A Day in the Life of a Nymphomaniac (yours truly) [F] [MF] [FF]

0600: Wake up wet. Hump the air in animalistic horniness. Rub my clit for a quick orgasm while thinking about my friend Emily (see previous story), who I have plans to see with others later.

0615: Pull on sweatpants and tank top. Walk downstairs and eat breakfast.

0625: Lie on the couch and swipe on Tinder, getting progressively more sweaty, hot and aroused.

0705: Decide I need a shower from all this sweaty fun. Wash myself for about 40 seconds before trying to make myself cum with the shower head. Orgasm and then actually wash myself.

0730: Remember that I promised myself I would hit the gym this morning. Pull on sports bra, shorts (no panties), and hoodie. Walk to gym, certain of people looking at my camel toe.

0745: Complete full body weights workout and then spend 20 mins on elliptical, while images flash through my mind of the muscular men at the gym bending me over and pounding me.

0900: Quick shower in the gym, revelling in how my F cup tits and pussy are momentarily exposed in a public location.

0905: Put on some fresh shorts and my hoodie from earlier, so I’m technically decent as I walk home.

Caught masturbating in grocery aisle [F]

So I was buying food today and while in the bread aisle I saw this girl who wasn’t my usual type. She was tall and very slim, with tattoos and heavy makeup, dyed pink hair. She looked like either an “alternative” girl from like 2003 or a trailer trash type. Like I said, not my usual style.

This time, though, something just came over me. As I looked at her we made eye contact and I instantly felt something sexual stir in me. Once she looked away I couldn’t help but keep checking out her long, smooth legs and pretty face. She was wearing a very short dress and I think I could see a hint of nipple, so she probably wasn’t wearing a bra either, which turned me on even more.

Eventually I couldn’t restrain myself and started feeling myself through my booty shorts right there in the aisle, both scared of being caught and unable to stop. For about 45 seconds I worked away at my clit while she shopped for bread, unaware of my unabashed wantonness. She looked up at me again, with my hands down my pants, and my heart nearly stopped. She made a quick exit.

Cheating on my boyfriend at big party [MF]

So this story takes place during my vacation between high school and college, where I first started to become a true slut. I’d been invited to a girl at high school’s party, so we knew it was going to be good. My boyfriend at the time was ill, which gave me the opportunity to be quite a shameless slut during this party.

So we rock up to this house. I’ve got on this cute little dress that displays my F cup tits quite nicely. We ring the bell and are taken into the party. It’s live. There are people playing games, dancing, drinking, and that’s just in the big main living room. I also spied some people outside in the massive garden running about playing frisbee. As you might be able to guess, though, that’s not really my scene, so I stuck to inside, said hi to a few people, and found a nice corner which me and my friends sat around talking and drinking wine.

Making my [F] neighbor [F] squirt on me

Hi y’all! I’m back after a little break caused by my computer being a little shit and failing to work (I don’t know why, my brain is usually focused elsewhere than computer science). Anyway, here I am again with the next bit of the story.

The last time I saw her, I’d made out with my neighbor, and she then left me braless and horny without us having sex. She kept my bra so that I’d have a reason to come back (like I needed one).

Since that was the game we were playing, I decided to wait a day more before I came back, so she’d be just as eager and excited as I was by the time I finally returned. You can understand how hard this was for me to do if you’ve been reading the other stories (or if you had seen my neighbor, but that’s a little more unlikely), but, contrary to my own expectations, I managed to stop myself from giving in to my instincts for once and didn’t go there the next day; nor did I play with her at the window. I really tried to leave her wanting me desperately; in other words, to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Squirting in front of my [18F] neighbor [F], whom I then meet

Hi y’all! It’s me again, continuing where I left off last time. If you need a recap, three days ago I got a guy to fuck my brains out on the windowsill so my hot neighbor would see it, and hopefully play with herself for me. She only teased me, pretending to strip before slinking away as I came on the Tinder guy’s cock.

So the next day, we resumed our regular dance. I walked up to the window as sexily as I could, dressed in some sweatpants and a tight white tank top: no bra or panties. I saw her there, as usual, sipping on her morning coffee. She smiled as I approached the window. I started massaging my tits through the slightly sheer and stretchy tank, and she barely reacted. I lifted my shirt and started playing with my boobs more heavily, teasing my nipples. This provoked a little flush in her, and she bit her lip and pushed her own tits together, to give me a view. As I keep doing this, I notice her laugh a little at me. I look down and find that my sweatpants have loosened so the top of my slit is in view. At this point I’m so turned on I can’t help but play with my clit in front of her. I try to keep it gentle, and look at her to see her reaction. She slowly draws a finger to her lip and smiles before turning heel and walking away. I can’t help but to continue masturbating to orgasm as she teases me yet again.

I [F18] have been putting on a show for my neighbor [F]

Ok so I’ve noticed that one of my neighbors keeps similar hours to me. She can also see right into my window. As you’ve guessed by reading the title, this gave me a little fun idea.

Whenever I got dressed, I’d make sure to strip by the window and look out for her. I’d take ages to get dressed, and only put a top on last (or not at all). That way, if she was there, she’d get a good look at my F cup tits and I’d feel like I’d used them well.

Well eventually, as I had planned, we caught each other at the right moment. After a long, steamy shower, I went to the window and slowly peeled off my slightly wet dressing gown, exposing my whole body. As I dropped the gown on the floor I spotted her looking at me. We made eye contact briefly, making me shudder a little, before I watched her scan me up and down. I gave my tits a little wiggle before she smiled, took a sip of her coffee and walked away from the window.