[MF] When I was 23, met a 46f nurse with a mom/son fetish in a motel…

After encountering an older woman online at a swingers site, I convinced myself to take a chance and meet her in one of my early swinger/open marriage type encounters. I flew back into town after a business trip and went straight to a motel in a small town. I waited for her and I was extremely nervous… our conversations had hinted that she had some particular kinks which I wasn’t sure how I felt about… basically she wanted to fantasize that I was her son and she really wanted to eat my ass. Ok!

I was about 200lbs, 6 feet tall, and thickly hung. She was a redhead nurse with large tits and a little too much makeup. She looked better in person as I watched her walk towards to motel from my second story window. I was very young and inexperienced so I was very nervous.

She knocked on the door and I let her in. We exchanged pleasantries and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her chest… they were quite large. She wasn’t a super model but she definitely exuded the “milf/cougar” stereotype and spoke to me in a very caring manner. Even her purse looked like a mom’s purse to me. We really didn’t talk long before things got heated…

The first time I got to see Kayla’s tits [MF]

In honor of titty Tuesday, I wanted to share the first time I got to see my girlfriend Kayla’s amazing tits.

We had been hanging out for a couple of months but nothing had happened yet. I had gotten an offer for a comped room at the Mirage in Vegas and she happened to have a couple of days off from work, so off we went. This was actually our second time in Vegas, and I, being the gentleman that I am, got two beds and didn’t make any assumptions.

We got to the hotel a bit too early to check-in, so we just checked our bags and headed to the pool which she loves. We got pretty touchy feely in the pool. I carried her around a lot in the water, hands around her waist and legs; definitely plenty of pretense for what could happen later on. We stayed at the pool for a few hours and finally got a text that our room was ready. We went up to the room and got settled in. She laid down on the bed closest to the window and I casually joined her. We made small talk for a little bit but eventually I went in for a kiss which turned into a heavy make-out session. All the while I was rubbing my hand up and down her thick thighs and eventually started to rub her pussy over her bathing suit bottoms.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 4

(Lucas)

Eight long hours after a hurried lunch of a Subway BMT, the pile of Simco files seemed taller than when I began. I rubbed my temples and grunted. Steve finally brought me my cup of joe – though two months in and he still doesn’t know I don’t take cream – but it didn’t look promising for my plan to get home before sunset. Dropping my man-pride, I fumbled with my phone to send out an SOS, which didn’t get through the first ring before Chris picked up. ‘I have one minute. What is it?’

We nicknamed Chris “Captain America” because of his ability to lead and inability to stop working. He made sure that every task on the agenda got cleared, even if that meant running Jacob, Jillian, and I into the ground to do so. While Jacob brought amazing publicity for the firm and Jillian made sure everyone was on schedule, Chris was the right Brimstone at the helm.

‘I’m literally drowning here in Simco. Do you have anyone capable I could borrow?’ I moaned into the dead air.

Cock of Valor [M] [F]

I sometimes tell my wife stories in bed. Sometimes she puts out if I inspire her enough. I’ve never tried to write them down. This is my first attempt. A bit tongue in cheek, it’s inspired by my fondness for porn and action movies. Would love to know what y’all think.
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Captain Tom Henderson breathed a sigh as he sat heavily on his bed in the officer’s barracks outside Tel Aviv. The British Special Air Service Regiment had a secret forward base in Israel which allowed rapid deployment to the conflict hotspots in Iraq and Syria. Two days of operations in Syria had taken a toll on him and although his body ached, the adrenalin still coursed through his veins. Once the bloodlust was raised, it was very hard to sate. He could still smell the smoke from high-explosive rounds on his skin and the chatter of small arms fire echoed in his skull.

He reached into his pack and pulled out a satellite phone. Operators in the SAS who were deployed abroad were granted this special privilege. The device was equipped with special encryption technology to protect him and his family from surveillance by the terrorist networks who considered these elite soldiers such a valuable target.

Cock of Valor [M] [F]

I sometimes tell my wife stories in bed. Sometimes she puts out if I inspire her enough. I’ve never tried to write them down. This is my first attempt. A bit tongue in cheek, it’s inspired by my fondness for porn and action movies. Would love to know what y’all think.
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Captain Tom Henderson breathed a sigh as he sat heavily on his bed in the officer’s barracks outside Tel Aviv. The British Special Air Service Regiment had a secret forward base in Israel which allowed rapid deployment to the conflict hotspots in Iraq and Syria. Two days of operations in Syria had taken a toll on him and although his body ached, the adrenalin still coursed through his veins. Once the bloodlust was raised, it was very hard to sate. He could still smell the smoke from high-explosive rounds on his skin and the chatter of small arms fire echoed in his skull.

He reached into his pack and pulled out a satellite phone. Operators in the SAS who were deployed abroad were granted this special privilege. The device was equipped with special encryption technology to protect him and his family from surveillance by the terrorist networks who considered these elite soldiers such a valuable target.

The Invasion of Alpha Sigma Sigma Pt1 [?FFFFFF][sci-fi, futa, preg, tentacle, oral, anal, “drugs”, Fdom, Fsub, nc]

###A story of love, alien invasions, and kinky futa sex. Okay, not much love. Mild body horror involved, but more transformation/impregnation and less chest bursting. I generally dislike gore/blood, this is all for fun. May or may not post updates as the wind decides. I welcome comments.

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It was cold. So very, very cold. Lost in an eternity of frozen purgatory, it seemed.

Time had little meaning in the endless void. So it slept. It dreamed. Nothing so articulate that a sentient mind would recognize, but it knew what would cause it to grow and flourish, or to whither and die. It did not want to die, so it dreamt pleasant dreams:

A distant glowing sphere far overhead, radiating live-giving warmth. Mist-shrouded valleys hewn from the earth, ringed by towering cliffs and vibrant waterfalls. Dark, verdant foliage in which to make its home, camouflage to conceal itself before striking out to feed. To propagate. It had no knowledge of how it came to be lost amongst the stars, but it knew that it must be a very, very long way from home.

It dreamed.

House of Darkness: Chapter 1 [fantasy] [nc] [Fdom] [F] [M] [bd]

The uneasy silence of the night was broken by the impact of a thick leather boot on the heavy wood of an old church door. The door shuddered and creaked slowly inward, but was otherwise unchanged by the abuse.

 

Faint streams of silvery moonlight danced over the stone entryway just beyond the door, but failed to illuminate any further within. There was a long, ragged, drawing of breath and the wearer of those well-traveled boots cautiously entered the forgotten church.

 

His name was William. He was 18 and barely a man. A Knight of the Holy Order, though not much of one. Not yet. He had not spoken the vow that would bind his life to service and had fled his training in the depth of night. Still, though he was untested in bloodshed, the long iron blade in his hand gleamed with a keen edge and the clanking iron plates of his armor did little to encumber him. He was broad in chest and shoulders, arms thick from the rough labors of early years as a farm boy. Locks of curled blonde hair stuck from under his leather cap at unruly angles. The lantern in his left hand was steady as he took his first steps into the darkness which refused to yield.

One drunken night [MF]

Going back 5 or so years ago I used to work in a bar, a fairly big bar with about 30 employees. The majority of us would hang out together outside of work, a few people getting into relationships and the rest mainly sleeping around, I was the latter.

Now one of the guys who worked there, James, had always liked Jessica. She was a fairly pretty redhead girl, slim with a peachy ass and a pair of pert c cup boobs. He wasn’t one of the better looking blokes there but he tried and tried and eventually managed to start making an impression on her.

I always knew Jessica liked me but I never really gave her much attention as my mind would wonder from girl to girl throughout that place, until one night.

We had been on our usual Thursday night out, everyone was wrecked and we decided to carry on the party back at one of the guys houses. About 15 people in total were there, consuming any alcohol we could get our hands on, the party was in full swing. A few hours in though and I had had enough, I went into the living room to have a sit down. Gradually more and more people joined me, with Jessica sitting down on james’ lap on the chair opposite me. She was wearing a skin tight black dress that night which showed off here tits perfectly and bright red lipstick complimenting her hair.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 3

(Abigail)

At some point in every woman’s life, a man’s personality becomes more important than his looks. Whether it’s by choice or by circumstance, it’s the concept that still makes life-long unions possible, and what some consider true love. It signifies the kind of maturity that you and your partner benefit from for the rest of your lives.

And Lucas Brimstone made it glaringly obvious that I was not at that point yet.

I sat down beneath a declining willow, unpacking a familiar lunch of turkey and tomato between cut French baguette. While successful meetings normally would have left me on a mannerly high, I left that building craving my drawer of toys and a hot lawyer calendar. Preferably a Lucas Brimstone edition.

Lust was not a feeling I was familiar with, but one look at those linebacker shoulders and square jaw and I was lucky I didn’t need to go for a fresh panty run. He was one of those guys that I put into the shirt-optional category, and could definitely do with less of those pants.

[32M] Has 3 some with friends wife, and we live together [MFM]

We have been living together for 3 months now and in a previous post, I talked about how we finally had a 3 some, but apparently, this was not going to be an only one-time thing. She wants more!

So a part that I left out was even though we had a 3 some and we fucked her hard. The whole experience only lasted about 10-15 mins at most. I wanted to go round two so badly but I just couldn’t get the little guy to stay up. She was actually happy she got laid but kinda disappointed that the ride wasn’t longer… Shit, it was amazing for me but I was also stoned. I was smoking and as I get high a girl says she wants to get fucked and to hurry because she has to wake up early for work. It was a fucken hot ass ten mins and without messing with her sleep schedule!