[MF] My First Encounter with Orally Obsessed Anna

Later I would seek out girls with an oral obsession, but Anna found me.

Before her I figured most girls sucked dick for the guy’s benefits, I mean I figured most didn’t hate it, or I hoped that was true, but I never imagined it’d drive any girl to get off.

Then I met Anna.

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Anna was a sweet Christian girl.

I wasn’t religious in the slightest but my buddy was, one time he wanted to swing by the chapel at the university for some reason and I just tagged along. Probably one of the most random actions of my life, but it was a great happenstance.

We went in for whatever reason, there was Anna amongst all the other people, a sexy little Asian girl, nicely dressed, well spoken with the cutest little eyes and prettiest face and long black straight hair. She was really cute, she’s what I remembered. But I didn’t know her name then.

I ran into her a few days later at a coffee shop on campus. She approached me, wasn’t I “Todd’s friend?” Hadn’t we, “talked at the Church?”

[MF] An Autumn Eve of Wintery Fire (Part 1)

*Preface: *As a big fan of erotic literature, I wanted to finally put something together to post online. I tend to be a bit more on the cheesy romantic side of things and hope I didn’t go too overboard with it here. I tend to get a bit detail oriented and thus have tried my absolute best to ensure there are no spelling, grammatical, or punctuation mistakes, however I would love to hear feedback of all sorts including any corrections or changes you think should be made. I found it much easier to use myself as the main protagonist and as such included a short bio at the beginning for readers to better follow along. If that is difficult for you or throws you off in any way, then by all means, please disregard the first paragraph. Anyways, without further ado, here’s my story:**

***An Autumn Eve of Wintery Fire***

Bred on the Farm pt.2 [M/F] [hucow] [breeding] [lactation]

Daisy walked down the dark street, her arms crossed over her belly. Even though she was only a few months along, the young woman thought she could already feel the stirring of life under her skin. She hated the changes that her body was going through, always aching and growing in new directions. The cool night felt refreshing on her flushed skin, away from the suffocating small apartment she shared with her boyfriend.

Daisy’s fingers strayed over the bruise on her upper arm. Ryan didn’t ever mean it, but he was often prone to fits of anger, and God help anyone or anything that got in his way.

It was nicer to be out here, with the faint flicker of stars above and the quiet back road that stretched on for miles. Daisy wasn’t even sure how long she had been walking, she just knew that it was nice to put one foot in front of the other.

She turned sharply, her fair hair catching the light as the beams of a car appeared behind her. Heart thudding, she faced ahead and kept walking, her hands tightening at her side.

You underestimated me, didn’t you? (part 1) – [F/M] [POV] [manic pixie dream girl] [bondage] [enthusiastic consent] [oral] [edging]

Even when we talk about our kinks, they never expect it. They never expect me. They see me and they think I’m so cute and small… I can’t possibly be capable of dominating them. 5’2 on a good day, I come up to their shoulders… at best. Cute, small, curvy, girly. Curly honey-blonde hair and big blue eyes.

It’s like they thought they could take advantage of me. Good fucking luck.

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I dress up for the date. *How to look the least intimidating? Not like I was that intimidating to start…* Short skirt, flats, oversized sweater. I look fucking adorable.

You want to protect me, take care of me… fuck me? Probably. Who wouldn’t want the juxtaposition of my tiny frame on my knees, your cock stretching my mouth. Any cock would look massive in contrast with how small I am, but yours especially. I can tell you’re thinking that as I talk. Does it even matter what I’m saying? Not to you…

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I walk up the stairs in front of you as I lead you to my apartment. When I asked you home, your eyes got huge. It was precious. You nodded, *yes please*. What did you think would happen, cutie? Me on all fours, your huge cock splitting me in two? *Hmm…*

What Mom Can’t Remember (M/F, incest, drugs)

When I was 17 I got drunk at a party and came home and told my mother that I was in love with her and wanted to make babies with her. She very considerately explained that she knew and that she was my father’s wife. She told me I would grow out it soon enough, but till I did to be sure and return her panties to the wash when I was done. She didn’t tell my dad about it or the fact I came home shit faced. She is a great Mom. It was about 2 years later they had come home from a Christmas party rather early and mom was going on about how everybody at the party wanted to fuck her. She looked drunk and out of it but it was early for her to be this drunk. She looks at me and says “see Bill even he wants to fuck me” I must have looked horrified because dad said “don’t worry about her she got some new medicine today and shouldn’t have drank with it.” I had never seen her that way before or since. I do know that the women I knew as mom was gone that night and dad made no attempt to keep Mrs. Everybody Wants To Fuck Me quiet. For the first time I heard my mom cussing like a whore begging to be fucked harder. I went to bed that night and jacked off 3 times listening to dad pound her. I later found out she had been prescribed Xanax.

Her voyeur story [FF]M watching got me to finally get my own [MF] F watching

PART 1

I was in a kind of fwb/casual dating relationship with this girl, Angela, several years ago. We had the type of relationship where we often talked about our sexual pasts. One night, she brought up the topic of wildest sexual experience. Realizing my wildest story was with her and wanting to hear how wild she was without me in her story – I quickly brought up a different one that didn’t include her. She said thought my story was “fucking hot”, and I quickly reminded her it was her turn.

“Mmmm…Ok. I hope this isn’t too much… I’ve told Coley (her bestie) and no one else. Worry someone would think i’m a prostitute or something”

My mind wandered to what she was going to tell me, and my heart raced in anticipation. I had no idea where this was going.

Threesome on a cruise

I was on a cruise with my 22 year old girlfriend. She is a tall, smoking hot blonde. We’re at the pool & these 2 couples come sit by us. they are both in their 30s and the women are sexy blondes with huge tits.

We talked with them for an hour or so and get to know them. Later that night while I’m at the casino I run in to the two wives.

My girlfriend is already asleep and their husbands are gambling. We grab a few drinks and they are heavily flirting with me. I let them know that if they keep this up I’m not going to be able to walk out of the casino because I have such a big hard-on and one of them reaches and grabs it over my pants.

I happen to have a huge cock so she was pretty excited and told her friend. They wanted to take me to the room and jump my bones but I was worried their husbands would walk in. They tell me that they are swingers and their husbands like to watch.

Show her a little swing.

I can hear the music playing through the door. I knew you were in a good mood before I walked in. I mean who wouldn’t be in a good mood listening to the Rolling Stones “Honkey Tonk Women”?

I walk in and see that perfect ass of yours bent over picking something up off the floor. Your ass cheeks hanging out of what can barley be called shorts. Outlining your pussy lips and showcasing my new motivation.

Immediately my groin warms up as my cock begins to grow against my inner thigh. You hear me walk in and rather than stand up to greet me you see that I’m in awe and your head barley peers out from the side with a big smile. You shake your ass a bit more for me and I can tell you are very playful right now.

All I can mutter is a deep throaty “wow”!

Still bent over I walk up behind you and begin to grind. You abruptly stand up, turn around and grab my jaw firmly with your hand. It shakes me and my eyes widen. You tell me how I’m not going to start that without kissing you first. Then your lips dart for mine and your arms wrap around my neck as you pull your body in close.

That time I [28F] ran into and ended up fucking my mom’s best friend [52F] at a swingers club 100+ miles from our home town. [FF]

Backstory / Context: This happened 2 years ago, so I was actually 26 just before my husband and I moved across the country from the west coast to the east coast. My husband (Alex) and I are quite active in the so-called “Lifestyle,” and have been since we met during our 3rd year of college at USC in California (not the USC in South Carolina.)

Alex works in the global shipping industry as a software engineer and travels all over the world consulting for various major container shipping companies, and this leaves me home alone for a couple of weeks every other month or so. Being in the lifestyle, and having an open relationship/marriage from the beginning, I often frequent a few different swinger clubs within driving distance of our home when he is away. This is the story of one of those visits.

Alex had been away on a work trip for 3 weeks, and I was in the middle of a drought sexually as my normal FWB and his wife were off on vacation, Tinder was unsuccessful, and the two people I had tried hooking up with on a popular lifestyle website both flaked at the last minute. I was going crazy, and just laying in bed all day watching porn, reading erotica, and draining the batteries in all of my favorite toys.

A Price to be Paid [D/s] [spanking] [no sex]

Edited because I forgot numbers. Three- you’re so magical and I’m so sorry I forgot you. Please don’t spank me. I don’t think I can take any more.

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Your eyes are cold and dark, seeing right through me. I open my mouth speak but your eyebrow raises. One tiny gesture, hardly any effort behind it, freezes me in my spot. How do you have this power over me when we’ve not even touched in over a month? I take a deep breath and slowly exhale, steadying myself for what’s to come, a backlog of infractions for which I must be punished. I mistakingly thought you’d forgive them; I mean, it’s not the first time lack of, errr, contact has been the root of my misbehavior.

I am standing by the bed, my feet aching in the heels you commanded me to wear, and nothing else. I expect you to kiss me but from the look on your face, my misbehavior gets top billing. You stand behind me, over me, in spite of my shoes. I feel your breath on my neck when you finally touch me, placing my hands on the edge of the bed, bending slightly at the waist. I turn to look back at you but you snap and point, making it clear I wasn’t to look at you.