A wet day (MF, tan lines, shower sex, oral, spit roasted, cream pie)

After all afternoon in the pool your skin is tanned and sun kissed, contrasting sharply against your pale breasts as you take your top off. Your bottoms drop to the floor after you untie one side of them and your tan outlines the covered area. I think about how just a thin piece of fabric is all that shields your incredible body from everyone’s eyes. Just an inch, that’s all it’d have to move for your simp to be seen, less than that for your nipples. The tan lines almost reaching the dark and sensitive skin, now fully erect in the cool of the apartment.

“See something you like?” You ask sweetly. My response is to grab a hold of your waist and lay you on your back across the mattress. I spread your legs apart from each other and watch your pussy change from a clean shaven line to a small, pink, wet opening. My lips kiss up your thighs, heavy breathes between your legs making you desire what’s coming even more. Your scent washes over me, making me inhale deeply and enjoy.

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Innocent jilling caught on camera

All characters in the story are 18+

Leaning and cozying up to the star basketball player Sara was tutoring. It was causing that wet spot on her panties to grow, just thinking of the things he could do to her. Focus she tells herself after this problem she would be off to her favorite spot in the library.

Done, now she quickly packs up her stuff and hurries off. Walking quickly, almost to the point of running, to her spot, she feels the wetness growing. Finally, her secret spot. No one ever came there every time she scoped it out. Now it was her spot.

Throwing her bag down and immediately dropping to the floor she reaches her hand up her skirt. Pushing her soaking wet panties to the side she begins to play with her clit and soon her attention is solely on pleasing herself. Within minutes the orgasm comes and she’s left spent trying to catch her breath taking in all the pleasure.

In all her haste she missed the post-it note on the shelf. “Look down”. A phone set upright pointing its camera right where she was. You pick it up and turn it around. A blurred figure stares back.

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Words, Wine and a Wanton Woman (true story, xpost from r/sluttyconfessions)

I love words. I love the power of words, their shadings, the way they can convey everything from instructions for cooking an egg to the heartbreak of losing a loved one.

Also, the right words, strung together just so, can lead to some passionate situations if they fall on the right ears.

I have the year pretty well pinned down as 2013, but it might have been 2014. There are enough tiny missing pieces that I wouldn’t stake my life or even last Friday’s paycheck on either.

I used to do some painting at an art studio not far from me. I wasn’t great, but I had a few shows. The art show also hosted reading events from time to time, including the occasional poetry open mics. Those were usually on Thursdays.

We had a decent-sized group going one night, with some people I recognized and a few I didn’t. Among the ones I didn’t were two women, friends of the space’s director, who had come together. One was tall, mid-20s, with light reddish-brown hair and — well, let’s just say that she probably had to say “My eyes are up HERE, pal” a lot. Her friend was in her mid-30s: shorter, dark-haired, thick (in the good way) with great hips that said “Hold on tight” in pretty much every language known to humanity.

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Holiday adventures of a red haired slut and me…. My second story I’m posting. [mf]

Back when I was 19 I went to the beach one Saturday. Whilst laying on the soft sand this beautiful, petite redhead came waltzing out the water in front of me.
There this beautiful redheaded goddess was standing right in front of me, water dripping from her perfectly petite form. She wasn’t the tallest, standing only about a respectable 1.2m (4feet) but boy was she stunning. She had long wavy red hair, a great toned body, beautiful tan lines and a pair of what I suspected was a large C cup breasts.
As she walked out the water toward me she smiled and greeted me.
I smiled and waved back at her. Then she stopped and asked me if she could have a seat beside me in the shade. I was floored (pun intended) here the beautiful girl was interacting with and even wanted to sit beside me.
After talking to her I deduced that she was on holiday as well, she had come on holiday for her 18th birthday. She had only turned 18 two days prior. I congratulated her on the milestone in her life…
I asked her if I could help with anything and she said at that moment there was nothing I could do but if I wanted I could come share drinks with her later that day…

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Pretending to be a prostitute, a vixen puts on a show. [voy] [MF] [prostitute]

“Is he there with you?” The message looms on the screen of my phone.

My nerves are a mess. My body quivers.

Carefully, my shaking fingers fumble over the text, “Yes, he’s here.”

It’s impossibly still within the room. The hotel air conditioning cools the sheer material of my dress as it hangs, teasingly, over my erect nipples. The uncertainty of the situation hypnotizes me. I wait for further instruction.

“Good. Will you do everything thing I ask?”

I had come this far. I am committed now.

“Of course,” I reply.

I am not sure I can do everything he asks, but at this point I yearn to try. I run my hands down my stomach, my senses are heightened.

The phone lights up with another text, “Will he do everything I ask?”

I look across the room and smile, nervously, at a very willing young man.

“Yes, I believe he will,” I answer.

The next text comes quickly, “Then let us begin. Tell him to stand up.”

Forced to Please You [MF]

This is a somewhat continuation of my previous story.

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I fell asleep the previous night without putting back on my panties, or anything else, and forgot until I awoke to a hand rubbing and squeezing my ass. Laying on my stomach, I push my ass up into the hand, wanting it to move down to my pussy. Instead, the hand is removed. I turn to look at my boyfriend, still a bit sleepy, and let out a soft whine. This is met by a big smack, forcing me to shove my face in the pillow to muffle my sounds. “Aw, did the baby like that?” he whispers in my ear, before spanking me again. When I don’t respond, he spanks me while saying, “I said, did *smack* that *smack* feel *smack* good *smack* slut? *smack*”.

I see the smirk on his face as I moan, “yes daddy, I love it”. He moves so he’s on me, biting my neck as he grinds his hard cock against my ass. Immediately I notice he isn’t wearing anything either. His hands move up and under me so he can squeeze my tits.

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Date night with my stupid girl.

As way of introduction. I’m not a writer. I wrote this as a fantasy for my sub. It was written over a fair period of time and I have done my best to make it readable. Anyway enjoy.

Your sitting at your desk typing away at your new computer when a delivery man arrives with a bunch of roses. Looking for ‘my little girl’?? He asks. He places them down and you read the card. ‘Congrats on the new job. Dinner tonight 7:30. Dress is formal’.
You spend the remainder of the day nervous at what’s to come. You finish work and rush home to shower and get ready. You sit in the couch nervously waiting.

A town car arrives outside your apartment and you step from your door to get in. The driver opens the rear door for you. Inside I am waiting, a flute of champagne ready for you. “Hello my lil slut” is all I say. The short drive to the restaurant is spent in silence. You know better than to attempt small talk.

Cardio Dance Class [M4F]

Bill went on a dare from his friend, Carol. She was like “you love music, you will love this!” He was one of three guys in the class with 30 women. Bill was not the tallest or the thinnest, but of the men, clearly the best dancer. One was married, his wife watching him as he danced, but Don was mainly there to ogle women. The other, Gary, was a creeper and show-off, there more to be a peacock seeking to mate, than to dance. He was awful, and a joke to everyone. Carol went with Bill a couple of months, then had work commitments. He had made friends with several women in the class but was careful not to be overtly sexual, fearing that someone would complain and he would be kicked out. Bill loved the Latin music, the steps, the moves. He loved how the beat of the music pulsated through him. He had been attending about 6 months and was faithfully copying every move from the instructor. He was serious about it. As he become really good, women would “dance with him”. Leah was the best. Bill and Leah looked like a professional dance team, copying each other’s moves, moving in sync. She was younger, but definitely into him. Bill was in tech, but because of kids at home, he was careful with his phone apps. His kids knew his unlock code and would use his phone at moment’s notice. He would load up Tinder or kik, but then delete the app by the time his kids got home from school. One day, Bill loads up Tinder, swiping through options, he sees Leah there. The thoughts start running through his head. First, He never thought he’d find someone he knew here. Bill was more exploring the world here, than really trying to find a hookup. He was GenX, less Tinder, more Match. He was curious about the app because the media had hyped it up, but really wasn’t into hookups. Second, he knew she lived at home, as they had gone out in a group after Zumba one night, he, the instructor Paula, her friend Mary, and Leah. Leah has an exotic face that draws you to her, and her accent was clearly not from the US. The next Zumba session was more difficult. He had always admired her muscled legs and shapely thighs. It was moving to summer, so Leah was not wearing shirts anymore but loose tank tops, her stately shoulders exposed. The tank tops were loose, showing her workout bra underneath. A side view gave him a clear view of her form. As they synced to the music, Bill started moving his hips more suggestively, and Leah surprised him with sexy dance moves that compressed her stomach and shook her hips. She looked like a girl in strip club. The gyrations showed off her womanly shape in the leggings. This gave him problems, because knowing she was “on the market”, but clearly not his age. What was he going to do?

Cum dump on a mission

Another planned day… my favorite.

I got up and made ready. Butt plug in my ass while I shave. I can’t resist sliding my fingers through the sopping wet folds. But no cumming. I am on a mission.

Tank top, broom skirt and sandals. Nothing underneath. Jewlery to complete the hippy look. At this point, my pussy is so excited I have juice smeared along my thighs. This is going to be a good day!

Like Music, Like a Dance (True Story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Oh, look, another car sex story! Or is it another story about a college student?

Yes. Exactly.

Early 2000s — 2002, let’s say, give or take a year. That would make me almost 40, and her 21.

We met in Yahoo chat, as so often used to happen before that went away. She was a student at one of the local community colleges. She’d already finished her RN during the fall semester and was taking some additional classes during the spring before transferring to a four-year school. Still, I like to think of her as a nursing student because I’ve always had a bit of a thing for nurses.

(No, she didn’t wear her scrubs when we got together. That was another nurse, another time and place.)

It was close to finals time — late April, early May — and her classes were stressing her out. I asked her if she needed some stress relief and she said that actually sounded like a good idea. Her finals were a week away, so we made plans to meet up before then, after her last class of the day, and take a drive out into the country.

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