Author: ThatNakedRedditGirl

How I had anal sex for the first time. [F/M] [anal] [true story]

I’ve had fingers in my ass, I’ve worn a butt plug, I’ve enjoyed the rare occasion of an enthusiastic ass-eater, but I’ve never actually had anal sex in the penis-in-butthole sense.

Well. Until now.

I recently reconnected with someone I’ve previously been sexually acquainted with (it was a very brief time period a couple of years ago). Nowadays we are giving a friends-with-benefits style relationship a go together and so far it’s been extremely rewarding as far as both the friendship and the benefits.

Something you should know about my FWB is that he is a deep-in-the-booty ass man. A true connoisseur. He delights in all things derriere. He is a rear-end reveler. An asshole afficionado.

He wants those buns, hun.

He and I talked about this in text conversations a few times before we ever did anything. Why? Well, I wanted to know the details of what all he enjoyed doing with booties (almost everything) and how we could incorporate his love of butts into our time together. Because, honestly? I’ve never spent much time developing my enjoyment of butt stuff. It’s mostly been an off-chance side note in my sex life, not a main event. To be completely transparent, I was worried that I wasn’t going to deliver to his level of assjoyment (ass+enjoyment, obviously). Read more »

Morning With You [romantic] [missionary] [morning sex]

I wish I had rolled over in bed this morning, eyes still closed, still mostly asleep, and felt your mouth latch on to my breast and your hand kneading the other, lightly rolling the nipple between your fingers.

I’d have liked to keep my eyes closed and revel in the warmth of being pressed close to you while your tongue tugged and flicked and swirled around my nipple, sending sensations all over my body, but most urgently between my legs. I’d lay my leg over your hip and grind into your thigh, needy for more contact with you. Maybe you’d slide your hand down to grab my ass and feel how my hips roll to rub my pussy on you just right.

You’d start hearing me make little whimpers as I got more and more excited.

I’d use my hand to gently direct your mouth to release my nipple and travel up to meet my lips for slow, deep kisses.

My deliberate, steady grinding on your leg would have created a tell tale slickness now as my pussy became more and more sensitive with arousal and that achey puffiness that begs for attention. Read more »

Drunk On Breeding Dreams [breeding] [pregnancy]

I’m desperate to be pregnant again.

This happens every so often, usually around ovulation. Side note: Did you know that the best chance for getting pregnant is to have unprotected sex within the 72 hours *before* ovulation? You’re welcome for that.

The Mr. and I already have a plan for when we’ll start trying again for baby number two, and it’s not right now for a number of reasons.

But, god, I’m aching for it. I miss so many things about being pregnant.

I want that incredible baby-making sex. The kinky feeling of being utterly owned by your partner. The complete relinquishing of control. The vulnerability of letting the very thing you’ve always avoided finally happen.

I also just want to be round again. And feel magnificent. And experience the wild rushes of hormones …..and subsequently drip with cum on a shockingly regular basis.

I want to feel like a goddess again and watch how my body changes every week. I want to watch my areolas darken in preparation, my hips widen, my belly button poke out, my breasts swell to a deliciously plump state. Read more »

Momma’s gonna lose it if she doesn’t cum. [F] [masturbation] [orgasm denial by default]

For the first time in days I decided to spend time playing with myself during one of the baby’s naps. I ignored the dishes, turned a blind eye to the laundry, and stripped down to hop into bed. I was in a seeerious mood to be fucked, but Mr. TNRG is away for the weekend and I’m left to my own devices.

I had thoughts of a breeding scenario running through my head all morning. I wanted to be face down, ass up, and taking the full length of a thick cock in my aching pussy. I wanted to feel a big hand pressing down heavily between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned. I wanted to hear a gruff voice tell me to keep my hips high, just like he likes it. And I wanted to feel the sting of a few perfectly placed spanks land on my cheeks, immediately flushing with heat and redness like a perfect stamp on my pale skin…..

Baby is usually a perfect napper. An hour and a half twice a day, like clock work. Of course it took months of practice and schedule adjustments to get to a stable place like that – but for the last three months he’s been so predictable……until today. Read more »

The Origin of a Kink [Breeding/Impregnation/Pregnancy] [Long]

**The following is a long story that leads to a recent discovery. It’s all true, it’s very honest, it starts very sexy and ends very not sexy. I wrote it because I do my best thinking through reflective writing. I shared it because I value sharing the human experience in all of its unique forms.**

I want to be pregnant again.

So bad.

I loved being pregnant. For the most part, at least.

Sure, for the first 15 weeks the weirdest things could nauseate me to the point of running for the nearest trash can at any time of day. And yes, I have never experienced exhaustion quite like first trimester exhaustion (except for newborn exhaustion, that’s next level). And of course there were aches and pains that made some days pretty hard to get through…

But even with all that, pregnancy was fucking magical.

*I* felt fucking magical. I thought I was the world’s most womanly woman. I was a goddess of creation! I was participating in the most ancient act of maternal instinct. I had joined a sacred club. I was *making someone*. Someone that I was already so fucking in love with. Read more »

The Plan – Part 1 [breeding/impregnation] [edging]

**Heya! Thanks for checking out my story. It’s a work in progress. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it.** 😊

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“Knock, knock.”
I’m leaning against the doorframe of your home office. It’s 9am and you’ve been working since 6am on the final touches of a presentation. You’re under a lot of stress, you have been for the past month. So it’s with some sheepishness that I repeat myself, louder this time “Knock, knock. Do you know what today is?”

You swivel in your seat with a sigh, tearing your eyes from the spreadsheet before you. “What day is it?” You ask with genuine interest.

“It’s almost ovulation day!” I raise a tiny white strip of test paper in front of me, the chemical reaction having made the test area deep red. Sometime within the next 48 hours, I was going to ovulate and that meant now was the time to start taking advantage of that.

“Oh, is it?” You feign indifference to my excitement but moments later are cracking a knowing smile above your coffee mug before you sip. Read more »