Desultory and Impulsive

[y=mx+b]

Ever notice how dead it feels inside the home whenever you visit the more financially well off?

Friends
Family members

Usually
Somewhere
There is a chess board set up
But never played

The pieces sitting perfectly centered
On their respective squares

All the things in it
Purchased
But carrying feelings
Of not been earned


And then you go to the home of your lesser well off friend and it's like slipping into the earth of a freshly tilled garden

 

[y=mx+b]

Sexual arousal is the only state of which I experience happiness. A fact that has come to greatly anger me.


I have an unforgiving want to turn another on. Not so much with myself as a lover. But rather as the individual who opens the door to an exquisite banquet

And I feel 100% cheated

I envy those that glean value, purpose, and sense of worth through the acquisition of tangible items such as money, property, and social recognition.

 

[y=mx+b]

Fiction

My current fantasy involves a couple that decide to revisit swinging. They attend a no-pressure meet and greet meant for beginners where they just so happen to run into their son and his wife.

Embarrassed they simply just accept the fact and decide to hangout for drinks and people watch pointing out prospective couples for eachother.

But the meet and greet is kind of a bust and they all decide to go back to the parents house.

Long story short... the daughter-in-law gets flirty with the father. The son and mother shrug and give permission thinking it's cute and wouldn't get past making out.

But it does
And she unzips the father and begins blowing him.

The son is standing behind the mother who's wearing a spaghetti strap top of sorts. And they are both watching things become increasingly heated and the father can see them both over the bobbing head of his sons wife.

He takes note of their fuck glazed glassy eyes as they are watching, just as his son touches his mother's shoulder causing the strap to slide down and off it.

She subconsciously shrugs it the rest of it off. Exposing her breast.

The son looks to the father, the father looks to the son with a giving of permission all unknown to his mother who is transfixed by watching her husband being sucked off by her daughter-in-law

She is snapped out of it by the sound of a belt being unbuckeled behind her but she doesn't turn to look. She just closes her eyes as her son's pants fall to the floor.

He pulls off his shirt and is standing completely naked behind her replacing where his hand was on her shoulder with the shaft of his warm cock.

She doesn't open her eyes. She doesn't reach for it. She just turns her head slightly as if to just nuzzle it and feel it with the side of her face and neck.

Her breathing is heavy and it feels as though the beating of her heart is sending waves throughout the room. Slowly, eventually the feeling of his cock against her cheek is replaced by that of her still unparted lips.

Her eyes are still closed though. She is studying him. Taking him in with her senses. His heat. How he smells. How masculine and hard he is. How he feels ever-so-slightly between her lips. The soft tip of her tongue just sneaking out enough. Just enough for her to know but her son remain oblivious. All until she just can't stand it anymore and her eyes open looking up at him and she takes him into her mouth. And the rush of it all is all so much that she just can't stop her body's want from expressing how much she wants to feel his orgasm ejaculate and taste his cum jet into her mouth.

 

[y=mx+b]

The Father

It was weird seeing Erica like she was when Samantha and I met the eyes of her and our son.

She went from woman to girl. And I felt her embarrassment and found myself falling into consoling father mode for her.

Even after the whole welp here we all are. No point in pretending otherwise. point of acceptance and understanding she stayed glued to our son's arm like a shy child trying to hide behind the leg of a parent.

And that's what struck me most weird. She was otherwise a strong confident woman. Smart. An excellent conversationalist who wasn't afraid to speak her mind. Nor call me out when I was wrong

And there she was
Glued to his side. But not in a sense of weakness...

It was confusing to me all up until I brought it up with Sam on the way back home.

"She was like that because you were what she wanted to find there. And YOU were actually there!"

And I was like... "am I really that dense?" To which she replied "yes"


After some silence she said that if something was felt; if there was a want, to just let it happen.

I asked her what about her and Jason? Would that be weird? I mean...

Given the vibes she was getting while out tonight that she got the impression that Jason was all onboard.

And I asked what about her?

She sighed the kind of sigh she gave when I gave into bouts of over thinking and doubt.

"Admittedly? I'm 100% okay with it. And quite honestly what I really think Erica wants is a man she can feel safe with. A 'dad' she doesn't have to win-over. I honestly don't think it's a sexual thing. It's just... a thing"

I got quiet. Because it was a thing and one I felt many times with her.

 

[y=mx+b]

I'm in my cups.

#notgood

 

[y=mx+b]

Drinking coffee. Written on the fly. Look past the errors--as usual.

I didn't give it much thought up until she was in my arms. My lips kissing hers. Her turning her face and lifting her chin in such a way that lead my desire to smell her perfumed skin along her neck--my hands cupping her was in my lap. My arms pulling her up close to my chest. That this girl--this woman, was seventeen years younger than I.

This wasn't in our plans. Samantha and I weren't looking to recapture our youth. We were just looking for friends you know? The comfortable kind where boundaries peacefully evaporated and we could just feel unapologetically... sexual.

And there I was with this young thing in my arms feeling like King God as she melted into me. Mining my desire to rip her open and apart and fix and protect and to fuck her and brush bathe and braid her hair

With her hands she pulled my shirt off
I cupped her breast with my hand and pulled her body close to me

My mouth closed over the fabric of her clothing and I nursed her nipple into my mouth. The weave of her clothing acting like a poor condom keeping us from actually touching.

She ground against me
Rhythmically

Her hands pulled my head into her chest and I sucked at her through her shirt. My spit mocking the warm wet sensation she would feel; someday, at the sound of a babies cry until finally I had to have her. I had to feel her naked flesh against my own and I stripped her of her shirt. Pulling it up over her head. Stands of her hair bloused out with static giving her this delicate wild child look. And I took her breast into my mouth. Properly. With want and greed and I raped her nipples with my tongue.. sucking and rolling and nursing from her so hard...

Pulling her down against me we kissed. Her tongue shot into my mouth and she sucked mine into hers. It was such a rush to feel so wanted.

Together like that we stripped off my pants. Her fumbling at my belt, button and zipper. Me pushing hooking my thumbs under the waist, underwear and all. Pushing them down just as she dropped. Her hands finding my cock. Her, topless. Me, naked. Her mouth wasting no time. Sucking me in. Her supple beautiful lips that were once just moments ago I had been kissing were now passing across the head of my cock. Her tongue coaxing the underside deeper in.

Her eyes were closed as she took me in and then opened up at me as she began to draw back. And inspite of having countless blowjobs before, hers was beginning to feel like the first one ever.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

^
I envy your ability to think coherently early in the morning..and a stimulating topic, too.

 

[y=mx+b]

^
I envy your ability to think coherently early in the morning..and a stimulating topic, too.

Thank you.

I hope it's decent and I was able to convey the imagery and feelings I felt while writing it.

I'm sure it's full of errors and autocorrect word fuck-ups. I'm really not feeling like making myself feel like I should really care about the quality of my writing right now. So I'm refusing to reread it.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Thank you.

I hope it's decent and I was able to convey the imagery and feelings I felt while writing it.

I'm sure it's full of errors and autocorrect word fuck-ups. I'm really not feeling like making myself feel like I should really care about the quality of my writing right now. So I'm refusing to reread it.

You're welcome.

It is and, honestly, should inspiration strike twice, I'd enjoy reading more of it.

I understand the feeling- except it's photos for me.

 

[y=mx+b]

You're welcome.

It is and, honestly, should inspiration strike twice, I'd enjoy reading more of it.

I understand the feeling- except it's photos for me.

I'll do my best to keep capturing what I can before it all evaporates into the ether.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

Thank you.

I hope it's decent and I was able to convey the imagery and feelings I felt while writing it.

I'm sure it's full of errors and autocorrect word fuck-ups. I'm really not feeling like making myself feel like I should really care about the quality of my writing right now. So I'm refusing to reread it.

Far more than just decent.
Damn. I should know not to read your thread in a public place.

 

[Dionysian Beast]

Stopped in to say hi.

Hope you and your hot wife are doing well.

 

[y=mx+b]

Far more than just decent.
Damn. I should know not to read your thread in a public place.

Thank you.

I confess to pulling up lit in public and surfing through and thinking "I should probably shouldn't be doing this." But yet, I kinda like the dirty little secret feeling I get.

 

[y=mx+b]

Stopped in to say hi.

Hope you and your hot wife are doing well.

Blammo!
Longtime no see!

We're both doing quite well. Had a wonderful experience with each other last night. Would have taken pics but we got too caught up in the moment.

 

[Dionysian Beast]

Blammo!
Longtime no see!

We're both doing quite well. Had a wonderful experience with each other last night. Would have taken pics but we got too caught up in the moment.

Been a while!

That's great to hear. On both counts, too! I am the idiot who doesn't quite get the obsession with taking photos all the time, so that is totally fine. A wonderful experience is all that matters.

 

[y=mx+b]

Morning chores are done. Fresh out of the shower

This will be deleted.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

This will be deleted.

Eleven minutes?
*sigh*

 

[raindancer]

This will be deleted.

Mean.

 

[Moochienanu]

This will be deleted.

I saw.

 

[AngelicaS1780]

I saw.

Showoff.

 

[y=mx+b]

My mind is fixated on this thought


A party
A bed
A wife/woman/girlfriend naked from the waist down

She's on the bed in the bedroom laying on her stomach reading or watching tv or scrolling on her phone.

The door to the room is open for all to see in

And she's free to fuck.

Fucking her is not the focal point of the party. She's just there. You know. Should any guy want to climb ontop of her bareback with a need to ejaculate.

There's little other involvement or engagement with her. Some talking. Some purring on her part. But she doesn't act out or act the whore. No dick sucking or oral of any kind. She's just there reading, not really part of the party but accepting loads in her vagina should any loads wish to be given.

 

[y=mx+b]

One-by-one a man would come in

Some stripping naked
Others leaving their shirts on
Others yet lowering their pants just enough to pull out their cock and balls

And she'd just be there for them.
For the ones that just want to fuck.
For the ones that want to feel them selves fall in love as they came.
For the ones wanting to breed her and hoping from a distance to be the one who wins

 

[HotBrand]

My bad. I misunderstood.

It's the story of your life, right?

 

[y=mx+b]

It's the story of your life, right?

This caught me funny
And possibly accurate.

 

[y=mx+b]

I want to start a masturbation club.

A club that held regular daily/weekly in person meetings where we could all lounge naked and masturbate. Masturbate to our thoughts. To each other...

It's still all in the planning phase of my imagination where it all works out perfectly.

Because sometimes you don't want to be alone when you are alone. And you don't want to be interfered with.

You just want to sit and bask in the shared sexual energy.