I had to shut down my pharmacy and rearrange the family’s economy. My husband works in a security services enterprise. I have three kids, already in high school.
I began to spend more time at home for the first time in years. I don’t like wasting my time, so I began going to the public library and thought I might read all the important books I always heard about but never dared to begin: Tolstoi, Dickens… One day, along with Stendhal’s The Red and the Black I borrowed a novel with pink covers which seemed in demand. I had overheard a bit of the conversation between the lady who was returning it and the librarian. When I got home I wraped it with newspaper so that neither my husband nor my children would see the promise of passionate hot scenes on the cover. When my family left in the morning I got my book and read the hottest passages and masturbated. The following day I went back to the library and picked some more titles.

Time went by super fast. I masturbated, then vacuumed. I made lunch, then masturbated. I masturbated in the kitchen, over the couch, in my bedroom. I’d heard of people stimulating their clit with the shower head but had never tried (too eccentric for me), then I decided to do it. Got some products from the pharmacy nearby, products I had sold to young couples before, lubs with cold and hot effects. I masturbated. In my late forties, I was behaving like a teenager! Was I crazy? Was I an idiot? Was I wasting time? Or was I, for the first time, knowing myself through erotic books & masturbation? I had more appetite for my husband too. All those silly stories I was reading were inoculating the desire of adventures in my own real life. I even wondered, would I dare to have a lover?

This is my guilty pleasure: stupid, corny romance bullshit. I know these books are objectively NOT GOOD, and the sex depicted on them is NOT REAL. But I can’t stop. This is a problem, since I’ve found a new job… I’m gonna have to find a secret place to masturbate, maybe in the Library’s toilets, I don’t know yet.

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I checked out his couchsurfing profile. He looked cute and smart, and he liked cats – very important when you have one as bad tempered as mine. So I accepted his couch request.

When he entered my loft, I saw a tall young man with a backpack, and warm chocolate eyes behind thin round glasses, which gave him that sexy intellectual look I love…

We drank fresh white wine at twilight, had dinner and went for a night walk in downtown’s old narrow streets, talking about traveling and his passion for japanese design.

When we returned home, I made his bed on the couch, secretly wishing he wouldn’t have to use it… And then I had an idea: I went to my bookshelf and took out a book on ancient japanese porn prints.

I showed it to him as we sat on my bed, watching those exotic drawings of couples having sex, under large robes with beautiful patterns. The men had huge cocks and the women curled their feet and threw their heads back, eyes closed in pleasure. We played a game where each one of us had to choose a favorite picture, and we always chose the same ones.

We were sitting very close now, and while I kept flipping through the pages and talking about how impressive those images were, he gently started caressing my hand… and then he shut me up with is mouth and lay me in bed, with him on top.

We quietly undressed each other… I couldn’t believe how pale and beautifully defined his body was… We kissed and bit and licked, savoring each other’s bodies for a long time… and then he held me, he looked me in the eyes, and we bedsurfed all night, with my cat watching us from the couch…

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OH SHIT. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING.

I forgot his birthday.

How? HOW?? He just texted me and said that if I don’t come home from work RIGHT NOW I won’t have time to change before we go out…

Shit. I haven’t even gotten him a card, a present, zilch, nada, nothing.

It only worked one time before with another boyfriend, but maybe…

Maybe I can just run home and blow him and he won’t know what’s happening. I’ll just give him the most mind-bending mouth fuck and he’ll forget that I was supposed to give him anything else.

Fingers crossed, gotta run!

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I confess that I am a terrible drunk. I become loud, belligerent, bossy, and a nympho with a filthy mouth. At this point in our marriage, my husband knows the difference between chardonnay number 2 and dirty martini number 3 and is pretty good at getting me home before I start making too much of a scene. Of course, this means that much of the abuse is aimed at him … but so is the nympho part.
He gets so embarrassed when I start stroking his dick through his jeans in the taxi. Before he can get me out of our neighborhood I am telling him in a not-so-quiet whisper what I want to do to him, how I want to take his dick in my mouth, how I want rough sex, how he needs to find the nipple clamps from the bedroom immediately. By the time he searches for his keys, we are having sloppy makeout sessions in the hallway. Sometimes neighbors find us.
Some nights he is too tired or crabby to put up with my hipersexual attitude, so I provoke him even more, until he pins me up against the wall and gives me what I want.

What he doesn’t know is that half the time, I’m not even drunk!!

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My first erotic myth was Daryl Hannah in the movie Splash. I was just a kid, but her image taking a bath, her breasts covered with blonde hair, her legs becoming a fishtail, intrigued me in a very sexual way. I had a wet dream with her the other night, freakiest thing ever. When I reviewed the film the morning after, I couldn’t find it sillier. But I guess you don’t get to choose how smart your fantasies actually are. I love you, Daryl!

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Jag och min pojkvän har bott tillsammmans i snart ett år. I början kunde vi inte få nog av varandra och hade sex veranda dag, men sen blev det mer och mer sällan… sista månaden ligger vi där i sängen bredvid varandra kväll efter kväll med varsin mobil… i bland tror jag att det bara är ren lathet, men ibland känns det som att vi redan glidit alldeles för långt ifrån varandra.

Det hade regnat “cats and dogs”, jag kom hem dyböt och trött efter en lång dag. Han väntade på mig i soffan, klädd i leather pants som markerade hans kuk. Han sa att hans namn var Dallas. Vi hade sett Magic Mike bara ett par dagar innan, under en av våra sexlösa nätter.

Jag ville genast ta på honom, men han sa att jag skulle sitta ner och njuta av showen. Sexy? I’m not sure, men det funkade.

Det finns ett ryskt ordspråk som säger “A bad dancer always has trouble with his balls”. It’s a lie! My man can’t dance for shit, but he can really fuck.

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So, now you know what I’m about. (If you don’t, go check out Smut on Speed. Caught up? Groovy.)

Perhaps you might be wondering where it all began? Oh sure, I could spin tales of The Lad Himself (Benny Hill), and a surfeit of cheesecake delivered in his trademark Live Animation Style (I often wonder what he’d make of CGI).

But no, my fast-forward fancying friends, I can pretty much pinpoint the moment when I discovered my love for Fast-motion sex. It was sometime in my teenage years, and I was watching a repeat of Monty Python on the TV.

This episode featured a sketch which segued into a burlesque presentation of history, The lovely Ms Carol Cleveland Decked out in finest pink Lingerie, Miming to the baritone of John Cleese, as he delivered the immortal words “But First, A Bit of Fun”.

The next 8 or so seconds would change my life forever, as an exotic dancer performed her routine in fast motion, to a weird staccato drumbeat. I’d never seen anything like it! I felt that weird flush that came to be known as sexual desire, right in the pits of my stomach. My hands wandered down to my cock, and within Moments, I was coming so hard. (Sadly, I couldn’t masturbate in fast motion. To this day, I still haven’t found a lube slippery enough for that.)

Since then, I found this scene online, and still have it in the sexier regions of my Hard drive. And I still love it, just as much for the love of Lingerie as for the Speedy strippage.

I imagine if this one ever does get immortalized in film. A gorgeous Lingerie-clad woman miming to a posh English male Baritone might just do the trick for some folk. Oh the possibilities…

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When I was a child I read many comics. Too many.
Once The Phantom Blot had anesthetized Mickey Mouse with ether. Ethyl ether: a name that had remained in my head.
When I was a boy, a beautiful woman older than me sometimes visited my family and slept at our house. One of these times I thought of the ether. I managed to buy one-liter and one night, with the spray bottle in my hand, I disclosed the door of the room where our guest was sleeping and sprayed in the air the entire contents. I waited a few minutes and then, with a wet handkerchief over the face and mouth – as Phantom Blot – entered the room.
In the moonlight coming through the wide open shutters, I saw the body of our guest lying on its side. Her shirt was rolled up to the waist and the shape reminded me of the Louvre’s Hermaphrodite that I had seen on the Art books. I get close and I pulled my face to the vagina that was there in front of me, between her white thighs as moon milk.
With my nose covered by the damp handkerchief I touched her labia and I felt a shiver sliding the sleeping body. Between her thighs, sheltered from the ether vapors, I pulled back the handkerchief and the smell of her pussy went in me like an electric shock.
I was excited.
I covered my nose and pulled my cock out pajamas and, carefully, I put it in the woman cunt. After some mild stroke I came inside her.
When I took off my cock from the vagina, a languid sigh flew into the room.
I woke up from a dangerous dream.

She was still there, and was still sleeping.
Or not?

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So we’re both graphic designers who are no stranger to DIY projects. But this is the weirdest, kinkiest of all. We discovered a product caled Clone A Willy, it basically makes a silicone copy of your dick with a vibrator. It’ll come in handy cause we’re living countries apart and he knows how I think his dick is the best looking one I’ve seen. Now I gotta go cause he’s likely to need me, maintaining his hardness for like 4 minutes until the mold is set. Must be a lot of fun!

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This is about the latest pizza I ordered, it came in a different way I expected… I live in an apartment block, with a buzzer to let people in from the street. When the pizza arrived, I hit the buzzer, without checking, so, when my doorbell rang, I got a very gentle surprise. When I opened the door, the cutest pizza delivery girl I’ve ever seen, stood in front of me. She saw my surprise, so she adked, you DID order a pizza, ma’am? I said yes and asked her in, searching for money. Since I am alone, I asked if she wanted to eat it with me, and to my surprise, she said yes!Soon, we were sitting on the couch, eating pizza and drinking wine. When I accidentally touched her, I could feel a spark jumping over, and she smiled and kissed me on my mouth…Soon we were touching each other all over, and when I touched her between her legs, I noticed she had a (0) moustache like patch of pubic hair around her pussy, which looked very sexy! Suddenly, we were fully naked and she started to play with my full heavy breasts, licking my big pointy nipples. I caressed her little perky tits, and went down on her, eating that beautiful pussy out. When she came, she blushed, looking super cute. Now she went for my pleasure, fingering me, surprised that ALL her fingers fitted in there… I asked her to stop, rushed to my bedroom, and returned with a bottle of lube, and begged her to push her hand in as deep as possible. When it was all the way in, she blushed again, asking what I wanted. I asked her to push it in and out as fast and deep as possible, until I orgasmd. I played with my big clit, and soon it came, the fiercest orgasm I ever had, with her hand in me, my vulva contracting around it, so she couldn’t move her arm anymore… After, we showered together, caressing each others body’s with shower gel. When I let her out, we exchanged phone numbers, and now we are regular lovers. I can’t wait for the next pizza delivery…

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People rag on Superheroes whose main power is Super-speed, but in the case of male superheroes, They’re kinda missing the point.

Skipping the boring bits, Your super-speed lover may have an accelerated Refractory Period, which would seem like none at all, so could go all night. Not to mention there’s more than just the thrust in good sex.

Imagine it, fingers that blur in your sight, seemingly everywhere at once, a tongue that seems to vibrate over your labia, your clit, your bumhole, a thousand kisses in a split second.

Perhaps in even just an hour, such frenetic lovemaking would wear out an ordinary woman. But super-heroines are more than ordinary women!

And so we find our heroine, resilient enough to withstand nuclear attack, and the amourous advances of her less-than-languid lover. The fingers that so skillfully attempt to manipulate through her designer panties. The hot breath that seems to be on both sides of her neck at once, and all in an instant, she gives the nod, and is whisked away to a hotel room, or secret lair, stripped of her evening wear, and licked inch by inch, but at a speed as fast as imagination.

Not that our girl is any slouch in the speed department herself, but she’s no patch on her man for the evening. So while the “fluffing” is seemingly slow, it takes on a resonace all its own, aching and longing bringing his first orgasm of the night tantalisingly close, but never quite in reach. Whereas his exploration of her pussy is a much livelier affair, bringing her first orgasms in mere moments.

And do we close with 2 seconds of boring missionary pounding? No way! As I mentioned, Accelerated Refractory, so the first 2 seconds may be boring missionary, but soon our pair are whipping around in every conceivable position (and some inconceivable ones!)

They could continue for hours, days even. Sadly, there’s always some emergency to break the mood. Still, it’s one hell of a four-colour fantasy, is it not, Madam Lust?

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Karin was going home after the office with a broken hair dryer – hopefully it can be replaced by a new one in her favorite department store, so, although she was tired, she went to the information desk.
“Go to the top floor, take the second corridor to the left to the end, then open the last door”, said the lady.
She did it … the corridor was very long and everything was quiet except some moaning that was louder with every step.
She opened the last door and ….. saw a older lady, almost naked, getting up from a guy that obviously fucked her out.
“Next, please”, he said with a calm yet powerful voice. She was almost hypnotized. He took her hand and with a quick move took her shirt and skirt off, with another move, her pants were also on the floor. She couldn’t breath … and then he took her hand and put it on his enormous cock, very gently … and started to move.
She was uncapable to say anything, it was so strange … but he was so calm, gentle … and she hadn’t had sex for last two years. How good it was to feel him inside of her! In a couple of minutes she had the most powerful orgasm in her life, with a loud scream. He put her gently at his side and, as another lady stepped into the room, he said “Next, please!” Karin, trembling and with a body still feeling him, put her shirt and the skirt on and silently get out of the room, going back.
Passing by the information desk, the lady asked her with a significant smile: “Were you satisfied with our service, madam?”
“Well …”, Karin didn’t know what to say …”You know, we have much more female customers since we introduced our new colleague … I must admit that I have to go for reclamation at least once a week ..”, she said. “Thanks!”, said Karen … good that she took the hair dryer with her, she that she can came over again in couple of days…

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I’ve always been categorized as a good girl and a plain jane. Most who meet me would describe me as reserved, shy and pretty forgettable. I don’t stick out to anyone, and I like to keep it that way. I have been a model student, bible-study leader, and valuable employee at my job at a call center.

While I coped with everyday life, I dream of going out on the town, and taking some rare time to be alone and “find” myself. I decide to act as an alter ego. She’s everything I am not, outgoing, spunky, and sexually liberated. She doesn’t have to worry about the pressures of school, the moral obligations of church, or gossip at work.

She usually sits at bars alone, dressed her best. She drinks and moves gently to the music playing. She wears naughty lingerie under a slinky, body-con dress, and designer perfume. I don’t own a sexy pair of underwear. She wears her hair down. I never do.

The ego is always seeking out a new sexual adventure. She usually attracts various men, and she experiments. One night she succeeds in luring a beautiful young couple. She makes eye contact with them from the bar, and they invite her to the table for a few drinks and some stimulating conversation. She flirts, gently touching them both. The music and the lighting in the bar are just right. The couple invites her to their home for a night of pleasure.

In the morning, before the couple even awakens, the alter ego leaves until she’s needed for the next big adventure. It’s early Sunday morning, and I have to get ready for church.

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She’s off. On a business trip. I am left. Alone. With a list. Not my bucket list. A daily duty list. I’ve got work to do. My work. Piece of cake, no sweat. I’m a big boy. First my work, then the list. When the work – my work – is done the list is still there. I can’t let her down. I said I was a big boy. Big boys take care of lists. Ironing makes me sweat. No pants needed to do the ironing. I get all wet doing the dishes. No t-shirt needed to do the dishes. I am nearly naked and as miserable as never before. What a tough life. There is a PS on the list. Daily duties are less miserable with porn it says. This might save me. I need a vacuum-cleaner and a computer. Vacuum-cleaning makes me even more hot, I am naked now. I watch a gorgeous blonde getting bonked by 3 guys and a busty brunette with sperm on her tits. I’m hard now. I need a rest. I need to take care of myself. I imagine I am the man filming the action. I am alone with my POV. She looks at me, she likes what I am doing. I come. The sperm floods the table and the computer. My work is nearly done now. I think I will tell the computer shop a latte macchiato ruined my keyboard.

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Rural house in the forest, 2 hours away from civilization, we serve the best organic food, we are also a digital detox resort (no wifi, no 3g, almost no network). We are a caring and loving couple, you will never regret spending a healthy and happy weekend at our place. 7 rooms, organic cotton sheets, swimming pool, bbq. You name it, we provide.
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(What they don’t tell you is that you go there, and this couple walk around half naked in the house, and they are constantly grabbing each other, hitting on my man, trying to swing. It was psycho, but sweet… but psycho.)

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On your birthday you get what you want -those are our rules. So it was nothing unusual to find myself being dressed in her heels and stockings and a posing pouch.
Blindfolded I was led into our specially heated play room. I could sense there was someone else in the room and felt myself harden a little further. I was instructed to kneel on the velvet topped bench at the foot of the bed and leant over the bed. The lube was cool and her fingers were gentle as she opened me up, and I felt the familiar pain/pleasure of the strap on as she eased into me.
“Open your mouth,” she ordered me. I complied, and recoiled instinctively as something nudged at my mouth. The smell was unmistakeable. She seized my hair. “C’mon, sweetie, you know you can if it’s for me,” she urged, as the strange cock pushed again. I opened my mouth wider and gave in to the new sensations…

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Dear Erika. I am writing to confess a naughty plan I’ve hatched for my girlfriend. We’ve been together for more than two years now, and I have noticed that there is a naughty girl trapped somewhere inside her. And from the porn we enjoy watching together I know she is even a bit of an exhibitionist. We have great sex in our bedroom, but… in our bedroom period. We can’t do it in the living room, because her parents have the key to our department, and “what if they suddenly came to see us without notice…?”. And outside of our house is out of the question. You see Erika, we live in such a small town where everyone knows you, and especially my girlfriend since she is a high school teacher. She does not dare to live out any of her dirty fantasies, because she just couldn’t live with the consequences of getting caught. She is even afraid to go to the public swimming pool because she can’t stand the thought of any of her students seeing her naked in the shower, maybe spotting her pussy. They would realize that she is sexually active, and so she fears the students would sit in her class imagining what she looks like having sex, thus losing all respect for her, she says.
So I’ve made this cunning plan. We need to go somewhere where she is a total stranger. So in about four weeks, when school is out, we will go to Barcelona for a long weekend together. And I will be very cheeky, because the night before, after she has packed, I will open her suitcase and remove all her panties. She will have to go panty-less the entire trip. Instead I will pack a wig and some big, dark sunglasses for her incognito look. And I will put in a couple of new sex toys! And I will dare her to use them, secretly, in public, with just the two of us knowing. We’ll lay down at playa Barceloneta kissing playfully, and she will get to tan her beautiful breasts, displaying them for any stranger passing by. And if she dares, maybe we’ll even have some super exciting public sex somewhere. This will be her erotic awakening…

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Hi, I’m Pablo, the Spanish gardner on a big estate in Cannes. I’m new here, so I was unaware of the fact that the lady of the house sunbathes and swims nude! When I discovered it, I didn’t know where to look, I wasn’t used to nudity at all! So, I played peeping Tom, until she noticed, and ordered me to the house. There, things went different than I expected. She ordered me to get out of my clothes, saying: since you have seen me naked, I want to see you nude also. When I was nude, she looked at my private parts, and smiled. Before I knew it, she went on her knees, and started blowing my cock! Hastily, she removed her silk kimono, revealing her beautiful heavy breasts. Soon, my penis was rock-hard, ready for more action. She pushed me on my back on the floor, and lowered herself on my hard-on. She rode me frantically, her breasts dancing in front of my eyes! Suddenly, she came, and pulled my hard cock out of her pussy. Then, she wetted her finger with pussy fluids, and stuck it in her pink rectum! She ordered me to fuck her doggy style, until she had her second orgasm. Then she turned around, and jacked me off, until I came over her beautiful, heavy breasts, covering them in a thick layer of male produce. After, she ordered me to be in her room every Friday afternoon, for some more (s)exercise. I can’t wait for next Friday already !

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I recently met a guy on Tinder. His first message was smart and charming and showed that he paid great attention to detail. We hit it off immediately, but as it turned out, we would be in different cities for about a month before we’d be close enough to meet.

At first, we did the usual getting to know you bit. He continued to be charming and funny and I was quickly smitten. After a day or so of constant Tinder text, we upped the ante to other avenues – Facebook to exchange links to articles and films, Whatsapp to continue chatting, and eventually we moved to Snapchat. Our flirtations became more and more suggestive, moving rapidly to erotic messages about how he would touch me, how I would kiss him, and how we would bring each other to orgasm. At first, we just exchanged words. Reading that he wanted to undress me slowly, kiss my neck, whisper dirty Arabic phrases into my ear – it was enough to keep me in constant heat. I was walking around in a perpetual state of hot, wet, aching anticipation. Eventually, brazenly, I asked him to show himself to me. I was not disappointed!

Each morning, I would wake at 4am – 9am for him – to an image of his rock hard cock, to a clip of him touching himself, telling me how badly he wanted me. And in exchange, I would send him a series of messages telling him exactly what I wanted to do to him, complete with images of my body and clips of me touching myself, moaning for him.

We’ve been at it for a month. I am crazy about him. And even though it’s all happened from afar, I feel so close to him when I come for him. I will meet him this weekend. I can hardly control how badly I want him in the flesh, but I will always appreciate getting to know him over Snapchat.

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Was it a dream? Was it a nightmare?

Me and my girl having wild sex, on our dinner table. The table is fully laid for a exquisite dinner, with silver ware and crystal glasses. Both our parents are there, eating and drinking, politely chatting with each other. And we are on the middle of the table, she’s riding my cock, while I play with her firm breasts, sucking her hard nipples. She orgasms, shouting loud. Our dinner guests are discussing the weather, while we change positions, now I fuck her doggy style, and while doing so, my thumbs wander off, and end up opening up her butthole. She looks me in the eye, while looking over her shoulder, and shouts: fuck me in my butt! Our parents continue their polite conversations, pouring some more wine. I pull out of her pussy, and change holes. In four or five thrusts I penetrate her tight anus. We both shout foul words at each other making ourselves even hornier. Our guests leave the dinner table, still chatting politely with each other. And then, at the moment that my mother serves dessert, I come, deep in my girl’s ass. Gently I pull out, my fluids leaking out, down her leg on the tablecloth. Still naked, covered in sweat, we eat dessert together, no one thinks it is weird. Later, we kiss our guests good night, and start cleaning up.
Was it a dream? Was it a night mare? It sure was the weirdest (s) experience of my life…

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