(33F) I’m his little cumslut [MF]

We met up in a parking lot, after sending each other pictures of ourselves masturbating. He’d waited to cum until we met up, a last minute decision. Except he was pressed for time — had to go pick up his kid soon. I didn’t know what to expect or how much time we had, so I was simply wearing a dress and the butt plug I’d specifically bought for him. He loves my sluttiness and my ass.

When he got out of his car, I exited mine and walked toward him. “Go back to your car,” he ordered. “Get back in your car.” I did. Then he was next to me, hands pulling out his cock. “I’d love to fuck your ass, but I don’t have time,” he told me in a low, sultry tone. “So you’re going to sit right there and I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

So that’s exactly what we did. I turned my head toward him and eagerly took the offered cock in my mouth. He was hard and eager. Just the way I like him. I moaned in pleasure and slowly sucked his thick, luscious cock. Savoring him. It had been far too long.

(33F) He breaks all of (M)y rules [MF]

I have rules: I don’t host, condoms are required, no marks. These are firm rules. I never break them; I may be slutty and stupid, but I try to be safe. But then there’s T. He was my first slutty adventure, breaking open a dam of sexual energy and desires that I had too long neglected. He also breaks my rules. And I gleefully allow him to do so.

We’re both sneaking around, so we don’t get extended periods of time together very often. We squandered our first opportunity with crossed signals and nerves. Our second opportunity cut itself short, but it definitely did not disappoint.

Late one Tuesday morning, he messages me. He has the day off.

T: I’m feeling frisky. Are you home alone?

Me: I am, actually … but I need a shower.

T: I need a shower too. But I can take a quick one and come over if you want …

Me: I have the most disgusting depression house.

T: I’m not interested in your house … ?

The devil emoji gets me every time.

Orgasms really do help migraines [MF]

(I wrote this up just after the encounter; just now getting a chance to post)

Hi! I just had some amazing sex and need to tell someone about it while my legs calm down so I can drive home.

I’ve been getting in touch with my inner slut over the last few months. In the interest of doing so, I’ve been chatting with this guy for at least two months; I like to get to know the people I hook up with a little bit before we meet, it just feels safer. Two months is way longer than I usually chat, though, but our schedules never quite matched up. Until today.