[MF] Asian Masseuse played with my ass and I fucking loved it.

So I went to the local massage parlour for a regular massage. I’ve been to this place before and they are 100% legit. Or so I thought.

They’re busy so they let me know I’ll be seen to soon and would I like to wait on the table? Sure thing. I get in, strip down (I go nude for any massage if the place allows it. They’ve never had a problem before and its the best way to get massaged) Eventually a lady comes in, gets the oil and gets to work. Fairly normal massage for the most part until she gets to my legs. She starts with just focusing straight on my ass. Nice, I think. Then the strokes get a bit longer. A bit deeper. With a few lingering rubs near my asshole. This is not normal. But it feels amazing and I’m so relaxed I go with it.

The Professor [Series] [Part 7] [MF] [Oral] [Anal] [NSFW]

KEEPING MY PROMISE

I had promised the Professor that I was going to break it off with my boyfriend. He had expressed an interest in being with me after graduation and though I was fearful of losing a great guy by breaking it off with my boyfriend, I was excited at the idea of being with a man, in an adult relationship. I didn’t have many serious relationships throughout college and I had changed majors and jobs a few times, too. The idea of graduating, with a job and a boyfriend waiting for me–it was exciting.

I called my boyfriend from the Professors house and told him I wanted to meet for lunch the following day. I wanted the Professor to hear the conversation so he would see I am dedicated to him. My boyfriend agreed. It was a date.

[MF] Unintentional Audience

First time post. Long time lurker.

My wife and I had taken up fishing 3 years ago, call it what you will, we really enjoyed the peace and quiet. It was early spring and we had spent the better part of the afternoon and evening fishing. I had done my best to grab her ass or tits whenever I could and be playful. Naturally she did the same and by the time the sun had started to go down the sexual tension was pretty high.

All day directly across the lake from us there had been a lot of people, mostly families fishing. With the setting sun there was just a group of younger guys and a few girls hanging out and setting up a bonfire. My wife and I had started to kiss and play around with each other a lot more with false cover of dusk upon us. I took an opportunity when my wife had walked around to the front of our car, out of view of those only a football field away, and grabbed her shorts and gave them a firm tug. This forced them around her perfect ass and they fell to her ankles before she even knew what had happened. To my surprise she wasn’t wearing any panties, and the dusk light seemed to showcase her bald pussy. She smiled and flirtatiously stepped out of the shorts around her ankles. She looked so stunning standing there in just a small tank top and her flip flops, and before I knew the words were coming out of my mouth, I said ” I dare you to go fish like that”.

[MF] The Professor’s Pet [oral] [buttstuff] [interracial]

The professor snapped his suitcase shut before leaning back in his chair and sighing deeply. It was just past 8 pm. The sun had set, the department was empty, but outside, the campus buzzed with students enjoying their Friday evening.

He was the only professor on the floor; the others had wished him goodnight and left him to finish grading a set of papers about the effects of immigration on gender roles. He was rolling through the papers with ease until one took his breath away.

Jenny Takigami had written about her identity as an Asian woman. It started off scholarly as she argued the merits of sexualization and femininity. Then she trailed off and started writing about her personal needs. How badly she wanted to be dominated by an older white man. How, despite the negativity of stereotypes, she could not help but feel aroused by the thought of white men spreading her legs and laying claim to her desperation just as the Americans had forced Japan out of isolation following World War 2.

[MF] How I became a SUB, or the girl I never fucked but had a lot of sexual encounters with Part 1

I have recently had a strange experience with this girl I met through work. She was a management coach that my company had hired for some training, and I was one of the lucky ones.

We started out communication via sms chats, and somehow it turned out to be more and more flirty in the tone. She was very open minded and told me a lot about her preferences and experiences in that field.

It was time for us to meet to do a first training session, and the chemistry was electric. We went for a walk together, and sat down on a bench. I told her about some personal struggle I had been through and she leaned in to give me a hug. It was like being struck by lightning, and my mind went totally blank. She let go and I could not help kissing her. Another lightning strike, and my hands roamed around her body as she moaned and kissed me back as deep as I have ever experienced. Suddenly she drew herself away and looked spooked. She started crying, and told me she needed to leave. It was to much, the connection was to strong, and she could not do this since we both were married.

When it’s just me and the SIL [MF]

Some of you may know of my first story, but this is a follow up story. I’m a photographer enthusiast and my sister in law is a model.

I had a day off from work and I really wanted to go hiking with my wife, but with sudden notice a co worker of my wife has called in sick. So my wife had to cover her co worker shift and left me to hang out by myself. I was down about the situation, but all that would eventually change.

Reality Meets Fantasy Pt. 2 [MF]

Part 1 [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dr2dzl/reality_meets_fantasy_mf/)

Amanda and I have since gotten together 2-3 times. Mostly during the day. Kids go to daycare or something and we meet up. The sex has been wild and refreshing. We have not talked much about new things we want to try together since we both seem to be simply enjoying what we have recently discovered. We both have also noticed that it has improved our sex lives with our spouses, although we don’t really talk about that much. In fact, we don’t talk much at all outside of a bedroom. When we do talk Amanda and I chat almost exclusively online so we don’t always get each others’ messages right away.

I woke up one morning and got the kids to daycare before heading home to work. As is my custom, when I am alone in the house I pull up my messages and see if I have one from Amanda. As usual there is one in the inbox but I notice it is from the night before:

The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 12

The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were all stood quietly in the kitchen of the Burrow. Normally the house would be full of laughter and loud conversation, but today they all stood around waiting. Today was the funerals of Petunia and Vernon Dursley.

Hermione and Mrs Weasley had gone into muggle London the day before to buy everyone clothes for the ceremony. No one other than Hermione had attended a muggle funeral before so she had picked out black suits and dresses for everyone to wear.

After the war there had been a lot of funerals to attend, but wizard funerals were a lot different and no one really knew what to expect. Harry felt like he’d been to enough funerals recently to last him a life time. He’d attended every funeral of the victims of the battle of Hogwarts. It was something that he’d had to do. He had to remember the life’s of all those who had sacrificed themselves to help him protect the world they lived in.

‘Hermione dear, could you help me with this tie please?’ Mr Weasley asked, attempting to pull on the complex knot that had formed around his throat.

Doubly Fucked Part 1

I did this for a certain person on here who has since stopped responding to queries… so please just remember it is copyrighted and if it appears elsewhere I will find out. #Sex #Masturbation #Threesome

Part 1

Angie could not wait to get home, she was wanting to get out in the hot sun and top up her tan. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied up in a messy ponytail and she released it with her left hand, feeling the hair fall around her face, framing it nicely. She brushed her fingers through it, just trying to loosen the hair and make it look more natural. Looking in the hall mirror, she saw her reflection and stopped to have a good look. Her heart shaped face was still smooth with just the very faint scar under her eye on her left cheek and only very faint laugh lines lining her eyes. Her thin neck was shapely and curved down to slim shoulders that were only slightly wider than her torso. She wasn’t overly vain but was still able to admire herself when she got the chance, especially since having had the kids when she was still young. Her body was still firm, with nice firm breasts that were still nice and perky, They were a decent size, but not overly massive. She was lucky in that department as it gave her a nice balanced look. They were a 36 ‘B’ cup and were still were nicely shaped without hanging down, they flared out gracefully from her chest. She had never been one of these women that wanted massive breasts or wanted implants just to please a man. Her hips were still relatively narrow but flared out slightly. Her ass was her favourite feature and she did try keeping it in shape by walking on a regular basis. She did not have any real loose skin from births and was aiming to maintain her figure for as long as possible. Her stomach was just slightly protruding, but not overly so.

[M]y Sister’s Hot [F]riends Part 4

Hey everyone, I’m flattered by the response I’ve had to these stories and I’m sorry if these are a bit long but I feel like the context makes them hotter. Hopefully you agree! Also, I’ve been trying to lock down our ages at this point and I’m pretty sure Sarah would have been 22 and Amy 23, making me just shy of 25.

Anyway…

From what I can remember the night with Sarah happened on a Thursday because I was pretty useless at work the next day and I saw her soon after that. I think when I texted her we made plans to hang out on either the following Saturday or Sunday at the pub with a group of friends but the days of the week aren’t really that important I guess.

Although I was really looking forward to seeing her I got the sense through texting that she was going to act like nothing had happened. It didn’t bother me because I figured it meant that it could happen again at some point but it did shake my confidence a bit.