So I was driving across the country this summer on my way back to the East Coast, stopping in different cities. I was at a really boring part of the trip (long stretch of roads and corn and not a whole lot else). I stop for gas and load up tinder and there’s like 5 people within 50 miles. I get back on the road and about 10 minutes later I have a match and it’s this really hot 19 year old, which is rare since I’m 33. Her pics are really slutty, like boobs hanging out and a lot of duckface. I figure nothing will come of it, but I shoot her some generic message, while driving. She immediately responds and starts blabbering about how boring it is in her small town and how tinder is useless because nobody is on and everyone is afraid to use it because everyone knows each other. She seems excited to meet me so I turn around and pick her up and we go to the one Mexican restaurant in town.
Servicing me while I watched his wife cum [MFm] [bdsm] [bi]
(A warning, this play was focused on some forced homosexuality with derogatory humiliating language. It’s roleplay between consenting reasonable adults.)
You wouldn’t have known, watching the couple approach the table, that they were anything but ordinary. Early 40’s, conservative suburbanites. She was attractive in a mom-next-door sort of way. Thin with blonde hair pulled back and fashionable but barely flattering dress. He had short hair thinning hair and was in jeans and a clean simple T-shirt. Both tall, both smiling and friendly. They could have been on their way to a parent teacher conference.
We met. We had a drink. I left.
I waited for 15 minutes wondering if they were going to back out. But finally there was a knock on the door.
I opened it, saw them and invited them in. The lights were down very low and as they walked in we didn’t speak. I don’t care how bad ass a dom or kinky a sub you are. I don’t care what scene you have set up. Those first few minutes with a brand new partner you met online are always awkward, always a bit weird. I shut the door and slid the bolt. I turned and when no one spoke, I said, “I’m ready if you are, we could also have another drink.”
A Very Unexpected Encounter [FM][BDSM] (Very Long)
Having posted a few stories in the /r/rapekink/ subreddit, I started to document an encounter I had that did not fit there. It was suggested I post it here.
The events had profound effect on my life which led me to go into more and more detail. Next thing I know, it became a small novel. A few things have been changed to protect people’s identities and prevent an “I know him” moment. What is written is about 99% as they occurred. The back and forth conversations between me and one of the persons did not always happen as written. Some details have been lost over the years but what is included are things we have said to each other and mirrors how we interact even to this day. The person I had the encounter with helped me write the post and recall the little details.
By breaking things up, each person can go with what floats their boat. Anyone with time (lots of time) can read from start to finish. The first part give some background. Those that want to read about the encounter can do a search and skip to “Part 2.” “Part 3” is a follow up with some insight in the previous chapters. “Part 4” is a strange forced encounter that may not suit everyone’s tastes. Finally there is “Part 5” which in an epilogue to close out the post.
[MF] Listening to my prudish female co-worker having sex in the hotel room next to mine.
Whenever I travel for work, I usually travel with Greg, my cubicle buddy & the life of the party within the office, or Lynn, the 46-year old skinny redhead that was as much of a workaholic (both inside and outside of the office) as she was social. I’ve traveled extensively with Greg to many training seminars (he loves the strip clubs), yet have never traveled with Lynn.
As my luck would have it, I would be traveling with Lynn alone this time. I didn’t look forward to it, considering that I thought that she was incredibly uptight and all about work. No lie, Lynn seemed to be just a straight-up bitch. While on the plane to Philadelphia, she bored me with work schedules and stuff, until eventually I just tuned her out entirely. Even inside of the airport, she seemingly would not shut the fuck up about anything. My thinking at the time was “Great, I’m stuck with a boring-ass bitch that rarely has fun.”
Pushing Her Limits [Hotwife] [MC]
This is my first story on Reddit, I’ve gone back and forth on whether or not to post this half of the story. I’ve gotten pretty far on this one, should I publish a part 2? If I don’t get any answers, I’ll just figure it wasn’t meant to be and just let the story hang and not work on it anymore. Since it’s unfinished, is there a direction I should go?
~@~@~Pushing Her Limits~@~@~
“I’ll bet the Rangers do beat the Mighty Ducks,” I say confidently.
“I think you’re crazy, there’s no way the Rangers will beat the Ducks,” Susan says as the points a red nailed finger at me. “The Ducks look fantastic this year and they’ve already beaten the Rangers once, so why wouldn’t they do it again?”
“Because it’s hockey, darling. Anything can happen on any particular night.”
She’s always been a big hockey fan, but I had no idea she felt this confident about it. She also seemed oddly aggressive as well. I start to wonder how far I could push her with her confidence. “Want to make a little wager? If you’re so damn sure that the Ducks are going to win, let’s make a little bet.”
[F] Blowjob tour of Dallas.
I was in Dallas on business earlier in the week, and on a whim decided to post on RAOBJ. I had a plethora of responses, and ended up choosing four guys to blow over the course of two days. I’ve copy-pasted my [success] stories from that subreddit, so I guess this is technically a cross-post.
**Guy No. 1**
I got out of my meeting around lunch time to a *very* full inbox. But, because I am a wonderful person, I read through each and every one, and picked out six lovely gentlemen to talk to, four of which turned out to be actually decent, and made plans with each of them. Of course, I told them all about each other, not like I was hiding anything.
I met the first one when a meeting was cancelled, leaving me an hour with no one to do. So I sent him a text, asking if he was down to meet real quick.
Of course he was.
We met at a Starbucks down the block from the building I was in, and once I texted a friend a mugshot in case I went missing, we went to his car, and hopped in the back seat. Side note, hella nice car. I’m a sucker for tan leather seats.
[star wars] [FF] [humiliation] Rina Chapter 4, a Star Wars Porn – Meet the harem!
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Chapter 4: Meet the harem!
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FF, nudity, humiliation, slavery, plot
The trip to the harem wasn’t long enough for Rina to fully absorb what had just happened. Her body was still quivering from the adrenaline, and the realization that she wasn’t going to be torn apart and eaten by a giant insect while screaming out her last seconds of life in sheer agony. And the realization that she was now a slave and she was being escorted to a harem where she’d presumably be raped fairly often. Plus, and to her annoyance, she was embarrassed about being naked. In the adventure novels and holos she was a fan of this was where she’d find a daring way to escape, but in reality she found that it took all her strength simply to avoid a total mental breakdown.
A bit of stubborn pride allowed her to keep her face placid despite the gibbering terror that came from her brush with death just a moment ago and the continued humiliation of her forced nudity. At least these guards seemed to be content to just take her to the harem without any stops to rape her along the way.
How swimming in [m]y underwear got me a hand job from someone else’s girlfriend [xpost from r/truebigdickstories]
A few months back, I posted a pic of me right after I went swimming in my underwear with a group of friends, and I got some PMs requesting the backstory, but at the time there really wasn’t much of a story; I was out with a group of friends, we ended up at someone’s house who had a pool, and because I didn’t have a swimsuit with me, I ended up swimming in my underwear, which left nothing to the imagination after I got wet. Some crazy stuff happened in the following weeks though, which I thought I’d share here.
The group that I went swimming with was pretty large, and some friends of friends were there that I had started to get to know more lately. This included a couple (lets call them Melissa and Andy). I had probably hung out with them 5-10 times before this, but I had their phone numbers because there were a couple group texts going when we all had tried to plan a camping trip previously. Anyway, we were all pretty tipsy and jumped in the pool, and once my white underwear got soaked, people started glancing and giggling. The ice was broken when Andy exclaimed, “Damn, dude, you got a license for that thing?” and everyone laughed. A few other comments were made, including one from Melissa, which was, “that thing is massive!”. I have to say I was flattered, but at this point I wanted to change the subject. The rest of the night was fun, and at the end we all went our separate ways home.
Risky [MF]
I dragged my small suitcase into the foyer and I hugged my old friend. I was glad to finally be on the ground after a long day and an especially uncomfortable flight. It was late and I was tired. I was in town for a conference and my college buddy Alex had invited me to stay with him and his wife at their place. They lived just a couple states away from me but we rarely visited each other. It was good to see him.
Alex replied, “No problem Rob, we’re happy to have you. Our house is your house. Just excuse the mess”.
I looked around the living area. Alex and Michelle’s house was cozy in a average, suburban sort of way. I glanced to see the mess Alex mentioned – I could smell drywall and see some boards lying on the hallway floor.
“We’ve been wanting to really make something of that room for years, its bad timing that we temporarily don’t have a guestroom just as you’re in town!”
Michelle smiled at me and chimed in.
“The room plans are amazing. It will look so cool next time you visit in another 5 years.”
Ending [M] dry spell with an old [F]friend [long] [cheating]
Disclaimer: I’m using a burner because I have pics on my main that make it easy to dox me. Names will be changed for anonymity’s sake. Also there’s a lot of backstory, so I’ll indicate the sexy bits with ***
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I first met Kate when I was 12 or 13 and she was a year and grade older. Our sisters were put on the same soccer team. At the time I was very much an asshole, as most 13 year olds are, and well, she was kinda pudgy, so I didn’t have much interest in her. She was as sweet as she could be, though. We’d talk during games and such, then one day she gave me a note in the hallway at school and I avoided her like the plague.
Fast forward about 7 years and I’m just getting unpacked into my new barracks room at Fort Polk and I get a Facebook message from her. Nothing special, just saying that she ran into my sister and heard I was in the army and stuff, wished me luck and what not. When I look at her profile she’s got a kid and is engaged to some fat fuck, but good God has puberty done her good. I mull it over for a second, but decide not to respond because there were just too many red flags.