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I was suppose to be away for the day, and my wife was off! For some reason, my Trip was cancelled and I decided to surprise my wife, so I didn't call her to tell her I was coming home!
I pulled in and parked the car above our house and snuck in the basement door!
I heard noises coming from our bedroom and it was my wife's voice!
I ssnuck up stairs and got to our bedroom door! The door was cracked a little and enough that I could see my long legged wife, lying on the bed, completely Naked and Saying a guys name, wasn't my name!
she had her legs spread furthjer then I ever saw them and she had this Red vibrator in her pussy! She was calling the vibrator a name, a Guys name!
She's pull the Vibrator out almost all the way and then shove it all the way in! Actually she put it far enough in, that the cap for the Battery was in her lovely Pussy!
I've always asked to play with her pussy and she said she has never masturbated and never will!
I watched for about 20 minutes and all of a sudden she Raised up her Beautiful ASS, Gave a Scream and, Pulled out the vibrator and shot a load of Pussy cum all over the Bed!
I was so turned on, I was going to walk in with my Dick in my hands, it's a little shorter the that Red vibrator she shoved in her Blonde Pussy!
I decided to walk up and get in my car, I already filled my shorts with cum!!!!
I pulled awya and drove about a mile from the house, I called her and told her I was coming home, that since i was getting out eaarly, maybe we could just make out!!!!
She said she wasn't in the mood!
Then next day I got on the computer and looked up Jelly vibrators and found one like she was using! I then went up to her and said "WEon't you let me buy a vibrator for you, Maybe it will turn you on"! sshe looked at me abd told me "Your CRazy, I'd neer put anything like that near my Pussy, not alone in it!!!!
NOW I have found where she keeps her Fuck buddy, should I one night show her I know!
I need some advise!
She alwyass tells me my cock is just the right size for her!!
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Longing



I found no other better medium to express myself than this one, so here I am, sharing my story with you.

Just two months back I considered myself the happiest woman on earth, because I had everything, good job, a loving and caring husband and a rocking sex life. I was satisfied both physically and emotionally. But the incident that took place two months ago completely turned my life to the other extreme when I lost my husband in a road accident. It broke me down completely as the emotional attachment with my husband was the thing that kept me going and was the critical support of my life.

As I told earlier that I am a working woman so there were no issues on the financial front as such but I always felt that emotional longing. The only thing I had to support me were the memories of intimate moments with my hubby. In this hypocrite society I have no where else to go. I remember the spark that aroused me almost immediately when my husband pinched my melons (that’s what he used to call my 36 D boobs). The way he caressed my nipples and touched my entire body made me feel on top of the world. His fondling and kissing of my tight pink pussy sent me into trance and when his 6.5” long tight cock penetrated me, I could not control myself moaning at the top of my voice. It made me so complete…

Sex was a ritual for us and we performed it everyday with the same passion and thrust. I was so used to it that the wait for my hubby to be back from work felt like never ending even though it was just half an hour after I returned from office. This longing sometimes make me feel like a whore, but never mind I loved it !!!
Today all that passion and thrust is gone and I wait and wait after returning from office for no one to arrive.

Will I be left craving and longing for sex for the rest of my life or will there be a new chapter to my life, that’s the question I keep asking myself and I haven’t received the answer yet…
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"Hotel Manageress"
Hi all, I cannot believe I actually did what I am about to tell you. I am Duty Manager of an hotel in Birmingham England, I am 45 years old and have been married to my husband (Jim) for 22 years. We have enjoyed ourselves in life and sex! So nothing really shocks me and being a manager I am used to most things and handling them in a professional manner.

I look after myself as I believe in my job you have to look smart and professional, ie I always were a suit etc.

Anyway enough about me, this happened on Saturday night, I am not normally the Duty Manager for weekends but I was covering my other Manager whilst he was away on his annual leave.

I have a so called night porter, who handles most things, ie: room service etc, so it gave me the chance to get on and catch up with some paper work.

At about 2am Billy (night porter) telephoned through to my office asking me to come to the Bar as he was having a few problems with a group of lads who had returned from a night out and wanted serving, I am used to coping with these things so went on my merry way down to the Bar. The lads (there were 5 of them) were all good humoured and explained that they were on a 21st Birthday Weekend and that all they wanted was a couple of beers before heading to bed, I told them that they could not drink in the Bar but could have room service, as you get when you have 5 drunk lads they said as long as I took them the drinks, I said no because that was Billy’s job and smiled and left.

Billy returned after 5 minutes saying they had gone to bed with a couple of bottles each, and hopefully that would be it for the night. I carried on working.

At about 2.30am Billy called again, this time it was the people in the next room to one of the lads that was complaining of the noise, and that I thought it best that I handle it.

I went to the room and knocked on the door, to be fair you could hear the lads half way down the hall, the door opened and there stood one lad with a beer in his hands, he shouted to the others that room service had bought more drinks, I smiled and just said that we had had a complaint about the noise and asked politely if they could tune it down a bit, the other lads were shouting out for the drinks, so I walked in and spoke to the lot of them, and told them in no short measure that the noise was unacceptable and that we had other guests in the hotel and would they please be more considerate, One lad (later to find out his name was Chris) seemed less drunk than the others and said he had been telling them to be quieter.

I walked out of the room and left them to it, however I stayed on the floor to see if the noise got any louder, it started up almost immediately and I was just about to go back when the door opened and out came two of the lads saying their goodnights, I quickly dived into the Lift and headed down. I waited 5 minutes and went back to the floor, when I returned there was hardly any noise but as I walked down the corridor the door opened again and out came the lad called Chris he nodded and said he had told them all to go to bed and that the two left in the room were asleep and that he was now going to his room (which he was sharing with the other guys). I thanked him for his help and headed to the lift, we walked past his room and he knocked on the door, no one was answering obviously asleep as well, I asked if he had a key he said no, ok I said I have a master key but I have to make sure this is your room, you will have to wait there, I took his name and went and checked with Billy the names on the reservations, it was not booked in his name so I returned to find him sitting by the door, I explained that I had to have confirmation from someone in the room, I had tried telephoning but got no reply, and that was he sure that this was his room, I said yes.

Right so I knocked on the door and also got no answer, so I had to make the decision wether to give him another room our go in and see if the lads were in there.

I checked with Billy and he told me we had a room not occupied on the 4th floor but it was not made up, I asked Chris if that would be ok if I got the room sorted, he said sure as it was his fault anyway.

I took him up in the lift and took him to the room, it had towels etc but the bed was not made, he said that was ok he only wanted a shower and that he would sleep on top of the bed, I said no and that I would go and get some sheets and make the bed up.

I left him in the room, I went downstairs and got the bed sheets and headed back up. The door was open so I just walked in I could hear the shower going so knocked on the door saying I was making the bed.

I quickly made the bed and realised then I had no pillars, so shouted that I would be back with the pillars in a minute, I received no answer.

By now I was getting a bit pissed off up and down the stairs, I got the pillars and headed back, but Billy got me regarding another guest who wanted room service, after sorting out the query and leaving Billy to sort it out I went and took Chris his Pillars.

The door was shut so I gently knocked I did not get an answer, so I gathered he was still in the shower, so I used my key and walked in, the lights were on and there was Chris laying on the bed asleep, the first thing I noticed was that he was naked, the second thing was his raging hard on, I was just about to turn and leave when he mumbled something, at once I apologised and told him I had bought him his pillars, he made no attempt to cover up and just laid there looking slightly dazed. Thank you he said and that he was sorry to be so much trouble, I said that he was fine and it was all in the service. He sort of sat up and said was I going to give him the pillars then and smiled, I realised then that I was looking blatantly again at his hard cock, it bought me to my senses and I said sorry and passed him his pillars.

I then mistakenly said the thing all good customer based people say, 'is there anything else you need before I go' as soon as I said it I knew my mistake, as quick as a flash he replied 'What do you have in mind' and laughed.

I was now totally flustered and said 'I had nothing but was just asking you before I leave', He replied he had just one small thing he needed, but he was sure I could not help him out, again stupidly I asked what that was thinking shower gels toothbrush etc, well he said 'I seemed to have woken up with this' pointing at his cock now what do you think I should do with it, I instinctively looked at his cock again, it was huge and he knew it, but I had bought myself enough time to bring me back to my senses, I told him that was not on my customer satisfaction sheet, so he would have to deal with that himself and I turned to leave, just adding 'although it is very impressive'. As I opened the door he told me to come back anytime if I fancied a closer look.

It was now about 3am and I went back to my office. I must admit I did keep thinking about his cock but got on with my work, Billy then called saying that room 453 (the room Chris was in) had called for some coffee sachets and milk, I told him to take them up but he explained in was in the kitchen doing room service for the other room from earlier.

Ok I said I knew what Chris was on so I called his room and he answered, I asked what he required and he told me, I said ok I would bring it up but to make sure he was dressed. Just then Billy again called and said the other two lads had started up again and that the next room had complained, I thought about Chris so phoned him and asked if he could shut the lads up without even moaning he said ok he would meet me there.

When I got to their room Chris was outside, we went in and he told them to shut up, I was quite surprised that they listened.

We left together and I reminded me about his coffee and milk, I said I would get them from the room at the end of his corridor, when I returned his door was open and I walked in, there he was again stark naked, but this time his cock was not hard, it still looked a fair size, I thought I told you to have your clothes on when I bought your coffee, you did he said, but I though one good deed deserves another, I asked what he was talking about, he said he had shut his friends up and that he thought he should be rewarded, like how I said, dreading the next line, but he was ok, and just smiled and said don't panic I am only playing with you, I can see you are married (looking at my wedding ring), all I want is for you to make me a coffee how about that, Relieved I said ok but that he should cover up, no he said that was the reward.

He laid on the bed whilst I made coffee, he was massaging his cock all the time, the kettle seemed ages to boil and I could see his cock getting harder, by the time it had boiled he was rock hard and a good 7 inches and very round. I made the coffee and put it on the bedside table.

He just came out with it, 'why don't you just wank me, you know you want to' I think he took my not replying as a yes, as I felt his hand on my bum, next thing I know I am on the bed with his cock in my mouth, I love giving blow jobs, and was really into it, when I felt a hand on my pussy, he was about to finger me.

I stopped sucking and moved off the bed, he looked worried and apologised that he had gone to far, but was pleasantly surprised when I stood up pulled my kickers off to reveal my blond pussy to him, I laid on the bed and told him to lick me. He was brilliant, he than asked if I wanted him to fuck me, I just smiled and took hold of his cock and put it to my pussy and he slowly pushed it him, I was still fully dressed apart from my knickers, he fucked me for a while before turning me over and fucking me doggy style. He lasted a while before he pulled out and shouted that he was cumming, He came all over my arse. I told him to get some toilet paper to clear me up as I still had to work, which he did.

I left him there, at about 6.30-ish, I logged off and I went back to his room and we fucked again this time more slowly, and he even took a couple of pictures on his phone, (which he sent over to me) of me to show to his mates, no face of course, he just wanted my arse and pussy, and I took one of his cock on my phone.

I will try and send the pictures.

Julie
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A Kind of Loving



We can’t wait on the weather.” An impatient tremble in the voice, clenching her small hands, moistening her lips, she presses his arm as the Land Rover slides through the rain filled pools. “We can’t wait on the weather with this being the best time.” He nods, then reverses to park under the trees. A moment’s silence as they stare at each other then he jerks the driving seat back, reaches behind him for the boots and wrestles his legs, one at a time, into the tunnels. She grabs for the other pair of waders, extending her bare legs and pulling up with both hands to press her feet against the soles before sliding out of her skirt.

Standing beside the open door, pushing his two hundred pounds into the yellow rain jacket, working the buttons, he motions to the lake visible through the trees. “We’ll be out of the wind and the wet and if we are seen on the island they will think we are checking bird numbers in the rain.”

The passenger door is open, she steps down from the seat. A few cautious steps stirring the wet grass, fastening her own rain-jacket, pushing dark dyed hair into a rainhat and tying the strings under her chin, watching, staring as he bends the brim to channel the rain away from his face.

“I told you, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

She smoothes rain from his sleeve. “Yes, we should. We discussed it long enough.”

The marsh is grey and green and their feet raise dark water into silver splashes. He helps her down the bank and they merge into a mist filled with the shadows of startled, shrieking birds, divers, ducks and moorhens, the deep water moving in slow circles from their boots. “Don’t be disappointed if there isn’t a result first time, there are so many factors.”

“The important thing is we are going to try.”

The water shallows and they climb onto the island pushing aside the reeds to reveal a wooden cabin perched on poles sunk into the marsh, built for the watchers of the waterfowl in the river estuary park.

She waits as he removes the padlock. “At least you understand. I want this done without all the love crap.”

Staring round the cabin, eyes adjusting to the semi-darkness, she bends, feeling under the wet rain-jacket, wriggles her pants down, stretching them to pull over the waders. She kicks them into the corner, unbuttons the jacket and pushes up the wool jumper. “Think it would help if you see first what I’ve got.” She smiles. “My female assets.”

Removing her bra reveals a pair of breasts, even larger than he had pictured, with dark red nipples, standing out above a thick waist and wide hips, his eyes moving down to short legs, thighs a firm fit for the boots.

Rubbing her hands slowly down his coat she presses against him, then feels between the tops of his boots. “Must be an excited feeling for a man, getting an erection? Need some help?”

“That won’t be necessary.” A straw mattress and a cushion is pulled from the bunk bed to the centre of the floor. He unbelts and unbuttons his coat.

“ Ukk! I’ve got to lie on that? It’s damp and it smells.”

“The choice is that or the wet marsh.” He works his zipper, removes his wrist watch, then his glasses to a pocket in the coat as while she places herself cautiously on the mattress. Coats and boots rustle and creak as he follows her, staring at her. “Oh, and try to keep your legs up afterwards.”

Taking a sitting position she places her small arms round her knees, a strained, nervous tone in the voice. “Well, this is nothing like my first time.”

“When was that?”

“I was sixteen and so was he, and we wanted to find out what all the fuss was about. Slipped it in and next thing is he’s done it into a protective. ” She strokes his arm. “It was extremely disappointing. Didn’t feel anything and I have never bothered since although a couple of your sex have tried their best to persuade me.” She stares. “But I guessed right and you’ve got a proper one there.” A shiver. “Bigger than I need.”

“ I’ll go in slowly.

“And no protective.”

“No ‘protective’ as you call it – just as nature planned it.” He presses her slowly back, easing himself forward. Raincoats rustle, boots rasp against boots. She gasps.

“I’m going to push.”

Her eyes are tight shut. “Yes, go on, push.” A longer gasp. A shriek. “There’s an awful lot of you and not a lot of me.” A pause, heavy breathing. “You’re right in so do what you’ve got to do.”

A flood of pleasure seizes him as he begins the penetrative movements. Small sounds, sighs, expelled breathes and grunts. He adjusts his position, lifts her higher on the cushion placed under her and becomes more vigorous, adopting a regular rhythm. “This is wild.” Her voice has a tone of surprise.

Holding himself up on extended arms, he looks down at the small sculptured neck and chin beaded with saliva. She wriggles under him. He bends forward sliding in with slow motions. “That nice?”

She stares up at the corrugated ceiling rattling with the rain. “I’m not expecting nice. What this fuck is going to do to me, that’s what’s nice.”

“But are you enjoying it? You’re supposed to.”

She bends her head, staring for a moment at the partly withdrawn erection, then up at him. “You deserve to do the enjoying; me, I shall enjoy feeling you giving me what I need. ”

He moves himself forward, pressing her legs wider apart, one hand fondling a breast, resuming the action. A pause. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Her eyes are closed tight. “Yes, you should. Go on, please. Do it. ”

In a detached state of pleasure, he adopts a rhythm of short and long thrusts and her pelvis twists upwards. A rush of wings as a flight of calling Canada geese passes over them: startled he feels his release, sudden sharp spurts.

She pushes out her tongue and rubs it round her lips, eyes wide open, staring, as if in a trance. He pulls slowly out, grunting, lifting himself from the mattress, grasping the heels of her boots and holding them up from the floor. “There, now it’s all down to you and your chemistry.”

“Forty minutes you said, then it happens. When will I know?”

“We will try a tester later next week.”

Pressing up her breasts, she smiles. “I’m made for babies don’t you think?”

“Your mammary glands are perfectly sized for breast feeding and your pelvic structure will support a good sized feotus just as nature intended but you could do with losing a bit more weight.”

A hand is waved in an irritated, dismissive gesture. “I dieted and lost twelve pounds getting ready for this fuck.”

“Impregnation is the scientific word.”

“Kate doesn’t believe in scientific words. “Get yourself fucked then at the right time’ is what she said when I told her I wanted a baby so badly it was hurting.”

“I suppose if it wasn’t me then you’d find someone else.”

“No, I wanted it to be an older intelligent man.” A giggle. “A man with good genes.” She looks up as a large bird makes a noisy forced landing on the roof. “You took much more persuading than I imagined though. Men are not as promiscuous as I imagined.” Dust from the roof floats down and she pulls the front of her jacket over her exposed breasts. “Then I was scared you would back out of it seeing the awful weather. You had the perfect excuse when I called at the lab and told you I had done the test and the signs said I was hot and ready and shouldn’t wait.”

He smiled. “A crisis you told my assistant.”

“A crisis right between the curse going and coming.”

“Mensturation. You are working in a scientific environment so try to use the proper words.”

“Whatever you call it, I’ll be glad to have done with it for nine months. Being a woman is a tough act, believe it.” She wets her lips with her tongue and the lipstick glows. “You did your part well. You’re good at it.”

He slowly lowers her legs back to the floor and helps her to stand. The bra is restored, her wool jumper pulled down, she picks up and puts the pants into a pocket then wraps the coat around her, fastening the buttons and pushing it down so the base covers the tops of the boots “Getting a baby in me is easier than it’s going to be getting it out.”

“That’s one fact you have got right.”

“Kate says that seeing me bringing up my breakfast is going to be gross.”

“Tell her it stops after f******n weeks.”

“I’m so glad it’s you as you know these things.”

A laugh. “I think I’d be wise to change my mobile number. I can see myself being an advisor rather than a father getting calls in the middle of the night.”

“Can I say thank you?”

“My pleasure.”

In a silence broken by the strident conversation of waterfowl, the splash of the water against their boots, the rustle of the rain on their coats, they wade back to the parking enclosure. She is detached, focused on the possible outcome; he sees a small figure barely tall enough to reach his chin, nicely shaped, not beautiful but with a youthful appeal. Yet she has inspired an uncontrolled emotional state of euphoria; a curious guilt for not feeling guilty, more relaxed than he could ever recall. He is, he reminds himself, a thirty eight years old male - a doctorate in ornithology – a scientific researcher on marsh birds - and she is somewhere close to half his age and, he decides, a possible candidate for c***d bearing obesity if she is not careful. He has read of these things in the tabloids - showbiz people and gays and lesbians - but this is happening to him. Science has always been more essential to him than marriage and family and he has contented himself with brief affairs. As the wet raincoats and the boots are thrown into the back of the vehicle, it is a realization that suddenly seems bewildering.

“If there is no result, then we will try again next month.” He gropes for his shoes. “But you rushed me today and next time, with a bit more notice, I will look for a lot more comfort – a hotel room maybe.”

She presses his arm. “That would be nice, Harold.” It is a shock hearing his name. “You’re so gentle and so experienced.” Smile. “My goodness, you really stretched me because for a moment there I didn’t think I’d be able to take it all.” Laugh. “But it was easier than I thought and much, much nicer. I’m tingling all over.” Looking down. “And leaking some of the chemistry.” Sigh. “And I think you enjoyed it. I must let you do it again anyway as a proper thank you.” Serious expression. “We can do it even when I’m fixed to wear the big bump.” She circles a hand under her breasts then leans across and gives him a careful kiss on the mouth. It is unexpected, their first meeting of lips.
He turns, pulls her towards him and returns the kiss, taking longer, looking for an excuse to use her name. “And if you hadn’t got Kate then I’d have to consider doing what our parents would have said was the correct thing, asking Myra, the expectant mother, to marry me. Then maybe we could both learn all about parenting, love and loving following all the rules of a polite society.”

She laughs with him, a soft vibrant laugh. “Stuff marriage, parenting and society, Kate and I are all fixed for the baby loving part, you can be sure and certain of that.” Another laugh. “I suppose being a scientific parent, if we married, you’d insist on our four c***dren calling you ‘father’” Another kiss. “And you’d be right, ‘daddy’ is such a naff word.”

“Four?”

“Oh yes, you’re so good at it I believe we’d soon get to enjoy making babies.” Stroking his face, “I can’t help myself, I dream babies.”

“So you’re not really a…”

She puts a finger to his lips. “Don’t like labels. I’m not really anything but just me – a help-you person in a visitor’s centre in a wildlife park, a female with, as you said, raging hormones. But right now Kate is the only person I’d want to be with, who understands me, who I feel close to and intimate. The baby will be our bond, our purpose. Well, my purpose.”

The wind shook more rain from the trees rattling the roof as they dried themselves with the car rug, watching a pair of curious ducks waddling up to see if there were any left-overs from a picnic. “Men live on another planet – except you, and even you would soon be off on your spaceship taking your sperm with you.”

The engine surges to life and first gear is engaged. “This has been quite an afternoon even for a spaceman. You have awakened something and, Miss Myra, I am pleased you seduced me – if seduction is right word - as I have made some unscientific discoveries. One is that you can be married to science but she is not a good parent.”

She holds his arm. “You’ll find someone. Someone really nice who you will love and will love you, and who will love being scientifically impregnated with that splendid equipment you have.” She strokes gently. “You’ll be a great father.”

Braking at the gate to the park he turns to her. “It’s been all against the social rules and historical custom but I suppose you could describe this as a kind of loving.” He turns the vehicle into the road. “A loving for a new life.”

#

A June sky filled with clouded light and the sounds of feeding birds, soon it will be full morning. High boots are astride him, moving forward as he lies prone in the tall marsh grass. She raises herself on muddied booted knees, a gloved hand seeking and finding, arousing and rubbing, her breathing lifting her chest under her open coat. Looking down, tip of her tongue protruding between wet lips, her voice a whisper, “Going..” she withdraws her hand, closes her eyes and slowly descends. “…innnn!” A soft sibilant sound, he grunts, she gasps, “Oh, but you’re big.” A pause then, cautiously, she lifts herself a few inches before going slowly down. “Am I doing this right?”

The boots creak as she begins to move on him, each slow plunge taking her higher, then deeper, punctuated by panting. “I’m riding a cock horse.” An exchange of sharp indrawn breathes echo across the wet marsh. “And it’s wild.”

His hands stretch up to caress the covered mounds of her breasts, s**ttering dew from the grass. “A better position?”

“Then I’ve got you ready already?”

He nods. “Are you?”

“You know I am.” She smiles down at him, lifts herself off and presses herself back against the dew-wet ground, spreads her waders wide, pulling up the front of her coat. His breathing quickening he slides himself between her boots and leans forward on raised arms. She grasps his wet shoulders, looking up into his eyes. “I’m so excited.” She pulls him down. “Knowing we’re going to do it so…” She wriggles under him. “… let me put it in.”

He smiles. “Go on then.”

A hand moves down, pressing between them, finding and feeling. He raises himself just enough so fumbling fingers can guide and position.” Another smile. “You’re there.”

The hand is slowly drawn away back to his shoulder. “ Now do it,’pregnate me.”

They stare at each other as he enters. “Oh, Harold.”

The thrusts are now long and hard pressing her down in small jerks. She is holding him, sounds like small sobs, sighing.

He shifts his position, pressing forward, inhaling, a pause, then it comes, filling her, lifting her in a long spasm, shuddering contractions sending ripples down the coats and the boots. A shriek. “Oh shit and sugar, that’s so hot and marvelous.”

A watery sun works through the clouds lighting the sea of reeds waving gently in the morning breeze; flocks of waterfowl hiss overhead heading for the feeding pools. He lifts himself up from the reed bed and helps her to rise. She presses her lips to him for a kiss. “An early morning fuck – supposed to be a good time.” A laugh. “ Firing you up. After you got that call I pictured you, one hand getting it ready while the other was pulling up your boots.”

“Damn it, it was five o’clock, I was trying to sleep. I was not expecting to boot up and drive here just so you could make use of my penis.”

“Nothing happened last month so you said watch the calendar again and use the thermometer.” A smile. “And I did like you said. And you are wonderful and you did me just like you said you would.” Another touch of her lips. “And you must have been thinking about it on the drive as the first thing you said was ‘Mount me Myra’. And I did didn’t I?”

“Remember, if anyone asks we say we have been out early checking nesting sites for signs of predators.”

She places her arms round him for a hug. “Or I could tell the truth and say I am still trembling from another splendid fuck and show them where I’m leaking baby juice down the sides of my boots.”

#

July and the seaside hotel was already crowded, the weather in heat-wave mode, but it had been the opportunity to spend time together over two days. They had walked the cliffs and the beach and talked, discovering a mind that was not entirely obsessed with parturition, a mind filled with dreams and ideas, full of curiosity and sympathy. He learned she had been a foster c***d with a loving foster mother who had to share her love among six other young c***dren; an overcrowded house and a foster father who employed a mindless cruelty that he had convinced himself was the only way to care for young c***dren.

She had a very bright mind and there was talk of her going on to grammar school, maybe then a university, English being her best subject, but her education had been interrupted by the constant need to act as a nursemaid for the foster c***dren, some still small babies. They had awakened her emotions, her realization of an unqualoified love she had never enjoyed.

Age 16 she had left the home, reinvented herself as Myra rather than the Joyce on her birth certificate and, with a good school report, had little trouble in getting a job at the Wildfowl Centre. From working in the visitor reception area she had moved to being a laboratory assistant where Harold, the research ornithologist, had discovered her to possess a natural curiosity and was a rapid reader, a quick learner.

Harold told her she had a face “like a Botticelli model” and showed her a reproduction of the painting in an art book. She had stared. “Got better breasts than she has.” Harold looked at her blouse beneath the white lab coat and agreed she certainly had. “Not as tall as her neither and my legs are thicker.” Harold nodded but said the face and the eyes were a good match.

She had flicked the pages thoughtfully and paused at a Mantegna. He told her the model was Isabella d’Este . She held up the book. “A baby on the way – she looks so beautiful and happy.”

That was the start as he recalled it. She wanted a baby, not a husband. She wanted good genes. Kate had encouraged her compulsive ambition after she had won on a lottery. Although the first prize had to be shared with four others who had also chosen the same winning numbers, there was enough now in the bank to cover what she calculated to be the likely costs. “And I can’t think of anything else I would want to spend it on.”

Arriving at the Wildfowl Park, she had been “kinda adopted” by Kate and another woman who had met her at the bus stop, helping her with her one small suitcase, offering the room in the cottage described in their advert. “Kate was always so kind and loving and I never got much of that before., and when Beryl took off to work in London I sort of moved in as a comfortable replacement and she taught me so much – sex included. Says she loves me.”

To Harold this all sounded somewhat unpleasant but he didn’t explore further recognizing Myra’s endearing naivety.

They had got down to “what we came here to do” in their hotel room only to find the bed creaked and groaned alarmingly and the mattress had a deep valley down the centre. He did only marginally better later with her leaning back against the edge of the bed but it was brief and unsatisfactory, both being tired with walking and talking followed by a calorie-laden hotel dinner so that sleep not sex became the priority.

Coupling was thwarted on the second day by noisy hotel guests and the daytime heat dictated the window being left wide open so both feared they would be heard by other guests also embracing fresh sea air through their windows.

A drink in the bar and an early night was the plan but, as a naked Myra plumped up her breasts and lubricated, a disco opened up on the terrace below their room. Closing the window only made them sweat and, after playing with his erection, Myra decided they would leave it until the morning.

They overslept, then were disturbed by an over enthusiastic chamber maid arriving to clean the room in the belief the occupants would be enjoying an early breakfast rather than each other.

Myra saw the humour in all this and voted the weekend a success. She decided “it was lovely sharing a bed with a real man to cuddle, and you’re a real man, Harold, no argument there.” She had a musical laugh and he smiled when she added, “Wouldn’t pick this hotel for a honeymoon, the bride would likely still be a virgin by the time she left. We do it far better in the mud on the marsh.” She pressed his arm, giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“Being fucked among the ducks.” She imitates a c***d’s voice, “Mummy, how was I conceived?”

#

Dark boiling clouds and rising wind signal the coming of an August storm ending the heat wave. Ignoring the cloying heat he twists in the seat forcing his legs deep into his thigh high boots, his mind creating heart-beating pictures, the blue eyes clouding with pleasure, the long deep plunges, the exquisite sensation of delivering his semen. Then her laughter, pointing to the surplus sliding out of her white and warm, forming thin threads before pooling on her booted feet.

The storm is nearer now and he has pushed open the laboratory door, buttoning his raincoat, boots strapped up to his belt flexing and creaking. He presses a gloved hand to his crotch and feels a familiar thickening, the second time this month: the third, he reminds himself, in four weeks, a product, he has decided, of uncontrollable lust rather than scientific timing. It was difficult to admit but the desire to prove his fecundity had won itself a priority. He refused his mind permission to dwell on it.

The first raindrops form splashes on the windscreen as he pictures her standing, a small and vulnerable figure smothered inside a long raincoat, hat tied under the chin, and in her high wading boots, waiting under the porch of the visitor centre, nervous, excited.

It will, except for the storm, be a repeat of last month, and the month before that – back to May. There will be the embrace, then back to the Land Rover, the drive to the marsh where they will park before more kisses and she will ask him if he is excited, anticipating enjoying her small body. Then they will wade across the lake and once there she will kneel in her boots, lifting his coat so she can find and draw out what she likes to call “the babymaker”. For now the performance has become more elaborate, her enthusiasm on a new scale. Now she will hold it in gloved fingers and smile at him, fingering the foreskin, easing it back. He can hear her voice, “Let me kiss it ‘till I can feel it touching the back of my throat, then I know it’s really filled and ready to do me.”

He will grunt, hands stroking the wet rainhat, until she removes her mouth, looking first up at him, the rain sparkling on her face, then down to the erection standing out from between the tops of his boots. She will stare at it, eyes wide, before positioning herself. Those first strokes, she had told him, were among the best; being stretched open was such a wonderful feeling. He could hear her voice pitched higher. “Big slow strokes.”

He smiled at the thought of her wide-eyed response to his assurance that he loved the feeling of her tensing herself on his penis. It stimulated him, he told her, to massage her very core with every thrust of his boots pressed tight between hers, his “babymaker” pumping away. She had responded by analyzing the ejaculation – the “hot flood”, then a second lesser one; a pause then the penis would throb with a final spurt before she felt it contract. Was that, she had asked, a good scientific description of the arrival of four million sperm?

What he now enjoyed was witnessing her panting orgasm signaling the arrival of the “hot flood”. He loved it when she called out his name as he reached the point of his climax. She had smiled when he told her, as they caressed afterwards, that she should call the baby Harold if it was a boy; Harriet if it was a girl.

The storm was short and they waited in the Land Rover until the worst had passed. Myra, held firmly in his arms, shrieking and holding hands to her ears with each coming rumble following the lightning flash. He tried to distract her, shouting above the rattle of rain on the roof, telling her she should leave Kate and he’d find her a small apartment where he could visit her. Then intercourse would be simple. Another flash, another crash, another shriek, then a shake of the head.

Moving through the dripping woods and across the storm soaked marsh, they had waded to the island and performed as he had pictured and she had repeated her thunderstorm shriek with his ejaculation. She excused herself saying had been like a internal thunderstorm. “You poured it in like a cloudburst.” And for the first time she called him “darling” and pointed to the white streaks around the boot tops. “A display of your scientific fertility.”

Standing, she had put her small arms to his waist, turned and pressed her head against his coat. “I like doing it out in the reeds: seeing the sky, the fresh smell of the air, the splash of the water, the lovely feeling of being properly fucked by a real man.”

The water had risen almost to the tops of her waders in the storm flooded stream and he had to hold her. What, she had wanted to know as they climbed the bank, was the best position for fucking when the foetus was evident? She had, she feared, now got so used to what he liked to call penile intromission she would feel deprived without it. “Bet you will too and you’ll need to find another Myra.”

#

September arrived with cold winds and tears. Harold offered his handkerchief to dry her eyes. “My millions of sperm that reach your uterus are nourished by the mucus of the cervical canal – what you call your ‘juice’ - but sometimes the alkali balance is too strong and kills the sperm – hence we are trying these tablets.”

He holds her close, stroking. “ Another possibility is with the fertilized egg. It travels down the uterus within a week and it grows projections which enable it to burrow into the lining of the uterus and once it has happened pregnancy begins. But sometimes – a process called nidation - it fails and the result is a heavy and debilitating period such as you have just experienced.”

He kissed the top of her head. “It’s not something to worry about. Here again the tablets may help but usually nature corrects the problem and it only requires patience.”

A tear stained face looks up at him. “I never thought making a baby would be this difficult, especially as now we both enjoy it so much.”

#

The only light was on the first floor of the laboratory, a beam of yellow and silver forming a path across the car park and the marsh silent in the thin cold November rain. She climbed the stairs and found him leaning across the bench studying a report.

“Hello, not interrupting anything important?”

The wet raincoat removed, the hat and wet boots heaved off: a small form in a plaid skirt and white cotton blouse with V top and fringed hems; face wearing a shiny foundation, false eyelashes and lip gloss. She moved round the bench and there was the embrace and a kiss. No, she was not interrupting anything important. A pause for another kiss, she put his hand to her blouse, pressing in his fingers. “Big and soft is what you said.”

He stared over his spectacles. “You must take special care of your mammary glands as you’ll need them so always wear a good bra.”

“I left it off, Mr Sexpert, so you could examine them.” Deep cleavage appeared followed by the sight of a pink nipple. “And the panties will come off easy so you can inspect that inviting area too.”

“Myra, don’t be stupid. We are in the laboratory, someone will come in.”

“We can go somewhere, anywhere, so you can examine them.” She looked up at him, a hand feeling for his zipper, whispering. “I want to excite you. ” She licked her lips. “You do enjoy it? You do don’t you, I can see it in your eyes?”

“I don’t deny you easily get me aroused.”

“I get aroused just thinking about it. I don’t know what has happened to me. I really don’t know. I’ve been so, well - what’s the phrase you scientists use - so clinically detached. Now I start thinking about you when I’m doing other things and next my hand is down and I’m fingering myself and that makes me wet.” A pause, lips are licked. “I’ve gone all goofy, not like me at all. Is it one of those parturition indicators you talked about?”

He looked quickly round the laboratory then pressed her small nubile body against him. “You’ve a gift for bad timing, picking the worst possible moments. And what is Kate going to say about these blatant sexual advances?”

“She’s not going to know about them.”

He bent, found her lips and took a kiss. “There’s almost week before...”

“More I do it, better the chances. Beside I’m in the mood for - what’s the proper name? - penile activity.”

“I’ll see if I can book a room at the motel.”

She disengaged from the kiss. “Can’t wait that long.”

She lifted herself up onto him, her arms around his shoulders. “Ten seconds and I’m out of my skirt and panties. Another kiss. Her right hand disengaged from his neck and went exploring. “Lock the door then let me check Harold’s babymaker – see if I can wake it up.”

He returned from the door, turning off the laboratory lights so only the reflected glow from the outside security lighting illuminated the room. The zipper was open, he lifted her onto the bench, pulled her free hand forward and she sighed at the feel under her fingers. He grunted, “I don’t know if the angle is right, this bench is thirty-two inches from the floor.”

“Well try. It’ll be a first - a scientific experiment.” She giggled. “Can you feel me stroking? I can feel the sperm pump filling.” The other hand joined the first. “Tell me when you’re ready. I know I am. Want to feel it shooting in.” She pushed her mouth forward but his lips were out of reach. “Been wanting you inside me for the best part of today.”

A silent pause broken by quickened breathing, instruments on the table clinking together as she pushed herself towards him. Her hands moved back to his shoulders and the voice was strangled with emotion, almost a whisper. “I want to feel you going into me, Harold, fuck me.”

It was a difficult angle and Myra -five two - against Harold’s five eleven - found herself off the table, legs wrapped around his torso, arms circling his neck, jerking herself against him like an inexpert tree climber. “You’re not in deep.”

“This is absurd.” He pulled out and she squeaked and her feet found the floor. “And security will be making their rounds soon.”

“Let’s wade to the island and do it there. I like it best there.” Her voice in the half darkness had a pleading tone. “I want you so badly.”

Harold shook his head. “I confess I’m just as frustrated as you are but in a week you will be ovulating again and we’ll go a proper hotel – London maybe and take in a show as well - and - well, maybe this time you’ll score.”

“Never mind scoring, I just want you. Let’s recline the seats and do it in the Land Rover.”

“I should rent a flat and we could have sex every night by the clock and again early morning which is supposed to be a propitious time.” He moved to the door and restored the lights.

She blinked at the glare, wiping tears. “ It’s just so..” she hunted for a word. “…just so awesome feeling you going in and – well, it calms me. I sleep wonderfully after.”

She found the raincoat, pushed her feet into the boots, the lights were switched off again and she followed him down the stairs. There was a small reception area by the front door with two upholstered upright chairs for waiting visitors. He paused and looked around then moved one away from the window to a dark corner and placed himself, undoing his flies. “Climb aboard and ride me.”

“Saw it in a movie but I don’t think I can do it like that?”

“Because of you I’m uncomfortably fired up now so open the coat and the blouse, slip out of the skirt and pants and I’ll show you.”

She found his lap in the dark and cautiously lifted herself on to his knees. “Can’t see for you to put your plunger in.”

“Feet on the floor, lift yourself up and then when I say, go down slowly and I’ll guide it in.”

“Like this... oh...oh...” A long sigh, a sucking of expelled air. “Oh.”

His voice was tense. “Now, up and down. You must do some of the work”

Noisy breathing. “This is nice, Harold, this is making me feel so much better.”

The chair creaked in time with the rhythm. “Oh, Harold, you’re enjoying it too, I can just see your eyes all big and shiny. I’m all dizzy.”

Breathless voice. “Go down again slow, then quick and I’ll come”

The creaking became a rattle, her boots sc****d on the tiled floor, then a shriek followed by a gasp. “Oh Harold, that was totally awesome.” She lifted herself off. “That was some fuck. Oh, I can feel I’ve stained your trousers and I am messed up too, all down the lining of the coat.”

“The toilets are over there and you can put the light on now. I think though we have buggered up this chair.”

Half an hour later they were in the Kings Arms facing each other over the table, over their drinks, exchanging shy smiles.

“I love the feeling of having your semen inside me. I’d like you to invent some kind of plug to keep it all in me rather than leaking out, like now. I’m so messed up - I’ve ruined these panties - but I’m throbbing, warm all over.” She touched his hand and pressed it. “Would you analyze that as being an orgasm? If it was it was awesome.”

“Sorry about the pants, in bed we’d only have soiled sheets to contend with.”

“We left lovely circle marks that time at the hotel – two shades of brown.” She touched his arm. “Right now I’d love to curl up against you in bed and go to sleep with your arms round me.”

“We’ll do that next time. That’s a promise.”

Sipping her drink, she gazed as if trying to memorize every feature of his face. “I don’t know how to say this and I expect you will be furious annoyed but I’ve got to tell you.” Another gulp at the drink. “I think I must have fallen in love with you or something really, really crazy like that.”

He continued looking at her, his own gaze not shifting. “No, I am not annoyed, rather I’m very flattered. It can be a positive healthy thing the emotional bond between the mother and the father of her c***d.”

She nodded. “Not a sperm donor but a lover. That sounds totally nice - Harold my lover.”

“But you’ve already got a lover - Kate.”

“So, lucky me, I’ve got myself two lovers and it’s not Christmas yet.”

He stood up, still staring, holding the glasses to go to the bar. “Maybe so but I’m not sure now how this will all pan out for you, or for me.”

“I was in an amateur operatic group one time and we did ‘Kismet’.”

He turned away. “If you trying to say you are a fatalist, I don’t buy it. Gin and tonic,yes?” He smiled. “No, of course, no alcohol for a putative expectant mother.”

“A vodka tonic. Sadly, I’m not a putative or expectant anything yet.”

#

Although it was now late Spring, it was cold in the hall; economising on the heating. Chairs did not feature in the furniture and the women were s**ttered across the room perched on cushions, instructed to stretch their macroiliac joints.

AAll those years of being told at school to sit with my legs neatly arranged,@ A woman looked at Myra. AAnd now they tell us to sprawl splayed out all anyhow. My headmistress would have had a fit.@

AIf your waters break and they are brown, khaki or green,” said the midwife, Athen ring the hospital. The baby's in distress.@

Myra swallowed, looked round the walls for distraction. Large printed posters: 'Is it Time?' (a cartoon woman in a skirt with a pool of water between her feet) and 'How will I Cope?' (the same cartoon woman minus her skirt, encircled with syringes and scissors, pear-shaped tears dripping from her face). She hastily forced her mind to wanderY

It had been the two days before Christmas and Harold had found her weeping holding out the tester. He had stared first at the tester, then at her, grabbed her round the waist lifted her off the floor hurled her round then kissed her. “I’ve done it then.” She had corrected him. “No, I’ve done it with your help. It was my falling in love with the sperm donor that finally did the trick.”

He had smiled. “Well, that excuses me from buying you a Christmas present.” More serious. “But now comes the tough part.”

Myra stared up at the hall ceiling. Yes, he had got that right. She shuddered. Kate had gone nuclear when she had thrown up over her piano. Then every morning, head into the toilet bowl, late to work and told off.

The faint but distinctive smell of disinfectant mixed with antiseptic brought the room back into focus. The midwife, who looked to be younger than anyone else in the room except for Myra, was holding up a plastic-headed rag doll. A crimson silk sachet was attached to its body by a long cherry-coloured ribbon. AThe placenta, as some of you will know…@ The midwife paused holding up the sachet. AThen it squeezes out and comes down through the pelvis like this. But sometimes it gets stuck - like this, or this - and sometimes it's upside down which usually means a Caesarean. Once it's out, we tug the umbilical cord@ - she pulled on the ribbon - Aand out pops the afterbirth.@

ABe prepared for a lot of blood.@ A woman seated by the window pitched her voice to a near pain level. AI wasn't, I fainted. I'd just like to say, I'd just like to say that it's not as easy as it looks. I have been through it, you see.@ She looked pointedly at the midwife, who obviously had not.

ACoffee time,@ said the midwife hastily.

While they dipped digestive biscuits into their plastic beakers, they watched a video of a woman howling in labour. Myra decided it couldn’t be like that all-the way through and these must just be the edited highlights, like the sports results after the news. She decided she had heard and seen enough. Harold had said ante natal classes were all going to be about breathing and exercises. She closed her mind to reality.

She saw Harold reaching down between booted legs and parting them: the smell of crushed reeds and, yes, bird shit; his voice, “Are you sure about this.” She saw the peculiar veined shape of his monster babymaker with its large head framed by folded skin. “Are you sure about this.” Yes, she was sure. Now she wasn’t. It had been the craziest idea of her entire life to date. Listening to these women she had the awful certainty she could never be a proper mother. bloody hell, she’d had no training. But Harold – oh Harold - he had been just so wonderful. And she was sure she was going to get him into the most terrible trouble.

Myra returned from her frightened thoughts to hear a woman at the window declare, AAnyone who tells you it=s a beautiful experience is lying. It=s torture, even with an anaesthetic B the worst pain you=ll ever feel. It=s like that scene from the movie ‘Alien’ where the monster bursts from the astronaut=s stomach.@

ABody image, body image,@ said the young midwife abstractedly, looking up in her notes. ABe positive. Your newly changing body is never to be thought ugly, only different.@

Myra looked down and stroked her bump thoughtfully. She returned to her reverie.

A father figure was what Kate had called him. In the sense that he was the father of the foetus giving her so much grief, she was right. No, Harold was just her donor. Harold was an amazing gentle and caring person. No, Harold would insist on her following some strict scientific c***d raising regime. Probably Kate would too. Damn, she had never thought it through properly. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Myra landed back on the planet with a bump. They were arguing about breastfeeding and the young midwife seemed to be losing. A woman was expounding: AGet over disturbed nights, nappies and toilet training and then the really hard work begins. The moment you give birth you can forget leisurely lie-ins, last minute holidays or spontaneous screwing.@

The last word spun Myra back into space. Would Harold expect her to be available for him after the birth. She recalled making some vague promises.

She switched back into the hall where the woman was in full flow. APriority and omnipotence – that is what babies demand. They rule your life. I blame myself. I shouldn’t=t have let him near me at that time of the month.@

Myra gulped at the last phrase- the calendar on the back of the door and the hurried calls to him after reading a thermometer and looking in a mirror for tell-tale dried mucus on the vulva. Then, that warm autumn Sunday afternoon, they had waded to the island and it had been different; especially loving, they had taken time, caresses and kisses before she had held it and inserted it. It had been unhurried, a hundred delicious tremors until she had been begging him. It had seemed of longer duration and she had been overwhelmed with her emotional reaction.

The room returned with a voice directed at the harried midwife,ADoes the father have to come in with you?' The class started to break up. 'I mean, wouldn't it put him off for good?@

ANonsense. A calf length maternity frock broke in. AIt does the selfish bastards good to see what we have to go through. My God, they're not the ones writhing in agony, are they? Wham bam, thank you ma'am, that's their attitude unless you rub their noses in it. Every woman should force the man to be there.@

With a start, Myra realised the class was over and they were all milling around the hall finding coats, trying to decide on what buttons could safely be fastened.

She struggled into her boots and coat and stood outside looking for the lights of the Land Rover. A woman took Myra=s arm. AYour first? Take fuck all notice of what they said in there. Mood swings. When you have a baby, you fall in love like you’d never ever believe, and without being unfaithful or having to shave your legs.@ Lights came out of the dark with the hum of an engine. AAnd there is nothing in the wide universe to beat the pleasure of a man inserting his rod, shooting you up and getting your ovaries to do their stuff.@ Myra had nodded, thanked her, and found herself smiling

Myra let him come round and hold the door open for her. AHow was it?@ he asked solicitously. She heaved herself into the passenger seat and sighed. She thought it had been fine. He looked at her. AI=ll bet you=re already getting as impatient as I am.@

She took his arm. “Oh Harold, I don’t think I can do this, not by myself, I’m scared shitless.”

“Yes you can, and I’m going to be there to see you do.”

He turned the car into the main road and horned a pedestrian making a late dash before the lights changed. AStupid bastard.@ The tone of voice didn=t change. AI do love you, you know. I thought you should know that. @

ANo, I don=t know.@

AI realised right after those first times when we performed intercourse in the rain in a very sexy costume of raincoats and waders, I realised I could not have done it unless I loved you.@

AAnd I realise now I’ll not be able to go through with it without my loving you.@

AThat=s all right then.@ They drove on in silence.

“I was talking to that agent again about the vacant cottage to rent barely nine miles away. You don’t owe Kate anything and we are going to live there – you, me and Harriet.”

She corrected him, “He’s a Harold – you saw the scan.”

“Indistinct scan – a girl – a little Myra – believe me.” He switched to headlights as the park came into distant view. “We are going to live together in the cottage and if I shape up as a nappy changer, you might even decide to marry me.”

“Oh Harold, I can’t. I’m too stupid about everything. It’s not right.”

“No, scientifically speaking, it probably isn’t. But it’s what we are going to do.”

There was a pause at traffic lights for roadworks and he chuckled. “I think we should get married before the arrival of the second one of the four you once mentioned as your family project.”

“That was just a joke.”

“Scientists don’t do jokes.” Another chuckle. “So you will need to select bridal trousseau with the emphasis on maternity wear.”

She lent over and kissed his cheek as he jerked the LR into gear. “Darling, could we discuss this with your babymaker inside me. That’s when I feel loved and then we might share more sensible visions.”

“The weather forecast tomorrow is for showers but we can meet nice and early before even the migrant birds are fully awake and, suitably dressed in our sexy raincoats and boots, we will wade to an island in the marsh where I take sex-starved women and where I know we will not be disturbed.” He winked, used a free hand to stroke her hair. “There I can show you the rental agreement for the cottage and we can go through the Mothercare catalogue. Then I might …”

“Oh Harold! Oh darling! Oh shit!”

“Just one thing though, it’s called making love, not fucking from now on.”

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Utopia Stories! Alright, everybody, it’s time to put on your reading glasses cause we’re going on an adventure. It’s going to be an adventure of a lifetime, so if I were you, I would buckle up. Welcome to UtopiaStories.com, one of the finest places on the internet to read amazing BDSM stories that have been picked out to be the best. Not just any story can be uploaded to this website, which means that only the best stories get through. And, of course, the site is entirely free, as are all the...

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SexStories69

Sex Stories 69! There are times in every horny bastard’s life when pictures or videos won’t cut it. Fantasizing about that hot bitch you will never have the opportunity to fuck won’t get you off either. Hell, thinking about something fucked up like your mother riding your penis also won’t get the job done!Sometimes, you just need to read some written erotica to cum. But I’m not talking about one of those old fucking romance books your grandmother read as your mother rode your little ghost cock....

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Two Hundred Stories

Two Hundred Stories An Essay By Maryanne Peters I think that you have to exclude last month's thank you note, so it seems to me that yesterday's "Marrying the Cop" was my two hundredth story. In my thank you note I told everybody how much I enjoy the release of writing TG fiction, and how much more joy there is in getting feedback and encouragement. I decided that I should write a short essay on my approach to TG fiction. The last time I did this (at 100 stories) I was accused...

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Bellesa Stories

The erotic stories Bellesa offers have caught my attention for a while now, but I’ll be honest, I never actually read a whole one before today. While I’ve always been a fan of the written word, I’m also a modern pervert. I’m used to cranking it to hi-res dirty movies, the very kind that distracts me from all those words pretty much every time I’ve ever looked at Bellesa.co or any of their other websites. Their content tends to be softer and more sensual than your usual cum-drenched reality porn...

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Literotica Lesbian Stories

I know it may be hard to believe, but not everyone is out there fapping to hardcore vore videos or anal fisting movies. There are still horny fucks out there who haven’t completely desensitized their brains and dicks to that sort of shit. Or maybe they just prefer fapping to softer shit like erotica. That’s right; we’re diving deep into the minds of horny writers and aspiring storytellers who think they know how to write a sultry, sexy short story or two. If you love romance, sexy babes, and...

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Lush Stories

LushStories! One of the glorious things about porno is that it lets us see our fantasies played out in lurid, living color. Sometimes, though, your fantasies get ruined by bad acting, unenthusiastic humping or fucked-up breast implants. I know some of you perverts are into stuff too kinky for video, too. These are just a couple of the reasons erotic story sites like lushstories.com will always stick around, even in a futuristic world of live webcam boobs and VR sex helmets.Written porn...

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Literotica Interracial Sex Stories

Do you want to masturbate to something different than the same old tube site pornography? If you want content that feels more intimate and will get you off in a different way, don't knock erotic fiction until you've tried it.What, you mean reading takes too much time and effort? You lazy mother fucker! You don't have a choice now: head over to Literotica.com/Interracial and check out their insane library of interracial content.You will find all kinds of sexy fucking fiction to read here. Who...

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Reading Stories

A big 'Thank You' to WanderingScot for editing this story and making it a much better read... Where do I start? Two days before Christmas and here I am sitting in a bar wondering where I had gone wrong. My wife Sue and I had a hell of an argument. All because I read adult stories on the computer. It all started a few years ago when I started reading erotic stories on line. After seven plus years of marriage the sex wasn't happening as often as I liked. So after fifteen thousand arguments...

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Sexy Stories

Reddit is full of great NSFW subs and I love exploring through them and seeing what it is that they have to offer. And in the end, I find all kinds of content. I find amazing pictures, sexy videos, and then some subs are entirely text-based. And when you think of text, you probably don’t have sex as the first association to that word, even though it does rhyme. Well, /r/sexystories changes that, with some of the sexiest fictional and non-fictional stories for you to read and enjoy. There are...

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Reddit GoneWild Stories

Reddit GoneWild Stories, aka r/GoneWildStories! Everyone likes masturbating to videos nowadays because people’s attention spans have been reduced to just a few second bursts over the past two decades. You can’t expect generations who have grown up staring at screens to pay much attention to the world around them anyway, especially when all those hot juicy porn videos are online and freely watchable.There are millions of porn clips on the internet right now, and there has been for a long...

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Literotica Incest Stories

As I have pointed out in my previous review of Literotica, I think that overall, this is a great website to access incredible, amateur-made amorous stories. Having revisited this website, now with an emphasis on the specific genres of written porn, I think I like this website even more than when I first reviewed it. And since it has become a minor obsession of mine, I will go through all of the steamy stories of a questionable and taboo nature.There's Not A Shortage Of Steamy Stories, Nor Will...

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Incest Stories

Reddit Incest Stories, aka r/IncestStories! Just when I think I’ve seen enough weird shit on Reddit, a new sub comes in from out of the left field to surprise me yet again. /r/IncestStories is today’s offender, with an unoriginal take on a topic that’s already been beaten to death. But, they’re great at what they do, bring tons of quality to the table, and if you like reading one-handed, they might just be the sub for you.Keeping it in the FamilyFirst, I thought incest porn was a fad, then I...

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Reddit Incest Stories

Reddit Incest Stories, aka r/Incest! Welcome to Reddit, a wonderful place driven by its community, with many hot subreddits you can enjoy and browse for free. I am sure that by itself, Reddit is the place that could satisfy anyone’s desires. However, if you are here, then you are probably interested in the incest section of Reddit, right? Well, this section is filled with lots and lots of dirty incest-related posts.I think that the name alone should tell you whether you are interested in what...

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Nifty Stories

Nifty Erotic Stories Archive! Erotic literature is the oldest form of smut known to man. It was porn before porn was invented. Dating back to the days of Ancient Greece, epic erotic poems were primarily how people used to get their fap on. Well, in between having gay butt sex with one another, of course (look it up, it was a totally common activity in Ancient Greece).Erotic lit has survived throughout the ages, though, and is still a popular form of smut even in today’s day and age. That’s...

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The Summer Ill Never Forget 52 Shared Stories

Steph went upstairs with her box that now read 'Fluffy' instead of her name. As she reached her room she threw the box onto her bed to remind her of it later. She took off her shirt and simply dropped it on the ground. Steph's breasts still felt sore and swollen to the point where she won't need a bra because her breasts wasn't going to move much. Oh well she needn't worry about that right at this moment. She took off her Tennessee college basketball shorts simply letting it fall to the ground....

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Literotica Trans Stories

The first porn in the world was not drawn onto cave walls or carved into the ash of a recent fire. Instead, they took place inside the human mind. Cavemen would sit alone in the forest, picturing all manner of foul things they would like to do to the tribe leaders’ wives. This was the only way to masturbate for tens of thousands of years. Sure, you could draw on the walls, but they only served to fuel the imagination.In this age of extreme stimulation, few can still masturbate with their mind...

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Dirty Stories

Mike told his friends all about Maria. But, for various reasons, he never mentioned what she told him about Frank Sinatra.He knew his friends wouldn’t have been interested in stuff like that. They wanted dirt, and no-one told sex stories better than Mike. They listened mutely, hard-ons hidden by crossed legs, to his descriptions, no explicit detail skipped. His stories about Maria were something else, and they were made more special for something Mike never said: that all the while he was...

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99 Sissy Stories

99 SISSY STORIES by Throne I've read about things like this happening but never thought I would experience it. My wife Grace discovered my stash of TV magazines and all the pictures I'd clipped out of her discarded catalogs that showed fashions I liked. She had me trapped with no way that I could deny my guilt or convince her that I wasn't attracted to wearing those things. She sat me down on a footstool in our den and stood in front of me. She has a sweet girlish face and an...

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Reddit Sex Stories

Reddit Sex Stories, aka r/SexStories! What is the sexiest part of the human body? Is it the titty, that beautiful and bouncy gland that delivers milk, the nectar of human life? Or is it the booty, that bubbly round peach from whence poop comes? Many fetishists would argue that it’s the foot, while your typical vanilla dude might go crazy about a really tight cunt. A bunch of big-brained fancy pants often claim the sexiest human organ is actually the mind.We live in a time of extremely realistic...

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To those who choose to read our stories

While I have been waiting to have my stories validated for viewing I have sent them to various friends, people I know and had my wife read them too. I know many of you who read them will say how gay I am or whatever, and everyone’s entitled to their own opinion. I suppose I do tend to be more gay than straight, which is why I say I’m bi, but when I went to count up how many men and women I’ve fucked, or been fucked by, in the past year, I was surprised at my tally. I don’t really count my...

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TrueAnal

What’s in a name? True Anal implies that all the other butt-humping porno sites are fake and that they’ve got something more real, more raw, and hopefully more sexy. Can it be true?Like so many of the babes that grace its scenes, True Anal is a young site, which makes their claim of higher truth in porn even bolder. They’ve only been serving up hardcore anal sex footage since 2015. Today I’ll go in through the front door to find out if their back-door entertainment is really as true as they’re...

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TrueFMK

Reddit TrueFMK, aka r/TrueFMK! We have all played the game called Fuck/Marry/Kill, and this subreddit is made for that game as well. Welcome to r/TrueFMK/, and in case you did not know what FMK stood for, now you do. You are welcome to check out all that this website has to offer since Reddit is a free site, to begin with. So, you can browse on your own, or you can read to see what the4 fuck I have to say.One of the main reasons I love Reddit is simply because it offers a little bit of...

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Bimbo stories

Here are some bimbo stories featuring mind control, body modification and more. These are based on stories that were on the bimbo boutique which is now dead. Beeing a bimbo means all of your life is now devoted to having sex, and giving men as much sexual pleasure as you can give them. Whether you became a bimbo by choice or because some external force forced you into becoming one, all your future holds is sexual pleasure in any way the men desire and you can give them with plenty of body...

Mind Control
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From Bisexual JeffRules For Comment On My Stories

Judging by the tens of thousands of times all my stories have been read, most of you have enjoyed them. Some haven’t and that is fine too, I’m not trying to please everyone, or really anyone, I’m writing what buzzes around in my head at times. Enjoy them, don’t enjoy them…totally up to you. But do NOT leave shitty comments about someone you know who died of AIDS, please, THIS is not the site for that. Everyone reads the stories, the titles pretty much tell you what the story is, so...

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Ghost Stories

-Richard Matheson, “I Am Legend” *** Dora’s ghost and Jill’s ghost left the basement at midnight, dragging chains all the way up the apartment building’s thirteen floors. The chains were Dora’s idea. “If we’re going to haunt people, we should have chains,” she said. Jill thought it was silly, but she didn’t argue. Dora had always gotten her way when they were alive, and some things never changed. While they haunted the apartments, they told scary stories. “…and when the...

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Ghost Stories

“A surfeiting of terror soon makes terror a cliché.”-Richard Matheson, “I Am Legend”*Dora’s ghost and Jill’s ghost left the basement at midnight, dragging chains all the way up the apartment building’s thirteen floors. The chains were Dora’s idea. “If we’re going to haunt people, we should have chains,” she said. Jill thought it was silly, but she didn’t argue. Dora had always gotten her way when they were alive, and some things never changed.While they haunted the apartments, they told scary...

Supernatural
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Amazing Adult Stories

A Note From The Editor: Hello and welcome to the first issue of Amazing Adult Stories, a magazine dedicated to bringing you the best, the most exciting, the most amazing accounts of awe-inspiring adventure, of daring deeds of daredevilry, of enticing erotic endeavours! Yes, this is the magazine aimed at the reader who wishes to be left thrilled and filled with wondrous excitement as he or she flips through the pages and delves deeper into the amazing tales stored within. This is the magazine...

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Another One of Those Stories

I was in what sociologists would call an "at risk" group. You've read the same stories I have and know the type: long dirty blond, some would say red hair, great figure, married to a sweet guy who makes plenty of money, two children in preschool. I was... well a lady never tells her age, but I'd hit that time in life we all know is coming, when women start to get horny enough to "do" things. I had been a virgin when we married, as was my husband, Gary, so we didn't know much about sex....

4 years ago
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Making Love Stories

Have you ever wanted to do stories on your Old Flame, Girlfriend, or Crush in the past here you can. Girlfriends Only Guys and Girls there's no judgment here can put any girlfriend or crush they like, if you don't want to use their real name you can make up the name you can choose to name location, person, or thing, all you like. If you were in a relationship and it didn't work out the way you wanted, but we're in situations that you wish went differently. Here you have the chance to rewrite...

Romance
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nipplestrecher Posts stories

nipplestrecher Posts & storiesWoman's ? about dogsDogs aren’t like men, even though all the erotic stories you read give them human characteristics. In the stories, you stimulate them by hand, or orally, get them erect, then achieve penetration. Then the stories have the dog perform intercourse for a while, eventually getting the knot inside somehow. Then, the stories say, the dog ejaculates, and withdraws. All are stories written by men who have no idea how the process actually...

4 years ago
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First Time on Lush Stories

Brooke’s first time on Lush Stories was nearly ten years ago and it was one she will have a hard time ever forgetting. Like most functioning humans, Brooke had been curious about sex since she was a girl. But she was never good with flirting, dating or with the opposite sex in general. So, most of the time she just created fantasies in her mind, the kind she knew would probably never come true, it was just too far out of her shy zone. Her fantasizing would get intense at times. One time it even...

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BBC Van Stories

This story is fictional and there is no such town found in California, or in the United States as far as I know. It's set in the 2000's and it is not true. It's predicated on fantasy, and like all of my stories, it involves interracial sex between a white woman and a group of black men. If you cannot handle such stories, then don't read it. No one is forcing you to. For all others who like my writing... I hope you enjoy. It's something I'm trying so please don't beat me up too much. :)*****In...

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Bedtime Stories

After showering, Lisa put on her new lingerie. She had just bought this little set and liked what she saw in the mirror. Her body was still in good shape at thirty-nine. Yes, she was a little softer in some spots than she had once been, but she knew other women would kill for her for her taut ass and perky boobs. The dark grey girls' shorts were comfortable and sexy at the same time, and the matching balconette bra made her chest a little fuller. A year ago she would never have dressed like...

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Bedtime Stories

After showering, Lisa put on her new lingerie. She had just bought this little set and liked what she saw in the mirror. Her body was still in good shape at thirty-nine. Yes, she was a little softer in some spots than she had once been, but she knew other women would kill for her for her taut ass and perky boobs. The dark grey girls' shorts were comfortable and sexy at the same time, and the matching balconette bra made her chest a little fuller. A year ago she would never have dressed like...

Straight Sex
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Just Like the Stories

Just Like the StoriesChapter 1It took me two years to convert my basement into my very own custom dungeon.  I had to dig extra space through the wall in my basement to create a separate room that would not be on the blue prints.  Just taking the time to make sure I was digging in an area that didn’t have any underground wires and pipes took a while in itself.  I laid down a layer of soundproofing in between two layers of brick for the walls, floors and ceiling of this six foot by ten foot room,...

4 years ago
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First time reading Lushstories

This is my story of how I came about being a erotic story reader. This is a true story and experience, so please bear with me, it is also my first time writing on this topic. A few years back when I was still in college I started working a few hours each night part time in a call survey center. In the service center that I worked there were 4 or 5 floors with endless rows of cubicles. One night while on break, a few of us were talking about passing the time at work and a fellow co-worker...

3 years ago
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First time reading Lushstories

This is my story of how I came about being a erotic story reader. This is a true story and experience, so please bear with me; it is also my first time writing on this topic. A few years back when I was still in college I started working a few hours each night part time in a call survey center. In the service center that I worked there were 4 or 5 floors with endless rows of cubicles. One night while on break, a few of us were talking about passing the time at work and a fellow co-worker...

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She Helped Me Write Dirty Stories

She Helped Me Write Dirty Stories My sister Amanda was standing right behind me and she scared the shit out of me when she asked, “What are you doing?” I jumped and I tried to change screens on my computer when Amanda said, “You can’t write for shit.” I turned around and said, “Get to hell out of my bedroom and don’t come back.” Amanda said, “I’ve read better stuff than that on the wall of the girl’s bathroom.” I said, “Get out.” Then I pointed at my door but she didn’t...

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Submit Audio Sex Stories

Does the thought of recording and sharing your sex experience and sex fantasies, in your own unique voice, turns you on? Are you someone who loves recording and sharing your sex experiences and fantasies in your own voice rather than writing them up? Or even better, are you someone who loves to give your story a voice version along with the written version? If yes, you can now submit your audio sex stories to IndianSexStories.net! It’s easy, fun and exciting! All you have to do is to record...

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She caught me writing stories

This story is for you Jamie,my wife Rhonda and I have been friends with you for years.Ever since you moved into my parents old house we became closer. So now that you know I write stories like this I might as well write one describing what happened yesterday. Since Jamie was single again she seemed to be always calling on me when there was a problem or a repair that was needed. So yesterday was no different when she called in the morning to come over. I wasn't expecting what really went down....

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Newly Married Yamini Stories

Hi So this is my first time writing on a blog page, it is kind of exciting. 1) Naveen shah My name is Naveen. I am a 33-year-old guy, I work with a private bank in a big city of Mumbai. I am your typical average guy, 7/10 on looks, a little over weight, 5 9 height and fair complexion. 6 years ago I found this amazing girl in an arranged marriage setup. I was wowed by her at once in our first meeting. I couldn’t believe my luck to have met such a beautiful women in an arranged marriage type of...

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Sexual Affair with my Maid to keep myself Warm Free Sex Stories and Adult Erotica Stories

I have a beautiful home in my village. Amidst the mountains, you wake up to the sounds of rare birds and waterfall. The air itself has romance in it. If you are alone, your mind and body will need a companion. At nights it gets tough. The cold weather and the flickering fire can lite up some unknowing desires that insist to be fulfilled. I am writing a story of a sexual affair with my maid and how that became my inspiration. When lonely, only way to survive is to have a drink and watch some...

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Why Im writing my stories

All of my stories are true. Obviously, names will be changed and nobody can be identified but I thought maybe someone will appreciate what I've lived through. XoxoSo, I was laying in my bed with this middle-aged guy two days ago. I met him at a bar that night and I knew from the moment I saw him that he would be sucking on my clit by the end of the night. We didn't even talk very long before i took his hand and slipped it up my dress. You'll learn that I never wear panties when I wear dresses...

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ANITAS SHORT SLUT STORIES

Hello friends. I hope everyone is ok and hope understanding my stories. I like to tell some more stories of my first experiences with jerking and sucking when I start to be little slut in beginning. I will tell different short stories that I remember the most.Please read my other stories so you can understand my background.THE SECOND TIME I SUCKED COCKAfter I had my first penis in mouth with Leon, I went home with little taste of sperm in mouth. Me and Leon talk at night on internet and he show...

3 years ago
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True Friends and Family

True Family and Friends A Winnisimmet Tales Story By Efin Copyright 2015 Looking In Publications All rights reserved This book is a complete work of fiction. Any possible similarity to another work is completely coincidental and unintentional. Situations are made up based on the author's own feelings and are in no way based on reality. This book...

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Scenes from a Kids Life Group 5 Songs Stories

Scenes from a Kid's Life Group 5: Songs; Stories ©2006 by Jan S Edited by Amelia R. Songs: Ally heard the piano; he threw his pencil up in the air and ran out of the room; he thought that Jim was home, and he badly needed to talk to Jim, and he badly needed an excuse to quit doing homework. Whenever he divided a half a cake by one fourth, he kept winding up with more cake than he started with. How dumb was that? Why couldn't math be logical? And finding out why Jim had...

3 years ago
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Relatively Short Stories

A quick and dirty story collection by a group of great writers! These are meant to be shorter smut stories than the usual sprawling works you might find on the site. And that's all you need to know! These stories will fall into any setting. Any genre. A story might be in a normal contemporary setting. One might be fantastical! There could be sci-fi! Or not. Whatever! The only common theme will be incest. We want to encourage new authors interested in contributing to give it a shot. The most...

Incest
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The Book of Stories

Fair Warning: These stories may contains incest, getting someone pregnant, not using safe contraptions, pegging and shemale. This warning can be updated so please keep an eye. No one is real nor the stories. Everyone is 18 years or older. Got a story idea? Let's here it. (I do not ask for personal information or emails. If it ask for email it is google only and I will not see your email.) Hello and thank you for visiting the To Be Told book shop. We have so many wonderful stories for you...

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