An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 25 [Fantasy][MF]

Please read chapters 1 – 24 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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“I cannot believe that we are late for the Emperor’s Ball,” Else fumed.

Jarl sighed. It was not his fault that his disaster of a wife had spent five bells having an army of maids doing her hair. And it wasn’t his fault that there had been an overturned carriage at the bridge over to Palace Hill.

“Are those men setting fire to that building?” Jarl said looking over at a dozen men carrying torches.

There was something truly strange going on in the city. Jarl was sure he had seen a dozen mobs roaming the streets and more than once their guards had had reason to draw their swords to make sure the carriage got the right of way.

“I do not care if they are setting fire to the entire city. We are not stopping. Oh, by the seventh. I am sure that the first dance has already started. The disgrace,” Else moaned.

“Oh. Just shut up. If you only could be useful and suck my cock,” Jarl sighed.

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 25 [Fantasy][MF]

Please read chapters 1 – 24 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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“I cannot believe that we are late for the Emperor’s Ball,” Else fumed.

Jarl sighed. It was not his fault that his disaster of a wife had spent five bells having an army of maids doing her hair. And it wasn’t his fault that there had been an overturned carriage at the bridge over to Palace Hill.

“Are those men setting fire to that building?” Jarl said looking over at a dozen men carrying torches.

There was something truly strange going on in the city. Jarl was sure he had seen a dozen mobs roaming the streets and more than once their guards had had reason to draw their swords to make sure the carriage got the right of way.

“I do not care if they are setting fire to the entire city. We are not stopping. Oh, by the seventh. I am sure that the first dance has already started. The disgrace,” Else moaned.

“Oh. Just shut up. If you only could be useful and suck my cock,” Jarl sighed.

The Mile High Club, Chapter 9 [NSFW]

“Well,” he said, settling into his seat, outstretching his feet in front of him as much as he could. “I had a wonderful honeymoon with you and I love you so much.” He leaned across his seat and kissed his new wife on the lips. She smiled and rested her hand on his inner thigh and tiled her head to rest it on his shoulder.

They had just gotten married after two years of dating and a year of engagement. And in those three wonderful years, they had not once had sex.

Amanda had been in a serious relationship prior to meeting Scott, and she had many regrets about sharing her sexuality with someone who was now just a stranger to her.

She decided she wanted to wait until marriage with her next boyfriend, which was hard for a lot of 23-year-old men to respect, but Scott respected it.

They kissed and there was heavy petting but no orgasms in each other’s company and the most they’d seen of each other was in swim suits.

The build up to the wedding night was intense.

Niece Takes Control part 8

As sleep started to break up, I felt a warm body atop me, my cock grasped by a warm hand, poised, then a hot, wet sheath swallowed me, followed by a cry of pleasure. I opened my eyes, saw Stephanie, her face dreamy as she drove her hips down, taking me in, until I was buried to the hilt. She paused, the sight of my sexy 18 year old niece, naked and very horny, perched on my stiff prick really fired my lust up. Such a great sight to wake up to, and she smiled as she saw me awake, the recognition on my face as she slammed down, swallowing my cock right to the balls.

Stephanie cooed, “Good morning Uncle lover, waking up next to you was so good, I love it that your were right next to me, and I wanted to wake you up in the best way I could! Do you like my wake up call, Uncle lover?”

I growled back, “Oh yeah baby, I like it very much!”

“Mmmmm, with you right here with me, you cock already so hard and ready for hot morning sex, feels like heaven.”

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Categorized as Erotica Tagged

[M]y wi[f]e always fucks me more eagerly when I’m screwing her [f]riends

We are a normal seeming couple in our 30s. Kids, jobs, a home life. My curly haired wife does work out most days, which really brings out her curves and ass, but I digress.

On Tuesday, I went out on a date with a mutual friend, Cindy. Cindy hasn’t slept with me since months before Covid. She told her husband she wanted to see me, and they had a fight that lasted several days. Cindy’s husband doesn’t like me, and he knows I’ve slept with his wife before. But Cindy’s husband adores her, and this time, after a few tense days, her husband gave in and allowed her to go.

I booked a hotel room, brought Cindy’s favorite snacks, and was ready to get her relaxed and in the mood. But, the second we got in to the hotel, she kissed me, and was pulling my clothes off. I love it when she strokes my cock with her wedding ring on. She was wet, and eager,

I got her on her knees, tied her hands behind her back, and took her from behind repeatedly. In three hours we stopped only for water, and then she sent me home.

Started the Morning with a Bang! [MF]

This morning today started with a bang (pun intended) for my wife and I. Although this story is fairly vanilla, I felt inspired to share nonetheless. Enjoy!

*For readers who are unfamiliar, my wife Jade and I are pretty average suburbanites, with a decently active and rejuvenated sex life. We’re both in our mid-thirties; I’m white, average build and about six feet tall. Jade is mixed Asian/Native American with an average build (thick ass, small breasts), radiant green eyes and long black hair.*

I was awoken this morning by a stirring Jade. I gave the back of her head a small kiss and tried to get back to sleep. It was just after 5 AM with dim morning light seeping in and I knew kids would be awake before too long, making sleep (or anything else) wholly impossible.

Jade got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I shut my eyes and rolled onto my back. When Jade emerged from the bathroom, I was surprised to see her walk back to bed fully naked. Watching her great thighs and small, perky breasts,. I felt myself starting to get hard as she slipped back into the covers and it was going to be impossible to get back to sleep. It had been a stressful week already and unfortunately, almost a week since we’d last had sex.

A Penny for Your Bi Curious Thoughts

Penelope loved going out. In her late-twenties now, those opportunities were fewer as work and family took more of her free time. She didn’t mind, but some of her friends felt she was settling too early and abandoning them. This caused some tension, but Penelope had more to worry about than a few party friends getting salty.

Trying to network in the corporate world was proving harder than she’d imagined. Her coworkers were all in their early 40s and worked together for years before Penelope joined the team. This meant when they went out to lunch or for drinks after work, they often forgot to invite her. While she pretended it wasn’t a big deal, it really hurt when they all came back laughing from lunch, walking right past her office. But, things were getting better, she was even invited to join them at a local restaurant on Friday. Well, invited was an overstatement. Two coworkers were talking about plans while in the copy room and mentioned that everyone was welcome.

Clementine (Part III) [MF] [Teacher/Student] [Agegao] [Older Man/Younger Woman] [Virginity]

*“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”* Lawrence groaned, drilling his face into Brielle’s mouth. It was a Friday, three weeks into their little arrangement, and he was standing up and holding her by the back of the head so she couldn’t move. His cock nearly disappeared completely under her full head of hair down her throat. She moaned and gagged, clutching his legs. He eyes were watering and tears were rolling down her cheeks–this is the farthest he’s gotten it down since they started their little thing Monday.

*“I’m going to cum.”* he groaned, thrusting a few more times before holding his cock and shooting cum down her slender little throat. His eyes rolled up in euphoria.

A few moments passed and he was breathing heavily there. She tapped his leg and he pulled away to fall back into his desk chair. She sat back on the ground, swallowing a mouthful of hot and fresh cum. Some had leaked from the corner of her plump lips. She used the heel of her hand to wipe it then lick it up. “Thank you, sir.”

Company Ink Part 2 (Cheating)

After waking up the next morning, Amber thought it was strange that her fantasy drifted off to her coworker. She started to get a sense that she has wanted him for awhile, but never realized Allen was available. Her thoughts started to wander off thinking of what could be. Her thoughts started to plan out what she was going to do with her new fantasy. She made up her mind that she was going to act on it. Amber knew it was a bad idea, but she didn’t care. She got up and started getting ready for the morning. She decided she was going to act normal for right now and find out a little bit more about Allen.

She dressed in her usual conservative business attire, packed her stuff up and left for work. She arrived at work at her typical time. Nothing out of the ordinary. Started doing her daily work for a couple hours, eyeing the people walking by her open door, checking for Allen. Her office was right next to his, but she felt weird for going over there for no reason. She heard his words through some business conversations. They were both QA analysts for different departments so most of their work focused on checking over reports and preparing their findings at the weekly meeting. No news was always good news.

[FM] My neighbor’s son [21M] has been watching me [54F] sunbathe.

Hello sweeties.

I’ve been reading stories on here for a month or so, and I’ve been debating about putting out some of my own. Lord knows I have plenty. For now, I have one I can’t keep to myself:

First, some background on me: I’m a fifty-four-year-old widow. I married a wealthy man (more than twice my age) the week before my twentieth birthday. For those of you who failed math, that was in 1986. My father and soon to be husband were business partners before the latter made a handful of good (lucky) investments and retired early. He decided to reward himself with a hot young thing, and so I spent almost twenty-five years as his trophy wife, doing nothing but keeping in shape, socializing with other housewives, and satisfying his needs – when they weren’t being satisfied by whoever he was carrying on with at the time. I didn’t mind. The prenup daddy insisted on was ironclad, so hubby and I eventually came to an agreement, but that’s another story.