When I use to be a stripper [F]:

Hi everyone! Happy Friday!

I was a dancer at many clubs, for most of my late teens to early twenties and although at first dancing with my chest naked and open to the public was a bit terrifying, but I quickly became quiet comfortable with it.

I love to dance and I loved that when I was on stage everyone was looking at me. I had all the attention but at the same time I knew I could get almost any guy at the club kicked out if he was an ass to me. But most of the guys I decided to have as my regulars were quiet sweet.

At the time I was just nineteen, and I was going through a phase where I was changing my hairstyle all the time, haveing it grow long or cutting and dying it all sorts of colors like orange or green, I’d even dye my pubes (if I wasn’t shaved and smooth) the same color as my hair. I was also getting everything pierced. My nose, tongue, nipples, even the hood of my clit. That night I chose to where this cute small pink skirt that matched my pink and blue bikini top and thong. I also had on my knee high stilettos. My girlfriend, Rebecca, decided to take a few pictures of me.

18 year old with very old man from Grindr (gay)

One day I was just super horny and I would always go on different apps such as tinder and Grindr and jerk off. I was exploring my sexuality as it was my freshman year of college. I had never been with a girl but I had sucked and been sucked by a guy my age before. So I was on Grindr no intention to actually meet up with someone just jerk off with them online until I met this one guy let’s call him bob. He was very old I don’t know his exact age but trust me he was really old. I lived at the dorms at the time and we started to chat and he really wanted to meet up. So me as the immature horny boy finally said yes.

I waited outside at the corner across from my dorm as a car pulled up and I went inside of it. He could tell I was nervous so he tried calming me down by telling me we could stop whenever. So we get to his apartment and he can barely walk that’s how old he is he’s got a limp in his leg. We get into his room and he tries kissing me but I say no he gets a little mad but I won’t allow kissing on the lips.

I got head from a stranger for a ride to a party.. [gay] [domination]

A while ago my close friend sent me a text asking me to go to a summer open party. Back then I loved partying so I was immediately looking for a ride from anyone I could get one from.

After a long search I was stranded about a half hour away from my destination. Then a lightbulb clicked on and I remember I had a friendly little app called Grindr. It ‘Twas a dark age for my bank account so I knew I was going to have to use other aspects of myself to get what I wanted. If I was going to have to do something for this ride I was going to have fun with it. My first instinct was to look for the BIGGEST BBC I could find. Now at this point you may have realized I’m bisexual so things like this weren’t out of a realm for me. (I’m actually a huge BBC slut, can’t get enough ;P)

My First Time Massaging A Woman In Front Of Her Husband [MF][Massage]

“I’ve been trying to talk my wife into experiences with other people and she is interested but hasn’t fully agreed to, yet.”

The response to my ad offering a sensual massage piqued my interest immediately. I’m not a masseuse. I have no official training. However, since my ex really enjoyed massages I had taken the time to study techniques on my own. Eventually, I discovered sensual massage and spent a few months learning about that and practicing on my (very appreciative) ex. It turns out that having large, strong hands is an asset when giving a massage.

That relationship was long over at this point, but my enjoyment of giving a great massage endured. I had taken to posting ads offering them for fun, no strings (or money) attached. My pursuits had led to quite a few enjoyable evenings.

This, however, was a new wrinkle. It had not occurred to me that a couple would be interested in the female half receiving a massage. I was interested, so I read on. I’ll call him Ned. Ned wrote that he hoped a massage might lead her to want to do more. He hoped it might end with her having sex with another man.

[M]oonlight Cruise [F] [long]

We enjoy a bottle of wine and watch the full moon against a starlit sky on the balcony of our starboard cabin. You shiver from the cool breeze off the ocean so I wrap my arms around you, standing behind you to warm you with my body. I can’t help but be intoxicated with the scent with your long, flowing hair brushing against me. I plant a gentle kiss on your neck. Then another. And another. Slowly my lips work their way up the contour of your neck, higher and higher until I reach your ear. “The night is beautiful, the moon is breathtaking, but they are nothing compared to you.” I gently whisper in your ear.

You turn around to meet my eyes with a smirk on your lips. I return a devilish grin before catching you in a deep, passionate kiss. My arms pull you tight against me, our lips locked against each other. You gently slip your tongue into my mouth, my own tongue greeting you with delight. We exchange a moan between us, my hands sliding down your tight skirt to grasp onto your beautiful ass. As I dig in my grip, you slip your hand down between us, grazing against my already hard cock through my pants. I release my lips from yours. “Naughty girl.” I tell you before I bite into your neck and cause you to gasp with pleasure.

Summer’s Last Gasp [MF] [Outdoor] [Romance]

Summer Reya wasn’t used to warm weather going away. She’d grown up a tropical climate where a “chilly day” was anything under 60 degrees or made wearing flip-flops uncomfortable. Then, three critical events changed her life.

First, she got a scholarship to a major university up north. That was a big deal for her and her family. Neither of her parents had gone to college and she was the first of three siblings to attend. The move was supposed to be temporary. Then, the second critical event happened.

She got an internship that turned into a career. While in school, she started working for an up-and-coming biotech company. That company grew quickly and before she graduated, they offered her a full-time position, complete with benefits and a fat salary. Summer still remembered gasping in disbelief when she saw her first paycheck.

That kept her up north a little longer. Eventually, she still wanted to move back home. Then, the final – and, by every measure, the most critical – event happened. She fell in love. That effectively changed her plans for good.

[F]our Orgasms While He Flies

Friday night found me completing a particularly enjoyable task for my Dominant. While exchanging a series of salacious messages before his flight, I mentioned I might need to come for the third time that day – a rarity in my experience. My Dominant instructed me to play as much as I like but forbid any release until he landed four hours later. After some lamenting on my part (and a few more indecent message), he decided on a different task. I would need to come once for each hour he spent in the air and provide proof upon his arrival.

*One*
The first orgasm came on my knees, immediately post shower. I lurched forward, riding my favorite toy slowly as my wet hair fell forward obscuring my face. My lips parted, and my jaw quivered as my phone recorded the view from below. I remember coming quietly, quickly, having been excited to accomplish the first of four.

Experience popping my cherry with my dad’s friend… [Mm] [anal]

I wanted to share a story of an experience I had when I was younger involving me popping my cherry with one of my dad’s friends. I kept this story bottled up for a long time thinking it was weird and embarrassing, until I finally told a friend recently. He found it sexy and told me he was jealous, which motivated me to post it here. Regardless, I hope it helps to take some of the shame away from something that is supposedly common, and maybe show some people out there that it isn’t wrong to explore your sexuality with someone more experienced

My sexuality started budding late for a somewhat jock-type guy. Whenever boys in the lacrosse locker rooms shared nudes of girls or talked about their middle-school sex experiences like hand-jobs and making out, I felt uncomfortable. Like an outsider. Whenever they tried to hook me up with girls I would say I was waiting for marriage or something to hold them off. I was ribbed constantly for it.

Titty Fight[GG][competition]

‘The Grand Royal Hotel, New York City. Saturday evening, August 4th at seven o’clock.’ My challenge was issued over Twitter just this morning. I couldn’t stand to see this bimbo getting all the glory. Champion, my ass. She was nothing compared to me, all the twits that she had gone up against up until now were nothing like me. I knew that if I just had the chance, if I could just get her into a room and go head to head with her, that I could steal the Championship title for that prissy little bitch.

‘You’re on, skank.’ The response was simple and confident. Veronica, AKA the Jugg-ernaut, fell right into my lap. It was time to strip this twat of her title and name myself, Scarlet, the Tittie Terminator, the new North American Titty Fighting Champion.

The night had finally come. I had trained long and hard for this moment and though I had never before been defeated, neither had the Champion. I heard, through the grapevine, that Veronica had also been training intensely. She must be nervous. Worried that I will take her down just as I plan to do.

Taste What I Did to You, Part I [Mf]

These days, I have a lot to lose. I have a marriage that is not fulfilling, but would be very expensive to end. I have a job where character issues mean unemployment. I have people relying on me to disappoint.

But I still have needs I need to feed, so I end up in places like this looking for like-minded people who need to get off.

Lori was 18 and a half when I met her online. I laughed when she told me how old she was because she was still young enough to add “a half.” I had posted a fairly mild ISO-type post that I had some success with, but none of those connections quite scratched my itch.

Within 15 minutes, Lori called me Sir without asking. I knew she was special.

She provided verification photos proving her age and her description of herself were accurate. She was a petite college freshman–barely 5 feet and 100 pounds–with a pretty, but not beautiful face. She was biracial–white and Asian–which gave her some interesting facial features. She told me from the beginning that she would not send any pictures that could come back to haunt her later, but I found myself rubbing myself through my pants all the same as she sent me her suggestive, but tasteful selfies.