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The mind of a single [M] pervy, swinger, kinky, adhd, sex addict.

"My mind is in a tunnel state. Ever so slightly nausious, my body feels like Im hovering. Focused but unable to redirect my thoughts… Im enthraled in all things pervy, kinky, and sexy."

So Im staying with a friend for a couple days and get a 5am wake up text. "Wtf, girl?" "I was horny" so I stroll back to the bedroom… "you could have just sat on my face, pretty sure I was dreaming along those lines anyway"… and I go to town. We get ready for the day and go off to live life. My mind keeps wandering. Every time Im anxious or frustrated I suck a lip or finger. The sweet lingering taste of her pussy. Then my mind jumps to how half ass the morning was. I knew she wanted choked, pounded, treated like a whore.

Almost anything takes my mind to the wondful kink Ive gotten a taste for… a drug, a fog. When you get so freaky, single becomes a bigger predicament. Feeling like a hormonal virgin teen… sure, I could get laid, It no longer cuts it… I need excitement. I need something new, I have to keep moving forward. Vanilla dosn't cut it. Once in a while dosnt cut it. Monogamy dosnt cut it. This is my drug… I need it and I may need help.

Self [MF][Domination][Abuse][Black Swan level weird]

There was a time I'd laughingly used you to free the monster in me–to soothe the anger, fear and doubt. Then I'd unleash it, let it run over your body and over the hills of your curves like wild territory only to wake up the next day to find you covered in bruises and marks. Indentations that told the story of teeth and nails and toys and tools. A tapestry, in growing order, of what I had done to you the night before when I had lost my mind and allowed the beast to take control.

Why did you allow it? Love for me? Adoration? Pleasure enough wasn't worth it, I know, not for the things I've done to you. The beautiful, lovely creature that I've draped over my shoulder and dragged into the darkness. The only woman that I could look in the eyes the next day and say that I truly loved. The one I'd allow the weakness and intimacy of pushing my face into her skin and letting her stroke my hair before I tried to kiss and soothe the pain away.

Over time we've become something else. You've made me less of a monster and more of a man. Read more »

[m+f] [straight] Losing my virginity at graduation.

This was a few years back, 3-4. First post too- this is a throwaway account too so yeahi might stay logged in for a few days.

Year 12 graduation, the end of 13 years of hard work. I had been in the smart class for most of my subjects but I wasn't a tryhard like some of my classmates who were asocial. There was always this girl called Olivia who I fancied for a while. She was hot and smart, a nice girl. We were unofficially dating on and off during high school, and I knew she was right for me. You can imagine my reaction when I found out she was even possibly going to the same uni as me! So after the offical school graduation ceremony where the real fun was not meant for (don't get me wrong, it was still fun) we had all organised an unofficial one a few weeks later. Not everyone attended as our year 12 was quite big (110ish people) but we rented out this party place for the night. There we released our inner partiers (lol) and the night was basically drinking, light smoking and dirty games. Things wrapped up at around 12:30 that night after going 5-6 hours strong, and I'd spent most of the night with Olivia. After we were getting ready to leave, Olivia stepped outside for a cigarette and I followed. As we were smoking I noticed how good she looked. She was wearing a short top that showed off her thighs and she wore these denim shirt shorts. After we were done, she said that she wanted to spend the night with me to tell me how she felt. I planned on asking the same thing while we were smoking but I got caught up in her looks. Read more »

27 [M] Vent and thoughts

I've experienced, and done things that most people twice my age in my area havn't, or even thought of. New and exciting adventures in the bedroom (or out) and discovering the bodys and sexual tastes and differences of new partners has long been my drug of favor. With my exterior, public self not reflecting my sexual prowess and getting the feeling of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel… It leaves me wondering… should I have held back on the new and strange to expeirence more later? Should I leave the place of my roots and vanilla tastes for a more sexually liberal location? Should I chase this part of my personality that seems to overwhelm the rest of me?

Getting a Piece of Heaven [MFF]

Below is a story I wrote for my partner, including the little personal preamble at the beginning. But I think you'll enjoy it all the same.

There is no difference between fantasy and fiction. Just a few letters, really. For this reason, I'd like to indulge you with an erotic fiction, and you can read into what you'd like. This is better than me merely telling what I like about those breasts or what I'd like you to do to that 'fantastic' pussy. I want to frame it like this because I think you deserve to be caressed in body and in mind. So treat this conceit like a gentle set of fingers slowly working down your mind’s erogenous nerve. The same nerve that warms you in that perfect piece of heaven between your thighs. Read more »

Silver Fox [Mf] [Work] [based on a true story]

You've walked past me without a thought for a year, but I always noticed you. Your tall, lithe frame. No one would ever realize your age if it weren't for your salt and pepper hair. "Silver Fox" is what most of the girls call you…never a more accurate description.

It wasn't until last year when we started working more directly together that you noticed me. It started as just a half smile here and there at work. Maybe a glance from your intense, dark eyes…you don't know it, but every time our eyes meet, I feel my panties getting damp.

Then, you started coming to my office to talk about the fundraiser. I asked you for impossible things, and you came to my office to surprise me and tell me you could do them after all…I don't know if I was excited for the news or that you had spent 2 days figuring out a way to please me. I wanted to throw my arms around you, but there were too many people around. I hope you saw in my eyes how much you did for me… Read more »

Glorious Maggie [FM] [str8] [oral]

I'm getting worse, but I don't care, Maggie thought to herself as she brushed past the bar and made her way across the crowded dance floor. She had a….. Fetish. An obsession. An addiction. All I want is more cum. I don't even want a drink from the bar anymore. This is bad, but I love it.

Yes, Maggie adored cum. She had her first taste at the very club she was walking through, and loved it ever since. Maggie could feel the eyes of men feeling her up as she walked. Their glares groped her voluptuous breasts, and they surreptitiously felt her round ass with a look. Maggie didn't care, she liked the attention. She was making a beeline for the rest room, and all the regulars knew why. This was no regular club. No, this club had a glory hole in one of the stalls.

Maggie, with her tight, green form-fit dress and long red hair, looked back over her shoulder before walking through the grimy men's room door. The restroom was a familiar place to Maggie with its flickering light and off-white tiles. She loved that the music from the club was dulled and only the bass could be made out. Then Maggie's ritual began. Read more »

My Best Friend [MF]

Lydia was one of those high school girlfriends when things never get much more serious than holding each other’s hands on a park bench. After we ‘broke up’ and we stayed friends, we grew up through high school together. Not that she wasn't already, but Lydia became absolutely gorgeous. Everybody in school knew it, too. Quite often I would feel a little smug when other guys would lose their minds with jealousy over how I had managed to “get her young” and that I got to be friends with such a hot girl. It felt a little bit weird to think about her like that. She was certainly attractive, but she was my friend. One of my best friends. Truth be told, I was a little protective over her. Not that she needed protecting, least of all from me. After high school, everybody went off to do their own thing at university. The most contact I would have with my old friends would be through the posts they shared on Facebook. Lydia posted fairly regularly, sharing photos of her with her new boyfriend. Then later, after things hadn't worked out, changing her status back to single. And then back again with some new guy. Read more »

Desk Trouble [MF][oral]

I'd visit you one day and wear the cutest dress you'd find me in. A blue and white striped nautical type sundress and the cutest flats. Innocently flaunting my curves and accenting the size of my tits.

Without a word I sit on your lap as you recline onto your chair in shock and excitement. I give you the best head massage by focusing on the part behind your ears and make my way down to your neck. And I start to give you light kisses.

You pull me in closer and I don't push away. My tongue wrestled against yours as you try to carry me onto your desk and try to unbuckle your belt as you find me bare and ready for you to destroy. Unfortunately, you get an unsuspecting visit by a colleague.

You carried me off the desk and pushed me under the desk just in time for you to compose yourself as your guests enters. You greet him formally and asked him to sit. I quietly stay down as you spoke to him. Read more »

Mine[MF][Bondage][Domination][Abuse][Control][Toys][Handcuffs]

I stop pressing my thumb into your throat.

As you look me in the eyes, yours now covered in tears, I tell you I love you before pressing again. You make a small noise, a little bit like a choke but mostly a moan.

Sometimes it takes all I have to keep my eyes on your face. I want to look over your body; your tensing stomach and trembling hands. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and you will always be. I hate the power you have over me because of it. I try so hard not to put you on a pedestal. That's why we have nights like this. Without them you'd be my only reason for living.

You inhale as I release the strangling grip, though my hand remains where it is. My thumb is gently stroking the red mark, the imprint, that I left as you shake. "I want you to say it," I offer in a low tone.

"No," is all you say and all I can do is nod. Read more »