How I ended up becoming a unicorn [FF] [FFM]

Two years ago I would have never imagined I would be where I am now, but I’m happy and I wanted to share it so … here it goes.

The pandemic basically ended my marriage. We were fine before. We didn’t fight. But the passion was long gone, and the close proximity all the time made us both realize it was time to move on with our lives. It was clean, it was amicable and I got my own place.

So after learning how to be single and alone, the world starts opening up. I decide I’m ready to date, which is super scary. So I download the apps, and learn what an endless parade of dick pics looks like. Not great! Met a few guys for dates, but no one that was worth my time.

I had always been bi-curious, and one night I decided to open up to women too. Eventually I met this striking redhead about my age (I’m 42) and we just vibed. It was awesome. Then she told me she was married. Uh, ok. But her and her husband are in the lifestyle. I had no idea what that meant, she explained and I cautiously agreed to a drink with her. Again, I was vibing with her.

Being a receptionist has been lucrative for my stripping job [FM]

School wasn’t really my thing. After I graduated high school, I moved and went to college. But I only lasted a year before dropping out. Instead of moving back home, I just stayed and picked up some random jobs to pay for rent and live. You know waitressing, bartending, that sort of stuff. Eventually I went to a strip club, and became a stripper (family did not approve), but the money was so much better. I guess you can say that I’m pretty, and I’ve never been shy about my looks. So I guess it works out.

Where I lived and worked is kind of a smaller town. It’s not a mega city, and it’s not rural. Just like a normal town. So it’s not uncommon to run into someone you know, when you’re running errands or whatever. So when I’m dancing at the strip club, I would often see some regulars, or people I’ve run into around town. Over time, you get friendly with them, you know you have to talk about something when you’re half naked and grinding on a guy’s lap. The girls in the club could get away with anything, so I’ll admit that I’ve provided some ‘extras’ to the guy patrons, in the back rooms.

Losing It – Part 5 [FF][Dickgirl/Futanari][Oral][Teasing]

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## Chapter 5⸻Feelings

My heart went into cardio mode as Millie crawled between my thighs, pounding against my rib cage in a rush to supply my rouging cheeks and stiffening cock. With each passing second, my legs went higher and my back went lower. Soon enough, I was flat on the mattress with my ankles against the headboard.

I started… giggling again. I don’t know why. I tried to stop, but it just made it worse. Her half-dry mop of turquoise hair blocked the light from overhead as she crouched over me, and the butterflies in my stomach began to swarm. She crawled forward another half step, and let my legs fall onto her shoulders, which kept me balled up and freed her hands.

She used one of them to do that… thing… again. Where she dropped her dick onto my mons. It rang through my bones like a church bell. Her half-flaccid beast flopped over my comparatively dwarfed cock, which disappeared beneath the smothering mass. The display proved somewhat magnetic to my gaze, and I found myself staring like my eyes were glued in place.

A return to being a hotwife [FM]

Okay.. to start off, I should say that I have been a hotwife before, but it was mostly with a steady FWB that hubby shared me with regularly.

Unfortunately, he found his own girlfriend and respectively told me that we couldn’t play anymore, which I completely understand.

Anyways, my husband took our daughter out of town for 2 days to go visit family. I had to work one of those days, so I had to stay home.

Hubby and I had our fun before he left, but it just made me want more. I tried to convince him to stay, but with no luck. He jokingly told me to just use my toys til he got back.

Fast forward a day and my 12 hour shift became four hours with it being really slow. So I was home by Noon on a Saturday by myself.

(I promise there is good smut, I’m just rushing the backstory to get to the good stuff!)

After some solo play, I texted hubby asking him to come home and help out. Of course there was some teasing that didn’t help things out until I said “if he isn’t going to help, I’ll find someone who will!”

No good deed goes unpunished. M/FF

The parking lot isn’t that full so I  pull into a spot and start walking towards the store. 

“Excuse me? Sir.” 

I look over to see the longest pair of legs I’ve ever seen. My lustful eyes travel up the strong calf muscles to her thighs. Her skirts very short letting my gaze travel very far up those amazing legs. So tan and tight, I  blink quickly before i stare too long. But God damn, I  can’t help it.. My eyes move up to her breasts. God they’re the perfect size. They’d be a nice handful in my hands. I could imagine my strong fingers squeezing them as her nipple puckers against my palm.

“Um. Sir?”

My eyes jump up to her face and I’m taken back. She’s beautiful. Nice strong features, but also soft in a way. Her eyes a deep dark brown. You wonder what they’d look like staring up at you as you thrust into her. You shake your head.

“Uh-Hi.” I mumble to her.

She smiles as I move closer to her.

[45M/23F] Alpha Gene and me

As a Latina, nothing gets me hotter than a truly confident man. I’m not talking about some bullshit poseur, talking loud and fronting, but someone who doesn’t even need to say a single word yet all the other men tread lightly around them, knowing their place. In my culture, we call this “machismo” and it’s the ultimate aphrodisiac. I believe in the duality of a person in the sense that I’m not looking to wind the clock back 2 generations and make my entire life about folding laundry, but still… I just get so hot for genuine tough guys. The instant I met “Gene” (name changed for anonymity) I could tell he was the real deal. At first, I thought he was in the military, based on his insane physique despite being in his mid 40s, his “high and tight” haircut, and his ultra-masculinity, but it turns out he’s just VP of Sales at some company. The sex with this man is beyond Rockstar. He knows exactly what to do… foreplay lasts until he makes me orgasm… his dick is curved perfection and it just… he beats my pussy up in ways that make me scream unattractive noises. I can always feel it the day after… that delicious dull ache—I am too tight. I know many girls say that but I truly am.

A long shot cut short [FM]

I was standing near a stall and looking at this gorgeous boy with a bottle of beer near a hammock at the beach. I was really self conscious with my first time out in an attire closest to a bikini. Really there was no hope for me, way up my league with all that confidence, even with best of my chance I’d probably embarrass myself. Try Hard was not what I wanted to look to him and made peace with being a loser. But the giving up did some wonder, I actually freed up and buckled up for a different route. Rest ensued a few talks, a few purchases and I soon realize the boy was somewhere really close. My body was filled with tingles, goosebumps and a flutter in my belly. Really enjoying that feeling, a rush of very airy feelings.

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.

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. M/F

“You need to trust me Kim.” I whispered into your ear as I blindfold you. 

The room is barely lit, the only source of light was a burning candle. The only light inside the void, even with your eyes wide open, you began staring so hard that you can feel your pupils dilated fully, making your ears ring, all you can see is the darkness.

The high backed wooden chair that I tied you to is the only solid thing the senses can grab hold of, the harshness of the rope that binds your soft hands tightly behind your back and both feet bound to the chair legs. Another around the waist that stops you from moving your hips more than slightly forwards.

“Kim.” I whispered as I reached out and gingerly touch your shoulder. You jump slightly, you didn’t realise I was still there.

So close,  but yet so quiet.

My breath by your ear, tickling you as I whisper, “If you follow the rules you’ll have fun…. But….” I  pause and wrap my large hand around your neck, squeezing gently. “….. But you won’t displease me, will you?”

You know its not a question…but a command.