Author: _obviousdppthroway

how to unwittingly become a temporary porn star [mf] [exhibitionism]

A few years after an encounter with “Jennifer,” which is its own, separate tale, I was doing my usual drive-by attempts at online witticism with a semi-public conversation about nothing with her in a chat room of an adult dating site when “Claire” showed up. As a curvy brunette with an outgoing personality, she was lusted after by countless men who flocked to chat her up, disturbingly many promptly offering to collectively show her enough penises to fill a bottomless pit. My strategy was, of course, to politely acknowledge her presence and move on. As she looked at a few specimens she was curious about, offering commentary on them not unlike a young, female porn version of David Attenborough, I gave Jennifer a brief hint-hint in private, kept up my polite distance and waited until she chimed in asking if I was going to join the Claire-inspired webcamming parade just to make it an even number of cams up and running in the room.

“Oh no, no…” I demured. “I’m positive she has more offers than she even cares to get.”

“Maybe I want a reminder?” Jennifer tried again. “I mean it won’t be as fun as it was in person but it would still be nice to see.” Read more »

[MFM] A night with a couple really, really into taking pictures [Exhibitionism]

Driving up to a cozy two story house where they lived, I saw “Andy” come out to wave me into their driveway. We introduced each other, this time with real names, and he ushered me inside with the warning that his kids were sleeping. His wife, “Renee,” jumped up from a loveseat in the living room to introduce herself. None of this was required because just an hour prior, we were chatting on webcam. Not only did I see Andy’s smiling face, but I saw Renee’s nude body when she requested to see what I had to offer her since she tended to be quite picky about her desired playmates’ size, but didn’t want the exchange to be one-sided.

This was not at all uncommon. When talking online, you want to make sure there’s at least some degree of attraction, and since in many places in America there’s at least a half hour to an hour drive involved to actually meet, no one wants to be disappointed. Anecdotally, there was a tendency for these kind of last minute hookups to quickly veer into naked camming territory, while meets that were planned out longer either took their sweet time to get to dirty cam shows, or just skipped them entirely to keep a little mystery. But not only did Andy and Renee not care for surprises, they were one of the couples with very specific requirement for their partners, and for very good reason as I would soon find out for myself. Read more »

[MF] A bizarre night with a woman out of my league [long][plot twist]

Hi fellow redditors. So far, there’s been positive response to these stories and they’re a kind of therapy for me, giving me a chance to replay events and contextualize the good and the bad. But before I keep going with these, I’d like to know what you think and if you’d like to see more stories after these ones. If you like what you’re reading, I’m happy to keep going. All these stories are 100% real, and I assure you, so is this one, even though it was every bit as bizarre as it reads.

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Were I to grab myself from the past about to answer the phone that night, I would proceed to call my past self an idiot whose sex drive was clearly shouting over his basic sense of self-preservation. If ever I lived up to the male stereotype of having two heads but lacking the blood flow to run both at the same time, that was it. The whole thing was shady from the get go, but something in me just wanted to believe. So when “Tina” posted in a public chat room if there were any men in my then age range in my city without any plans for the night, I replied. She messaged me privately, asking to call me. Read more »

[MF] When your FWB is a masochist [bondage][spanking]

Allow me to set the scene. In a darkened bedroom, a woman wearing only a pair of glasses and a very, very mischievous smile wiggles her butt in the air as she positions herself on all fours, spreading the weight to her elbows, away from her cuffed hands, asking for me to get a little rough. I swiftly pick up my belt off the floor and lightly pat her ass with it, teasing her.

“Ooh, a belt,” she laughs, “a little traditional but not bad.”

Normally, I’m not a very dominant person. I don’t exude that in-charge attitude naturally, in fact being in charge of everything in a relationship would drive me up a wall. No, I like strong equals as my partners. That said, however, after a certain conversation, the right words, and the right mood behind closed doors brings out a whole new me. A me that isn’t shy about giving instructions. A me that won’t hesitate to spank you if you’re being disobedient on purpose, just to test me. A me who will order you to beg me for something you really want. A me who might just deny you an orgasm if I don’t think you quite earned it yet. “Emily” was a girl who liked that me. A lot. Read more »

[MF] when fantasy and reality messily collide [pregnancy risk]

“Oh yeah, and would you fuck my ass?” she texted in the middle of one of our ever more frequent exchanges. This one came on the same week as a night of phone sex, in which we alternated between nudes and hearing each other climax.

“Is that really what you’d want?” I replied. “Always thought that was just something more for porn than in real life.”

“Oh, no, totally a fantasy of mine,” she quickly clarified. “I just wish we lived closer together. Seriously, at this point, I just want to get together and bang this weekend.”

If there was an invisible narrator, voiced by Morgan Freeman, as is tradition, this is where he would say “But they did not get together and bang that weekend, they just teased each other more instead and talked about how stressful their jobs were becoming. Until one day…”

Yes, one day we both had extraordinary bad weeks at work. Her subordinates had messed up something hugely important, earning her a scolding in the process for not keeping better track of them. My job was trying what are euphemistically known as “constructive discharges” and more plainly called “make people so miserable they quit out of frustration to get headcount down before an inevitable collapse” in the then unfolding Great Recession. For months, we were each other’s’ partners in venting our frustrations, first work-related, then sexual. That day was a mutual low point. Read more »

[MF] Playing with a biker MILF while her husband watches [Swinging]

On a warm summer night, my car pulled into the driveway of a big brick split level. The neighborhood was quiet, but not a menacing sort of quiet, a sort that as H.P. Lovecraft would describe as concealing a presence rather than indicating an absence. Considering how many cops lived here, that tranquility wasn’t going to be broken. All of this was good news for me as I was ready to knock on the door of “Ron” and “Beth,” a biker couple who contacted me an hour before. Despite having a decidedly mixed experience over the prior six months with a couple, they convinced me that I should at least meet them. They looked very rough, with a complete package of tattoos, beards, and studded leather, but were very polite and friendly, like the vast majority of bikers I’ve ever encountered.

Feeling the by now familiar and comfortable anxious knot in my stomach, I knocked on their door. A very large dog or a medium-sized dragon growled in response. Uh oh. As Ron welcomed me in, both my guesses as to what was waiting inside to either satiate its hunger for raw human flesh, or try it for the first time turned out to be wrong. There was no dragon in sight and not just one huge, muscular dog was eyeing me, but two. One was clearly a rottweiler, the other a fluffy, enormous mix of fur and teeth the size of a teenage bear. Ron scratched the rottweiler behind the ears. Read more »

[MFM] first threesome with two perfect strangers

I [M] drove past neat little rows of farm houses decorated with countless lights and inflatable Santas, snowmen, and penguins for Christmas.

With the radio on near mute, the steady, quiet hum of the engine, and the periodic splash of wet snow parted by my tires in the background, my mind raced with many new questions. How many people living in these houses were doing the same thing I was doing that night? How many were expecting someone like me for the same sort of thing? Was what I doing in any way normal and if not, how rare was it? My eyes were opening up to a whole new hidden world that seemed to exist just behind the picturesque, lit up streets of small towns. As a lifelong resident of big cities, this simply never occurred to me before.

Finally coming to a stop in front of a small, colonial style house, I turned off the car and took stock of the situation. Aside from the dim lights in “Matt” and “Lynda’s” house, it was dark and empty, almost eerily so. What the hell was I doing here? What would be waiting for me inside? My mind raced trying to recall the several MMA moves that were taught to me by a friend, though after taking real classes and managing to get enough practice, looking back at it, I would’ve been lucky to have landed a hit back in the day… Read more »