Cursed, part one (fm)

I can’t believe the way this old woman is staring at me. I’m used to people staring at me, but it’s unusual for an old woman to be leering at me the way she is. What is she even doing in a nice bar like this? She looks like she should be muttering to herself while feeding pigeons in the park.
She approaches me slowly but with confidence, never breaking eye contact.

“Pretty girl, gotta boyfriend?”

I recoil slightly, confused. Is she hitting on me?

“No,” I reply with a bit of an attitude.

“How come why not?” she asks and I notice an accent, perhaps Eastern European.

“I dunno,” I say, feeling a weird vibe from her.

“You should get a boyfriend, before you’re all used up.”

Finding your purpose (fffm) (teen/corruption/virginity/cult)

This is part 1 of ?

I grew up in a strict religious household. Pentecostal, to be exact. My parents, four brothers and I went to church every morning before school to pray for forgiveness for our sins. I wasn’t allowed to date or really have friends (though my brothers were) and I had to beg the preacher to forgive me nearly every day for touching myself. He reminded me sternly every day that my “center” was for my husband to use daily and to give birth to children and nothing else. He would make me describe to him exactly how I masturbated the previous evening and what I was thinking about while I was doing it, which was the worst punishment of all. I told him I would close my eyes and rub my breasts under my bra until my nipples were hard, and then I would rub my vagina with my palm open until it was slick and dripping down my backside. Then I would stick one or two fingers inside myself and work them in and out slowly until the pressure built up and I felt a powerful release that relaxed me and made me fall asleep easily. The preacher would listen quietly, sometimes breathing heavily, he was so disgusted with me. I felt such intense shame but I couldn’t stop.

Husband is on a call and I’m waiting… (fm, anal, oral, choking)

I (29f) have my smallest butt plug in and I’m lightly brushing my nipples waiting for him to bring me his (38m) 10.5″ cock.

I think I’ll let him get in bed, then straddle him. I’ll make out with him until I feel his dick start to move. Ill grind against him lightly, moving my hips in a circle as I pull my shirt over my head.

Wait a beat.

Then, pull the bra up over my head so my tits bounce in his face as I free them. I’ll hand him the nipple clamps, always his favorite for my 34DD boobs.

He’ll twist and tug on the clamps while I grind against him harder. He knows I like a lot of foreplay but sometimes he can’t help himself…

He’ll shove his hand in my underwear and start fingering me roughly, stretching out my tight pussy. I’ll whimper and he’ll hook his finger, rubbing my g-spot. I’ll get off him and move to the side so he can keep fingering me while I pull his cock out of his pants, lick it a couple of times, then swallow it whole, gagging and choking as I force myself to deep throat. He’ll fuck my face, groaning as he puts his hands on my head and uses my mouth like a fleshlight.

The evening standard (mf, anal, dp, squirt)

I (29f) made this account because people know my main and I want to share details about my sex life because it makes me super horny to think about and recount those details. This is all completely true. For a picture, I’m 5’3, 135 lbs, 34H (yes that’s my real bra size), long brown hair and green eyes. He’s 6’2″, 215 lbs (fit, but a bit of a dad bod), dark hair and blue eyes. We live in an apartment in NYC and I’m pretty sure our neighbors often hear us having sex.