#erotica
From Playboy’s September 1974 pictorial “Do it Now! (Sex in Unusual Places”
Models Unknown
Photography by Richard Fegley
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Carlotta Champagne fromcarlotta-champagne.com
Original photography by unknown.
Photomontage from the « Cutie in Curlers » photoset.
Model page at The Nude
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You press you tongue lightly on my clit, sending shivers up and down my spine. I then feel your tongue caressing my outer lips and gently sucking my inner lips. My hips start to roll forward, my pussy greedy for you. You capture my clit between your lips and your fingers find their way inside me. Oh, they feel so good, pushing inside me so deep. I am unable to lie still and I find myself pushing against your fingers and rubbing my clit against your tongue. When you push in a third finger, I am unable to resist and I cum on your fingers and grinding against your tongue.
You waste no time stripping off your clothes and burying your face in my warm, wet pussy. Oh baby, can you feel how soft it is and taste how wet? You make me wet with desire. I feel your fingers and your tongue acting in tandem, drawing sweet orgasms from me. I reach down and touch the back of your head, pulling your mouth deeper into me. I want to ride your tongue and cum on it over and over. Soon my pussy is soaked and slippery and oh so ready for your hard cock…
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It was with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation that she looked forward to her punishment, but what ate away at her was the sheer disappointment in Sir’s voice.
It was something she’s never heard before and, as wet as she was, as much as the push pull of pleasure pain made her skin shiver and her clit throb, something inside her mourned.
She dropped to her knees, kissed his hand and begged forgiveness.
To this she heard him removing his belt. The handcuff clink of the buckle being undone, a certain purpose as the leather thwipped through belt loop after belt loop. And all he said to her, as he pushed her on all fours, lifted her dress and pulled down her knickers, was …
“Tonight, I don’t hold back”
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BDSM Interrogation Sex Movie – The Agency.
Shrouded in secrecy, The BDSM Agency is the most powerful counter-intelligence group that never existed! Ava has been recruited and now must survive the sadistic and grueling punishment of their training program. Does she have what it takes to be the next agent? Or will she succumb to the painful truth that is, The Agency!
More Free Photos and Videos from this original fetish film at https://wastelandblog.com/bdsm-sex-movie-the-agency/
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little sketch that veers much closer to cartooning than usual for me
Art by Harry M. Williams
IG: @harrymwilliams
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**ASCII ASTRAL GIRL**
Mande Geode
Mande Geode
The next morning I came downstairs to my moms eating breakfast. Mom was dressed for work and Momma was wearing her work out clothes for the gym.
“Hi honey, feeling better,” Momma asked.
“Yeah, feeling better considering how crappy I felt last night. Mom really helped out with…that ointment.”
“No need to thank me, honey. I love you,” she said, smiling at me.
I sat down and poured myself some cereal as my respective mothers went off to do what they needed to for the day. But on her way out the door, Mom rubbed my shoulder. “How’s the burn feel honey?”
“It’s better, don’t worry I’ll remember to apply my lotion.”
Later on, I tried applying the ointment again but I was still having trouble reaching anything without being in pain.
When Mom came home, I told her that I needed some help with my legs. As expected, she helped me again. This time though, I put on two pairs of underwear to ensure that my cock didn’t make another surprise appearance.
She kept rubbing my legs when I felt the familiar stir. “What the fuck is wrong with me, her shirt isn’t even showing anything,” I thought to myself.
This time, she kept rubbing higher, pushing the legs of my gym shorts back to my thighs. “How’s everything else? Do you need help with anything else?”
The two pairs of underwear was a bad idea, it hurt like hell to be pressing up against that extra restraint. I tried to be subtle and adjust myself but it’s kind of hard when your mother is kneeling right in front of you.
“It’s okay honey, I don’t mind. I just don’t like seeing you in pain. But we can’t make this a habit.”
She got up and walked out of the room, coming back with that bag and lube again. “Take off your shorts.”
I took them off, trying not to be too obvious about my two pairs of underwear. She kneeled down in front of me, preparing the toy for another round of “medical release.”
She started stroking me with it, the same mechanical motion as before. I couldn’t help but wonder why my mother, an apparent life long lesbian, was so good at this. Did she need to do this for work sometimes?
“Oh God, how’re you so good at this,” I moaned, not even realizing I was saying this to my own mother.
“Tell me when you’re close to finishing honey, don’t need this to be weird for both of-”
Too late. I came harder than I ever have, my cum shooting out like a fire hose. My mother’s face had cum on it, my cum. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening as the last of my semen drizzled out of my cock on the floor.
I fell back onto the bed as Mom wiped her face off. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she licked some off her lips. She wiped off the toy and put it back in the bag as I tried to clean myself up.
As I pulled up my pants, Mom sat on the bed next to me and rubbed my back. “All better now honey?”
“Yeah. But…”
“But what, son?”
“Why are you- How’re you- I-”
She pressed her hand against my face. “You see honey, I know it’s hard to comprehend that just because Momma and I are in a lesbian relationship that I can be bisexual.”
I sighed. “No, that’s not it. I get it if you’re bi but with as much as…um, with as good as you are at that, are you two in an open relationship? I mean, not to be crass, it feels like you’re practicing that every weekend.”
She laughed. I never noticed how beautiful Mom’s laugh is. “No honey, it’s not an open relationship.”
“Then do you have to do that for work? Like for ‘specimens’ or whatever?”
“No honey that’s not it either.”
“Then why are you so good as stroking cock?!”
I realized how loudly that came out when I saw the startled expression on Mom’s face. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings or upset her, she just gave me a handjob for Pete’s Sake.
“Well, you were probably going to find out about this eventually. No better time than the present.”
She stood up and slowly undid the buttons on her jean shorts. She turned away from me and pulled them down. Her ass looked great in the panties she was wearing.
“Honey, I just want you to know that I love you and I’m only showing you this because I want to be honest with you.”
“I love you too Mo-”
As she turned around, my eyes were instantly drawn to a large, limp cock and an equally large set of balls hanging out over the waistband of Mom’s panties.
The next day I woke up, my sunburn still sore and painful as the night before. I tried to get out of bed but the pain was too great. As I fell back into place on the bed I let out a groan.
“Everything okay in there honey?”
Mom walked into the room, wearing her pajama pants and robe. She got close and examined my burnt, red skin. Much like last night, her robe provided a far too exciting view of her breasts.
“Dammit.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I honey?”
“Uh, no. It’s just, really uncomfortable.”
And it was, my cock was growing in my swim trunks again. She finished looking over my body and stood up, her robe opening up a little more than she probably realized. Her cleavage looked magnificent above her toned stomach all the way down to her baggy pajama pants.
“I think I’m going to write you a prescription for medicated lotion that should help with this situation. I’ll have Momma go down and get it filled as soon as possible. Now I have to get ready for work.”
As she left the room, I realized if her pajama pants were tighter I’m sure the view of her leaving would have only made my erection far worse. Thank God for little miracles.
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When Momma came back with the lotion, she helped me get up and get it applied. As pretty as I think Momma is, she’s definitely not as attractive as Mom. It probably helps that she’s my biological mother so there’s no chance of attraction.
After getting the lotion applied, I went downstairs and starting binge watching one of my favorite shows. I slowly drifted off again until the sound of Mom coming home woke me up.
“How’re you feeling honey?”
“Stiff, sore, tired. How was work?”
“It was fine. You’ll probably feel much better if you go take a shower. Afterwards I’ll help you apply more of the medicated ointment.”
She walked off into the kitchen and I slowly got off the couch.
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I struggled to wash any part of my body that wasn’t above the waist so I let the water run over everything. As I got out of the shower, I grabbed my towel and painfully around my waist.
I got back to my room, laid down, and sighed deeply.
“All clean honey?”
Mom walked in, wearing a thin t-shirt and jean shorts. “Why the hell isn’t she wearing a bra?” I thought to myself. She walked over to the bed and opened the bottle of lotion.
As she started rubbing me down, I felt the familiar feeling of my cock rising again. The towel began to shift, I knew I should have tied it at my hip instead of in front.
She moved from my torso to my legs and had to shift part of the towel to get my calves. Between her shifting it and my throbbing erection, the towel finally fell and I was out.
She looked up and saw me, as hard as I’d ever been, right in front of her face.
“Honey, are you okay? This is the second time this has happened.”
“Look, last night it was just an accident. But, with my sunburn I can’t, um, relieve myself.”
She moved up to my head and brushed my hair. “Is there anything you can give me to make it, you know, not do that until my burn heals better? Because I don’t think I can any more days without being able to, um, take care of it?”
“No honey, and I’m sure you’re starting to feel the ache of not being able to relieve it. We might have to take care of this another way.”
I looked at her, obviously confused, as she got off the bed. She walked out of the room for a moment and came back with what looked like a soft bag and a small bottle.
She sat on the edge of the bed and opened the bag. What she took out looked like a blue rubber tube. I noticed a small hole in the middle of it, and then realized the small bottle was lube.
She pulled a rubber glove out of the bag as well and put it on, then squirted some lube onto one end of the tube. Holding it with her gloved hand, she slowly put the lubed end down over the head of my cock.
“Oh god.”
She slowly moved it up and down, almost mechanically as if this was part of a procedure she learned in med school. “Does that feel okay, honey?” she said in a low voice.
I shuddered and cum flew out of my cock, all over her hand and my stomach. I slumped back onto the bed, panting. She used the towel to wipe me off as well as the toy she used on me. She put it back in the bag and took off the glove, tossing it into the trash can in my room.
She kissed me on the forehead and brushed my hair. “Feeling better now?”
“Yeah,” I said in a long drawn out sigh of relief.
“Well hopefully everything heals up and we won’t need me to do this for you again. I know I was only helping but I’m your mother and I’m sure this will be embarrassing once you’re out of your euphoric state.”
She adjusted her shorts as she stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
As I slowly drifted off, I thought to myself “why did she have that thing?”
