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Naked Housework- Woman likes to clean in the nude

I’m a bit of a closet naturist. I’d never go nude in public, not even on a nude beach or at a nudist camp, but at home I have a tendency to shed my clothes. Why not? There’s no-one there to see me and I find it liberating. I do all my housework nude.

I’m not careless about my nudity. A certain natural modesty prevents that. I keep a slip-on housedress available on a peg next to the front door. It’s the work of a moment to put it on before answering the door. If I have visitors who are actually going to come into the house I take a moment to slip into my bedroom for some underwear.
Currently I was in the kitchen doing a bit of cooking, listening to the radio and trying to keep one ear peeled for the door-bell. I’ve been expecting a package for several days now, and I’ve been bugging the postman about it. He has to deliver it to the door because he needs to get a signature. I have stressed several times that the package is important and that I need it. Read more »

First Time at the Gynecologist – A young woman’s first time at the gynecologist.

1985 and I’d been offered a typing post with the Civil Service. I’d left college after my 5th Year and after taking several typing exams I’d waited for the right job. The interview had gone swimmingly and i was due to start the following fortnight providing my references were ok and subject to a medical.

The alarm woke me from a deep slumber, I reached over and turned it off and cuddled up to my pillow. Gradually I came round and decided to get up. My doctor’s appointment was at 10:00 and i need to leave the house by 9:30. I threw back the bed sheets and blankets and felt the cool morning air. I brought my long legs up and placed them on the floor, stretching my arms as i did so. I stood up and my bunched up pink baby doll nightie fell down to my thighs. I picked up a towel, went into the bathroom turned on the shower. Went to the toilet, did a wee, wiped myself and checked the tissue, thankfully my period had finished the day before and I was all clear. I would have hated to have gone to the doctor’s wearing a Dr. Whites. Read more »

The taboo traditions and rituals of the Kundali tribe. [Tribal] [Incest] [Mother-son]

In our world a myriad of different cultures and traditions exist. Culminating from many generations of tradition passed down from parent to child. Some of these traditions die off before they have hardly even begun, and some continue on for centuries upon centuries. These traditions range from what the western world views as “Wonderful” and “Exotic”, to “Taboo” and “Barbaric”. Yet to the people who believe in them they each carry a unique, purposeful meaning.

A tribe located far in the east, secluded in jungles and known as almost a myth to outsiders. Has been around for many, many centuries. And is known not only for its powerful warriors and secrecy but the taboo traditions and rituals it follows to this very day.

In the tribe of Kundala, A mans ability to fight is valued above everything. From a young age Kundali boys are trained in all arts of war. They grow up fighting for everything, even something as simple as a meal. While to the outside world this may seem barbaric, the Kundali believe that this separates the weak from the strong. Read more »

Just Friends?

I was thinking of her standing right here , just moments before me.
Remembering the shape of her body through the shower doors.
The full , firmness of her perfectly shaped ass.
The soft movement of her curvaceous hips.
I could feel my dick getting hard.
Oh god no!
I have to think of something else!’
It’s not working!
I’m so hard I can’t take it!
Suddenly, she was standing outside the shower holding a
Fresh towel in her hand.
Aren’t you Finished yet?!”
Ya.
Ya I’m done. Be right down.

She shot him a sassy smile and whispered “ Don’t
Keep me waiting long”.

I quickly dried myself with the towel she gave me.
Mmmm!
I can smell her scent on the towel from her holding it.
I’m still so hard!
My dick is throbbing.

Mutual masturbation (a fantasy of a memory)

I want this to be more of a fantasy than a general story…. Don’t kill me for it. It will be written as if its a memory.

To start off.
We’ve been friends for the longest time. I always respect your choices in men, be it they’re always somewhat questionable. I don’t whine about it.
But I remember one day in particular, about 1 maybe 2 years back when you had just gone through a be Al up again. I too had just gone through a break up, but I was quite impartial to it, quite juxtaposed about the situation.

Any, you were at my house, (I’m going to use Jess for this). Jess was at my house, wearing a cute white mini skirt and a deep blue crop top (yeah I was always questioning her style choice too)
as she and I were watching a movie, an especially raunchy scene came on the screen. As the actors made out and the male lead caressed the female leads average C cup breasts. I looked over at Jess and she was massaging her firm B cups through the crop she wore.
“this getting to you” I commented to her and she just looks at me and says, “the break up has left me wanting, so you mind if I just sit here and play or do you want me to stop” now I couldn’t be the dick friend who tells his friend, “oh please stop masturbating in front of me”. No I won’t be that guy.
So. I tell her, “if you can play it’s only fair I do too” this made her smile at me and she winked. I was actually only kinda joking, but she was serious. Read more »

WHITE BOY LICKED MY FEET! ???‍♀️ SUCH CULTURE SHOCK AND IT MADE HIM CUMM IN SECONDS TOO! OMG! WHAT WORLD IS THIS?

Okay guys this is a TRUE STORY and it is such a culture shock to me like i legitimately can’t!!! I don’t even know what to think at this point and i have been looking for some place to anonymously share this experience and what i decided to do about it! Read on…..

I am a 23 year old African girl from Arusha, Tanzania. I was brought up in a strict Catholic family. Through my mom’s aunt whose lived in Germany for over 30 years, i came to Berlin to work in retail. On one summer morning while out for a run in “Friedrichshain Park” i stopped for a break and that’s when i first spotted him.

His name is Max. He is the most cutest dreadlocked white guy i have ever seen hands down! A 47 year old photographer here in Berlin. All my friends raised their eyebrows on the huge age gap/difference between us but for me it’s kinda hot having an older more experienced guy sweating ontop of me so whatever! {We will get to how he ended up moaning and sweating ontop of me on a different post} Read more »

“Jack’s Offshore”—Please Comment/Critique

The blue and white Bell Jet Ranger helicopter was closing on the oil rig, eighty miles into the green choppy sea off Port Fourcon, Louisiana. Jack told himself he wasn’t going back offshore again! Ever! Yet, here he finds himself, accepting another hitch — not on the platform he’s flying to, but on the one-hundred-forty foot supply boat tied up to it. Twenty-eight days of – fourteen days off.

Along with Jack and the pilot, were two rig-operators and a roustabout. None spoke during the entire thirty-five minute flight. As the chopper banked for the approach, the roustabout vomited into a bag handed out by the pilot before take-off.

Can’t even handle the helicopter ride. Sorry bastard – Jack thought to himself.
As the skids beneath the helo where touching down, Jack was already longing to be back in the gay bars of the French Quarter. Everything from the big dance clubs to the hole-in-the-wall spots. He thrived in that environment. Jack wasn’t attracted to the men in this flying box — not even a little bit — but he loved being wanted by the men in those bars. He’d been heavily desired by beautiful women in his past. Slept with plenty of them – but none could equal the ravenous intensity of unfamiliar gay men in heat. Jack found that most of the single gay men in the Quarter weren’t looking for love behind the eyes. Many, not even like. Read more »

[MMF} [voy] [mast] [oral] BUSTED – A couple gets a little carried away at a rest stop while playing with a strange cock. A threesome public sex story.

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Hi, my name is Paula and the story you are about to read is completely true – with a name change or two.

I’m a mostly happily married woman, late twenties with blue eyes and dark hair. I am studying for my Ph.D. at a large Midwestern university in the USA.

I’ve been married a couple of years and had a lot of fun. One of the things that really turns me on is “strange”. That is, the first time usually is the best time for me in many ways. All guys are different, you know. I

thought being married would kinda put a damper on my sexual explorations. It was, therefore, very unexpected when one night as I worked my husband’s cock in and out of my mouth he asked me if I had ever fantasized about other men.

Did I? Hell yes!

What did I fantasize about?

“Well,” I told him, “I really like sex and I like getting eaten out… but I REALLY like sucking cock. I can orgasm sucking a man off, really! especially if it’s “strange” cock.” Read more »

I (23F) accidentally slept with my boyfriend’s identical twin brother and let him creampie me

I started seeing Anthony two months prior to this, casually at first. When we started sleeping together, he kept coming back after that. In the first few weeks, we didn’t tell each other much about our lives outside of sex.

We met at a bar while I was out with my girlfriends, and he was out with his friends. It had been convenient that there was an even number of girls and guys. When my friends and I had noticed, we picked out which one we wanted.

Of course I picked the tall, muscular one in the leather jacket. His hair was dark brown and slicked back, and his eyes were just as dark; a contrast to my light auburn hair and pale green eyes. I liked the way he looked at me, like he already knew exactly where he wanted the night to go with me.

“Hey,” he smiled at me when I approached, “I’m Anthony.” He held his hand out.

I shook it firmly, “I’m Daphne. How old are you?”

He eyed me warily, “does it matter?”

I smiled and shook my head, “no. I’m just filling space.” Read more »