LoneMilf's Sexy Snippets

"What was clear to me, was that this whole day was Mattie's way of showing me that I was more than just a secret affair to her.

It would take us a lot longer to come out to our family and at school, but, at that moment, with Mattie holding me close, I would have had the courage to do it."
 
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From "Dee's Journal:"

https://literotica.com/s/dees-journal-to-be-not-lonely

His tool was stiff, vertical, and red, even through the latex. It slid in very nicely as I mounted it.

The worst I can possibly look during sex is in cowgirl. I’m absolutely convinced that everything I have squashes down into a lumpy ziggurat. This was the acid test. Looking at me, like this, he’d have to cringe.

He didn’t.
 
You had fallen instantly asleep. Head on my chest.

Early morning, knew I had a long drive, had to get ahead of the traffic.

You muzzled in deep, savouring my warmth, smelling my man scent, aware that I was hard, erect.

‘You’ve gotta go’

‘Got to have you, but it’ll have to be a quickie’

I lift your legs, gently enter you.

You sigh at the bliss of the first few inches of entry.

I love you, hard, deep, purposeful strokes.

You know it can’t last, you need to extract every enjoyment.

Soon, you clench down on me, hard.

‘Oh yes, baby!’

You feel me stop, twitch, throb, grunt as my seed floods you.

‘Go, baby, come back soon’.

You hear the shower run.

Feel my cum slipping down your thighs.

Your finger explores your clit, touching it lightly, using my cum as extra wetness……
This seems a smidge over 280 characters. 😂
 
December 6
“You missed a spot”, I tell you while pointing to the floor.
You quickly crawl there. I have a perfect view of your shapely ass under the skimpy maid’s dress.
You scrub. Bouncing.
“Good girl”, I smile. “I have a treat for you.”
I sit down, spreading my legs.
“Now come here..”
 
I manoeuvred her, with the offer of a ride, back to her cottage, although the verb is excessive. By that time she was intrigued. Shortly it would be more than that.
 
Mitch smiled softly. "I'd like to see your body too."
Gabby scoffed. "It's old and worn out." His eyes noted wrinkles and old stretchmarks and her breasts sagged some, but he loved every inch.
 
From my dresser I took out a white, sheer scrap of material. I stepped into it and wriggled it up my legs and over my hips: being naturally slim had some advantages. I smoothed the slightly stretchy material over my ass and down my thighs. Then I pulled up two narrower bands from the sides, crossed them over my breasts and tied the ends in a loose knot behind my neck. Where the cloth was stretched, it was almost see-though, but not quite. The outline of my nipples was clear as was the slight curve of my modest breasts. Turning to check the rear view, the backless section of the dress swooped down from my neck to the base of my spine. Maybe I didn't look so bad; in the right lighting of course.

Club Emily

ADVISORY: This story contains some extreme BDSM and fetish activities, which may not be for all
 
She was looking at me from inside the large standing mirror as she undid the last of her braids and shook her blood-red hair so that it fell loose over her shoulders.

Smiling seductively, she gestured towards the divan, then turned away. Searching, I saw that the mirror showed a perfect reflection of the room, but Merri and I were invisible. Instead, besides Ilira, I saw Von Raszen, stretched out on the bed, naked but for his undergarments. His eyes were fixed on Ilira.

She swayed towards the bed, her movements reminding me of the great tigers I had seen in India: their eyes on their prey, certain of their mastery, certain of the kill. The gown slid from her shoulders as she walked, revealing shapely round buttocks that had me sitting forward on the divan.

From: The Countesses of Tannensdal
 
James stared deeply into her smoky eyes. He kissed her lips and chin and left a trail of kisses between her breasts, down her abs, and across her mons. He settled between her smooth thighs; with a moan, he flared his nostrils and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her essence.
 
From Chapter 7 of In the Nest with Christie (and it's below the maximum character count, haha):

Her hips twitched, her head drooped as her eyes rolled back, and I realized she was passing out--but goddammit, she was going to feel me cum inside her first.

I let out a roar and unloaded, my nutsack clenching tight.
 
December 7

The old guy next door seems lonely. Always at home, peeking out.
Well, today he’ll get an eyeful..
I get comfortable on the sun chair and remove my top.
Then apply lotion carefully.
I slip off my panties too.
Soaking up the rays.
With a wicked grin, I reach for the vibrator..
 
I'm going to pretend I never noticed that the rule was "characters," not "words." But it looks like I'm not alone.

The MC in this scene has spent an evening as the object of BDSM activities, but his companion was only his helper, cleaning him and such, and who he could never see clearly.

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The light was very dim, but he could see clearly that it was the attendant, naked now, but more importantly, he could see her face! It wasn't a beautiful face. It was a wonderful face! It's planes and curves tugged on his memory. Its idiosyncrasy called to him. He leaned on his elbow and took it between his hands. Ah! He hadn't touched anything in hours! He was overwhelmed. She opened her eyes and put her arms around him. There was a hitch in his breathing. Is this what the mean when they say your heart turned over?
 
'A small correction, if you please,' I said. She looked at me keenly. '"Fornicating."'

Her eyes glinted. 'Copulation is not exact enough a term for our activities?'

'Never use a general category term when a more precise one can be employed.'
 
December 8

I have you on your hands and knees, dick dangling.
Two fingers already in your ass.
I find the knot. Press on it.
You moan.
I start massaging it in earnest. Seeing you squirm.
Precum is oozing with every push.
Harder now.
Grinding it.
Suddenly you stiffen and groan, cumming..
 
Truth is something you share, the more the better, and it doesn't pay dividends to be someone known as being "economical" with the truth. That's where I think truth is just like semen - it is made, designed even, for dispersal. And the whole world is better if you do it that way.
 
Center frame is a well-known starlet, she's nude and tied standing. Her chest is being repeatedly whipped. I like the girl, she reminds me of Amy: brunette, perfect breasts, lovely face. Like Amy would ever let me do that to her; she always held the whip-hand in our relationship, both literally and metaphorically. If I close my eyes, I can feel the impact on my flesh, the delayed sting, the lasting burning. I squeeze my nipples in turn through my work shirt, my other hand rubbing my clit energetically. I open my eyes and see the girls's beautiful face screw up in pain, maybe even in confusion, as each blow lands. I know that feeling so well. She's struggling in her bonds. Her breasts are turning scarlet. Her mouth is open and she is panting.

Desire
 
She kicks off her sandals. Then her hands go round her back and she undoes a button that's holding her skirt together. A wiggle of her hips and it's off, tossed onto the floor. Her socks stay on.

Her skin is light brown all over, apart from those dark nipples. The breasts barely stick out from her chest, even when she leans back and rests on her hands. "Well?" she asks.

In an instant I'm between her legs again, my hands running up and down her back, my lips and tongue exploring those intriguing breasts. She murmurs and rubs one hand through my hair. "Lower."

- From Ben's Big Mistake
 
December 9

She’s my student. This isn’t right.
But she looks at me with those eyes, so full of life.
And her perfect smooth skin.
What is she saying?
“Miss, I really need your help. I promise I will do 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you say..”
“Will you.. teach me, please?”
She licks her lips slowly, waiting..
 
Untethered from a bra, her breasts were globular, the size of the grapefruits that graced the orchards of the island of my birth. Firm-skinned and milky-white on the outside, they were soft within as my hands held them, and when free, they moved enchantingly, asymmetrically, as she rode me.
 
The machine was not subtle. Even the most innocent of minds would probably have dimly glimpsed its purpose. Falling somewhat short of innocence myself, the intent was crystal-clear. I began to detect the familiar presence of two countervailing feelings: trepidation and anticipation. I say countervailing, but in truth, each feeling intensified the other one. They were two sides of the same coin.

You Spin Me Round
 
The machine was not subtle. Even the most innocent of minds would probably have dimly glimpsed its purpose. Falling somewhat short of innocence myself, the intent was crystal-clear. I began to detect the familiar presence of two countervailing feelings: trepidation and anticipation. I say countervailing, but in truth, each feeling intensified the other one. They were two sides of the same coin.

You Spin Me Round
Triggering memories of the first time I used a weed burner...
 
Weekend bonus:

So here I go. I've stripped and am on my bed. I have put two layers of towels down and have a roll of kitchen towel to hand as the lube can get everywhere. I'm going to start on my back, but suspect I will need to either crouch over it or go on all fours at some point. The butt plug is lying next to me. It's matt black and looks large and a bit intimidating. It isn't very tapered like some. Once it is in you, that's great and you feel so much more full. But it makes insertion tricky. I never turn the motor on for insertion, it doesn't help and I find it distracting.

A Big Stretch (first thing I published under this username)
 
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