I played with her Wii, she played with the D [MF]

It’s a rare thing when I find a woman who shares my interests. To a certain extent, I’m a bit of a geek, and I’ve learned to own that. I like Marvel movies and TV shows, video games, and I’m known for spouting musical trivia at random. I never expect a woman to like these things in particular, but it is a pleasant surprise.

While on the Book of Faces, I looked up another girl I’d gone to school with named Ella. She and I had very little contact in our school days, but she was kind enough to share a dance with me at prom, so I thought I’d drop her line and see what she’d been up to.

Ella had always been plump while we were in school, but the years had made her voluptuous. She stood around 5’4”, chocolate-brown skin, wide hips and ass, with tits that begged to be touched and sucked. She had full lips that could stretch into a smile that could dazzle a room.

She was still living in town; in fact, she lived near a cousin of mine and wasn’t far from my college. She was living at home, but worked for a local hospital and had a car, so she wasn’t doing too badly.

I love when Sir slaps my pussy with his belt [FM]

*bend over. Now.* I (f23) quickly obeyed Sir and bent over on the bed, face into the pillow. He pulled off my shorts exposing my ass and my already throbbing pussy. *you’re already wet for me.* I heard him undoing his belt and I got goosebumps. I loved when Sir slapped my pussy with his belt. *beg for it baby,* he said as he ran his belt slowly against my pussy. I begged. I wanted to feel the belt hit my pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore. *please, Sir. Please punish my little pussy.* He hit me hard directly on my clit. I started to drip and moan. *give me more Sir. Please don’t stop.* He maintained a decent rhythom of slapping my pussy over and over. I was starting to cum when he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to him. *you cum when I say you can cum,* he whispered in my ear and I felt myself drip down my leg. He bent me back over and slapped my pussy one last time. I loved it. I couldn’t see it but I’d imagine my little pussy was bright red at this point.

Our Anniversary Tradition [FM]

Every weekend before Christmas, our Anniversary of when we met, my husband and I carry out the same tradition. We drive out to the mountains where we rent a cabin. We exchange gifts in the morning then take a ton of molly and spend the day together listening to music, talking, and fucking all day long. It’s like a celebration and mental recharging.

We didn’t go last year because I was pregnant, but the year before, knowing it might be our last, we went all out. Instead of renting a little cabin, we rented someone’s whole house off of Air BnB. It was a gorgeous place at the end of a long driveway at the top of a mountain with a wrap around porch that overlooked everything below. Like most of these places out there, they had a massive hot tub on the deck which was covered in a foot of snow.

Inside the three bedroom house the place was setup to throw parties. It was a wide open floor plan with built in stereos and a tv recessed into the wall – which we found was impossible for us to hook our laptop up to and we never figured that out, but hey it looked cool.

Walking to the Sex Shop on a Bet [FM]

My first year of college I was dating a guy who lived in a big house off campus. I stayed there a lot to escape the boring, empty campus on the weekends because it was a commuter college and almost always dead.

So, one saturday night, it was like almost midnight, we’d been drinking a ton and hanging out with his roommates. We hid away in his room and were talking about sex stuff we’d done and not done and he asked if I’d ever tried Anal Beads, and at this point I hadn’t.

We get talking and we’re kissing and he tells me there is a seedy little sex shop a half mile away, it’s one of those ones that also has video booths and stuff. He says he’s been in there a few times and it’s always dudes oggling videos and fleshlights. He says we should go there and buy some anal beads.

So he bets me I won’t walk there and back – we are way too drunk to drive – in the only other outfit I have there aside from the running shorts and tank top I was wearing – a black micro skirt and crop top I’d worn at the rave we’d gone to a few weeks before.

My landlord’s daughter [FF]

I’m a 34 year old female and I’ve made 2 other posts on this sub.

The following post is about the time I had a 19 year old female fuck toy. She was, as the title says, my landlord’s daughter. I was 27 at the time and had just started exploring my kinks and fetishes. We became friends almost as soon as we met. We would talk about our hobbies, our favorite shows etc soon before we knew it we started getting flirtatious. The flirtation culminated into a hot, torrid kiss and soon we were fucking behind her parents’ back. We would tell them that I was helping her study. (to be fair, I did help her study sometimes) She was my little slut and would let me use her body in any way I wanted.

Now let me tell you the time I fucked my slut so hard she couldn’t stand straight afterwards.

Her parents had gone away for the weekend. They wanted to take her with her but she refused, saying she had to study and that she needed my help. I was standing right there when this conversation took place and I assured them that I would keep her company. If only they knew…….

I took two loads tonight from two different guys [FM]

So my prior stories were written about prior experience I have had. This one is a little different….it just happened tonight and involved my boyfriend, Tom, and another guy I sometimes play with named Brian. Tom and I have a somewhat open relationship and we both play with others from time to time. If you remember from my prior stories, I am 5’3″, petite, with brown eyes, blonde hair and a 32C chest. Tom is 6 feet tall and athletic, with beautiful blue eyes and dark hair (and a nice thick cock!). Brian is 5’10” and muscular with dark eyes and lighter brown hair with a cock not quite as thick but longer. Brian and I have played around here and there for a couple months and Tom always knows about our playing.

I [M] got a hand job in the largest Roman Catholic Church in the USA

The title basically explains the story, but I’ll give some more explanation.

I went to a Catholic high school. Every year, the school took a trip to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington DC. It was always a big deal for the school but being a teenager I would do just about anything to not have to go to class. Also at this time I had my first girlfriend who I convinced to go on the trip with me so I wouldn’t be alone. We get to the church and we’re told to go look at all the Jesus stuff and what not and that mass would be starting in an hour or so.

So there’s one thing you should know about this place. There’s a TON of nooks and crannies that are relatively secluded for praying purposes. I keep this in mind but I don’t say anything to the gf because who else would think to do anything in a church filled with people.

Pushing inside my boss with her dress on [MF]

This story happened about 4 years ago. I often think about it because it felt so sudden and thrilling when it happened.

I was 23 and working in a little coffee shop, trying to figure life out. I was coming off a bout of post-college depression and was kind of floating through life, hoping to figure out what it was I should be doing.

Abby was 27 and my boss. She was a really cool person: a music PhD student, she sang opera and taught voice lessons on the side. She worked in this coffee shop because it was easy and gave her time to do schoolwork. There were hours when the shop would be empty and we would talk about all sorts of things; we had similar worldviews but I learned a lot from her and loved talking to her.

I also found her really attractive, a distinct perk when I was interviewing for the job. She had dark hair and enormous, almond-shaped eyes that got wider when she spoke about music. She had the body of a college swimmer, although a few years of intense grad school in between softened her curves. She had big, pillowy breasts that I would steal glances at when she was teaching me about the cappuccino machine or ringing up a customer.

I [M] [F]ucked a friend, and it was the best sex I’ve ever had.

(Context) So a few years back when I was the tender age of 18 I was pretty insecure about the size of my member. At the time I had been talking to friend, who I had met at a festival years before, she was in a relationship that she was unhappy with for sure. So one day I asked her if I could send her a Dick pic, (total fuck boy thing to do, I know, I was younger and dumber then.) She asked her bf if it was only, he said yeah, and well she said my dick looked nice. This was about four months before the annual festival we both attended each year. Between then and the festival she broke up with her bf, we started sexting, and planned to have sex when we saw each other next. So we finally see each other and are hanging out the first day I get my camp set up, and boy howdy let me tell you that there was some sexual tension. A description of the two of us before we begin, I was a 6’5″ 330 pound giant of a guy with dish-water blonde, curly hair, and pale brown skin. She was a 5’6″ chubby gall with a cute round ass and smaller tits, and longish tangly dark brown hair, pale white skin, and tons of freckles. Now onto the story.

[MF] my initiation into BDSM, fucking a rope master

So this one is a story that has delighted me for quite some time. A friend and I were having drinks when she told me she had always wanted to try going to a fetish club, I confessed I had always wanted to do the same! So we set to work trying to find a good intro club to go to in our city. I had dabbled with BDSM before, spanking, choking, and handcuffs had all been tried but I had never done it seriously.

We found a club to go to, it was 2 years ago at Christmas time so everyone was wearing Christmas themed outfits. I decided to wear a velvety red dress, which tied across the front and had a low v-neck. It came up to my mid thigh but also because it was tied, it was very revealing and sexy knowing all you had to do was untie the knot and the material would just fall away from my body. I had on a pair of heels as well, and I’m 5’10 without heels so that gives you an idea of how tall I was.