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AFF Member Erotic Stories – In the Dark

I had been planning my surprise for quite a while, but circumstances kept getting in the way… Until today. My chance was finally here. I got to the hotel early and placed my things strategically around the room before she was to arrive. When I heard that subtle knock at the door, I met her in the entryway and kissed her passionately as I always did. She popped into the bathroom for a moment and came out in a black bra & panties, looking so sexy and seductive, and I met her in my boxers.

We embraced, standing there in the slightly chilled hotel room, caressing and savoring the warmth of each other’s bodies. I was about to take the first step to bring my plans to life. I turned her around and told her to place her hands on the wall and then found the red satin blindfold I had stashed nearby. She was a little surprised, but I saw the look of excitement flash across her face, and I knew this would be a day both of us would remember. I gently covered her eyes then proceeded to tie it behind her head. She actually had to help a little because I was filled with nervous anticipation, and we laughed as we often do during our encounters (it’s one of the things I love most about her). This was a first for me, and I wanted it to be so special.

I caressed and kissed her body lightly, randomly on her legs, neck, stomach, my fingertips stroking her skin, still standing with her hands against the wall. Then I guided her to the bed, where I laid her on her back before me.

Now it was time to venture further into unexplored territory as I cautiously reached for the combination feather boa /riding crop. I lightly dragged the boa along her face, neck, sides, around her tits, along her spread legs. I was alternating between the boa and my kisses and occasionally popped up to kiss her lips. She greedily reached up to meet my kisses each time, her tongue seeking mine to swirl together sensually until I pulled away, leaving her wanting more.

I started sucking on one nipple with the boa tickling the other and felt her shift to another level of sexual excitement. She’s the kind of woman who can come close to climax just from licking and sucking her nipples, so I take every opportunity to lavish them with loving attention. I turned the boa around to use the riding crop and started tracing circles with it around her breast before I began patting her nipples with it, lightly at first and then a little harder. She was getting visibly and audibly more excited, which inevitably produces the same effect in me.

Still sucking and biting her nipples, I moved the crop lower, rubbing and then swatting her stomach, thighs, and the sides of her ass. Each strike of the crop evoked a noise from deep within her. I moved down between her legs and started licking her pussy. She was getting really wet and playing with her tits & pinching her nipples… another huge turn-on for me, especially with the blindfold across her eyes.
I was licking her up, down, and all around, my tongue making its way down into her ass, getting it really wet and relaxed until it was ready for the next part of my plan. I found the vibrating plug I had previously staged nearby and gently started caressing her clit and lips with it as I continued licking her ass. When I turned on the vibration, the squirming increased… And when I slowly pushed it into her ass, the moaning increased too.

She was really writhing now, breathing heavily and moaning, the plug buzzing away in her ass as I was flicking her clit with my tongue. I heard her say, “I’m so close,” in a hoarse whisper. God, I love that!
I was sucking her pussy into my mouth and reached up to swat her tits with the crop, and then she came, moaning and gyrating her hips and moving her legs around unconsciously. She usually tells me when she’s cumming because she knows how much I love bringing her to climax, but her words caught in her throat this time as she just gave in to the sensations and let the orgasm wash over her. I came up to kiss her beautiful blindfolded face, and she ravaged me with her mouth.

I pulled away once again, licked her pussy a little more, and then slid my cock inside her warm, wet pussy. I was on top of her, giving slow deep strokes. I took her hands in mine and pinned them over her head on the bed, my body pressing down on hers. I was pulling her into my body close and tight, thrusting and grinding my cock into her… she had her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me in even closer. It was so primal, so intimate; I just wanted it to keep going.

We fucked for a while like that, such an amazing experience. Then I stopped and moved up to bring my cock to touch her lips. Upon sensing it, she eagerly slid her mouth over it, sucking and bobbing up and down. It was so incredibly sexy watching her blow me with that blindfold on, like something out of a fantasy… but it was real.

At that point, it didn’t take long for her to build me up to reach my peak. She was sucking and stroking me so incredibly good; all the wonderful sensations I had given her were being reflected back into me, concentrated on my cock. She brought me past the point of no return and stayed clamped on my cock as I pumped my cum into her waiting mouth. She swallowed and licked my cock all around, and I leaned down to kiss her deeply as we just lay there together, catching our breath and basking in that wonderful feeling of bliss.

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AFF Member Erotic Stories – Cockpit, Last Row

I was in the last row of the plane, alone there, waiting for the door the close and the red-eye to take off. I was flying to Los Angeles for work and I knew this was going to be a rough flight. I can never fall asleep on planes so I was destined to time staring out the window, rifling through the airline magazine, reading a book or watching a lousy movie on the seatback in front of me as I looked at my watch over and over, counting each of the 3,000 miles.

The last passenger scooted in the door at the last minute and hustled down the aisle … looking, looking, looking for his seat, which, of course, ended up being in my row. So much for stretching out across seats. I was destined to remain cramped in my window seat.

He sat down, glanced over, smiled, shrugged and stuffed his bag under the seat in front of him. He was about 5-foot-4, maybe 130 pounds, with dark shoulder-length hair. The good news was that he was fit enough that he wasn’t going to spill into the seat next to me.

I grabbed a magazine out of my bag and started reading.

“You play?” he asked.

At first, it didn’t compute and then I realized what he was talking about: Golf. The magazine I was mindlessly thumbing through was Golf Digest. I had grabbed a copy at the terminal convenience store, along with a Diet Coke and some M&Ms.

“Define ‘play,’” I replied with a smirk.

Actually, I wasn’t that bad. No one wants to hear about your golf game – even people who ask. So, I tell them I stink, which is true compared to good golfers, and if I ever get the chance to play with them, I’ve covered myself if I play poorly, which happens.

We exchanged small talk – where we played, whether we’ve ever played any really good courses. I gave him the second commercial on my round at Augusta National and dropped a few other places I’d played … Winged Foot, Oakmont, Baltusrol, and so on. My stint as a golf writer had provided me with some pretty cool opportunities and stories.

“Nice,” he said. “Every golfer wants to play Augusta.”

And that was it for now.

I went back to my magazine. And then, about 10 minutes later, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye: As he laid with his eyes closed, he was slowly running his finger up and down his thigh. I didn’t think much about it until I took a closer look. He was actually caressing his cock, which was growing inside his pants, along his thigh. Since he couldn’t see that I was watching, I watched. My heart raced. But why? I had never done anything sexual with a man, had never even touched another man’s cock, although lately, I had thought about it. Maybe it was the voyeurism. Slowly, his cock got bigger and bigger … and it was quite impressive from what I could see.

I suddenly realized I was getting hard, too. My cock was throbbing as I watched.

He caught me.

He opened his eyes just a slit and saw me. Or at least I thought he did. But he didn’t move. OK, I thought, if he wants to play this game and be watched, then I’m going to watch him. I’m not going to turn away. That’s what he wants, right? To make me feel uncomfortable?

He kept running his finger up and down the shaft of his cock, at one point grabbing it and moving it.

Then he opened his eyes and caught me. For real this time.

He smiled.

“Sorry, I was dreaming,” he said.

“Must’ve been some dream,” I said.

He moved to the middle seat.

“Want to hear about it?”

He caught me totally off-guard.

“Uh, sure, why not. It’s a long flight,” I said.

“Well,” he said. “You and I were playing golf and we were riding in the cart together and you kept brushing against me, and I got really turned on. As we rode in the cart, you reached over and felt my cock through my shorts, grabbed it and mocked me for being hard. I almost came right then.

“And then I woke up.”

“Nice dream,” I said with a laugh. “But that’s not going to happen. I’ve never touched a guy.”

“Ever been curious?” he asked.

“No.”

“C’mon, never?”

“OK, a little, I guess,” I said, feeling my body temperature rise.

“Want to touch mine?”

“Uh …”

“Go ahead,” he whispered. “We’re all the way back here. No one is around.”

He took my hand and it over his cock through his pants. He moaned.

“Do it. More,” he whispered. “Please.”

I rubbed my hand over his cock. It was rock hard.

“Wait a minute,” he said.

He reached into his bag, pulled out a windbreaker and put it across his lap. He moved his hand underneath, then took my hand and placed it underneath it, too.

His cock was out.

I pulled my hand back.

“Stroke me,” he said. “Please. Don’t you want to? I can see you do.”

I reached under and slowly stroked his cock. My heart was racing again. My head was swimming. The excitement was consuming me.

He laid back and started gently thrusting his cock into my hand. He was close. I could tell. I jerked him off faster. He stifled another moan and came. I could feel the hot on my hands. I continued to stroke him. I remembered how I enjoy being milked and stroked to the last drop.

He sighed deeply and discreetly wiped himself with a hand towel from his bag.

“OK, your turn,” he said.

“No way,” I said with a laugh.

But he tossed the windbreaker in my lap.

“Take it out,” he said.

I don’t know why, but I did. I was hard and throbbing and it wouldn’t take long.

He stroked me slowly, keeping me on the edge for what seemed like minutes. God, I wanted to. I needed to.

“Let me know when you’re going to,” he said.

About seconds later, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I whispered: “Now.”

He dropped his head and swallowed every drop as I came as hard as I ever have in my life. Before I could think about what had just happened – I had been sucked off a man! A man! — I quickly zipped up. A few minutes later, the flight attendant approached.

“How are you guys doing back here?” she asked.

“Couldn’t be better,” I said.

“Yup,” he chimed in. “We’ve become new friends.”

I slept the rest of the way to Los Angeles.

And we made plans to play golf together … with a cart.

Story submitted by Adult FriendFinder member Thr3wood .

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