Tag: Swingers

Babysitter’s discovery part 9

It was 7:15 PM Friday night, and Emma was almost trembling as she rang Anna’s doorbell. They had seen each other earlier in the day, to visit the salon to make sure that they had matching Brazilians, all nice and waxed smooth. Knowing what was going to happen this evening, the feel of her smooth, sensitive entrance again exposed, had kept Emma in a constant state of arousal all day. Anna opened the door, smiled, invited Emma inside, and they came together in a heated clinch, kissing wildly, tongue filled swirls of passion.

Anna said, “Are you sure he won’t want to peek in on the baby?”

Emma giggled, “No way, Rick and babies don’t mix! When he sees my tattoo, and my freshly waxed pussy, that should keep him far too interested, to want to see sweet Monica.”

“Speaking of which, we still have 45 minutes, like to fill up that time?”

Anna smiled and said, “I do indeed, let me show you what I bought, with you in mind.” Read more »

Dreams Come True

My first erotica ever, partially based on a true story. Enjoy and please provide feedback. Part 2 coming if there’s interest….

I woke up with a bloody lip. It was the early AM hours on day 36 of quarantine and I awoke from a vivid dream with my bedsheets thrown aside, sweat on my brow, rock hard nipples, a wet pussy and my bottom lip bleeding from biting down on it.

I immediately did that thing everyone does where you attempt to doze back off into your dream, but to no avail. It was gone. I was up and a horny mess, with an unbuttoned silk top exposing my average sized breasts and my green g-string soaked at my crotch and swallowed up by my ass. Stuck in quarantine isolation for the start of a 6th week. But it was engrained in my mind… That big black cock that ravaged me in my dream and left me in this stupor. I bit my lip to the point of blood I was enjoying that dream so much! Of course I couldn’t just let it go…. Read more »

Repost WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 2 Dorm Appointment Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

Now’a that’s going to be twenty sex sextons or’a blow job the’a choose is yours” the cab driver adjusted his rear view mirror expecting to see his passengers rear view. “Its’a been a pleasure to do business with ya” giving Clarissa the get the fuck out’a my cab look. “Cheep fuckin’ broad doesn’t even where the right style of clothing” not really caring if she heard him.
Taking in a deep breath to the college atmosphere, “I am hear.. now what” eyeing a gaggle of students that was gathered around a stage. “When in Lingerie as the saying goes” Clarissa started to wonder towards the stage in a nonchalantly type of way. Staring at all the naked butts bouncing right in front of her, she wanted to gasp butt upon closer inspection it seemed everybody was wearing the same style of clothing. “That is everyone butt me..” her hands moved over her crotch and ass of her skirt. With all this staring Clarissa didn’t notice more students gathering behind her till she felt a long hard fleshy feeling rubbing against her hand, she was ashamed to admit it butt her panties where soaked from all the cum that just appeared. Shocked at her inadvertent grip on the hard membrane, even more shocked by the way she kept stroking it as a person took the stage. “Good morning my peeps (pointing to all the students) I suppose you are wondering where your going to bunk tonight (turning towards Clarissa so she could get a full Monty of his cock) am I right cuz there is only so much that this body could do in one night. So for those of you who don’t have a appointment with all this, there is a list assigning you to a dorm. Let’s be real peeps their is a guys fraternity for all you bad asses and Oh yea their is the coed for those of you who like to share.. and I think there is one for women’s sorority butt I’m not sure about that..” as the senior class president prattled on. “Ohh fuckkk yeaaa” was blurted behind Clarissa when the male dumped his load all over the back of Clarissa’s skirt. Leaving her hand a stick mess and even worse her skirt must be burned to hide her shame of jacking off some dude who she never new.
“Let me see..” running down the list of names till she found hers. “Clarissa, pie beta pie house.. great now just to find that house? Oh wait let me see..” doing a quick scan till a slender arm pointed to the same house. “Yes, I am half way there” before snagging back her slender arm. “The Hunt is on” Clarissa said with conviction. Spinning around before loosing sight of that slender armed girl.
“That is the symbol for pie beta pie?” Once again staring at the cap stone of one woman eating out the other. “This is going to be interesting” Clarissa sighed, still not willing to acknowledge that her panties we’re soaked once again by this blatant display. Checking her palm for directions, “Number Sexy nine (letting one teensy little orgasm slip by) Mmm, this could (letting the door swing open) one short trip..” “Hello there are you my roommate” the question was asked before Clarissa could even see who was asking. Fumbling with her baggage until everything had landed on the floor. “Yes.. yes I.. am” Clarissa finally answered staring at the naked body of her roommate. From the full length red hair to her pale skin, the triple D’s to her shaven pubes she was stretching in the dirty dog position. Clarissa could not help to hike her mid length skirt up as her panties fell to the ground. “Mmm.. I’m so fucking wet just by looking at her..” Clarissa was sucking on her finger while her other hand dove down into the raging pink sea of cum. Her finger dragged over her clit as it trailed down into the deeper depths of her wet pussy. Hooking her finger tip, “Umm.. Oh yes.. yesss (slouching against the closet door, she gave into her finger) Oh Ohh Ohhh yesss (trickled out of her mouth, butt the orgasms kept cuming) Ooo Ooo fuckkk Ooooh.. yes (her mind was screaming to feel the sent of a woman) Ooooh yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa’s hips bucked as her feet slid out from under her. “Hi there little miss innocent, Ah I just was curious is there anything (fingering Clarissa wet snatch) else I should be concerned with” jerking her twin digits inside Clarissa, making the wall of her pussy cum alive with more orgasmic needs. “Yesss.. … OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk (the growling, the barking all mumbled up inside Clarissa) OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss fuckkk yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” as the last of Clarissa’s energy was gobbled up by the need too cum.

[MF] Mixing Business with Pleasure, or “How I Learned to Love London”

A couple years ago my job title shifted ever so slightly, but enough that suddenly I was on the road constantly. In the last 18 months alone, I’d been to more new countries than I had in the last couple decades of my life combined. Early on in this whole process, a trip to London solidified it as my favorite city to end up in. I was scheduled to go back this week, but with everything going on in the world right now, I’m locked up in my apartment reminiscing on here instead.

It’s easy to feel like a ghost when you travel a lot for work, especially if you’re single. It’s hard to shake the feeling you could just fall off the face of the earth and no one would be any the wiser for a month or two. I’ll normally fish for company on social media when I’m in new cities. Cast a line via a simple post asking if anyone I’ve ever known settled down there. Maria bit. Read more »

Runner’s High (mf) (nc) (stalking)

My sub and I made this. My contribution is in bold, hers is italics. Let us know what you think! We hope you enjoy!

**I’d seen her running before. Despite quarantine, there were usually a few runners outside my house throughout the day. She was the only one I waited for. The first thing about her that caught my eye was that cute little butt in spandex that would once have been far too short for public. Her long auburn hair was always tied back to keep it out of her face. The tank tops that came in various colours hugged her slender body and made watching her run toward my house almost as enjoyable as watching her run away. Fuck I’d love to watch her run away for a little longer.**

**As the months went deeper into the summer, and the temperature increased, her runs began to go later and later. Eventually the sun was already down by the time she passed my house on her way back home. It hadn’t taken long to figure out that she ran through the park after that. I assumed she lived on the other side of it.** Read more »

Weight Shifters [MFFF] [ORGY] [WP]

From Writing Prompt: Girls were thrilled with the supplement that promised to “control” the freshman 15, even if all it did was change where the weight *went*…

Hey, my name is John. Everyone calls me Jack, has since midway through highschool. Not sure why, since it doesn’t shorten my name, or make anything easier for anyone. I go to a division one school you’ve certainly heard of, on a full football scholarship, wide receiver. Means I run fast and try to catch the ball. I do it well, had a full ride from my choice of schools. I’m lucky, and not just because I can go to an expensive school for my ability to catch a ball, but also because of my beautiful girlfriend, Cady. Her actual name is Candice, her nickname actually shortens it. Makes sense.

She’s smart, got in on an academic scholarship, 36/36 on the ACT, I don’t even know what on the SAT, but really good. I could listen to her talk for hours, but my training keeps us apart more often than either of us would like. I have no illusion of playing in the NFL, probably used car salesman position in my future, but she’s going to be a doctor, or great innovator like the Tesla guy. She’ll change the world, even if I have to work so hard I sweat blood to support us both long enough for her to complete her education. I know she’d do the same for me. Read more »

The best night of my youth [Group] [MFFF]

This particular story happened about 19 years ago, so the details are a little vague. I’ll do my best to recreate what happened. Feel free to skip to the good part below.

**Background**- When I was in 7th grade (not when the story takes place), my family moved from the east coast to the mid-west for work. It was only for a year, but I made some friends while I was out there. We ended up moving back to my home town the following year.

When I turned 18 and was about to finish high school, my father had a business trip out to the mid-west, near where we lived for that year. He asked if I wanted to join him since it would give me a chance to reconnect with my old friends. I jumped at the opportunity and started to plan my trip.

This story took place in the late 90’s when AOL was still a big deal. I, like many other teenagers, took to chat rooms to kill time and try to find some slutty girls to talk to. (A/S/L anyone?) I had found a local chatroom near the mid-west town I was visiting and started chatting with this girl Lora. Read more »

Wine Pairing [F/F]

“Well then-” Professor Richardson stands up from the loveseat, “I think it time for me to be heading off to bed.”

He closes the distance between the loveseat and the couch where Amal and I still sat. Leaning down he tenderly kisses Amal’s cheek, her dark almond eyes glimmering at me while he does.

“Goodnight, my Love.” Amal silkily coos, turning her focus away from me and staring deep into Professor Richardson’s eyes. They smile sweetly at each other. My cheeks grow warm watching the interaction, feeling like I witnessing a moment that should be private. I giggle awkwardly. They both turn and look at me, smiling coyly. Professor Richardson leans towards me, my heart quickens ever so slightly as he does, his mouth gets intimately close to my neck…

“We’re so glad you could join us.” He whispers into my ear, his breath hot as he speaks. He’s so close I can smell him. He’s somehow managed to smell clean but earthy… a scent that could only be defined as fucking intoxicating. I feel my face grow even warmer as he then kisses my cheek, daringly close to the crook of my lips. He holds the kiss for a second, but that second feels like minutes. I’m surrounded by his scent, enamored by the feeling of his stubble lightly scraping against my cheek. I’m so overwhelmed it takes me a moment to realize he has pulled away, and now looks down on me with a soft smirk. Read more »

The best, and the worst sex of [m]y life

This happened over 10 years ago.

I just got into the university and my friends and I drove a couple of hours down to this house party in a smaller town not too far from where I live.

The house was located at this farm, and the house was so large, it could’ve been a motel or so (if I remember it correctly, there were over 10 bedrooms) and the lounge area (there were multiple lounges) I hung out was possibly as big as the flat I was staying at the time.

My friends have told me, before we got there, that it was a party hosted by a group of farm girls and practically we were the only guys (and his other friends) who will be there while the rest of them will be the girls.

A little note, I was the only short, chubby and awkward Asian guy (sadly, this hasn’t changed much) among all African men, who were, without being objective, quite good looking and fit guys (I don’t have any reservation of commenting on physical attractiveness of men. It is what it is, come on now). Read more »

First submission here: The Estate [1/2] Its a long read but juicy. (MMF)(Cuckold)(FF)(F)(FM)(Cuckquean)(FemDom)

Part One: The Parlor

Chapter One

One evening I opened my husband’s laptop to look up a recipe. I had just entered “Re” when the search bar autopopulated an obscure subreddit for swingers. The url was obvious enough to cause my heart to suddenly drop. Our sex life was as vanilla as it could be. My husband had never hinted at an unfulfilled desire… let alone the suggestion of swinging.

I couldn’t help myself. I clicked through the url and found that this thread was more than just a casual discussion of swinging. Rather, the thread was a sophisticated coordination for an elaborate swingers’ party in a nearby Connecticut suburb known for its affluence. It didn’t take long to find my husband’s comment. His username was anything but creative.

Where my heart had dropped before, it now ached as I read his introduction and his desire to attend stag. I couldn’t bear to read any further and abruptly closed the screen before running off to the sink. Read more »