The Session (M/F A photographer and his model engage in some extra-curricular activity after a shoot.)

It’s Sunday. Jacob and I just wrapped up a nude photo-session in his studio. Afternoon sunlight streams through the giant window above the couch I’ve tossed my bra and t-shirt on. I’ve been an erotic photography model for several years. I do other work as well, but mostly I stick to nudity. It always makes for an interesting conversation upon meeting new people. They always want to know if I sleep with the photographers. The answer is no, I don’t shit where I eat.

I met Jacob through a friend who passed along my contact info when he mentioned he was looking for a model. I’ve never been nervous with a photographer before, but upon meeting Jacob I was instantly attracted to his wide, boyish grin, and his floppy mop of dark hair he was always pushing out of his sparkling green eyes.

I bend over to pick my jeans up off the floor where I had stepped out of them earlier. I slip them over my pale thighs fastening the button just above my pubic bone.

“What do you have going on today?” Jacob’s asks.

[m] Strip club matinee

I’m a 40/m who visits strip clubs periodically, especially when traveling on business. Yesterday, I had an unusual, amazing encounter at my local strip club.

I arrived at the club around 2pm just after it opened. It was pretty dead, save for a few regulars and the staff. I took a seat at the bar and a dancer joined me. She introduced herself and gave me her stage name. She was short, even with stripper heels, 25, and very curvy. We talked a bit and the conversation was awkward. I was losing interest when she placed her hand in my lap and slid it along the shaft of my cock. I was wearing loose basketball shorts and my cock swelled in her hands as I stared down her ample cleavage.
She suggested a trip to the VIP room to get “naughty.” I’ve heard and accepted this pitch numerous times only to walk away with a sense that I just wasted $150. There was even that time recently in Washington DC, where the VIP is a no-contact zone.

[MF] My foreign adventures. Day1: The model.

Long time lurker, decided to start blogging about my escapades.
About me: I am a man, in his early 30s, and have been a bit of man whore through my life. A little under 6 foot. Slim/athletic build. White.

My latest escapade comes as I am visiting a foreign land for work. I decided to really make use of this trip and see how many girls I could get laid with. The girls in this place are quite mixed and exotic.

I organised myself before hand so I setup some dates before I got there. For my second day (I was busy with work the first day) I organised through tinder to meet one girl at a bar nearby to where my hotel was. She was beautiful, thin, black girl with great shapely breasts. Not to big, but firm and round. She was a former model now student, around 24/25. Really long legs (exactly what you expect from a runway model). Closest thing I could [find here] (http://naibuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Screenshot_2015-11-14-19-14-37-1.png).

Morals or Money? [mF] [Inc] [Exh]

((This was written in the form of comments in r/DirtyWritingPrompts, which would explain the formatting and 10k character limit between the parts. But I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.))

**Prompt: Mom and son volunteer to be contestants on a controversial game Show, in which they must perform increasingly sexual acts for big cash prizes**

(Part 1)

“Uh oh, is Jimmy getting a boner?!”

A blaring alarm rang as red strobe lights bathed the set of Morals or Money?. The sound of the klaxon was drowned out only by the cheers of the studio audience. The charismatic but ultimately antagonistic host, Dale Dewitt, didn’t help as he egged the audience to be louder, waving his arms and pointing to the contestants. The cameras zoomed in to Jimmy’s face as his eyes clenched shut, then to the only article of clothing he had on: his boxer-covered crotch. It did indeed appear to suddenly look tighter. His mother was standing in front of him, her own eyes shut tight from embarrassment, as she stood bare-chested before her own son while he had his hands over her ample breasts.

[MF] One of my favorite sessions with my girlfriend

My partner and I have been completing these “challenges” lately. One that just came up is reminiscing about our favorite “naughty memory” with each other. As I started to think about my personal favorite, I thought it would be fun to write it up, and surprise her by posting it on here. (Surprise love!)

I’ll start by saying that I am extremely lucky in that I have an incredibly sexy girlfriend. She’s short and curvy; long, dark, curly hair; angelic face with the most beautiful smile; gorgeous caramel skin tone; incredible thick thighs; cute and tight little ass; and best of all…amazingly, luscious, full tits (I’m a boob guy in case that wasn’t obvious).

Is it my turn to fuck you tonight? [m/f]

Sometimes I look at you, and I want to hit you. I want to punch you, slap you, cut you open and crawl inside of you. I want to own you and possess you. Neither of us knowing where we begin and the other ends. I am so full of bursting need, I can feel it bubbling over.

Imagine the sheer pleasure of our bodies becoming one.
I am lost in the dark as you drive yourself into me, your hands on my hips and my face in a pillow. I enjoy the struggle to catch my breath. The fabric smothering me for you.
My senses are focused on every sound that we make, the slap of your balls against my clit.  The sucking sound of my pussy, trying to stop you from leaving us.

I feel weightless, I feel earthed. It is carnal. Groaning and sweating, the air is filled with the primal smell of sex.

However, no matter how deep you go, it’s never enough. I push back into you, trying to impale myself on you. I am needy and I am desperate, more. More. More.

Own me, fill me, mark me.

[MF] Away from my SO for 4 months, decided to recount some of our time together. (Blowjob)

I held her against the wall and kissed her. Our lips pressed together, our breath mingled. Her mouth was soft and inviting. As I felt up and down her body, she occasionally let loose a small gasp. Her arousal seemed to burst from her, hardly controlled. We pushed our bodies together, I could feel her chest against my own. We writhed as a single, lustful being. Our love was bonding us together in a feverish way. My hand fell to her beautiful ass, feeling its firm, supple curve in her shear leggings. My dick was throbbing in my pants. Its firm warmth pressed against her bare, soft midriff. She pushed me a few inches from her and placed her hand over my cock. My body flooded with pleasure as I sensed pre-cum leak from its tip. She moved her hand up and down its length while we kissed. I subconsciously gyrated my hips towards her, my desire and love for her shining out everything else.

Finding a third for hubby. [GROUP]

It was my turn to get my friend, Dee, to agree to join my husband and I. He really wanted to get a double blowjob and we came up with a plan.

After trying to figure out the best way to get Dee to agree, I had to get the help of her boyfriend, Jay.

He said that we can come over to their place over the weekend and things would “go down” from there.

The time comes and we arrive to their apartment. We are watching a movie on Netflix and I start to kiss my husband. Things heat up and I start to rub on his cock. I unbutton his pants and pull out his fully erect cock. I lean over and start to suck on the tip.

I get on my knees in front of him and start to suck on his balls. I look over to Dee and tell her to come join me. She doesn’t move and Jay had to nudge her to go ahead. It’s not like she didn’t want to do it, it was clear that she was a little confused as to what was happening. As you will see a little later in this story, Jay gave her a heads up of what was going to happen but she had a totally different idea in mind.

My first meet-up with a female Redditor, in busy London, with some [groping]

This is a story from my first reddit meet up. So I had made a post called the sleeping beauty fantasy (I will explain what the sleeping beauty fantasy involved in another post with Emily, we met 2 times) which Emily responded to and wanted to partake it. While talking we mentioned other fetishes and fantasies, we started to talk about groping. As we were going to meet in public (for security reasons, which i always do) before our sleeping beauty fantasy we suggested, that if we were comfortable then we could have a discreet public grope. We met in public in a very busy area in London. She is 5’7, big blue eyes with a cute smile, straight red hair; she was wearing black leggings, with a short skirt, a long black coat and woolly jumper. We greeted each other and she asked if I wanted to start, I said yes. The plan was for her to sit down in photome booth (basically a booth where you can take passport photo’s with a curtain, I suggested this as I have done this before with a friend and as far as I know we didn’t get caught).

[MF,MF] Strangers in the Rain

Steph closed her book and placed it on the dash. The light was starting to dim now in the late afternoon as the car moved along the highway, the light flicking as they passed trees and tall fields of sugar cane. Looking out the window there was the occassional flash of lightning off in the distance. She looked across at Zack who was looking forward at the road, casually leaning back in the driver’s seat with one hand on the 12 o’clock position on the wheel.

“Finished your book?” Zack asked.

“No, just finished the chapter. It’s getting too dark to read now. How are you going?” Steph asked.

“By car.” Zack laughed. Steph did not. Sensing the joke bombed, Zack continued. “I’m going well, sun’s been off the car now for some time now and at least it isn’t so hot coming in through the windows. We’re only about 150kms away from the hotel now so couple of hours and we’ll be there. Pretty sure it will rain before then though”.

Steph looked around the outside of the car. It has certainly been a hot day – almost 43 degrees at one point, so she figured a good thunderstorm would be a welcome change.