[M] At work alone

I sit here writing this at my desk in an empty office. All other cubicles are unoccupied. The sign in sheet at security tells me that everyone who has come in today has already left. I’m here at an unusual time too, which gives me confidence that no one else will be coming in.

The production floor looks beautiful as it sits still. I’m starting to feel aroused, to be honest… I could walk straight down there, strip naked and lay on the cold cement floor – feeling it all over my body. What I normally do is pull my pants off and put porn (usually gifs) on fullscreen while I stroke myself until I cum. But today I feel like doing something a little more risky. Maybe risky isn’t the right word, though. I am careful, but I really love the danger of doing it. I only do this kind of stuff when I’m fairly positive I won’t get caught. And today seems like a great day to step it up.

Option 1 is to do something down on the production floor. But the possibility of cameras or security noticing is too much to risk my career over. A walk through the building would be nice, though. Feeling the sense of danger build up…

Guest House [lesbian domination]

Katherine was already 15 minutes late and I knew it was on purpose. Not a power play – Katherine knew she had the power, knew that we knew, and didn’t have to prove it. No, this was about leaving Bec and me alone together in a sullen silence that we would either get used to or get over.
Bec had already been here, nursing her drink, when I arrived at the mostly empty bar. It was early in the afternoon. I would have preferred white wine, but the tension and averted eyes called for bourbon, which I ordered and drank quickly.

Bec looked over my shoulder just as Katherine appeared behind me, her hand brushing my shoulders and coming to rest on the back of my neck as a sort of consolation, while she leaned to kiss Bec’s upturned lips. She didn’t kiss mine. Then she took the third seat at the table. Round table, triangular configuration of women. All geometrically equal and balanced. Not like real life.

I swallowed the rest of my drink and reached for my coat.

College sex outside…the president’s house. (m/f)

Long time lurker, first time poster. Be gentle :)

This is one of my fondest memories of the time with an ex girlfriend of mine, as well as one of the most adventurous! Names omitted to protect privacy.

Backstory: My girlfriend (18) at the time and I (21) had recently started dating. She was 5'6, with a thin and tight body, curly brown hair, and a b cup. I, on the other hand, am 5'9, thin but well muscled, with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and measure 8.5 in for those who are curious. The dynamic was a typical one. I, the older of the two of us, and male, had a fair amount of sexual experience under my belt. She, the younger and a virgin, had no physical experience beyond toys, but was now sexually adventurous and experimental like no one I had ever met, for this I thank the internet. Our sex life was a series of one act of increasing debauchery after another.

Tonight at the Swingers Club

My wife and I have been swingers for 10 years. Before we started swinging we laid out our ground rules and have always stuck to them. Well that is until tonight. Our ground rules were simple. We would always do things together, which has lead to many threesomes and a few times with another couple but we'd never ever do a full swap. The few times we played with another couple it was always girl on girl with the guys watching then each respected husband would bang his wife to finish. That went out the window tonight.

Slutting it up with a bartender (f/m)

A few years ago I had gone out to have some drinks with my friend Maria. I had been to this particular bar several times in the past, and when we got there I recognized the bartender- a guy who had waited on me previously when I was there on a date, and overtly hit on me while I was on the date. Fortunately, the date was actually terrible and the flirtation with the bartender was considerably more interesting than the conversation with the dud I was out with.

But this night out with Maria, I wasn't looking for anything to happen and was kind of surprised when the bartender recognized me, as I figured he was just a Neanderthal who probably hit on every woman who walked in to the place. When he hit on me before, he had made it very clear that bartending was not going to be his permanent gig, and bragged sort of ridiculously about all these major businesses he was starting. Uh-huh. Right.

I had been at work that day so I was wearing a black pencil skirt and a camisole. I had worn a cardigan over it earlier, but took it off when I left the office.

The ti[m]e I fucked my best [f]riend.

Long time lurker, first time poster blah blah blah. I'm on my phone and I'm not the greatest writer so please excuse any mistakes I make. I'll try to format as best as I can.

First some back story.

I've known my best friend Emily for about 4 years now. We met through a mutual friend during my senior year of high school. We hit it off instantly and quickly rushed into a relationship.

Our relationship didn't last long but the break up was mutual and we remained friends. After graduation Emily and I were inseparable. It was a summer full of bon fires, beer and late night cruises with the top off the Jeep(damn I miss that Jeep and that summer.)

Fast forward a few years and now I'm out on my own a few hours from my home town. Student loan debt, rent, bills and all the other fun adult stuff.(yay for the American dream!!)

Now onto the good stuff.

My OKCupid hook-up returns for more (m/f)

Part 1 of the story here

We agreed to meet on Friday but moved it up to Wednesday instead. She needed a massage because her work stress was getting to her and my previous one on Saturday was apparently really good. I was recovering still from the weekend because my dry spell caused my muscles I hadn't used in a while to weep in agony. I asked her if Aunt Flo was still in town and she replied that it was… "Well, backdoor stuff it is then… _~". She laughed and said to go easy because she was still sore (in the good way).

Wednesday night arrives and the massage lasts a full hour and then some. I get all her knots and kinks (double pun intended) as I use my hands to rev up her lusty engines and relax her body. Only clad in her panties, she was wet! Her tampon was working as intended but her juices are dripping out of her soaked cotton undies. My new toys I ordered from Amazon hadn't arrived yet. No, I didn't get the much talked about Lube from Prime Day but it was tempting…

Kinky sex with my (20F) new dom (22M) [Slight BDSM]

This happened a few days ago, as we were laying outside in my hammock. It was the evening, and we were desperate to get away for some alone time. We were out in the open when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips into mine. His beard was digging into the skin around my lips, rubbing it raw and claiming what was rightfully his. His fingers were digging into my cheeks as I turned to press my body into his.

It didn’t matter where we were, or what we were doing, when he wants me, I give him me, and that was to be made clear to me today.

“Now, be a good girl and open your legs.” He commands. His hot breath is on my lips as they are reaching to return to his. I noticed his tone was hard as I pulled away, my eyes widened and were pouring into his, I was internally begging him not to ask this of me. But there was another part of me that wanted it so bad. I snapped my thighs shut and curled into the blankets surrounding us, burying my face in shame. I couldn’t let him do this, not in my hammock where anyone could walk by, where anyone could see.

[MF] [Fantasy] Story I wrote about a space adventurer who has a lot of sex

This is the first story I ever posted. I realize it should be spellchecked and it could use some rewrites, but I want to hear people's opinions. It's basically a bit like Doctor Who but with a lot of sex and violence. I hope to make it into a series, but won't know when I will be updating. I hope you enjoy and please leave a comment to tell me what you think! Atticus Williams.

Prologue

A sub [f] meets her new Dom [m] and breaks in his office desk.

I am naturally submissive and get along best with dominant men, so I snuck "natural sub" into my online dating profile. Within a week, I have 700 messages! Quite a lot of attention, but quite a lot lost.

He sends me a message. I don't notice it. It's innocent, "Love that you play sports and love that you're a sub."

He sends another message a few days later. "You keep coming up in my search results. You should get back to me. I'll allow you an opportunity to prove how submissive you are."

Okay now he's caught my eye. He's cute in his pictures.

Let's meet for lunch.

He says, "I'm not telling you my name. You have to call me sir."

We both work in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the US. We meet at a shopping mall for a short first date over lunch. His pictures don't do him justice. He's not cute; he's hot as fuck. Great conversation over food and then we start to wander the stores.

He tries on pants. "How does my butt look in these?" Pretty damn good sir. We're crammed between two pant racks, and he suddenly spanks my ass. I don't know if I'm more shocked or aroused.