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No Questions Asked!? [FM (F?)] [female taking charge]

“Would you come eat me out?”

“Okay, but you know you really don’t need to ask at this point. You can just tell me, you know I’ll come on over, I always do!”

He slinked over to her and gave her all the time she needed. It was fantastic, and it always was. “Oh God, Baby, wow. That was great, but does it really bother you that I ask?”

He sat quietly for a bit, “..yeah, I guess so. I just get worried that if you’re always asking it will mean I need to… I just get worried about being rejected one day. We haven’t even gotten to some of the kinkier stuff yet, ya know?”

That took her aback, “The kinkier stuff?” Then she grinned, “You want more of this then, don’t you?” and rubbed her body up and down.

“I do.” And then, “I know you want more than what we do now, too, and I’m worried if you’re always asking you’ll be too nervous. You just can’t accept, it feels like to me, that I will always be up to eating your sweet little vagina. I am, I always am.” Read more »

A Story About A Friend

The life of a teenager is simple: Be cool, Get Drunk, Fuck. So when my mum asked me if I wanted to come to Scotland and paint the new house my immediate answer was: ” I’ve got so much coursework to do!!”.
While that was not a lie the main reason I didn’t want to go was because it was the Easter holidays and I knew that I’d much rather throw a house party.
I grew up in a strict household so even contemplating the idea of throwing a house party made me nervous. My dad was the kind of man to lock me in the cellar for a week if I refused to eat my vegetables. ( okay maybe that’s a little extreme … But you get the idea).

So the day before they left I made plans with my best friend Jodie about who to invite as I’d never organised anything like this before. She told me to play it cool and eventually word would get out and people would just invite themselves. So I took her advice. We lived in a very communal area so I didn’t want a hoard of people there but just enough to enjoy myself. Read more »

My first sexual experience (F)

At the age of 16 I was at boarding school. My parents moved around a lot because my dad was a soldier so I was forced to lug my existence to new schools constantly. I’d settled into my GCSEs at the age of 16 so they decided to put me into boarding school rather than take me with them across the world.

Like most teenagers I was shy and awkward and very hormonal. The furthest I’d ever been with a boy was letting jordan play with my tits. I was a normal self conscious teen but had always been proud of my big perky boobs.

Each day I would walk from the boarding accommodation to school with my friend Jordan . Our relationship was mainly teasing and joking but we enjoyed each others company anyway. He would steal my things, pull my hair and joke that I was a virgin.

Each evening we had a set routine, we would watch tv in the common room, then have dinner, then do prep (homework) for an hour then have time to ourselves. Read more »

White and Pink Paisley. [Fm] [inc]

White and pink paisley.

That was all I could think about on the drive home from school.

How badly I wanted to pull out my phone out to get a third, fourth, fifth look at the picture Leslie texted me just before the end of class. It wasn’t much, just a hint of the soft skin of her inner thighs right up the hemline of her white and pink panties. Just enough to get the idea of what I was looking at. Just enough to leave me rock hard and dying for release. Sadly, I had to get home–strict parents and whatnot–so it was hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. But fuck how my mind was racing.

Pulling into the driveway I noticed my sister’s car was gone (recent college grad, stuck at home due to the shitty job market) as was my mother’s. Not entirely unusual, but typically my mom stuck around in the afternoon’s to “make sure I didn’t get into trouble,” as if I was still a little kid. (In my defense, the time I set a part of the garage on fire was an honest accident and no one got hurt. Yes, the lawnmower was destroyed but it was a piece of shit anyway.) Read more »

Continuation of a couple’s first time with a third [MFM]

Lynn was all dressed and John had just left the room. After our first encounter adding a third to the mix, we had figured we shouldn’t push our luck by stretching it out too long. But the look in Lynn’s eyes told me she hadn’t had enough after all. And since we did this crazy thing anyway, why start worrying now? John had left us his mobile number, and I texted him to see if he was already tied up with something else. He wasn’t. I also asked whether he’d feel funny about coming back for more, even though he just left. He texted that he was definitely ready for more and that he’d turn around right away and come back.

I looked around the room and found that Lynn had disappeared, only to to hear the shower running. I told her that John was on his way back. She said that we’d know where to find her. Before our first meeting, she had sent some pics of herself in the shower to John and it had turned them both on. I know she was thinking about those pictures and his reaction now. I heard a knock and let John in. I suggested that he might want to help Lynn get cleaned up. He wasted no time getting into the bathroom and stripping down. He pulled the shower curtain aside and was greeted by Lynn all soaped up, suds on her tits, flowing down her stomach, and running down her back onto her ass, looking every bit as sexy as her pics. Read more »

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How to fix ED and low libido with new fun and games [cuck][fdom][msub][bi]

A little secret for the ladies: the sexiest thing in the world to a man is a lady who is actually lusty and horny enough to get kinky. (and visa versa?) She loves me and it gets her horny to see how far I will go to please her. I think she digs the control–not even realizing it’s a form of femdom sex and of male submission just to get some action–any action. Does that sound desperate? I plead guilty. The rule I must follow in our house is that anytime I cum, she cums or any cum flows, I must lick it or slurp it up and swallow it, whether with her or alone. …Or, as I am a now willing cuckold, I must invite her chosen bull by phone by voice and thank him after they have sex and then lick her lubed up lady parts until orgasm and then until squeaky clean … and display each time I swallow their cum while she watches it disappear down my throat…before I can have sex with her again, next episode. I really knew this worked for us when the first time a stud filled her to messy and overflowing and I immediately went down on her, she had the biggest orgasm she ever had and actually had a female ejaculation for the first time in her life and I got to feel it, taste it, and swallow all her (and his) orgasm juices. We were trembling after. I will never forget that moment. I was sold. That extra strong dose of testosterone from her young virile bull sooner or later helps to fix my Erectile Dysfunction. It is easy to find a young horny college guy to regularly service my 62 y.o. wife and she really likes a hard pounding that makes her boobs bounce like googly eyes…but I can’t give her that so much anymore. She absolutely wants me to watch the action closely and hold her hand or kiss her nipples as she has sex with her bull. I do like to hold her hand because to me it means she is still true to me even as she is fucking and she knows I will still love her and kiss her all over even as she is over flowing with another man’s sperm. This all started when I told her I had a dream of this scene and she found it interesting and asked me if I really thought I could handle that in real life. I told her since I can’t often keep decent erections, she shouldn’t be ashamed to want really good sex anyway and I would help her in any way I could. I could see the gears in her mind turning about the possibilities as she raised her eyebrows and bit her lip in stunned surprise. Thankfully, she is open minded. I love my bride of 40 years plus with the age difference I don’t have to worry they’ll fall in love for each other…its just about some really horny spiced up sex. She likes thick cum that she can pick up and lay upon my tongue. Then she goes to take a 15 minute shower while I make our bed and expects me to show her the load afterward before swallowing, so a really thick cumshot is better for lasting the whole 15 minutes. The thin stuff just disappears and dissolves away, and then she can’t see the cum get swallowed. I’m not sure why that is so important to her, but she wants me to still taste his cum when I wake up the next morning so I don’t brush my teeth before bed on our sex nights. The young stuff is kinda bitter due to all its testosterone but my own cum with its Low-T tastes mellower –like salted butter…and no aftertaste after only 5 minutes. The kinky stuff: Cock cages and chastity does not work for us…We are not really into domination or giving or receiving any humiliations…ED issues are effective enough on that score..in fact we use our kinky variety to build excitement and overcome ED. Sometimes she tells me to load a small syringe as thick as a bic pen (no needle) with his cum and use it to fill my cock with his cum, pre-loading it, then inseminating her mouth with his cum as it flows through my cock. Really thick chunky cum stays in better if inserted at least 4 inches deep, but the thin stuff just pushes out too fast…But hey…That’s the only way I get a BJ these days. Before we began this sort of fun, the last BJ to completion she gave me was 30 years ago. So this is the only way it turns her on to do BJs. ….Sometimes she just gives the bull a handjob sending strings of cum toward my face or mouth if her bull is able to do that. Then she milks the last few drops out of his cock, one at a time and has me lick each drop out of his cum hole with the tip of my tongue. But I’ll only do it if she is the one doing the milking of each drop up to the tip of his cock.,,,not him. Sometime she asks her bull if he wants me to massage his cum hole for 5 minutes with the tip of my hard tongue. I’m surprised how often the bulls want that. I don’t like it so much… as it seems a little gay to me. But I’ll gladly do it for my wife if she is holding his erect cock solidly still and spreading his cum hole open as I massage as deep as my tongue can go. Instead of squeezing my balls she epilates all the hair off them and just before any form of sex she “strangles” them with a thick purple rubber band (found on broccoli at the store) which increases my urgency to ejaculate faster and not take so much of her time….(else my balls get too painfully purple) She loves me and it really makes her horny to see how far I will go to please her. A little secret ladies: the sexiest thing in the world to a man is a lady who is actually lusty and horny enough to get kinky. (and visa versa?) This all works because she strictly demands her chosen nerdy college boy-bull to be respectful toward me or he will be replaced by another horny dude. She has been known to audition up to 5 guys (one at a time) She prefers guys with upturned cocks that rub up toward her belly button when fully “balls deep” and likes cocks a little longer than mine because I can rarely and barely touch her cervix, which she likes slowly massaged and wet-kissed (jizzed) by a longer cock than I got. After some practice and sensitivity adjustments one bull found out the joys of pressing the tip of his cock hard against her cervix opening and ejaculating straight into her womb. When she could actually feel his jizz flow into her cervix she almost cried with lust. having never even dreamt of such an experience. She inhaled so deeply and squeezed my hand so hard I couldn’t believe it and her toes got cramped from too much stimulation and she said she nearly fainted. She said she felt her cervix bouncing quivering in response. Needless to say she wanted and got alot more of that treatment. I’m glad she gets so horny from experiences I just cannot give her. We start off slowly by having these college boys (they have separate tryouts) jism her nipples, (extra points for them on second audition if they don’t whack themselves off but can cum on her boobs by my hand, jacking off his cock onto her) but I must noisily slurp her boobs clean and put it in a little syringe …but each one must leave the house first so as not to embarrass me. I never thought it would come to this, but ED puts you in a compromised situation. But now I’m like Pavlov’s dogs. After I lap up some cum I get sex to a happy ending…so I learned, or was trained, to look forward to inviting her bull over. She wants to hear each invitation conversation and rewards me with a big wonderful kiss and lets me feel up her boobs and kiss and lick one naked nipple (for only 10 seconds, no more, just a taste)…. if he says he will come over right away. Sometimes the bull tells me to lube her up with my mouth or my own semen before he arrives because he is in the mood for sloppy seconds. I really get off on that since my jism just pours out of her as it is forced back out of her vagina as his cock slides toward her cervix dispacing my sperm. My job is to collect my overflowing jism in a shot glass as it pours out her vagina and drink it while they begin to twitch into each others bodies. That trick seems to turn their afterburners on. She loves thick, heavy loads and wants me to be sure to take 10 L-Arginine + Ornithine pills everyday and a tablespoon of white maca powder to be sure I unload a gusher as big as any 20 y.o. could. The grand finale in that scene is I am lapping up all the cum from all three orgasms…maybe someday four or … more?–if we do group-sex with more college boys. Believe me, these boys are pretty open minded (horny) about getting lucky even with 60yo couples. And when my wife finds one who really excites her, she feels it necessary to meet his needs in order to keep him coming back. One bull wanted it 6 days a week….and got it! I tried to keep up but my cock couldn’t. Luckily my tongue has no ED at all…but she got so tired she even refused my tongue-gasms after a while. His semen was bitter and absolutely loaded with testosterone. My tongue both top and bottom and my whole mouth would absolutely tingle as I absorbed the testosterone into my bloodstream….and I could feel my manhood rising with my testosterone levels. So that was fun until he graduated. So, anyway, I’m pretty sure I get more marital sex than 60% of 60 year olds. Just know that 60yo guys with ED can still get as horny as any 18yo…and as often….and I will do most anything to keep my sex life in gear. USE it or LOSE it…and submissive sex is far better than no sex. Been there, Done that. The more I enable her and her bull, the more I get laid, ….Win, Win, Win, Right? This all continues because our understanding is that I get to orgasmic sex with her every single time she fucks a bull. It really re-ignited her lost sex drive, and that turns me on. My wife slyly likes to turn the tables on me too. She remembers all the sex treats I asked for over the years such as a ball massage with both balls in her mouth. So she tells me to demonstrate how I want it done to me. So she gathers the bull’s balls into a little bouquet and says, “Show me. How you want your balls massaged, Mr Cuck? Show me you you want me to do it on you.” I don’t know why she was so hesitant to do that for me all these years,,,it was easy… So she says, “Look in my eyes. Now massage those balls in your mouth and roll them around in his scrotum with your tongue.” So I did as told and the bull’s eyes roll back as she starts to jack him off toward the ceiling. She saw that and immediately got turned on and next thing you know she’s got both his balls in her mouth, tells me to jack off that cock off and he is moaning with pleasure. Never saw a guy cum so fast. It spurted into my other hand and I was about to lick it off when she got up off her knees and started sucking his jism off my fingers. Wish it was me getting a double ball massage, but I guess I still got stuff to look forward to. I had one in my life. It was from my wife and it was something to never forget. I’m reminded how good it was every time I’m rolling a pair of balls in my mouth at her request. It’s one of her favorite things for me to do. Sometimes I think I should have been a porn director, purposed to re-ignite lost sex drive marriages. I would like to do an autobiographical film of what must be a unique sex life….and but expect most would find it to wild to contemplate for themselves.

A submissive fantasy. [fM] [fsub] [Mdom] [oral] [gagging] [bondage] [hello, Reddit, I’m a slut!]

I want it rough.
I want to go out with you, holding your hand and walking a step behind you, occasionally feeling your fingers grip my waist to rest on my lower back possessively. I want to tease you all night, adjusting my little skirt to where you catch a glimpse of my black lace, accidentally trailing my fingers across your lap and licking my red painted lips as my eyes slide down your body. you’d whisper in my ear that I was being a naughty pet, that naughty girls aren’t treated like nice girls. I’d challenge you, shrugging and smiling deviously before leaving a print of my lips on your jaw and sauntering away just to feel your glare on me.
you’d take me home then, growling as you drove, your hand clamped down on my thigh so I wouldn’t forget that I’m in trouble. Because I’m a tease. I’m a slut who can’t help but want you to want me, to tempt you with sultry glances and even sucking your finger between my lips when you tried to keep me from giggling, teasing, being naughty.
as soon as we stepped through the door, your hand would be in my hair. roughly wrapping it once, twice around your fist to control me, force me to submit to you as i trembled in delight for the punishment I warranted. you’d shove me to my knees, getting your cock out and telling me to fix the problem I caused, forcing me to take your cock like a whore…if I was going to act like a slut, you’d treat me like a slut.
Or maybe you’d tell me to keep my lips closed as you’d smear your pre-cum on my lips, denying me to taste it. Maybe you’d finally let me open up for you but grip my hair tighter when I’d surge forward, sliding my tongue over your head in my eagerness. You’d make me wait. You’d make sure I deserve it. I’d beg, plead, ramble on and on about how much I needed to feel your cock in my throat, how desperate I would be to taste your cum and feel it all over me.
You’d have enough, using your cock to shut me up. You’d fuck my mouth then; cock spearing through me, rubbing my lips and throat raw, using me as nothing more than a wet, tight hole to fuck. after I’d gagged on you, tears smudging my makeup, you’d haul me to my feet. tearing off the lace I teased you with and shoving me face down onto the bed, you’d spank me. Hard. Your cock pressing wetly against me as I’d lay across your lap, gripping anything I could reach as you’d slap me, causing my ass to bloom with colors as I whined and whimpered and squirmed. “don’t fucking make a sound,” you’d tell me, threatening to stuff my mouth with the scraps of my slutty panties.
I’d try. Oh god, I’d try to keep from whimpering. But you’d stuff me full with your fingers and I wouldn’t be able to help but let out a slutty moan.
you’d fuck me hard then. The lace of my panties against the already raw skin of my mouth, your hips slapping against the vermillion handprints on my ass. you’d shove my face into the bed, capturing my wrists behind my back as you’d screw me. I’d be letting out these muffled screams for you, body trembling as you’d use my cunt to chase your own release.
you’d cum all over my face, watching the desperate look in my eyes as your seed would decorate me. I’d go to rub my thumb through it so I could taste it, but you’d stop me. You’d take my ruined panties from my mouth, using them to secure my hands, forcing me to let your cum stay on my face because I’m a slut. Then, you’d walk out, leaving me trembling and defiled in a time-out of sorts. Because I’m a slut. And naughty girls aren’t treated like nice girls.

Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part XVI – You can’t go home again [MF]

The next day was more of the same, as was the next. I endured stares and false smiles in the office, then went home and abandoned myself in pursuit of easy sex. I told myself that I was reclaiming my life, but as days turned to weeks, I found myself withdrawing instead. I couldn’t go to the gym for fear of running into Chris and his hurt gaze. The clubs and bars bored me; my conquests felt hollow and meaningless. Even Kat eventually stopped coming around for her little booty calls.
My mood darkened as well. I found myself angry or cranky all the time, with no patience for the social engineering I’d used to fill my days with. I couldn’t keep my face warm long enough to convince everyone around that I was as important as I needed them to believe, and they’d seen that my untrained “sister” could do just as good a job as I could.
And of course, they asked after her constantly. Where had she gone? How was she doing? when would she be visiting again? Why had I never told anyone about her? After a while, I just started locking my office door in the morning.
It was my sixth week as a man – as myself, I kept correcting, my sixth week as myself – I got a message to meet Diana at the cafe. I headed over at noon, ordering my liquid lunch from a dark-haired barista with a bad attitude. She glared at me while she made my coffee, slammed it on the counter, and told me to “have a nice day” in a voice that could have melted paint.
“What a bitch,” I said, sitting across from Diana. Katlyn joined us as about the same time, taking the third seat at what had once been our usual table. I pulled a flask out of my jacket and irished up my coffee while she got comfortable, then realized she and Diana were both staring at me.
“What?” I asked angrily. “Can’t a man have a drink with lunch?
“It’s not that,” Diana said gently. “Well, not just that. It’s…”
“You’re circling the drain,” Katlyn declared.
I glared at her. “What is this, a medical drama?”
Kat held up her hands, palms out. “Socially. Emotionally. Look at yourself. Do you feel like you’re the king of the mountain? Because you sure don’t look it.”
I looked down at myself. My shirt wasn’t ironed, and my tie wasn’t sitting as straight as it should have been. “Whatever. I’m having a bad day.”
“You seem to have had a lot of bad days,” Diana said firmly. “I talked to Debra.”
“Remind me to fire her.”
“Shawn!” Katlyn leaned over and grabbed my arm. “What the hell is wrong with you? You weren’t like this, when-”
“When what? When I was a woman?” I scoffed, pulling away from her grip. “That was never me. That was a prison.”
“Do you feel released?”
Diana touched Katlyn’s hand to shush her. “We talked to Pam, too,” she said. “She said… well, they’re considering replacing you.”
“Good! I’ll quit! Retire even! See America! Fuck a girl in every state! I’ll call it the Shawn Milner Boner Tour!”
“Shawn, stop!” Katlyn grabbed at me again. “Why are you so angry?”
“Why shouldn’t I be? You two don’t like who I am. Everyone in the office wants my goddamn ‘sister’ back. Even the coffee girl fucking hates me for some reason.”
“Coffee girl?” Katlyn leaned over. “The new one”
“Yeah, I guess. Maybe she’s in the wrong line of work.”
“Oh, Shawn,” Kat said, smirking, “that’s… oh jeez.”
“What?”
“Didn’t you see her name tag? It’s right there on her boob, I figured you’d glance at least.”
“I didn’t really care. Why? What’s it say?”
“Tammy.”
I nearly sprayed my drink across the table. “Tammy??” I asked in a hushed voice, glancing back at the counter. “As in Tommy Tammy?”
“Yeah. I guess she’s coping a little worse than you did.”
I snuck a better look over there. It was Tammy all right, dressed in the silly green uniform and apron, slinging coffees and looking generally exhausted. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.” Diana sighed. “I wanted to show you where she ended up just out of interest, but looking at you now… are you sure you’re all right?”
“Apparently not. I thought I’d just slip back into my life, but it’s not…”
“Yeah. It’s not right, for a bunch of reasons.”
“Well, it’s not like I can undo any of it. I did what I had to do… we all did. And I’m still grateful to both of you. But it is what it is. This is who I am, now.”
“Well…” Kat looked over at Tammy. “It doesn’t have to be, you know…”
“You’re shitting me.” I thumped my cup on the table between us. It splashed hot coffee on my hand, but I ignored the pain. “After everything I went through. All that work. Using a good man like that. Ruining the lives of those people who cursed me. Fucking my ex-friend. And now you want me to… to undo it all?”
Kat shrugged. “It was just a thought.”
“Yeah… just a thought…” I shook my head. “Got a few too many of those, lately.”
Diana reached over to lay her hand on mine. “What thought are you having now, Shawn?”
I looked up and met her eyes. The words came out before I had a chance to think about them. Hell, for a second I wasn’t certain it was me talking. But I spoke nonetheless.
“I’ve made a huge mistake.” Read more »

Summer Swap – A Swinger Double Story Written by my Ex and Myself – [mfmf] [exh] [swing] [voy]

A few years back, I was in a long-distance relationship with Kim. We both enjoyed writing, so we’d exchange written RPs and erotica every so often. There was a period of time that I was getting more interested in the kinkier side of sex, and asked her to write a swinger story involving us and two of her friends. She agreed, and we both decided to write a story from our point of view, keeping things semi-realistic by limiting the interactions to second base. Of course, I got her permission to post these, in case anybody was curious. I’ll be posting my version of the story, and then hers. Enjoy!

 

The long-anticipated day had finally come when the conditions were just right. Sometime in late summer, Kim, Brandon, Shauna and I were in a medium-sized tent in quiet seclusion. In our comfortable sleeping clothes, everything was perfectly cozy. The rain was pouring, and thunder rumbled across the sky. The noise absolutely filled the air, which was perfect for the activities that our hormones would drive us to. Read more »