In my last post I talked about how I got started wearing butt plugs when I was in high school and how eventually I got to the point where I was wearing them to school and to work. I am mostly typing this story bc I found this old picture I took a couple years ago when I wore this really big plug for the first time to work. I worked at Abercrombie so I was always up walking around and the feeling of having something in my ass and knowing that nobody else knew my secret used to turn me on so much. I actually still work at Abercrombie and still wear plugs to work all the time lol. This particular time though I had bought a plug that was bigger than all my other ones and I thought I would try wearing it to work having never put it in before, which turned out to be a bad idea lol. Towards the end of my shift after walking around a lot my ass started to get really really sore. I tried not to think about it bc I knew I only had like a hour left but when it was time for me to go the girl who was supposed to come after me didn't show up and my boss was like you have to stay and I wanted to cry because by that point I was in pain but it's not like I could tell my boss. I asked if I could have a short break though if I was going to stay and that's when I went in the back and took this sad face picture lol. It was a long time before I wore a plug that big out in public again bc I was sore for almost a week after working that double shift. Just thought it was funny finding this picture and remembering all that lol.
Category: gonewildstories
Tied to a chair and teased – part 3 – F/mf – True – Bondage
The scene was not a good one.
I was tied to a chair, nude, with my legs in the air and my virgin asshole exposed as my slave, who had won a bet to be domme for the night, approached me with a lubed strap on while her slave girl watched.
I was furious. I knew that Stacy would actively violate me, actively go beyond my limits, for the sole reason of feeling my revenge. I had allowed it to happen too, hell I had been aroused by the idea of being submissive for the night.
She moved next to me as I struggled in my bonds and yelled into the gag. Her fingers played with my ass again, I felt the tip of the lubed dildo bump into an ass cheek and hse said "pet, his ass needs more lube."
the girl jumped up and knelt below me. I felt her fingers on my asshole, pushing pube onto and into me.
I tried to scream insults, I tried to threaten, but I could not.
Snake on a Plane: how /u/highavailability and I joined the Mile High Club….with pics and video evidence [m/f]
Awhile back, /u/highavailability and I compiled our sexual bucket list…exploits neither of us had ever done but wanted to. At the top of the list was joining the Mile High Club. We spent the most incredible, dream-like week in Belize (more posts on that forthcumming), but before we ever arrived, we were determined to put a check next to that big bucket list item.
I wore a hot pink sundress with no panties so that there would be easy access if opportunity struck. When we got to the airport to check in, HA asked the guy working the counter about upgrading to first class. FC was full, but he upgraded us to the exit row with extra room for free (it pays to be friendly). We browsed around the duty free shop before boarding, bought some rum and chocolate (former for HA, latter for me), then headed to our gate. As soon as we boarded, we knew this would be the best opportunity we’d ever get to make it happen. The exit row had more than enough room to work with, and there was nobody sharing the row with us.
Figuring out I like rough sex [f/m]
Nick and I met on Tinder and had been fucking off and on for about a month. We had talked some about what we both liked in bed, but were still very much getting to know each other. He was always very polite and respectful, and he (and I) hadn’t yet figured out that I might not actually want that during sex. We had a lot of mutual friends, and after a late night out one Friday, we ended up back at his apartment, but were too drunk and tired to do anything except sleep. We hadn’t really defined yet if we were going to just be fuck buddies or also hang out as friends. But, the next morning he turned on a soccer game and started to make breakfast, so I hung around. We ate and sat on the couch, and I was super horny, which is not unusual, so I decided to go for it and leaned over and started to kiss his neck. Then I straddled him and started making out and kissing his neck and chest. My hands worked their way down and pulled at his shorts. He took them off and I knelt in front of him on the floor. I started slow, licking his cock and feeling it harden, and then tried to force as much of it into my mouth as possible. After several tries and gagging a few times, I managed to fit it all in, and he groaned and grabbed my head, forcing it deeper. I slid my mouth up and down his cock with my tongue pressed against it, wiping away the saliva that was dripping down my chin. I held his cock with one hand and played with his balls with the other, rubbing, sucking and licking as I felt myself getting really wet from the whole situation. I was turned on from watching him get turned on and from feeling his hand in my hair, forcing me down further onto his cock. He eventually stopped me, picked me up, and threw me on his bed. He pulled off my underwear and felt that I was dripping wet. His face looked like he had won the lottery or solved global warming as he asked, incredulous, “Does that turn you on???” “Yes,” I said, blushing. “Don’t be embarrassed; that’s a really good thing!” he said quickly. “What do you want me to do?” he growled in my ear. “Fuck me,” I moaned. “What?” he said. “I want you to fuck me.” I managed. My brain was closing in on that singular objective and I could barely form complete sentences. He slid into me easily and started fucking me hard. My head and upper body were leaning off the bed and with each thrust, I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm and closer to falling off the bed onto my head. He eventually realized this too and grabbed me and threw me down on the bed on my stomach. He pulled my ass up so that I was on all fours and slammed into me from behind. I came almost immediately, and he continued to pound me so hard that I gradually slid lower and lower until I was laying on my stomach with my ass still sticking up slightly. He smacked it hard a few times and I gasped. He leaned down so that his head was next to mine and grabbed me by the throat, putting just enough pressure for me to feel how much stronger than me he was and that he was in control. His strokes quickened and I felt myself getting close again. I felt his muscles tighten, which pushed me over the edge and I finished as he flooded me with his cum. We laid there, covered in sweat and cum, until our breathing got back to normal, and we got up to watch the rest of the soccer game.
Si[M]one the [F]ucking slut.
Simone the slut. Pt. 1
Now let me preface this a bit.. I was always a pretty kinky guy into some pretty different stuff. I was very sexual and came to realize that early on. This next encounter however, would open up a world that would truly shape many of my future sexual encounters…
Her name was Simone. This was give or take 10 years ago or so when I was in my early twenties. I had met her through whatever happenstance it may be and we got to know each other via text. Unbeknown to me at the time, she was a freak. The chats quickly turned sexual. We asked the usual questions back and forth.. Likes and dislikes.. Kinks.. We were hitting it off. She asked if I'd ever dominated a woman or liked rough stuff. I said I hadn't but it's one of the many things I may be interested in trying eventually.. We moved on talking. Hint: there's some foreshadowing here!
We finally agreed to meet with the intent to hang out in person and just get a feel for each other. Nothing sexual right away as per her request which I agreed as I'm usually a gentleman.
I [27f] have been in a sexual relationship with my married first cousin [34m] for the last 4 years
So I'll try to make this story as short as possible.
A little about me. I'm 27, in law school, and recently broke up with someone I had been dating for the past 3 years. I grew up in prominent family of a smallish town in the south. The cousins on my dad's side of the family (we are a large family and I have 8 aunts and uncles on each side, so 16 in total) are in groups. There's a group of girls my age, then a group of guys with a couple of girls that are in their early to mid thirties right now. I would be lying if I said I hadn't been attracted to this particular cousin my whole life. Growing up he was just an older cousin I barely talked to. The younger group was always playing outside while the older boys always hung out together. So, while we frequently had family get togethers, the two groups rarely mingled, leaving this particular cousin to seem like a cute mysterious older guy, but someone I never formed much of a bond with.
Ideal date [MF]
Walk up to the restaurant door and pause. Place your hand in my lower back. Lean over to whisper in my ear—I don’t hear anything you say, I just shiver from your hot breath washing over me. I close my eyes and you slide your hand over to wrap around my waist; pull me into you. Kiss my cheek and ten watch me walk into the restaurant alone. I take a seat at the bar. Sit a few chairs down. We both order our dinners. Another man walks in, sits close to me. He orders me a drink. Watch me lean over to thank him, making sure to show off my cleavage.
Eat in silence, watching everyone watching me. I get up to go to the bathroom. I trail my fingertips across your back when I pass you. Follow me. Sneak into the room behind me, grab me, throw me against the door and press yourself against me. I wrap my leg around your hip, pulling your semi-hard cock against my pelvis. You can feel how hot I already am through your pants. Kiss me, hard. Put your hand on the back of my neck while I breathe you in. I reach down and stroke your cock, once. I push you off me, grin up at you, and leave the bathroom. We finish our dinners; I accept another drink from a stranger, my hand rests on his thigh while we laugh. Walk up to me, step in between us, and ask, “ready to go?”
Part 2 of my Dirty r4r adventure (f and m)
He followed me into the bedroom, pulling me tight against him, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck. I could feel his hands on my hips, holing me tight. His large, now flacid cock pressed against me, a promise of things to come. He whispered in my ear that no one had ever done that to him before, that he was eager to return the favor. As he said that, one of his hands slid into the waistband of my thong, the other reached up and began to caress my bare right breast.
His hands where large, calloused from guitar and from manual labor (he told me later that he worked in landscaping part time). His voice was all growl as he continued to tell me how much he was enjoying my company. First one finger slipped inside of me. Then two. Slow. Teasing me. "Get that sweet ass on the bed," he demanded. I was eager to oblige.
DirtyR4R post about being a size queen leads to the best sex of my young li(f)e. (M/f)
My only ltr in college was on the "so big it hurts" side of the spectrum. He claimed to be about 9 inches long, and I see no reason not to take him at his word. Before he and I dated, I had been one of those girls who claimed "it was the motion of the ocean…" but 6 months after our break up I really craved a bigger boat.
I got drunk one night and posted a thing on dirty r4r asking for guys who where well endowed in my area. Not surprisingly, the sober light of day found my inbox destroyed.
Most of the guys where total skeeves or downright serial killer level creepy. There was one guy though. He was polite. He was funny. He was Johnathan.
Johnathan and I had actually been in a history class together, and I had always found him to be smart, charming, and not hard on the eyes. Well over 6 feet tall with a slim, muscular build and a tendency to dress extremely well, I had always found him alluring. And now here he was, responding to a post I had made asking for guys with big schlongs.
Closer (mostly buildup, M/F, F/F teasing, continuing an earlier thread)
It's been a while since this fantasy, and things have … progressed is probably too strong of a word, but the fantasy has solidified. My wife and Vicky went out of town for a night for a girls' weekend kind of thing not too long ago. Before that happened, I told my wife that if any situation were to arise with Vicky that she might want to participate in, I expected a phone call asking for permission. I told her that details and photos wouldn't hurt either.
I received a handful of texted photos ranging from the typical selfie at a bar to one of my wife doing her makeup in the mirror with Vicky in a towel in the background. Enough to pique my imagination, but not enough resolution for useful details. Basically, a whole lot of teasing.
However, one photo stood apart from the others. It was an upskirt pic with the other person's hand on the inner thigh, pointing. This was torture. I couldn't tell who I was looking at, who was pointing, and due to the shadows, whether or not the person was even wearing panties! I texted my wife and asked what I was seeing and if she needed permission for anything.