right pressure July wanted them from their old milking days. Amy wrapped 3 fingers and thumb starting on July’s areola and gently slid down the right nipple. Olive oil ensured that there was friction and a drop of milk came out after few tries. Amy was amazed that July was producing after so many years. A drop is the hope that brought the smile to Amy. Amy swiftly started milking both July’s breasts in a rhythm alternatively. 10 squeezes and pulls later, a drop turned in to drip on the right nipple while nothing on the left and about 20 hard squeeze and pulls later, the right breast let go of its stubbornness unable to withstand Amy’s nipple squeezes and gave up a stream that sprayed in all directions. A spray of nutritious milk touched Amy’s lips. The fight between Amy’s hand and July’s right breast ended with Amy being the clear winner.

Bartending: The competition with benefits [MF]

I bartended for 10 years at various bars. Being a bartender, you flirt with everyone that enters the place to make tips. Sometimes things get wild. The story is true. Specific conversations is often artistic license when I can’t remember, but the events happened….

One of my regulars mentioned a new bartender at a bar down the road. He was talking about her being cute. Another guy mentioned she was young. Then another talked about her bubbly personality. I made a comment that she was new and with customers like you guys the bubbling personality would go away soon. I joked that just because I was a guy and not new I didn’t appreciate them talking about another bartender in front of me. Almost felt like they were cheating on me. Everyone laughed and we traded jabs back and forth for a while. The evening turned to night and then crowd died off. I was cleaning up and figured since I hadn’t had a customer in half an hour I’d shut down. I decided to check out my competition and drove on down the road.

The Week of Sex That My Roommate Won From Me in a Bet… Part 2 [FM]

I really hate losing anything. Especially bets.

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(This is the second part of the week and the third part of the overall story. Those can be found in earlier posts.)

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It had been maybe 6 hours since we had arrived at the cabin. I had found some shorts and a tank top to wear. Turns out some of the clothes he brought were mine, just the ones he thought were something that looked good on.

We had dinner before going to sit in the small living room area. There was a TV with no cable, just the selection of movies they had on the shelf next to the small TV.

He picked something and put it on. I was sitting on the single armchair while he went to sit down on the long couch. He patted the area next to him. I made a decision that moment. I could pout all weekend, mad because I lost the bet. Or I could have a fun week with someone that I may not like personally but I really enjoy having sex with. I have had worse offers.

The lonely mistress of the watermill

I was a mercenary, separated far away from my team during our last battle and surrounded by the enemy. I didn’t want to run away like a coward, but I didn’t want to die either. I tried to cross the bridge with my wounds bleeding and wanted to then cut off the rope to get away from my pursuers. Unfortunately, my opponents foresaw my actions and destroyed the bridge just when I was on the middle of it. I fell into the fast-flowing river along with the bits and pieces of the destroyed bridge. I still remembered a rushing waterfall at the end of the river, and then everything went black.

Pushed to Fantasy

*This is a work of fiction. Although there is some truth in as far as actual things I’ve done and dreamed of doing. So I’ve written it in the style as if it had been real events. It’s a slow build but I think it’s worth it*

We were chilling out during the day, things were kind of boring. Clearly Kim thought the same as tried to fill the day by binge watching stuff on Netflix.

I’ll explain a bit more as to why we were so bored. Me and Kim were co-workers at a local shop but it wasn’t very busy. So the place went bust, so to save a bit of cash I said she could move in with me.

Since the shop barely ever had people in it, we had plenty of time to chat and get to know one another. This naturally meant we got into more risqué topics.

I had told her about some naughty/risky things I’d done in the past but also some fantasies of things I wished I could do. Although the risk was always too great to pull off.

Going to work Pantie less, was caught by my Manager. [FM]

I have one of those days in a month, where I walk around pantie-free. It’s a huge turn-on for me, looking at people who don’t have the slightest clue of how I am such a slut. A week back I decided to do the same in my office and to boot it there was an office party in the afternoon. I already had my lubricant ready.

Our office is 30 mins away from my house and, as usual, when I reached my office I was enveloped in work. But just the subtle movements were enough to give me a heightened sense of pleasure.

I backed out of the party giving an upset stomach excuse.

I took a quick look around and started preparing myself. I laid down some tissues on my seat and started watching office porn on my phone. I had connected my earphones just to break away from reality. My table had a semi-partition so it was easier to hide if someone came over.

James Pays A Lesbian Couple For Kinky Sex Part 2 {MFF, Escorts, Anal, Pegging, First Time}

Part 1 [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n85d6w/james_pays_a_lesbian_couple_for_kinky_sex_mff/)

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Chapter 2

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**Girls Celebrate Their Second Anniversary**

It had been nearly a month since Chloe and Amber met James in the bar and took him home for some fun anal sex exploration. The girls talked often about how much fun he was the last time. They hoped he would be coming back for another night soon. It was also another important anniversary that night. The night marked their second anniversary.

Amber had bought a special gift that she hoped they would both get to share for the annual occasion. She waited until after their night out to dinner and a movie before showing Chloe the gift. They returned home late but both were ready for fun. During the moving, they could not keep their hands or lips to themselves.

“Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.” Amber said as they entered the house. She guided the taller blonde to the bedroom by her hand.

[MF] rimming, anal, and cum play with drunk wife

As she laid down on the edge of the bed with her legs in the air and her freshly waxed pussy and ass exposed, I knew this night was going to be different.

We’ve been married for 6 years, but started dating when we were 19. Our sex life through our mid 20s was amazing. It slowed down in recent years, but with the stress of work and kids that’s to be expected.

We’re both in our early 30s and have great careers. Both definitely above average in the looks department. I’m 6’1, 185, and in pretty good shape. My wife is 5’8, 130, perky b cups, and a perfectly round ass.

Since moving to the suburbs, we really haven’t made friends. Everywhere we go, we are on the lookout for couples who look like they’d be cool.

My wife chatted up a few other couples at the bar. It was innocent but kind of sexy. With each conversation, all I could think about was watching my wife going down on the other woman but that’s a story for another time. At dinner, she mentioned it felt like we were trying to date other couples and she kind of loved the chase.