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[MM] Two totally straight friends. P1

There was this friend of mine I used to hang a lot with. While he had had done some stuff with girls back then, I was still secretly a virgin. Sometimes we used to watch porn and jerk off. One time I out of nowhere suggested what if we jerked off each other and after thinking it for a while we decided it wasn’t a good idea. After all, that would be gay. But the idea got stucked in my mind for days or weeks and how hot would that be. And I wasn’t the only one as the next time we had a jerking off session, he was the first one to suggest it again. I pretended to think about it, while bitting my lip to not just say yes, I wanted him to insist so it would be his idea and not mine. That way I’d feel like the gay one was him and not me. Luckily he did. Read more »

I [FM] like the feeling of power when I am in charge of cocks. Lately I’ve get into the mistress thing and I love when a man is obedient and do whatever to please me. I am also quite nice and offer back, after all, I did master my JOI skills and my tantric massage

Being in control is one of my biggest kinks, I often get wet when I see a man craving for me and do whatever I tell him to do ;) I can be a light mistress: demanding light spankings, soft choking, ass play, and rubbing your cock in so many ways that you will get a massive load of cum for me (being good at tantric massage also helps). I can also be hardcore, talk really dirty, humiliate you, put you in your place, like a good boy you are, tell you how to bust your balls, stuff like this. I’ve got specialized into JOI and I love when I make men cum only with my teasing and voice. I just love being a bad bitch and get pleasure from it, I might also act bratty, from time to time but men enjoy it ;)

How I saw a man’s penis for the first time in my life

I don’t remember how many penises I’ve had in my life. A lot. Maybe more than 500, I can’t count it right now.

The first time I saw a real man’s penis was in my mother’s workshop. My mother is an artist and often painted nudes. Naked girls were not interesting, but men fascinated me. I can not say that they were beautiful, fat and thin, old and young. I wasn’t interested, I was just looking at their dicks. They didn’t see me, I always peeked from the next room. I must say, at the time I was not sexually aroused, I was just interested.

When I was home alone, I looked at my mother’s paintings and it was amazing how accurately she showed the anatomy of the genitals. A calm and soft male penis lying quietly and looking at you with one eye, wrinkles all over, well-defined veins and a wrinkled bag with testicles and a small gentle female hand that strokes it, massages it and asks to wake up, become hard and hot. Read more »

Introducing a Whole New Saga! The International Wrestling Championships! [Volume 1,] {United States VS Russia}

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 1,] {United States vs Russia}

Vanessa Hutchins took a deep breath. She shifted in her polyester two piece wrestling attire, the Stars and Stripes of her American Flag wrestler bikini glittered in the studio lights of her dressing room. Her blonde locks fell onto her chest, which was tightly held together by her attire.

“You’re on Vanessa, they’re announcing your name.” The studio manager told her, he then disappeared behind the crowd of workers, leaving Vanessa alone again. On her makeup counter, lied an envelope.

What was written on the cover?

***”From Russia, With Love!”***

“And for our matchup, we have the lovely, American, Vanessa Hutchins!” The announcer boomed on.

Vanessa ran to face a screaming crowd, she shifted in her sexy attire, the wrestler bottoms clinging tightly to her Shapley ass.

“USA! USA! USA! USA!” The crowd cheered out. The other half of the stadium, the Russian half, started to Boo her.

Vanessa sprinted into the ring. She tried to give a strong smile, but couldn’t bring herself to give anything but a neutral look. She slid in between the ropes and stood in her corner. Read more »

Does a Shower Still Count if You’re Getting Dirty? [MF]

Closing the front door behind me I tilt my head back and empty the last of my water bottle into my mouth. My breathing beginning to come down from my run I still managed to miss my mouth with some of the water as it cascades down my shirt and onto my running shorts. I can feel my heart slowing as my body comes down, making my way up the stairs to the bedroom so I can shower and that’s when I hear the water in the bathroom already running. I follow the sound and find you standing in the shower. The room filled with steam. The air is thick with moisture. We made our shower a special request when we built our house. Two shower heads, 6 feet long and 3 feet wide, with a complete glass set of doors. We could probably fit 6 or 7 people comfortably inside of it if we felt spicy. Looking beside the door I see your dirty clothes piled up in the corner, the mirror fogged over, my compression shorts and running shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide my growing hardness as I take a moment to watch you through the half fogged glass. Read more »

Met a woman [F] on a business trip who brought her own baby oil to [M]y hotel (Part 1)

This is my first post about a past encounter. Instead of keeping these to myself, I figured someone may get some enjoyment fantasizing about some of my dirtier escapades. I’ll keep adding these and we’ll see how they go. Let me know if you like them or have any feedback!

Scroll to “****” if you’d like to skip the intro and get right to the good stuff.

The story starts as I’m sure many have before – trying to have a good time while on a business trip. I was away for work in Canada for the first time. I was recently single. And I was looking to make good use of the final night in the hotel room. We were working outside of the city, so there wasn’t a lot of opportunity to meet someone in a coffee shop in the morning or while picking up a quick lunch, so I spent the evenings going to local bars downtown without much luck. It was the dead of winter, freezing, and the downtown area was largely a ghost town. As any horny guy chasing opportunity would do, I took to Tinder.

My Fanasty for her [str8][M][F]

So, I’d start you off fully clothed in a slim, tight attire, definitelysomething you find sexy. In an open space, I’d circle around you,scanning and examining your body all the curves, every single inch. Mybig glaring eyes will be staring you down like a piece of meat, you aremy prey. I’ll be wearing a goofy grin and slowly move in. After whatwill feel like an eternity, I will eventually start dragging my fingersaround your body, over the dress and touching your exposed skin withvarying degrees of roughness and pressure.

This is now the probing stage. I have a tall sleek figure and as I start moving closerto your frame, going in-between your arms and creeping through yourlegs, I tower over you and melt beneath you, snaking about with the samegrin. I’ll circle you one last time and in doing so I tough at whatyour wearing and I say, “take this off” I seat myself awaiting for myrequest to be fulfilled, revealing the lingerie underneath. Read more »

I just want to fuck my Dom (F, str8, bdsm)

Edit – nonfiction: My Dom & I are LDR. With the pandemic we’ve been able to see each other but not as much as we’d like.

Fiction: I want to walk into a room with him and be told to strip down naked while he’s fully clothed. While he lays on the bed and ignores me while telling me to masturbate standing in the middle of the room to get wet for him. Eventually being picked up without warning, and thrown down again for him to watch my pussy at it gets more wet. Sliding fingers in and out to feel it. Placing a clothes pin on one side. Then another on the other. Having me continue to masturbate for him. But not letting me cum. Until I beg him to take them off. Eventually turning me over to all fours and climbing on the bed behind me. Slapping my ass as hard as he can while putting multiple fingers in my pussy to stretch it and a thumb into my ass. Having me stay still in place while he continues to rub and slap until it starts to swell. Then grabbing my hips on either side and pulling me into him as hard as he can, fucking me as hard as he can. If I start to lose balance or the position, slapping my side and my tits to correct me. Turning me over as he’s about to cum, making sure it is all over my face and hair. Telling me to let it dry there to think about him. Blindfolding me with noise cancelling headphones, telling me to stay on the bed until he comes back. Naked and cold. Waiting for him to come in, touching me however he wants without me even knowing he’s there, and bind my hands and feet to the bed -still blind and deaf – when he finally wants my body again.

[Mf] ‘Perfect’ (DDLG, Romantic, First Time, Impregnation, Poetic)

It’s not the hard light battering your soft body, or the mattress on which you lay. It’s not the buzz of alcohol in the air or the games we play. The roles we enact, nor the wedding dress still clinging to you, ephemeral as if imbued by angels. No, it’s you- solidly you- that I move across the bridal suite to.

You summon me with your being, without ever needing to call. I heed- You message to me on a static frequency tonight, encrypted with pheromones, solely betwixt me and you. Your eyes are tragic tonight in the fashion they yearn for me. If you don’t get your fix of me now, you’ll evaporate into mist- in a magical plume of baited breath. There’s an actual sadness to it, as if by watching me enter the room, you simultaneously see a world without me, scaring you half to death. Merely hours ago we vowed til’ death do us part and now here we are to fully connect. I start my right hand on the back of your neck. Read more »