Random sexual thoughts

My first errection!

Diana was the name on the name tag that adorned her waitress outfit.

It was dangerously close to the 3 button opening of her shirt that covered her buxom breasts.

It would take Jedi night control for my eyes not to caress every inch of her rounded features.

The sort of skill that, at 13, I was Still years away of mastering.

Her Lovely smile obviously saw through my Dad’s subterfuge with his clumsy attempt at small talk.

An unusual growth in my lower abdomen was pressing against my grey trousers. She filled my orange juice, all I said was, “thank you.”

Then turned around walked back behind the counter letting me appreciate the tiny skirt that stopped several inches above her knee. Her skirt was rocking back and forth with every step she took.

I was used to seeing girls in skirts since it was the obligatory attire at the private school I attended. However, her bottom curves and bigger buttocks forced the fabric away from her legs much more than the girls in my school.

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Can't stop thinking about being fucked in public lately. Really wanna get penetrated in a bar and cum without anyone knowing.
 
hey...

Can't stop thinking about being fucked in public lately. Really wanna get penetrated in a bar and cum without anyone knowing.

I been thinking a lot about being able to fuck some woman that isn't constantly on me about how I long been working her cunt.
 
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Going on a cruise in three weeks and hoping some drunk woman stops me to admire my beard again. I want to take them back to their cabin and have my way with them, hopefully with my wife joining in.
 
Through the keyhole…Warning incest/Taboo

I knew she knew that I looked through the keyhole.

I saw her getting dressed.
I saw her getting undressed.

Sometimes she would position herself where she knew I would see her play with her pussy.

She new how to tease me.

I even saw her give blow jobs to her boyfriends. Them trying to be quiet as they pump a load of cum in her mouth. She even stared at keyhole, “our special eye contact,” she would eventually tell me.

3 years my senior my sister was, from what her boyfriends told her, hot. I would agree with that assumption.

When our parents were out, she never closed her door. She would sometimes stay completely naked. Sometimes even masturbate.

She only had one rule. “Don’t pass the door frame,” she would say. A theory I only needed to test once as the door got violently closed on my face and worst, she punished me for 4 months keeping it closed every chance she got. Even our parents started to worry, “why are you, all of a sudden so reclusive honey,” our mom would ask.

After a couple of months of hearing it almost every day during dinner, I finally blurted out, “she’s fine mom, just leave her alone!”

Pleased that I was looking out for her, she gave me an impish snicker. That’s when, to my great relief, I knew we would be ok again. But for right now, my punishment was still in order.

For know, through the keyhole was the only glimpse I would get of her.

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Thinking of making a story out of this. Oh the shit you think of when you can’t sleep! 😴
 
I knew she knew that I looked through the keyhole.

I saw her getting dressed.
I saw her getting undressed.

Sometimes she would position herself where she knew I would see her play with her pussy.

She new how to tease me.

I even saw her give blow jobs to her boyfriends. Them trying to be quiet as they pump a load of cum in her mouth. She even stared at keyhole, “our special eye contact,” she would eventually tell me.

3 years my senior my sister was, from what her boyfriends told her, hot. I would agree with that assumption.

When our parents were out, she never closed her door. She would sometimes stay completely naked. Sometimes even masturbate.

She only had one rule. “Don’t pass the door frame,” she would say. A theory I only needed to test once as the door got violently closed on my face and worst, she punished me for 4 months keeping it closed every chance she got. Even our parents started to worry, “why are you, all of a sudden so reclusive honey,” our mom would ask.

After a couple of months of hearing it almost every day during dinner, I finally blurted out, “she’s fine mom, just leave her alone!”

Pleased that I was looking out for her, she gave me an impish snicker. That’s when, to my great relief, I knew we would be ok again. But for right now, my punishment was still in order.

For know, through the keyhole was the only glimpse I would get of her.

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Thinking of making a story out of this. Oh the shit you think of when you can’t sleep! 😴

And then one day, on a Saturday afternoon, I was studying in my room, I heard my parents leave to run errands like they told us they would for most of the day; out of nowhere, I heard my sister come up the stairs and go in her room.

She closed the door.

“Should I go and look through the keyhole?” I asked myself

My dick started to rise at the idea of watching her naked.

My sexual state got the best of me, I went to the door and kneeled at the keyhole. At that moment, it dawned on me that our parents would be forcing us to go to church tomorrow, like every Sunday. There, we would kneel, just like I was doing now.

As I peeked, I saw that she was there, starring at the keyhole like she knew I would. I was weak when it came to her, always giving in to her charms.

She was only wearing her bra and underwear. She also knelt, and squeezed her breasts together. Finally she said, “I know you are there.”

Embarrassed but not ashamed I answered, “do you really mind it that much?”

“Get undressed she ordered me,” her commanding tone something i had never heard before. It would be the first of many orders she would bark at me and at many of her subsequent lovers.

Not really knowing what was going on, I brief panick got over me. I had never been naked in front of anyone else.

“I am going to open the door and if you are not naked, I will keep it closed for another 4 months,” she said

“Please, not that punishment,” I said, “can I keep my underwear?” I asked.

After a long pause, she said, “ok, for now!”

I hurried and took all of my clothes of, except for my my boxers.” I was embarrassed as my dick was now staring the fabric as my dick shot like a missile straight ahead.

I heard the doorknob open the door.

“You do know how to listen,” she said
 
Random Thoughts

I'm sitting in a quiet carriage on a train. A neatly dressed mature lady gets on and sits opposite. After the train starts I'm looking at her, thinking how sexy she looks. She makes eye contact, smiles slyly at me, then slowly parts her legs to reveal that she's not wearing knickers.
 
And then one day, on a Saturday afternoon, I was studying in my room, I heard my parents leave to run errands like they told us they would for most of the day; out of nowhere, I heard my sister come up the stairs and go in her room.

She closed the door.

“Should I go and look through the keyhole?” I asked myself

My dick started to rise at the idea of watching her naked.

My sexual state got the best of me, I went to the door and kneeled at the keyhole. At that moment, it dawned on me that our parents would be forcing us to go to church tomorrow, like every Sunday. There, we would kneel, just like I was doing now.

As I peeked, I saw that she was there, starring at the keyhole like she knew I would. I was weak when it came to her, always giving in to her charms.

She was only wearing her bra and underwear. She also knelt, and squeezed her breasts together. Finally she said, “I know you are there.”

Embarrassed but not ashamed I answered, “do you really mind it that much?”

“Get undressed she ordered me,” her commanding tone something i had never heard before. It would be the first of many orders she would bark at me and at many of her subsequent lovers.

Not really knowing what was going on, I brief panick got over me. I had never been naked in front of anyone else.

“I am going to open the door and if you are not naked, I will keep it closed for another 4 months,” she said

“Please, not that punishment,” I said, “can I keep my underwear?” I asked.

After a long pause, she said, “ok, for now!”

I hurried and took all of my clothes of, except for my my boxers.” I was embarrassed as my dick was now staring the fabric as my dick shot like a missile straight ahead.

I heard the doorknob open the door.

“You do know how to listen,” she said

Wow, what an amazingly arousing story to read. Thanks for sharing on this thread!
 
Through the keyhole

Wow, what an amazingly arousing story to read. Thanks for sharing on this thread!


“You do know how to listen,” she said.

With a commanding voice, that up to this day she had only used against the school bullies that would torment me in the schoolyard; (back then, you could say, I benefited from the “protection” my big sis offres me. Luckily for me, she developed a lot faster than myself at her age and any of the other boys and girls in the school. Although she never really had to fight with her fists, her pretend stature and loud screaming insults were enough. Her extended knowledge of english’s offensive remarks and sarcastic potshots usually left the boys completely disarmed hurrying up compete with a clever comeback than never came. Everyone in the school yard would laugh, and that would be that until the next altercation. At 11 or 12, there is nothing more humiliating than being brought down by a girl!)

“Turn around,” she said, snapping me back to the present moment, which I did immediately. “Put your hands behind your back,” she added. I tried to objecting, “but…” I never managed to get more that one word out before she snapped, “do you prefer going back at straining your eye sight through the keyhole?” She asked.

“No, no, no,” I said.

“Then put your hands together,” she commanded again. She would make a great drill sergeant I thought.

She proceeded to tie my hands and turned me around.

She took a few steps back and did a 360 for my benefit.

“So, you like seeing your big sis naked?”

“God yes,” I said, although it was apparent by my tented underwear and large precum stain on my navy blue undies.

I almost crossed her door frame her big saucer eyes wincing at me made me move back further than necessary.

“Don’t even think of crossing that line!” She shouted.

She came close, very close, her big boobs were know teasing my nose. I could smell he distinctive odour. It was a mix of Eucalyptus and something I could not make out. The Eucalyptus was easy to figure out, as I smelled her Nécessaire body wash in the shower, but somehow, on her it must have mixed with her natural scent.

She took my head and plunged it on her cleavage smothering me on her pillowy soft flesh, she wore push-ups that gave her B cup the allure of a C. I loved watching her strut around the house in her long Tshirts, some, so worn out I could make out her areolas and on cool days the sight of protruding nipples made me ache for release. She knew she had my attention, but this, to finally feel them on my skin was a lot more than I could handle.

I shivered and tremble as I came in underwear.

“Well, isn’t that too bad for you,” she said.

“Enough for today, come back when you can control that thing!”

She promptly freed my hands and closed the door to her room, yet I could see her smile, I wasn’t sure if she was feeling sorry for me or proud of herself for making a guy cum without any manual stimulation.
 
I've just realised that i involuntarily check out the boobs of every woman I encounter.
Walking down the street, being served in a shop, in the library, just browsing the supermarket aisles doing my shopping, every woman I come across I check out.
Not interested in her ass, her legs, her looks, just her boobs.
As hobbies go it's a fine one.
 
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I'm sitting in a quiet carriage on a train. A neatly dressed mature lady gets on and sits opposite. After the train starts I'm looking at her, thinking how sexy she looks. She makes eye contact, smiles slyly at me, then slowly parts her legs to reveal that she's not wearing knickers.

She did that to you too? Aren't we the lucky ones? :)
 
Over and over, I toss and I turn,
I can’t sleep away my yearn.
It’s a cool 22 degrees in the house and a hot 35 outside,
why do I feel like it’s 100 inside me?

This reminds me of a blooper in a college student's short story:

"It was such a steamy night that, after tossing in bed, Henry got up and went across to the widow." :eek:
 
I've just realised that i involuntarily check out the boobs of every woman I encounter.
Walking down the street, being served in a shop, in the library, just browsing the supermarket aisles doing my shopping, every woman I come across I check out.
Not interested in her ass, her legs, her looks, just her boobs.
As hobbies go it's a fine one.

I guess you are a boob man!
 
I woke up from a wonderful dream this morning.

I was on my knees and a man with a big, thick cock was gushing all over my face. My eyes were closed, and I could feel the hot globs of cum spurting on my cheeks. I could feel the pressure of it squirting out and the long strings of cum that arced over my face.

It's been too long since a guy has cum on my face. I think I'm going to need that again soon.
 
I woke up from a wonderful dream this morning.

I was on my knees and a man with a big, thick cock was gushing all over my face. My eyes were closed, and I could feel the hot globs of cum spurting on my cheeks. I could feel the pressure of it squirting out and the long strings of cum that arced over my face.

It's been too long since a guy has cum on my face. I think I'm going to need that again soon.

“Is that what you are longing for?” He asked Dixie, still somewhat stunned at the admission he heard.
 
Cuck heaven

I was sucking on my wife’s pussy enjoying a 69, when he positioned himself in between my head. His balls rested on my forehead; he slowly moved further down as his dick entered my wife’s pussy. As she moaned her pleasure his balls where now resting on my lips.

He asked me to open my mouth and promptly dropped his heavy ballsack in my mouth. “Please, keep them in your mouth and keep in licking them,” he gently asked me.

Holding my wife’s thighs he motioned her backward to engulf the rest of his dick deep in her. She rocked herself back and forth on his dick as she moaned her pleasure each time his big cock stretched and scratched her inner walls.

I have to admit to licking having the pleasure of playing with another man’s balls my nose would sometime brush against his anal ring.

My own pleasure was mounting as I felt the powerful jets of his orgasm leave his body to fill my wife’s pussy. He grunted his pleasure and slowly proceeded backwards exiting my wife his dick falling and dangling in front on my chin. He trailed his cock backward the slimy length touching my lips. When the tip reached my lips he asked me again to open my mouth and lick his cock. I could taste my wife’s juices mixed with his seed.

“You are a good cocksucker,” he praised me. He positioned my wife’s pussy on top of my face her gooey creampie leaking directly in my mouth.

“Lick her,” he asked as she was working through her second orgasm.

He stood there watching me sucking cleaning my wife as my own orgasm was again nearing. “Come in her mouth,” he asked

Which I gladly obliged.

Satisfied my wife turned around to lay beside me amd shared a cum kiss with me.
 
I can speak from experience as a former hitchiker. It can go both ways, and more. Some guys pick up hitchikers because they want to suck a cock, especially if it's a younger guy. Some hitchikers will suck for money, some suck for fun, some will have every/any kind of sex if they get a clean bed to sleep in. Get a motel and suck and fuck and 69, etc. all night long.
I was sexually curious and willing to try almost anything. I had a lot of gay sex. I was willing to go a little further with men each time I got a ride. I got hit on regularly, and could have had sex almost every day.
 
hey...

I can speak from experience as a former hitchiker. It can go both ways, and more. Some guys pick up hitchikers because they want to suck a cock, especially if it's a younger guy. Some hitchikers will suck for money, some suck for fun, some will have every/any kind of sex if they get a clean bed to sleep in. Get a motel and suck and fuck and 69, etc. all night long.
I was sexually curious and willing to try almost anything. I had a lot of gay sex. I was willing to go a little further with men each time I got a ride. I got hit on regularly, and could have had sex almost every day.

as a longtime hitchiker myself, I can attest to the truth in those statements...though I myself was never willing to go the anal route...but there were times standing out in twenty below, I was certain I could have been easily convinced otherwise.
 
How much I crave to spend an afternoon and evening and night in bed, intense pleasuring, feeling his mouth and hands on my clit as he makes cum over and over at his will. Where we take and give because it's who we are.

And the edging. Oh the edging! And I'm hoarse, begging him.

Where he fucks me, cumming deep in me, my legs around him and I'm milking him for his last drop and it's still not enough. Where he takes me, over and over, and I give my body to him over and over.

No words. We growl and moan and grunt. And sigh.

The bruises on my body and his seed deep in me, his claim of me.

Just the thoughts of my time this morning... ;)
 
How much I crave to spend an afternoon and evening and night in bed, intense pleasuring, feeling his mouth and hands on my clit as he makes cum over and over at his will. Where we take and give because it's who we are.

And the edging. Oh the edging! And I'm hoarse, begging him.

Where he fucks me, cumming deep in me, my legs around him and I'm milking him for his last drop and it's still not enough. Where he takes me, over and over, and I give my body to him over and over.

No words. We growl and moan and grunt. And sigh.

The bruises on my body and his seed deep in me, his claim of me.

Just the thoughts of my time this morning... ;)

Beautifully put Rose.
 
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