Silk Panties for You [F],[exh],[voy],[mast]

I do this all for you.

In front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I slowly unbutton my silk blouse, revealing a pretty white bra edged with pink lace. It has a little pink bow in the center, nestled between my large breasts.

I softly caress the tops of my tits, then unzip my skirt, kicking it to one side. My panties match the bra, with the ribbon in front. I'm wearing thigh-high stockings, again with pink ribbons.

I reach behind me and unfasten the bra. My breasts are free, and I admire them in the mirror, with their perky, dark nipples. I slip out of the panties just as the rotating fan swings past me. The breeze feels good on my bare pussy. Read more »

First time visiting a hooker

For as long as I can remember I've been a boob guy. The bigger the better, always. I would wank myself to whatever pair of boobs I found on the internet or in magazines when I was a teenager. I lost my virginity at 18 to a girl called Katie who had lovely D cups with large pale areolas. The sex was fantastic at the time. In hindsight, not so great. For years afterwards I would picture those marvellous breasts swinging in my face as she bounced on top of me. It was around 5 years until I got a feel of anything bigger than a C cup and it came courtesy of a hooker.

I'd had a couple of girlfriends in the years after Katie, and a couple of one-night stands. They were all smaller in the chest department unfortunately, but I would take whatever I could at that age. By 22 it was really starting to bug me. My mates didn't know I was a tit lover because I didn't want them to think I was staring at every girls chest. I kept my desires to myself. Read more »

Sultana [r]

Throughout this exercise, all sorts of thoughts and feelings will arise. Let them come and go, and keep your attention on the exercise. If you realise that your attention has wondered, briefly note what distracted you, then bring your attention back to the sultana.

Take hold of the sultana.

First look at it as if you’re a curious scientist who has never seen such a thing before. Notice the shape, the colour, the different shades of colour, the parts where light bounces off the surface, the contours, the pit where the stalk was attached.

Notice the weight of it in your hand and the feel of the skin against your fingers: its texture and temperature.

Raise it to your nose and smell it. Notice the aroma.

Raise it to your mouth and pause for a moment before biting into it. Bring your attention to what is happening inside your mouth: notice the salivation around your tongue and the urge to bite into it.

Now slowly bite it in half, noticing your teeth breaking through the skin and sinking into the flesh and the sound that makes, and the sensation of sweetness on your tongue. Read more »

The Ti[m]e I had an orgasm right in middle of lecture

So a few months ago I submitted a contribution to this sub about me jacking it in an empty lecture room. My next contribution will talk about how I had an orgasm in the middle of Calculus.

So this was Intro Calculus. It was a brutal class. It was 8am Mondays and Wednesdays – one of the worst times to have a class like Calc. But whatevs, I had to take it. Not only that, at the time it was dead in the middle of winter. We're talking February where the sun would rise right when class began and the temp would sink down to -20c. Obviously, when it's this cold, I wore long johns.

I'd always try and get to class a bit early to get a seat in the front row, off to the right side of the class. The way the class was layed out, it ended up being closest to the board.

We had a female prof. She was really nice. Really enthusiastic about explaining things in detail and taking advantage of the three hour class to get us to actually appreciate the class. By the way, I still have nightmares about The Chain Rule and L'hopital's rule. Read more »

Stranger at the club [F/M]

This is my first shot at writing one of my past experiences and trying to make it interesting. Opinions VERY welcome! I wrote this originally for a different outlet, so for the record, she = me…

Inhale…

She closed her eyes, the hot water flooding and holding her body down, forcing a wave of relaxation on her. She felt the light trace of an intimate sensation move along her chest, around her areola, over her very erect nipple, down her defined abs, as if following a path. Lower. Her body tensed, the sensation traveled down her freshly shaved mound. Slowing as right before her fingertip made contact.

She saw him, the stranger. Finally, after hours of trying to remember who forced his pleasure into her on the dance floor, she now could see him. Through all the flashing lights, the fog, and through the haze of her aroused state of mind, she saw him.

Exhale… Read more »

Relieving 4 years of sexual tension (M/F) (long)

Lot’s of relevant back story. You can skip to the bold section if you want.

Four years ago, I started college and moved into an on campus apartment. My apartment soon became the one where everyone hung out and we were all drinking one night when Thomas walked in. I was drawn to him the first time I saw him. He's 6'4 with light brown hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. Completely my type. At the time, I was kinda chubby with bleach blonde hair and an inappropriate amount of cleavage. We officially met and started chatting and drinking. We were having a nice conversation and decided to ditch the party to go to his apartment upstairs, where we proceeded to talk all night long. We just clicked. Read more »

[F/M] Vanilla in Manilla- A Study Abroad in Spain

I can’t believe I flew halfway around the world to just fuck a guy who had always lived 30 mins down the street from me. 

As a Spanish speaking lady, I always thought I would have a good chance at some random hookups while studying in Madrid for the summer. I never thought I’d end up being seduced by the Army cadet from the military academy in my hometown in South Carolina. And the way he pulled it off was just too cool. We had been in Madrid for two months at this point and on one of our weekends, the dormitory was completely deserted.

We went out in a small group of three people, Myself, my friend Gigi, and Blake. He could not be more out of place in the city. Apparently he had studied Russian for two years before having the plug pulled on his study abroad because of the whole “Invasion of Crimea” thing. Regardless, this guy was and is to this day one of the most upstanding individuals I’ve ever fucked. Read more »

Are you waiting a day before you proofread?

I'm sort of successful– ranging from high 3 to low four figures per month, but while out shopping and holding my phone I thought to share a pitfall I've hit a few times. I self-edit a lot of shorter stories. Many of us do. But if you do, you want to do the following:

  • Wait at least one day before proofing it the final time before you go to press
  • When you proof it, put it in something that is displaying the text in a different font/size format

Why? Because humans have a bad habit of filling in data. If you proof a paragraph an hour after you wrote it, you're likely to find yourself skipping over it and filling in stuff that you know should be there. Bad things happen when you do that. Bad reviews. Equally, by changing the font/size of the type, you shake your hind brain out of the "I've seen that before" rut. It helps you give it a fresh new look.
I know that getting stuff out, getting stuff out fast is vital to making money, but there's nothing more disheartening then getting a bad review that points out a bunch of mistakes that you should have and could have caught if only you'd waited a day for the final proof read.

The Auction [F],[exh],[mast]

"Sold!" yelled the auctioneer.

Amid a spattering of applause, the naked girl hurriedly scooped up her clothes and scampered past us through the curtains and off the stage, giving me a shy grin as she went by. The young man ahead of me was next, and he sauntered out into the spotlight. There were a few wolf-whistles, and the auctioneer began his patter, "Ok folks, here's Paul, he's 23, and six one. This one is ladies-only, so wants him all to herself for the next twenty-four hours?" Read more »

[True Meta] Can we please stop with the “can we please stop” posts?

Can we please stop with the "can we please stop" posts? I don't care about what you care about! I'm a narcissist and only care about myself. It's only ok to make these types of posts when I don't like something and have to complain about something.

Before you literal wankers get your proverbial (and possibly literal) panties in a bunch, I'm joshing around. I don't care if you post a "can we please stop" post. I just enjoyed writing this post. So I apologize for have wasting your time reading this since this post might as well say "i have nothing to say".

Peace love and booze!