YouCanCallMeKay, Author at NSFW story

31[F] It’s Super Bowl Sunday. And I’ll probably spend it masturbating…

I call myself an 80/20 girl: 80% of the time I prefer the company of women, but it only works out that way on 20% of encounters.

My first sexual experiences were with girls in the dorm. My ONLY sexual experiences for quite some time were with girls. But I’m still very attracted to men and, honestly, they’re easier to find for commitment-free fun.

But I masturbate to women. At least mostly. And that’s how I found Reddit. My job keeps me on the road most nights and I’m an unrepentant slut that has no problem with one night stands. But some days I get out of the office late and all
I want is a stiff drink, room service, and a couple of orgasms before a good night of sleep.

Hardcore doesn’t interest me. Neither do porn actresses. For the most part I’m all about pop singers and movie stars. Sometimes athletes. Taylor Swift is my all time favorite fantasy. Gal Gadot. Alex Morgan.

I prefer solo pics or videos curated by others so I don’t waste time looking for what’s sexy. Which makes subreddits perfect. And in the last I always stuck to the ones focused on women. Read more »

[FM] Seducing a much older man to get a job.

This was in college about ten years ago. I had good grades. I already knew I was going to an Ivy League school for an MBA after graduation. I’d already had a “serious” summer job where I got business and management experience. And I’d been in a competitive academic environment since I entered prep school in ninth grade.

I just wanted ONE fun job. I’d never worked retail or as a waitress. I was chasing any type of gig in music. Anything with concert promotion or a small label.

I got a couple of interviews that went nowhere. I was too young or inexperienced or, as one stoner hippie chick told me, “not just a good fit.” I always come off as this demure, Hispanic good girl. And I’m sure the private high school and college didn’t help around people who’d mostly gone to state college or just been in the industry forever without any schooling.

The funny thing is my boarding school experience was probably wilder then they could even fathom. I wasn’t ACTUALLY a good girl. Even at 21 I already had years of experimenting with sex and drugs under my belt. Just not rock and roll. Read more »

[FM][FFM] When my FWB from Work Decided I Needed to Meet His Wife

***Link to pics and earlier posts in the comments***

“You want this pussy, baby?”

I was straddling Glen on all fours. My face was hovering inches above his hard cock. My long dark-hair tickled his erection as I glanced over my shoulder. My panties were on the floor–along with most of my clothes–and my wet pussy was just inches from his nose.

I was wearing a black slip skirt, bra, and garter belt with cream colored stockings.

With one hand I pulled the skirt up so he could see my bare ass. I put two fingers between the lips of my cunt and spread it in front of his face. I spread my fingers open and shut, flashing him my pink.

Slow, erotic music was playing in the background and I wagged my hips slowly to the bass.

“You like this pussy?” I repeated.

Glen made an affirmative grunt. I knew he was dying to taste me. But he was helpless to do anything about it. His arms were spread above his head–each one cuffed to a corner bedpost. He wore a snug metal cockring that would make it virtually impossible for him to cum. Read more »

[F] Completed Challenge One from r/stupidslutsclub

***Outfit pic in the comments…***

Being a slut is nothing new to me. I lost count of how many men I’d fucked way back in college. I lost count of women before that. I’m in my early 30s now, and I haven’t been monogamous for more than a few weeks in my life.

But that didn’t stop me from taking an interest in the challenges. I don’t think I need a makeover. And random mall sex with three different guys isn’t my thing. But challenge one? That was something new.

And so I explored different cam sites. I found one I liked. And then I sat down in front of my lap top in a low cut, silky white robe that was meant to be paired with a nightie. Except I didn’t bother with the nightie. I just buttoned the robe up over a garter belt, virginal white panties, and stockings. And then I went to work. Read more »

[FM] I was seeing an alpha male who wouldn’t make time for me…so I fucked his friend instead

“I’m about to tear that gash up!”

Rod was hovering over me with a mix of lust that almost sent a child down my spine.

He liked to talk about what he was going to do. That much was obvious.

It was late at night and we were completely alone. I’d only met him a few hours earlier in bar. He wasn’t exactly my usual type. I tend to prefer the shy, confident types that I have to work to gain their interest. Rod was all brawn and very little brains. But there was something about him. Maybe it’s just that he was gorgeous–muscular and fit and ruggedly handsome. Or maybe I had just been in the mood for something different. In any case, I’d let him hit on me and buy me drinks all evening. When he offered to walk me home, I knew he expected more than that to happen. But I’d still accepted the offer. Read more »

[FF] This morning I let her ride my face…

I let her ride my face this morning.

I’m normally so in control. Especially with another woman. But this time I let her have what she wanted. What she needed.

In a high rise hotel. The curtains drawn open to the distant pre-dawn lights of the Vegas strip.

Both of us completely naked. Her long, black hair falling over her slender brown shoulders. Her large breasts swaying as she rocked back and forth. One hand on her clit. The other next to my hip for support. Her pussy lips spread wide open for my tongue to taste her.

There was hurry. No urgency. She moved her hips. Slow and steady. My tongue flicked back and forth. I gripped her thighs. Her moans started soft and subtle but grew in pitch.

It wasn’t our first liaison. Not by a long shot. These little trysts have happened for years. Every time business puts us in the same city.

But this was different. So sensual. So relaxed. Just about her. Despite my need to be touched. Read more »

[FFM] A Reunion With an Old Friend

“Come on, Kay,” Lana pleaded. “It’s still early! Just stay for one more drink!”

“No,” I protested. “I really can’t, Lana. You know how I feel about drinking and driving. I’m already past my limit! I won’t be able to drive home!”

“Then just stay,” she said. “I’ve got this big hotel room to myself. And there’s nothing to do. I’ll be so bored hanging out alone!”

Lana and I had first met at boarding school. Though she was a year older than me, we’d become best friends. We’d ended up at different colleges and in different cities after that. We still kept in touch, but rarely got to see one another. She’d come to town for work and the plan had been to bring along her boyfriend, Brian, and make a mini-vacation of it. But at the last minute he’d had an emergency come up at work and been unable to make the trip.

“No thanks,” I said as I looked around the room. “Where would I sleep? This couch is barely comfortable enough to sit on.”

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” she said. “I’m tiny. And that king bed is huge. You can sleep with me.” Read more »