Stories Erotic stories
Friend being a voyeur
I've always enjoyed exhibitionism and voyeurism, but I've never been open enough to another man to really talk to him before my husband. We have great chemistry in every way.However, my fetish is limited to women. I have no desire to have a threesome or have sex with another woman, but the idea of being watched by another woman and observing her has always fascinated me. I told him I wanted to make love with another woman watching, but without her directly participating, to take a shower together—in short, to have a friend to share glances and admiration with in a more intimate way. He said this required extreme trust from the person I invited to avoid unnecessary exposure. I agreed.
The Office Married Woman
I continued my freelance work, but our unstable economy, thanks to our "excellent political class," means companies are cutting exactly what can be cut: consulting services. So I ended up idle most of my time, and staying home without work only created friction with my wife. It was during this low point that, one day, talking to a good friend of mine, he extended an invitation:
Moments at three and six
I could perfectly understand the excess in that brief instant; those seconds, in which everything seems to pass before me, time is sustained until it freezes and the senses are sharpened, the concentration is such that the slightest movement generates information from body to body
First time with his voice
The first time I heard her, I didn't see her.Just her voice, soft and deep, brushing against my ear, as if she knew exactly what I wanted to hear."Close your eyes," he said.I didn't hesitate. Not because I was submissive, but because there was something in his voice that guided me effortlessly.The room was filled with a warm, soft scent. The air was heavy, but it wasn't just warmth I felt.
Twin eggs
The sensation of feeling his cock in my anus was something that was unlike anything previously experienced, his cock was somewhat round at the tip, his glans was like a mushroom, if that, a mushroom that swelled more and more while it rubbed against my anus. But when I had it in front of me it was a post of those that are used to support something heavy, I put it in my mouth little by little, that diameter did not enter me, it was right to my throat in which I could not stand any more fuss, tears came to my eyes trying to fit that robust piece that did not fit further into my throat, I limited myself to sucking it without stopping licking it on all sides, it turned red it was like a light bulb that was going to explode at any moment that did not stop turning on his body was somewhat veiny that protruded from its molding his reddish balls you could notice the two chestnuts that were inside they hung beautifully.
The App Driver Who Abused Me
How are my poor loves?People must have already noticed that I'm publishing my stories of bestiality, alternating with those of sex with humans.The last one was about my initiatives with horses.This one will be about an interaction with a man. But this man took me by force.So it is indeed a story about rape.Whoever knows how to deal with this topic can move on.I thought it best to let you know.
Comforting the Widowed Cousin
Back when Markus, my wife Maria Teresa, and I were still just dating, we often went out with another couple, friends of ours, to have fun. We were always together at dances, parties, and other events in the small town in the interior of São Paulo. In fact, this girl, named Izabel, was my girlfriend's cousin, and the boy, Almir, was a neighbor. Izabel was a tall, fair-skinned brunette with straight black hair and a wonderful body. Knowing her attributes, she liked to wear shorter or tighter clothes to highlight her beautiful feminine features, such as skirts that showed off her plump, beautiful thighs, and dresses that showed off a small waist but ultimately highlighted her magnificent butt.
I ate a widow's crown
Everything I'm sharing here is a true story that happened some time ago. I was doing home renovation work, like painting and small repairs. I was called to get an estimate on a house. When I got there, I met a very cheerful lady, despite having been a widow for about two years.
