Wore her clothes
There was a woman I used to meet semi-regularly for highly scripted sessions that I would dream up. These would always occur in a hotel during travel, sometimes with adjoining rooms with full access during the night, sometimes not so lucky.
This particular time she would already be checked in. I would always dream up some sort of means for her to communicate the room number. Might be a simple piece of wadded up paper with the room number 7 digits higher found under the rear tire of her rental car. Or one lobby had books in it, and I told her to leave a copy of the room key between numbered pages of a certain book. Of course I had a backup to find her if it didn’t work out, but it added to the tension.
On this particular afternoon I told her that I wanted her naked in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, legs spread slapping her cunt when I walked in. I was specific about leaving the bathroom door slightly ajar so I could peep through the hinge line.
(M)y morning (F)un
I know this style of life might not be for everybody. I have close friendships with a lot of other pervs, and we often share experiences (and each other). I was inspired by another awesome user to post a little bit about how I live. Hope some of you enjoy!
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Today started out pretty lame; I really really didn’t want to wake up. I had a long night doing absolutely nothing fun and all I wanted was to sleep in. My bad ass wife (also a perv, more on that another time) was having a lot of trouble with things and I had to run a million errands to help her out, starting at 7am. I got back home about 10am, and my phone starting blowing up while I was in the shower. I leaned out to look eventually and saw it was the front door calling (we live in a condo in the city, but also have a house that I sometimes rent out, again, more stories there later).
(BisexualMale) First time swallowing
I’ve been out for ten years and sucking cock for 15. Never have I ever swallowed.
I met this dude on Grindr and he asked and idk y I said yes but I did. Well I swallowed about half and furtively spit the other half out.
Shit is nasty. The texture is like that thick spit you get when your mouth is dry.
Doubt I’ll be doing that again. I really just wanted fucked but he did not want to. Selfish if u ask me.
I squeezed a bunch of toothpaste in my mouth and now am chewing 3 sticks of gum. Blech.
On Dealing With Over-Eager Students [Fff][prof/student][Fdom][hypno]
I originally wrote this for a female redditor and her female redditor FWB, but here I’ve replaced their usernames with “Tris” and “Winsome”.
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“What’s that, my darling Tris? Oh, you want permission to cum all over Winsome’s naughty tongue? Oh no…no, no, not yet Tris. I didn’t keep you two after class just to let your disobedient cunt do what it wants again. You know what I caught you two doing…” Her tone becomes soft, breathy, and mockingly sing-song towards the end.
You hear your professor getting closer as she speaks. Your eyes are long-closed against the wash of sensations, so the feeling of her nipples bouncing against yours comes as a surprise. Bairns’s hands slip down along your hips to grip your ass, full breasts pushing against your own. You hear yourself gasp, followed by soft chuckles as lips brush your neck, then lift to your ear to whisper.
“Mmmm…oh Winsome’s doing such a good job, isn’t she? This ass, the one I’ve wanted to spank sooo many times…oh, it’s wriggling around quite out of control. You just…can’t…help…it. Can’t help trying to feed her that poor…”
I cucked my husband with… A hobo [F/M]
Let me start off by saying my husbands and my sexy drives are through the roof. We’re mostly into the cuck scene. And we film a lot of our… Ah… Activities. I’ve done bull breeding and the occasional gangbang. I regularly have sex with his poker friends and he films. Needless to say… Very little poker is actually played.
So last year’s anniversary- we had gone to a club and you know had few drinks and dancing. Nothing crazy. Not even buzzed.
When we were walking back to our car we see this homeless guy sitting with his sign and empty bottles. Then my husband had this grin on his face and starts asking me how the ultimate cuck thing to is service the poor guy in front of him. And let me tell you, the hobo smelled to high heaven. And I was repulsed and at the same time… I’m fucking dripping lol. So I make a joke about how the poor guy probably hasn’t gotten laid in years.
So hubby scopes out the place and talks to the guy making sure no one else is there, and the guy isn’t a maniac who’d pull a blade on us.
[f/m/f] I (f) hooked up with a friend(m) and his girlfriend while my boyfirend was in the other room and am still thinking about it
*This story is entirely true, except the timeline is skewd and details are taken out to make it more vague for obvious reasons. Also, I am a drinker so sue me, I cant always remember exactly what we said to each other so I made it a little bit up, but the level of flirtaciousness and banter was same. I cheated so if you arent into that sort of thing look away. Also have never posted on reddit before so no idea how the formatting works.
A new fetish (FF)
I was spending time with my female friend and we were sitting in her bed under the covers with the AC on blast. She happens to be lactating and breastfeeds often. I was curious and she let me taste her milk. I sucked on her breasts and was surprised at how pleasant and subtle the taste was. I was also surprised to see that we were both getting turned on. We started touching gently, which led to fingering. We went down on each other and I went back to nursing from her, which got me so wet. As weird as it is, I think I have a new fetish.
I can answer any questions in the comments.
An Evening With the Baker’s Dozen [orgy][poly][bdsm]
Wanting [Str8 MF Cunnilingus]
We reach her door at half-past midnight after a slow and meandering walk through the park’s dappled darkness, up and down streets that led nowhere in particular. Nowhere but here. Side-by-side, talking and giggling, bumping into one another, teasing and shooting knowing glances. All the while, I’d watched the scattered moonlight stroke the edge of her jaw, the long curve of her neck, and I burned with jealousy.
But now we’re here. It drizzled tonight, leaving patches of cold wetness on the street and a glistening sheen on the gray stone of her stairwell. The spring wind rises and flutters in her hair, making the ends dance along her shoulder. She looks up at me with eyes like glaciers at sunrise, and I smile queerly. She bites her too-full lip, glances shyly to the side, and says, “So…”
It’s a question and an announcement. A deflection of what we’re both probably thinking and feeling. Caught in the sudden gust of uncertainty, she sways gently to the side.
“So,” I echo.
“This is me,” she adds near whisper, glancing over her shoulder at the door as if that weren’t obvious.