Author: yes_lets_

Creative Use of a Trench Coat Belt [MF]

Jealousy is a funny thing. I have a funny relationship with it.

Sometimes I get angry.

Sometimes I get…new lingerie. And fishnets, and a proper trench, and I wear those things on a flight as I close in to re-stake a claim. People stare—in the airport, on the plane, in the Lyft—wondering about the woman in a semi stripper costume out in public.

Yes, that’s right. This is exactly how I meant to look. I have something to attend to.

I lingered at the back of the plane, walking out dead last, both to tease out the suspense and also to ensure the fewest number of strangers would catch a glimpse of my ass cheeks in the higher-than-expected vent cut up the back of the coat. This was a variable for which I had not planned. The thigh-highs and heels were still my only choice for garments below the waist. Oh, and the tiny red thong, but really that was just because it matched the tiny red bra. Read more »

Tent Sex [MF]

Once upon a time, I got fucked in a tent.

I used to fantasize about hooking up with fellow hikers while in the backcountry, perhaps due to my naughty stranger need and my odd love for being naked in the woods.

It’s at once a release and a curse to commune with nature while alone. To hike mountains and valleys and rivers all day with your world on your back, and finally curl up in a sleeping bag at night, oh it’s a delicious pleasure.

But it also means being in a tent, all night. Alone.

I mean I don’t have any problem with sliding my panties off and gliding a couple of fingers around and over my clit while I listen to the forest around me transition to night. I’m no doctor, but I’d argue that arching my back off my sleeping bag while I ride out waves of orgasms is a good measure of stretching after a day of hiking with a pack on. Moaning to that extent certainly repels bears.

Health and safety measures aside, I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to be thoroughly fucked in that tent, by more than just my lonely hands. Read more »

[MF] It started with an actual pearl necklace

I’m living a fantasy. Or rather I’m living all of my fantasies, rolled up into one man and the things he does to me.

He is my work fantasy, my stranger fantasy, my lover fantasy, and the fantasies I didn’t know were lurking in this, um, not so straight-laced mind of mine.

I met him at a conference. Months later, I found myself in a hotel room with him, impossibly being scheduled on a work trip together, and asking him to show me what it was like to be pinned down with enough force that I couldn’t move. We hadn’t had sex before this, and we didn’t plan on having sex on this trip. But oh god, I was like a moth to an intense flame, and he seemed to read my mind. Especially when it was the kinkier recesses of my mind.

He instructed me in choosing a safe word, in the aspects of play that make such a thing play, and told me to undress, as he did. I moved toward him, cautiously, to kiss him, and he took my wrists in his hands and effortlessly pushed me backwards onto the bed. He pinned my arms above me, roughly attacking my boobs with his mouth while I squirmed underneath him, flooded with pleasure and an odd rage at not being able to break free. Read more »