Chair sex Stories

Friday morning was laid back as usual. Casual attire so the ladies wore everything from jeans to denim skirts. Kelly knew what turned me on and always took the opportunity to tease me. Today she wore a pair of black yoga pants that clung perfectly to her legs and ass. “What are you looking at?” she asked over her shoulder with a sexy smile. “You know what I’m looking at,” I answered, watching her retrieve a handful of env...

The door chime echoed through the opulent tailor shop, its soft ring a stark contrast to the heavy footsteps that followed. Luca stepped inside, his imposing frame filling the entrance. He scanned the room with piercing blue eyes, taking in the dark wood paneling and the plush red velvet chairs. The scent of expensive fabrics and colognes filled the air, a subtle reminder of the shop’s exclusivity. Mannequins wearing cust...

1. Him Spring was his second favorite season (it had too much false hope for his taste, for which reason he preferred the bittersweet, poignant colors of autumn), and that evening the library was unusually quiet. The twilight had just finished stretching out into the youthful energy of the evening, and the golden yellow lights adorned the books and the bricks alike. There was something numinous about libraries, he had alw...

“Mmm, warm!” I raked soft, sweet baked fruit spheres over her breast with the fork. “Ooo, cold!” Softened vanilla ice cream capped the other teat. Our licks and sucks swabbed each other’s nipples. She slathered my cock head and slurped it clean. Twice. Sticky handprints decorated hips and butt cheeks. Crust bits tumbled as she straddled me on the chair, sheathing my stiff cock. “Mmm, I love your warm homemade cherry cobbl...