Author: Lockdowntoclown

Coming up on the dancefloor [MF]

I love coming up on molly. The tingles that morph into waves of pleasure. Breath catching in your chest. Ridiculous grin spreading over your face. A total encounter with whatever music is playing. And an irresistible urge to be close to those around you. This is a favourite memory of just such a time, from the last summer before the pandemic hit.

It’s the first night of the festival, and after a day spent hauling camping equipment and messing around with a faulty camping stove, Kay and I have just dropped our first pills of the weekend. The DJ is playing some funky techno and the large tent is packed.

We keep our eyes locked on each another as the E hits, giggling in delight and dialling into the rhythm of the music. I pull her in, pressing our bodies together, our hips moving in unison. Her body against mine feels *exquisite*. Our lips meet and our tongues dance over one another in a sloppy and desperate kiss.

Soon, Kay turns around and I wrap my arms around her. I know she’s done this so she can press her ass into my crotch and I grind myself against her, gripping her hip with one hand to hold her firmly, running the other over her tummy, her breasts, her chest. Read more »

The Musical Orgy [Group]

One thing I’ve really missed these last two years is sex parties. I’ve been fortunate to be in a position where I’ve had no shortage of physical intimacy, but one thing we’ve all had to forego is proper, uncut, unabashed, debauchery. I guess we’ve needed to respond to the pandemic by putting up so many new boundaries, most of these severely limiting our physical interactions with other people. No regrets – it’s what we’ve needed to do. But it’s made me long for the wild abandon of times where even the more relaxed boundaries of normal time come tumbling down. There are few better experiences for these than orgies. I’ve been lucky enough to attend a fair few, and pretty much every one – even those that didn’t go entirely to plan – have contained fragments of sheer joy and pleasure. Recently I’ve been recalling one in particular, that took place about 6-7 years ago. Read more »

[MMF] That time I [33m] became a fuck toy for a hot married couple [39f/37m]

Hi everyone! I’m a long time reader of this sub, but I’ve never posted until today. Now, like everyone else I’m stuck indoors and horny, so I figured I’d try writing out some of my favourite stories from those heady pre-lockdown days.

I’m polyamorous, queer and a kinky switch – a combination that brings delightful opportunities for various and outrageous sexual encounters. I’m a 34 year-old cis-man, 5’7, with long hair, a reasonably toned body, and a thick straight cock that never draws complaints.

I’ll start with Amy and Adam. Fuck, Amy and Adam are hot. Amy’s a little taller than me, maybe 5’9, and curvy, with big soft breasts and a full round ass you just want to bite. She’s also beautiful, with high cheekbones, a slightly angular jaw, bright blue eyes and full lips generally curled into a sarcastic smile. Her jet-black hair is straight and cut just above the shoulder. Amy is 39, a couple of years older than her husband Adam. Adam’s even taller, at least 6’3, and huge. I think he wrestled when he was younger and he still has the basic features of that physique, although time and beer has softened his midriff. Still, his arms and thighs feel like tree trunks. Adam is bald on top, but has a scruffy beard covering his kind and earnest face. He’s the sort of man who makes you feel safer just by looking at him. Read more »