*Readers note: This happened in September of this year but there has been an update since then which I also included below.* Occasionally I will send nudes to one of my girlfriends so I can get a second opinion on poses, outfits, etc. She used to be a model and has a really good eye. Last night she told me that a few weeks ago she had dropped by the house unexpectedly in the middle of the day and caught her husband jerking off to my pictures. He had seen them on her phone one day and then secretly sent them to himself. When she told me this detail I wasn't really bothered (kind of flattered actually) but I kept that to myself. They got in a huge fight. After a week things mostly went back to normal except she couldn't get the image of him stroking his cock to me out of her head. Then a funny thing happened, she started to get turned on by it. She was touching herself and reliving the moment. She started imagining him fucking me while she watched. The next day she handed him a picture
I never used to think about it too much. I just figured that some guys were into it and some weren't. But lately, it's been bothering me more and more. Why do some guys only want to receive head and not eat me out? I'm 32 now and I've been with a fair number of men. I've always been a sexual person and I enjoy trying some really wild stuff. But there's something about having my pussy licked that just feels so damn good. It's like the ultimate form of intimacy for me. And yet, so many guys seem to be turned off by it. In fact, I've had quite a few guys tell me that they don't like going down on women at all. I always used to ask them why, since they were more than happy to demand blowjobs from me. Some of them say that they just don't like the taste or the smell. I mean, I think my pussy tastes just fine, thank you very much! I've tasted it myself. Others say that it's too messy or that it's just not their thing. And then there are the ones who say that they only do it as a favor to t
I went on a wild girls trip to Mexico the summer I graduated high school. There were 4 of us total- two virgins, one recently broken up, and one crazy friend with a fake id. After our other friend proclaimed she would lose her virginity this trip to “get it over with” I decided I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity should I meet a cool, nice guy. In comes Tyler, a professional surfer who we had met and had been inviting us out to parties at the sponsored surf house all week. I had a huge crush on him- I loved his confidence, he was toned, tanned and gave me a lot of attention. It felt good to be pursued by someone more mature after 4 years of dealing with teenage boys. After a night of heavy kissing in his room, I ended up getting fully naked and he kissed and touched my body all over. I decided I would pursue my goal with Tyler the next night after being thoroughly turned on all week. The next night I came over after a day at the beach with everyone- sun kissed, salty, beach hair,
So a little back story first: my husband and I are swingers and have been since we were dating. How we got into the swinging lifestyle you may ask? Well, my mom is also a swinger. I guess you could say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. My husband is tall, average build with a thick big cock. My mom is very fit, short, with big fake breasts. I’m a cuckqueen which essentially means I love when my husband fucks other women, usually while I watch. On occasion, my husband will go to a swingers club by himself and just text me all the details. It’s a huge turn on. I know my husband has always found my mom attractive. He even told me on vacation one year. He saw her in a bikini for the first time that vacation. She doesn't hide her body, and rightfully so, I mean she looks amazing for 55. He was staring at her tits all vacation. I could also tell that my mom thought my husband was attractive, I mean he is, and what older woman doesn't want a young stud?! When my husband and I first
Lust varies depending on the time of day. In the evening, when you are in shape, it walks in light waves from the back of your head to your heels, slightly catching your breath. In the evening you find the best words, occasions, poses. Evening passion is multifaceted: spiritual insights freely turn into bouts of lust and vice versa, becoming indistinguishable. The world spins on the tips of the eyelashes and foams with champagne bubbles, all situations are reversible, any entrance is an exit. In the morning, everything is different. Deep sleep is like falling into a fascinating abyss, from which it is impossible to get out the same, just as it is impossible to take with you everything that you have acquired there. Therefore, having risen on a crumpled pillow, you find only a few scanty thoughts in your head - and even then they seem redundant to you. If you let them in, they will fill you completely, frightening with dullness and totality. Pinned to the floor by them, you struggle to
I’m a mom in my late 30s. All of my kids are now in college, which is really how this whole thing started. I’ve lived kind of a crazy life and I never got a chance to attend myself, so in many ways I’m sort of living the college experience through them. In the past two months alone, I have hooked up with not one, not two, but three of my kids close friends. The first was one of my older son’s best friends. He’s a quiet, academic type who is going to school to be an engineer. I’m not sure if he was a virgin or not prior to us hooking up, but he definitely didn’t seem all that experienced to me. He was at my place playing video games and waiting for my son to get back from row practice when it happened. I brought him a snack and we got to talking, and eventually the subject drifted to girls. He told me has never been that lucky in that department, so being the nice woman I am I offered to lend him a hand…and a few holes…to help with that. We had a quickie in my living room and
It was Spring Break and we had rented a beach house with a group of 12 friends. There was only a couple of bedrooms but one of the rooms was huge and slept 8 people. It had multiple bunk beds and two queen beds. My boyfriend and I got one of the queen beds. One of the nights we had a huge bonfire on the beach. Everyone seemed to be really occupied and drunk so we figured it would be a good time to sneak back to the house and fuck. When we got to the room we realized that someone was in the room passed out drunk. They didn't seem like they were waking up anytime soon so we killed the lights and started making out. After some fingering, kissing, and dick sucking I straddled him and slid him all the way in. At one point the sleeping drunk friend started to stir so we tried to keep it down a bit. My boyfriend put his hand over my mouth a few times to muffle my moans. We started to hear drunk voices in the living room but we were both really close to cumming and I assumed that they w
Last year at our company Christmas party, my secretary was in charge of the party and it's pace. She was just very busy so her date was with us guys just getting drunk. Since my secretary was way to busy to really pay attention to her date, he got very very drunk. Drunk enough that the bartender at the open bar had to cut him off and asked us to walk him to his room in the hotel. The rest of us continued to pace our fun until the party ended and everyone went to their rooms. My secretary looked a bit disappointed because now her date was K'O'd upstairs and she didn't get to share time or drinks with him. So I stayed at the bar with her and we shared a few drinks. Now I was getting pretty drunk because I had been drinking already, but she got drunk fast because she is a short Filipina woman who probably weighs 110 lbs, with a nice figure, firm ass, and perky tits. She ended up getting close and resting her hand on my thigh as we drank and talked and joked. My dick got visibly hard and
Last night I saw my neighbor peeking into my window again after I got out of the shower. I knew he was there, so I decided to give him an extra show. I teasingly bent over and accidentally "dropped" my panties, giving him a full view of my bare body. I could feel his eyes on me and for a moment, I allowed myself to bask in the pleasure of being watched. I could feel my cheeks getting flushed and my heart racing as I slowly stood back up and put my panties back on. It was a naughty moment, but one that I definitely enjoyed. I honestly think next time I'm going to have to find a way to give him a full show. I wanted to tonight, but I kind of chickened out. How should I get his attention tomorrow and start to touch myself in a way that seems natural?
I met him in a college physics class. He normally sat behind me. He didn't say a word the first month of class but anytime I would turn around and ask him a question about something he always knew the answer. He was cute despite being socially awkward and shy. His hair was long-ish and dyed black. I knew he had good taste in music because he wore band t-shirts like Bauhaus and Joy Division. We had a big test coming up and I needed to do well so I asked him if he would come over to my apartment and study with me. He agreed. When he showed up I noticed he was dressed a little nicer than normal (collared shirt) and was freshly shaved. I had an inkling that maybe he was hoping for more than just studying. We "studied" for hours. In reality, he already knew everything so basically he was just tutoring me. When we finished I shifted the subject to more personal stuff. He told me that he hadn't had much luck dating. When I pressed him for details he mentioned that he was really inexper
This happened about 10 years ago, but another sexy redditor's story reminded me of it and I thought you might enjoy. It was a Friday night and I'd met up with an old college friend who had had been living in the same city I recently moved to. She was a really cool girl who was stunningly gorgeous but we were strictly platonic. (Once at a college party she'd drank too much and I was taking care of her, stroking her hair. She looked up and said, earnestly, 'OP, I love you, but we will never fuck.' It was such an absurd ill-timed comment that it cracked us both up and became a running gag.) Anyway, we're out at a bar that always had a mix of college kids, townies, and middle aged folks who are still trying to hang. It's a fun group. I'm out dancing with her and her girlfriends, generally making a fool of myself when this older woman - late 40s, if I had to guess - comes over and says something to the effect of, "you're cute but with all these hot girls... don't suppose you wanna danc
I take you in my arms and spin... spin... Crazy turns, heads spin, sink to the ground like fallen angels... Kiss, kiss. Not! Iron first. Hands start a gentle dance. They dance, slightly trembling fingers at each bend. Here is the neck ... the feeling of the skin - so velvety and tender and soft and you want to stroke and stroke and stroke. And the fingers below - to the hollow. Here is a hole, the whole body is ready to go around with his hands. I'm trembling with impatience to stroke, to touch every piece of your body. My hands clasp your breasts, without touching the nipples and gently, I stroke and wrinkle them, then touch the nipples, pull them a little. Then below - the tummy. Your insanely lovely tummy - a little soft, so amazing - I stroke and stroke. I'm like an octopus - hands return to the neck, to the cheeks, to the nipples, to the hollow. My lips strongly but gently dig into yours, and my tongue - so impudent and nimble and slippery and soft, pleasant and warm, even a lit
I don't know how to feel about any of this, but he enjoyed it so there's that. I should probably give some context though. This weekend I went out with my friends for some drinks. I took an uber there so I could get drunk. Fun was had by all, lots of laughs and alcohol lol. When the night was coming to an end, I didn't feel like getting an uber home, and I begged my friend for a ride. I'm the opposite direction from him, so it took some convincing, and a little flirting. He eventually agreed. Well on the way we got into an accident. Completely the other guy's fault, he ran a red and hit us on the driver's side. I was fine, my friend was not. He got banged up and had to go to the hospital. I felt terrible. It was completely my fault because I made him drive me home. I went to visit him the next day. His arm was broken among some other bruises and cuts. I wanted to die right then and there. He was in high spirits, but I still felt terrible. I even cried. And I do not look cute when
I am a painter. Women's nature - worries. But the man in me has always been stronger than the artist. Now I draw on this very nature. If you only knew how beautiful it is: under your hands, the female body blossoms and reveals its true beauty. I am sure that only an artist can elevate the beauty of a naked woman to the rank of art. It's available to me. I want you to know that this is also possible. And it is not at all necessary to imagine me as a weird type bathing screaming girls in paint. Not at all. Firstly, because I work only with Women. And secondly: I'm an ordinary guy, I work as a designer in an advertising agency, I get good fees for advertising broths, tights and rolled steel. Ask: who agrees to "lie under the brush"? The first among the candidates is a girl from a party. Fashionable, cool. Tattoo? Yes, here she is, uncle, a rose on her ass. An umbilical ring? Please. Ecstasy? It used to. Fashionable pubic haircut? But what about without her? How old are you? 18th. Such
My bf recently moved across the country to start law school. While I’m proud of him, I also miss his dick and getting fucked by him. His cock was the perfect size for me. It was slightly too big and always left my pussy a bit sore but I loved feeling his cock fill me up. While he was home for his birthday I was treated like a complete slut and was a hole for his cock the entire weekend. I was so sad that I would have to wait another two months to feel him inside me and told him on his last day home how other dildos just didn’t feel as good as him and that my pussy felt so empty without him here. He is he reassured me the 2 months would go by fast and that I could just imagine the dildo as him. I started to become okay with this until I got a package in the mail from him earlier this week. The package included a card detailing how he had bought a kit to make a mold of his cock that allowed him to make me a personalized dildo. I was so happy. While the dildo sadly doesn’t allow
- All clear, - muttered Aster. - Only one letter and that must be it. During the last three years of his work for the government, a special courier or telephone was always used for communication. But when the letter arrived by regular mail, he realized that the three-year project ended in nothing. "Dear Mr. Henderson! With great regret, I have to inform you that your proposals for the refinement and improvement of the device were discussed by us and rejected. Due to budget cuts, our department does not have sufficient funds to support all projects. I will personally keep all the information about this case and if the situation changes, we can continue to work on creating a device that is certainly useful to society. I want to express my personal gratitude to you for the efforts made in this direction. An official notice will be sent to you shortly along with your fee. Sincerely yours, General G.F." He turned off the terminal. Doodles. Idiots. They not only failed the demonstr
This is one of those stories that seems too good to be true but I will do my best to include as many details as possible so that you know that this really did happen. This is a very long story with a lot of buildup but here it goes... Just so everyone knows, this story does involve cheating. If you don't like that, move to the next story and don't message me about it. If you want to skip the lead up just go down to the ------------. So I started working at this job about a year ago and immediately noticed how cute our office manager (let's call her 'K') is. K is 5'1", has long dark hair, full lips, gorgeous smile, a few tattoos and the coolest fucking personality. She dresses pretty modest but I noticed early on that she had great curves, even on her tiny frame. That being said, she was just a cool coworker. We always hung out and talked at work but I'm in a relationship and she's married so I never even thought twice about making a move. I definitely fantasized about her but ne
This is one of those stories that seems too good to be true but I will do my best to include as many details as possible so that you know that this really did happen. This is a very long story with a lot of buildup but here it goes... Just so everyone knows, this story does involve cheating. If you don't like that, move to the next story and don't message me about it. If you want to skip the lead up just go down to the ------------. So I started working at this job about a year ago and immediately noticed how cute our office manager (let's call her 'K') is. K is 5'1", has long dark hair, full lips, gorgeous smile, a few tattoos and the coolest fucking personality. She dresses pretty modest but I noticed early on that she had great curves, even on her tiny frame. That being said, she was just a cool coworker. We always hung out and talked at work but I'm in a relationship and she's married so I never even thought twice about making a move. I definitely fantasized about her but never
I have this coworker, Zain, who’s married, but he flirts with me a lot. When it’s in the office in front of people, our flirting is limited to harmless banter. When we are in a one on one situation, it tends to get a bit more risque. We follow each other on Social Media and if I post something risque, like a swimsuit pic or wearing a slutty dress on a night out, he’ll dm me and compliment me on it. If I have a story up where I’m out on the town on the weekend, he’ll ask me if I got lucky the following week. Zain is gorgeous. Mid 30s, brown wavy hair, square jawed, smile full of perfect teeth, piercing blue eyes, muscular physique. His wife is similarly gorgeous, she’s a lawyer but she could be a model if she really wanted. I’m something of a BBW myself, Black hair, broad, big tits and ass, thick thighs and a round belly, I’m practically the opposite of his perfect wife. I asked him one time why he flirts with me when he has her at home, he told me he likes Steak, but sometimes he’s
She opened her eyes. Through the window I could see the sun gently breaking through the foliage. I was too lazy to get up, but I had to... Friday... tomorrow is a day off, and then a vacation... She stretched, the sheet treacherously slipped off, exposing her beautiful, firm breasts. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she yawned, stretched again, and went to the bathroom. "Oh my god, how good!!!" Jets of water flowed down her naked body, closing her eyes, she gently ran her chest, smiled. She liked to caress her body. But now you need to hurry. She wrapped herself in a soft terry towel. "What to wear? It seems that it will be hot today ..." Opening the wardrobe, she looked for a long time and extended her hand to a light sundress. He was the most beloved and very versatile. Wearing a beige lace thong, she pulled on a sundress. He covered his chest, nipples protruded through the fabric, his beautiful back was bare. The outfit was a little provocative, but on the last working day befo