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I love knowing how much I turn people on, knowing it’s my body that gets them so horny and eager to take care of their growing need.
I love knowing they cum to my pictures, or with my body in mind.
The fact that they open Reddit in public or anywhere else, just to get a glimpse of my body. My tits, my pussy, my ass.
Maybe it’s my voyeurist streak, or maybe I’m an attention seeker. Whatever you want to call it, I don’t care. It turns me on knowing I have this effect on people.
We were coming back from Chicago and the wife has mention before she thought playing with some truckers would be very hot. She said she wanted to be a lot lizard lol. So thought out the ride home she is flashing any trucker that passes us.
We stopped at a flying J for gas and some snacks and I see her talking to a random trucker once I get out of the bathroom. She starts following him to his truck and get in it. 10mins later she is out but starts walking to another one and that guy opens his truck. She finally see me after the second guy and just waves me to go back to the car. I am now was 45mins in the car. She finally come back to the car her hair is all messed up no panties and cum on her face. I tell her and then she says look my my pussy and she is just leaking cum. She said she chatted up the first guy and then told her to go up to the next 4 trucks cause he radio them. She was happy she got to be a lot lizard and said we have to do more road trips lol
I (36f) have been chatting on and off with a redditor since I joined the nsfw community a few months back (let’s call him my Reddit bf). We sext and send pictures and also just chit chat about general life stuff. It’s pretty great and we both feel really lucky to have met a “real person” on here.
Both of our partners are fully aware of the situation and are supportive of our Reddit adventures. How lucky are we right???
One particular exchange I had with my Reddit boyf was pretty hot and he talked about how he would throw me on the bed and kiss me all over my body passionately. He would lie down beside me and fuck me from behind (spooning) while kissing and biting the back of my neck. The image of him biting my neck turned me on so much and we ended up having a really hot sext that day. I love a little rough play 😬
My husband reads my chats from time to time. He gets off on seeing the pics I’ve sent, or reading the steamy exchanges between me and my Reddit bf. He likes seeing the version of me that’s totally uninhibited and direct, and very sexual.
Catherine was, and still is, a little pocket rocket. She’s one of those girls where there are plenty of ‘first things’ you might notice about her. She had quite an interesting personal style: slightly bohemian with a mix of preppy. In practice, this meant plenty of figure hugging dresses in the summer and tight jumpers in the winter. She had a tiny frame with incredible pert little tits. She was pretty too. Not a complete knockout but a great girl-next-door style wholesome look. You’d definitely take a second glance if you saw her out and around.
Another thing about Catherine is she had no issue being assertive when she felt that she was being disrespected in some way yet, when having sex, it turned out she craved being physically degraded. It was one of the things that really got me off when fucking her.
We both qualified as teachers at the same time and met at a networking event in our local area. We hit it off quickly. She was adamant she didn’t fuck on the first date, even with my hand up her dress and nudging at her knickers. We went out again two days later and this time she did go all the way. I got an inkling of how she really liked when she commanded me loudly to fuck her as hard as I could, just as we were both getting to the point of no return.
My husband and I have been in the city for the past couple of days. With hotels running at $500 a night this weekend we are sleeping on couches at two different friend’s places across town. We’ve been sexting, sending pics, talking about fantasies, but nothing can replace the real deal.
After we finished hanging out with friends this evening my husband said:
“You have two options: we either go fuck at a sex club or at the hourly motel”
I wasn’t dressed for the sex club so I chose the motel. The Liberty Inn for those of you that don’t know what I’m talking about. The whole place was literally designed for quick romps. Mirrors on the walls, ceiling, neon lights that fill the room and porn on the tv.
We reluctantly paid $110 for three hours but once we got to the room we went to work. I stripped down to my thong and sat on my knees on the bed waiting for him.
He stripped down, pulled his belt out of his pants and started spanking my ass. By this point I had already soaked through my underwear. He forced my head down into the mattress as he continued to lash me with his belt.
Raani was a hot ticket locally. She worked for a local escort agency and quickly built up a good reputation. It’s rare in this part of the UK to get a high quality Indian/Pakistani escort and it was always something I’d wanted to tick off my bucket list.
When I arrived, I wasn’t disappointed. She was just what I wanted. Perfect brown skin, pretty face and a fantastic body: a real woman. She was wearing a dressing gown that hung open, revealing her tits and the fantastic curve of her hips, framed by a pair of simple black knickers. Perfect for grabbing on to. Once I’d paid her, I asked her to take the gown off and give me a twirl. I was thrilled to see that her arse was just as well proportioned. Raani had the fantastic combination of curves without any significant body fat.
I had a routine I liked to follow with new girls, to see how responsive they were. We’d already agreed on the limits of the appointment at the start: the only thing off the menu was anal. I knew I could touch her tightest hole but fucking it was out of the question. This wouldn’t be a problem. I had something else in mind.
My ex-wife Fiona had a… complicated relationship with her sexuality. And her self-image. And, well, a complicated relationship with Jesus, which really didn’t really help things in any of these areas. Ever felt like you were being cuckolded by the Lord? Or just me?
But anyway, to give you an idea of why I’m telling you this true story about the pregnant sex, I should describe our normal sex. (And hopefully, sharing the embarrassing bits will help establish my veracity, I mean after all, who would go on the Internet and just tell lies? To quote a great webcomic (SMBC), this is “proof by mortification”)
Our regular sex followed a rather specific routine.
1. Every three to six months, she tells me she desires sex.
2. I rub her clit through her clothing for 15 – 20 minutes until she’s sufficiently aroused to remove her clothing. I’m not allowed to kiss her, or touch her breasts during this. (I may have developed formidable forearm muscles during this marriage.)
3. Wait, no, hang on, before she takes off her clothing, first I have to turn off the lights. All the lights. And make sure the curtains are properly closed! Okay, now she can remove her clothing.
The day after Halloween, I greeted all my students with a sweet smile, and we sang happy songs and shared our weekend stories.
I told them that I went to a Halloween costume party.
But what I didn’t tell anyone is that my costume was lingerie, I downed whiskey shots, and I ended the night being blindfolded, spanked, and fucked hard.
The next day I looked at the other teachers and staff and wondered what kind of weekend they had. I bet mine was better. (There is that one hot single dad tho…. He probably gets wild.)
She had just gotten out of the shower, walked into the bedroom in nothing but her robe. As her robe falls open I see her massive tits glistening still wet from the shower. My cock jumps to attention. I’m now laying in bed stroking by big cock, waiting to devour that pussy.
Her phone rings, it’s her sister. Great I think, here’s another half hour I won’t be fucking her. She sits down on the bed and I decide I’m not waiting for this conversation about Christmas decorations or whatever they’re talking about is over.
They’re making small talk and I lay her back on the bed, spreading her legs open. Still wet from the shower I bury my face in her pussy. She stops talking I look up and see her struggling to stay focused.
I decide to change course she’s a screamer so she won’t be able to maintain on the phone as I’m eating her pussy. I slide up between her legs she’s staring at me as her sister rambles on. I slide my big cock into her tight pussy. Slowly at first then faster, trying to be quiet as I give her every inch.
I’m now holding her ankles fucking her slowly and deeply as she focuses on her conversation. She’s doing great, she’s paced her breathing and her sister is none the wiser.
I am very turned on by this. I start snapping pictures of her as I fuck her. She’s blushing as she gets used for my pleasure. I then signal her her to get up on her hands and knees. The phone conversation continues as they tend to. I am now fucking her from behind. My hands firmly on her gorgeous ass as I pound her quickly but quietly. She puts the phone on speaker and turns her camera on so she can see me fucking her. Again not missing a beat on the call. My hands all over her curvy body watching her heavy tits swaying with every thrust on the phone screen.
We’re both about to cum and she knows she won’t be able to maintain this much longer. As she wraps up the call I start thrusting harder and deeper. No sooner does the call disconnect and she lets out a loud moan, begging daddy to fill her up. I continue pounding her from behind as she orgasms hard. As soon as I feel her tighten around my cock I can’t hold it any longer and fill her with cum.
Both of us collapse onto the bed out of breath and smiling from ear to ear. I kiss her neck and ask who she’s going to call tomorrow….
One of my FWBs, “Mark” is a tall, burly, masculine man who has a latent submissive side. We’ve been working on bringing it out, but it’s a slow process, especially as we don’t see each other all that often. When we do get together, we have some absolutely outstanding “switchy” sexual chemistry.
Mark and I were on a weekend trip and had spent the day out sightseeing before heading back to the hotel to relax. We had an hour or two before we needed to get ready for dinner, so he decided to take a quick nap while I got some reading done. Cuddled up on the bed, he asked if he could put his head in my lap to sleep, which I absolutely leapt to agree to. Gently stroking his head while he dozed felt so amazing, and seemed a step in the direction of him willingly relinquishing some control. An hour passed this way, and though I didn’t want it to end, I had to start thinking about getting ready.