I [F] recorded myself masturbating for reddit, then invited a man [M] over to sample the audio…

Hi there! I originally posted this on sluttyconfessions, but a fellow Redditor reached out and told me it was more the vibe of this sub? I hope you enjoy hearing about my latest slutty experience.

I’ve been recording NSFW audios for about a month now, and I can’t believe I didn’t think to involve anyone in my real life yet.

Recording the audios is a bit of a lonely process. You’re stuck in a room behind microphones, all doors closed and windows covered to reduce as much background noise as possible. You read from a script and bring it to life with your performance, which, most of the time, involves reaching down to touch yourself and document those sounds for everyone else to enjoy. Then, when it comes to editing, you painstakingly comb through everything you recorded, every halted moan and shudder. Those moans play over and over, your own voice ringing through your ears, and reminding you of just how good it felt when those sensations were live. You know that people will eventually join you once you post the audio. Perhaps you’ll get a few comments and messages of people congratulating you, praising you, saying just how much they jerked off to your work. But still, you don’t get to actually see those reactions. Sure, you can imagine what it must’ve been like in their room while they turned off all the lights, settled down and pulled on their headphones. Sometimes, you wish you could just be with them as they’re listening, studying their reactions, noticing a cock growing harder or a cunt starting to drip. That would ruin the magic of NSFW audio, though. You’re not meant to exist in the same space as the voice actor; you are the audience.

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As I shakily applied shaving cream to my face, I wondered if it was too late to call my bank and report that credit card purchase as fraudulent. Sure, I had been the one to type in the numbers, but I wasn’t exactly thinking coherently. If you wouldn’t be allowed to operate heavy machinery while in my state, there should also be some regulation against 2AM purchases of over five-hundred dollars. 

With a boozy brain, I had enthusiastically agreed to Halloween plans with an old college buddy. He linked me to a flashy, password-protected website that featured photos of two very gorgeous women donned in gothic garb. I clicked through some photos of the exhibition and saw that it was a lurid take on a haunted house experience. Allegedly, the home itself was haunted with spirits from the nineteenth century. The page promised a night crafted for the ultimate horny thrill seeker, the squeamish and prudish warned to stay far away. The details of the evening’s festivities were vague at best, only providing coy bios of the group of go-go performers that were hosting the event. They were to guide individual guests through the house, acting as our guides, perhaps. As I scrolled the dancers, I fixated on one in particular, Helena, a petite and curvy brunette with a cherub face. She looked more dangerous than the rest, her dramatic, stormy eyes projecting through the screen and into my soul. I assumed there would be plenty of dancing during the performances, and I would love to see how she moved her body. If I was going to assign a partner to myself, it would absolutely be her. 

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I didn’t know there was a bar on campus. That was weird, right? I had never heard of a university that sponsored drinking. I guessed they were like the “cool parents” that host parties at their homes, thinking it was better that kids drank in a controlled space. The more I thought, the more it made sense. Maybe this could be the event to replenish me.

The sun was setting after my last class. I caught my reflection in the glass exterior of a nearby building. Gross. I didn’t look ready to go out at all. Would it be weird to go alone? Did I even have the charisma to trick a room of people into believing that I belonged in the crowd? I shook myself back to my senses. It was just a concert. I had flown solo before. I could do just fine if I focused on the music.

Back at my dorm, I tore through my wardrobe. I wanted to project a non-pretentious sexiness, maybe highlight my body’s. I chose an emerald velvet corset top with thick boning in the front and a chunky silver zipper in back, some high-waisted cigarette pants, and chunky black heels. I ran a brush through my hair and applied a dash of sparkly eyeshadow.

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*This is an edited to fit Reddit’s character limit. I’ll post the full version on my reddit profile soon!*

It was Tuesday. That meant a day full of boudoir photography. What started as a hobby collecting cameras blossomed into a full-blown career, and I felt incredibly lucky to be in that position.

Years ago, my clientele was largely made up of married women of varying ages. They all beamed as they stared into the lens, imagining the look of shock and invigoration on their husbands and wives’ faces when they revealed their secret project. Whenever I received a positive review on my website, I chuckled to myself, knowing that my client had probably just spent a long, dirty night with her partner before waking up and telling me the images were much appreciated.

Recently, a different batch of people began emailing me with requests. Gorgeous, industrious young men and women with personal NSFW production businesses inquired about my photo and video abilities. They wanted a professional touch to their content, all post-production included. They were making ungodly amounts of money and knew quality was the way to keep an audience, perhaps gain some professional modeling work.

[f22/m22] – what is a creampie? – [friends to lovers][creampie][doggy style][exhibitionist][breeding kink][teasing][caught]

*We were friends for almost a decade,and I never thought I’d want him to cum in me so badly*

I think what I liked most about Ed was the way he made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe. We sat on the couch that night, sharing bottles of beer after I trekked home from the city for a Christmas weekend visit. We were at our friend Kyle’s house, the usual haunt of all our gatherings. We were both twenty-two and basking in our young adult life together like this, despite never being anything more than platonic.

I had missed Ed and all things about him, his warm smile and dry delivery of the most clever lines. Every time I visited home, he was a little bit stronger, still hulking over me at least a foot, but also growing built from his new labor-heavy job. I had changed too. My fears of fully committing to myself had lifted, and I expressed myself freely in style, with confidence. We had both graduated college at that point, me using my degree, him not. I listened intently as he caught me up on his life, then I bared stories of my journeys and tribulations. We laughed until I found myself resting my head sleepily against his shoulder, with everyone else in the house already asleep. The TV played Simpsons re-runs, and we quietly chuckled, barely watching the screen. Instead, I suppressed breathy laughs into his deeply worn hoodie. We were too drunk and high to feel any motivation for movement, so instead, we challenged ourselves to whisper-giggle softly.

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Hi, there! This is my first story I’m posting to this sub. I hope you enjoy! Feel free to follow me if you’d like!

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There were many things on my morning commute that drew my attention away from the daily crossword puzzle I always tried so desperately hard to complete throughout my day. Perhaps I had an attention disorder, or more likely, I had chosen the wrong city to plant my roots if I wanted serene journeys. Nevertheless, I appreciated the banter and antics of fellow passengers.

The doors opened to a variety of things to look at: precious dogs who smiled at everyone, fashionistas trying out the latest trends fearlessly, groups of teens bantering and cackling at each other’s jokes. We all fell into our own routines, with me dragging myself to work Mondays through Fridays, off to one of the most bustling neighborhoods for offices. I watched as the older business man would fall asleep, only waking right at the moment his stop was announced. The pretty girl with the purple backpack had a new book every week, and I researched what they were about. A loud-mouthed skater boy who never had headphones when playing loud music. There was no such thing as privacy when so close to others, sometimes sitting thigh-to-thigh on the bench. Before I moved here, I did not understand how strangers would wave away bodily contact in favor of having a place to sit. I quickly learned; the city wears hard on the feet, especially when you wore heels like I did.