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[MF] RAOBJ success with a stupidslutsclub member

This all started on a trip to Orlando, where in the past week I had managed to get ghosted by three different redditors. I had only two nights left in my hotel, and I saw:

[F4M] #Orlando I crave rough handling

Her most-recent RAOBJ was pretty straightforward, mentioning that she loved being on her knees, was tall, and wanted me to look at her post history. There were more than a few subtle cues that she was into the BDSM scene, so I started to dig into her posts.

Half of her posts were on RAOBJ, describing an ideal man that roughly fits my description. The other half were from r/stupidslutsclub, a fun little subreddit celebrating women that like to delve into their “slut” persona, which is a flavor of submissive bondage. I’ll be real with y’all right now: if you’re squeamish about rough sex, bondage, derogatory language or consensual nonconsent play, now is a good time to stop reading, this story is not for you.

But if you get that this is about two consenting adults working within a framework of respect and limits, buckle in. It’s going to get fun. Read more »

[MF] [BDSM] Right time, right parking place

It was definitely luck.

Looking back over the chat, I wasn’t really on my game. I asked polite questions, or at least polite for the world I lurk in. Questions about harnesses and tying up wrists and the last time she got laid.

Casual sex-positive conversation.

And then Monday night, it wasn’t even her that set me off.

It was a young woman in a bar, drunk, and working her inner slut. Daisy Duke shorts and a low-cut top, clinging to the edge of the bar and dipping her ass down to the ground, making every cock in the bar throb.

Her every motion was of a woman that needed to be fucked, and she knew she was going to be.

It was intoxicating to watch, even after her boyfriend showed up. Her hands constantly flowed over his ass and crotch. My friend and I kept waiting for her to drag him to a bathroom or outside, or in a drunken horny haze to just pull that cock out in front of us. Read more »

[MF] [bondage] [exhibition] Tying her up and slapping her

I’m still buzzing from a really good scene I had this past weekend.

I’m a 38-year-old guy that likes to be a bit kinky. I like to spank and slap, and I love pushing women right up to their limits.
Lately, I’ve started mentoring a 19-year-old college student that is very, very curious about the BDSM community. She’s eager and fun, and so far has managed to convince me that she’s mature enough to handle what I throw at her.

Our first scene was a simple get-together, involving a lot of wrestling, pinning her down, and tickling her. Some spanking was also involved. Read more »

Cutting Class [MF]

It was such a long weekend.

Family, friends, fun.

But not a moment alone.

And you really just need to cum.

You could barely focus during English

You counted three boys you would fuck.

Now.

If only they dared ask. You need it bad.

But they were shy. You need help now.

You head home, blowing off Calculus.

Your roommate is in that class,

You can just borrow his notes later.

Your pants are unbuttoned.

Jeans hit the floor as the door closes.

At first you don’t take off your panties.

You slide your fingers inside …

… close your eyes …

… and bite your lip.

It feels so good.

Gently rubbing your clit.

Feeling the warmth build inside of you.

You don’t hear the door.

You spread your legs wider.

And lean your head back on the couch.

You’re going to explode.

You’re … You’re …

You can feel his eyes on you.

You let out a scream of shock.

You cover yourself with a cushion. Read more »

Sext Daddy [MF] [BDSM]

The text alert was set to vibrate. In theory, it was because she didn’t want to interrupt the class. Finals were next week, she had to pay attention.

But in reality, she knew it was because she wanted to feel the tingle, the jolt of excitement the moment his message came in. She carefully pulled the phone out of her front pocket, and saw one message waiting. A text from “Daddy.”

It wasn’t her real Daddy. It was just someone she met online. It started off innocently enough, an almost vanilla sexting affair. But she couldn’t resist. She had to try, at least once with him. She finally worked up the nerve to call him daddy, then felt smothered by the anticipation of waiting. Every second ticked by, until finally he replied back, calling her his little girl.

She wanted to ask for more. She wanted to beg for him to call her a dirty whore, to describe her getting spanked, to tell her what to do. But she didn’t want to lose her Daddy. So she took what she could get.

Today’s text was a bit tame, a simple “What are you wearing?” Read more »

Put on a show [mf] [exhibitionism]

The curtain slowly crawled up the walls of the dimly lit theater. There’s a spotlight on the stage, and you know what you want to do. You can feel the anticipation and desire welling up inside of you.

Two spotlights flicker to life, burning down on you. You can hear the audience shuffle, readying themselves.

It’s time to put on a show.

You slowly walk around the stage, sauntering your hips. Teasing with a glove, a garter. Slowly, the creeky floorboards are littered with your once-treasured lingerie. You’re left with nothing but 5-inch stiletto heel shoes and a smile.

One of the spotlights is now having trouble tracking your movement. You can almost make out the silhouette of the operator, you know that he’s long since unzipped his pants and has been slowly stroking his cock.

There’s a single, solitary chair in the center of the stage. The crowd is trying to not make a noise, but you can hear the muffled sounds of lubricated flesh. Your heels clack against the wood. You put one foot up on the chair. Your fingers go slick the moment they touch your already dripping pussy lips. You slowly spread for the crowd. Read more »