collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
So I’m a flight attendant and sometimes I like to fuck strangers in my hotel. Once I got so horny I hoped on tinder and matched with some guy.
I told him I would be bent over the bed for him to come in. Raw dog my shit hard and leave after he came. It was so hot. After that I know that what I liked.
Sheila twisted and writhed against the ropes that bound her. Anne’s mouth hovered just above Shelia’s pussy, teasing shield with hot breath. Anne smiled at Sheila’s erotic torment.
Anne had once babysat for Sheila and in the process the two had become extremely close. Sheila had become a close confidante.
Sheila had also played heavily into a sexual encounter where Anne had exposed herself to the older woman. Anne had confided how much she’d hoped that things would escalate with Sheila afterwards but nothing had ever happened.
Years passed. Anne graduated. We got married and moved cities. The two women drifted apart, although they kept tenuous contact.
One day I came across Anne almost in tears. Sheila and her husband, Mark, were getting divorced. Anne had always looked on them as an example of what a great relationship could be and the news was a shock to her.
Eventually she invited Sheila to come visit us and Sheila agreed, eager for a change in surroundings.
Sheila was in rough shape when she came to visit. Mark had cheated on her and been pretty brutal when he announced that he wanted a divorce. Someone who Anne had looked up to had turned out to be a colossal ass.
I found a post here a few days ago by a woman who dressed up “classy but slutty” for a blind date. (The post is deleted now.) I sent it to my girlfriend because we share stuff like that and her response was, “okay, I’m going shopping 🥵”
Flash forward to last night, our Friday night date. We’re meeting at a fancy French restaurant (Raspoutine, in Miami) to celebrate my raise. I’m a little early, I have a seat in our booth. A few minutes later she strolls in, wearing a ridiculously sexy outfit. It’s a tight black dress with “cutouts” for her boobs and a piece stretched across her front to hold them in and (barely) cover her nipples. She’s a busty girl, large amounts of tittage are exposed. It’s sexy as hell. It felt like the entire restaurant was watching her walk up to our booth and kiss me. An amazing feeling. Then, she leaned in and whispered in my ear to tell me she’s not wearing any panties. Anyone watching must have wondered what she told me. She gives me a sly little smile and slides into our booth. I sat back down into the booth, probably looking stunned.
Throughout most of our marriage my husband I have been very vanilla when it comes to the bedroom; however, over the past two years we started watching porn together have become more bold and gone from making love to fucking.
During this time I have grown to understand what I like sexually and what I love!
I love watching lesbian play and found that though I’m 100% straight in my actual life, the thought and sights of two women grinding, fingering, fondling, or even just kissing is enough to get me soaking wet.
To explore this repressed side of me, hubby took me on an out of town trip to (don’t laugh) Hooters. I know that to the wild people on this sub such a restaurant isn’t “sexy” enough, but for me it was a nice way to get my feet wet.
There’s nothing like a good summer tradition. That ice cream place you have to get a scoop from at the start of the season. The lake house you love to visit with family. The threesome with your husband’s best friend to round out a trip back home.
Since our last encounter, Alex and I stayed in close touch but had sadly found less time to flirt with each other than before. Still, when we met up for dinner on our last night in town, his hands were all over me, and I knew exactly where the night was headed. (Apparently one of Alex’s partners was also leaving some lingering touches on Max, setting the stage for a potential expansion of this little threesome, but maybe that’s next summer’s story…)
We didn’t have a bunch of time before we needed to hit the road, but Alex followed us back home after dinner to crack a beer with Max and make sure I was satisfied.
My body tensed in anticipation of his touch- where was he going to start? I could feel his presence next to me- a quiet calm. It was his voice I heard first. “Relax your body,” he said, his voice gentle but even. I unclenched my fists (when did I make fists?), and did my best to focus on relaxing my shoulders and hips. “More,” he instructed, “focus on sinking into the mattress. Relax each part of you- start at your toes, and work your way up to your head.” I recognized that he was leading me through a progressive muscle relaxation exercise, and it piqued my curiosity. I did as I was told, relaxing each muscle group and visualizing myself sinking deeper into the mattress. By the time I made it to my eyebrows, he still hadn’t touched me- and I was relaxed enough that I easily could’ve fallen asleep.
“Good girl,” he said, recapturing my attention. Something about that phrase hits me right between the legs every single time. He cupped my face, planting a kiss on my willing lips. “I am going to touch you now,” he began, “and you are going to pay attention to my hands. Pay attention to how they feel on your skin, where and how the goosebumps form, and how your body reacts. If your mind wanders, bring it back to my touch. Do you understand?”
I’ve been a long-time reader of stories on this thread and finally decided to share a story.
This was a long time ago, but a favorite of mine. I had recently transferred as a junior to a new university on the east coast and was in my first semester there. I was assigned a dorm room and since I didn’t know anyone I spent a fair bit of time getting to know the people in my hall.
A few doors down was a group of girls who were a mix freshman and exchange students. Most of them were hot and silly, but there was one who was a shy girl named Samantha who was short (5’1”), bit chubby (maybe 135-140), large breasts, pouty lips and thick dark hair. A short Jewish girl with an oversized rack, if you know the type. She was that nerdy type who probably didn’t get a lot of attention in high school. On the other hand, I was that typical 6’4”, in shape, athlete playing a varsity sport in college who everyone thought would be out always banging the tall blonde. Secretly though, I personally always had a soft spot for these types of girls.
In my opinion some days are meant to just be spent outside. This was one of those days where it was nice and warm, but not overbearingly hot. So at about noon I changed into the smallest bikini I had. It was sky blue and my tits were practically exploding out of it. I laid out on my hammock and just played some music while laying there. Letting the sun kiss my skin.
I turned over and undid my top so there wouldn’t be any awkward tan lines on my back. After about ten minutes I turned back over and just threw my top off completely. What the hell it’s my backyard right? As I laid there topless, I could feel someone was watching me. I looked around and noticed my neighbor in his kitchen, looking through the window. He didn’t notice me see him cause I made it look like I was checking my phone.
If you have read any of my previous posts, you will see that I married a woman who has quite the slutty past. I became well aware of this shortly after we met, as she is not shy about telling me her stories. It quickly became evident to her that I really enjoy hearing them as much as she enjoys telling them. We are very open with our communication and I know how much she still enjoys flirting and getting attention from other guys.
What I am writing about today is something that happened shortly after we were married, so I am guessing she was about 35 at the time. It was toward the end of summer and we were going to head off camping for a weekend with some friends. The campground was probably about 4 hours from where we were living and it had small rustic cabins that basically just had beds in them, but no electricity, heat, plumbing etc. Just a bit better than having to set up and sleep in tents. We had a small cabin to ourselves and our friends all had cabins right near us. This way we were all able to grill, drink and hang out at the picnic tables outside and then just go in our cabins to sleep. The campground was very spread out and the cabins were set apart from the areas that were designated for tent camping and RV camping. Overall the campground was very nice and well kept.
Im new to this sub, someone recommended it to me. So I live in a much quieter part of the UK with my parents who own a pig farm. We are normal for the most part, but we keep very secret the fact that I spend a few hours most days now in the pig pens. If anyone knew irl that doesnt already ot would be devastating but I find it and risking talking about it a huge turn on and honestly just a relief because ita been such a secret for ages 😂