My Last Summer at Home (FFM, mild domination)

During high school I lived in a small town in the mid-west where nothing ever happens. We had a drive-in movie that had just reopened, a bowling alley, a pizza joint, a supermarket, and two gas stations. The summer before I left for Iowa State University, I worked in our town's supermarket so I had some spending money in the fall. When I wasn't working, I just read books or surfed the web. On the cool summer nights, I cruised the quiet streets our little town with my best friend Jill. She was always there for me through good times or bad, and we sure had fun that summer before going off to the big world.

Jill and I operated the checkouts at the supermarket and we would always tease our boss Rickey, just to make the days more interesting. Rickey was a year younger than us, but he was the owners son, so he was our manager. He was cute and easy to embarrass, so we cut him a break and followed his rules most of the time. Rickey was shorter than us and probably 120 lbs. soaking wet, so he wasn't hard to intimidate. We liked to think we were so worldly, particularly in our little short blue uniforms. Rickey's dad had let us pick them out from a uniform catalog, and we chose the shortest ones they sold just to tease Rickey.

My first time at the Black Party in New York

“Bend over a bit more . . . Yeah that’s it. You like this? My buddy is gonna join us now. That OK?”

Therein starts the threeway, and there I stand. My jaw drops as two six-foot-tall, three-foot-wide daddies in jeans and big black boots both thrust their way into the inviting back end of their third. This all takes place in the corner of a dimly lit room, deep inside the sweaty sex-maze that is The Black Party, America’s largest fetish bash.

The bottom remains bent over after the daddies leave, while an endless queue of guys hungrily line up to fuck him. Sometimes raw, sometimes protected; always with permission.

I experienced the final Black Party at the Roseland Ballroom in 2014. The floors, hallways, rooms, corners, stages and surfaces will never be replicated, as the theatre was a majestic and haunting place. The ballroom is now a pile of rubble, and this year, the party moves to a 3,500-person-capacity warehouse in Brooklyn, where even more sinning will take place.

Losing my virginity as a christian camp counselor [F/m]

I’ve been a long time lurker here and have always considered this sub one of my favorite guilty pleasures—a pleasure that neither my family or fiancé would find appropriate or appreciate. I’m too embarrassed and fearful of judgment to buy and own books, and watching rather than reading tends to be a bit much for me so the internet and sites like literotica help to quench my thirsty imagination though I do have to sift through a lot.

I don’t really have many stories of my own to add to the archive, let alone anything remotely like most things on here, but I’m getting married in less than a month and the closer it gets to the date the more I look back and dwell on what little experience I do have.

I’ve only been with two men, my fiancé and the man I lost my virginity to. Recently, every time we discuss the upcoming nuptials and especially the honeymoon, it seems like the knowledge of my one previous experience has somehow become a point of contention. And honestly, the fact that it’s being discussed so much has me thinking about it more than I think is healthy.

My [f]etishes and how I discovered them because of my BF [m] and a friend [m]

First time posting on Reddit so please forgive anything I do wrong, and for the long post. I've been searching around trying to find out a proper name for this thing I've been feeling and I think it's part Cuckolding and Exhibitionist, but I'm not really sure?

To start off I'm 20, a girl, and in college with my bf of 8 months. A few months ago my bf got drunk and made out with my best friend at a party. He immediately came to me the next day and told me he regretted it and wished it never happened. I was so angry at the both of them, but mainly him because everyone knew my best friend always had a crush on him. We barely spoke for a week, but eventually made up. During the week we didn't really talk, I caught one of my guy friends (who my bf doesn't like) peeking through my window as I was changing. He's my neighbor in the next apartment and we were going swimming in the pool that day. He waited outside as I changed into my bikini, and I honestly forgot to shut my blinds. I immediately noticed him looking inside and trying to not be obvious, but it totally was, before I even began to undress.

Isabella: A Fantasy [fM]

“Blood, sex, and death.” The holy trinity of every Gothic horror novel, according to Mr. Fitzgerald. He was the high school literature teacher I hopelessly crushed on, and I couldn’t help but notice his eyes lingering on me when he said that second word.

I was a senior back then, about to graduate. The spring when my classmates were perpetually tuned out during class, with only the summer ahead and college on their minds. But I still had unfinished business here, and this day in May he wore a light blue button-up and chinos just snug enough to drive my imagination wild. When he perched on the edge of his desk reading from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I let my eyes wander up and down his body, picturing his skin on mine. By then I’d dreamt up this sultry side to him, one he hid away at work, but which made him all the more irresistible . . .

He was the new cute teacher this year, fresh out of college, the one the girls whispered about between classes. For a while, I tried to pretend I wasn’t one of them – after all, how cliched is it to have the same crush as everyone else? Yet his charm was undeniable. Intimidating, even. And by God, who else could make the classics so sexy?

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.21: Kerina Goes Shopping [fM][huml]

Kerina finished dressing, her hair brushed out, wearing jeans, bra, a nice blouse and shoes (she still didn't know what had happened to her panties, she would probably just buy some more today.) Kerina looked at her class schedule and was pleased to see that she still had 30 minutes till her next class started.

She thought she might go for a walk and get a coffee and just relax before her first class for the day. As Kerina reached the door she spied the envelope under her door. She reached down and picked it up. It had her name printed on the front. A little worried, she opened it and read the short message. Turning it over just to make sure, she looked back at the short message:

Please see the Dean. ASAP.

Kerina folded the note and tucked it into her jeans pocket. Feeling a little uncertainty, Kerina opened the door and walked out, still looking forward to a coffee and a bit of a walk. Locking the door behind her, Kerina walked down the hall and started down the stairs.

As she turned the corner on the landing, a person fell into step behind her.

Kerina’s College Humiliation, Ch.20: A Good Day [f][huml]

The Dean of the university walked into his office and sat down, dropping his briefcase in its regular spot on the floor. He shrugged off his coat and sat down, ready to meet all the challenges the day had to offer. The first, it seemed, was a large yellow envelope sitting on his desk. It was ripe with possibilities.

He opened it and examined the contents for a few moments, eye brows raised. In a few moments he pushed the contents back in the envelope and reached for his phone.

"Hi, Kelly, I need you to get someone to come and see me. Quickly would be appreciated." He never liked Pat, today was going to be a good day.


Jenna sat at her table in her parents' house reading the morning paper. She was thin and pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. Wearing her thin robe, she sipped a cup of coffee. She was surprised when she heard her mum answer the door and Peter, her boyfriend's friend, was shown in. Jenna smiled a little uncertainly, her hand pulling the front of the robe closed.

My [F]avorite and [F]irst Ho[m]ecoming Dance

I posted earlier with a different story about Polly and I (under a different username…don't ask)…But this story is a couple months later with two different girls. Be warned this is going to be long.

I was a junior in high school and had never attended a school dance. Not that I thought I was too cool or any of that, I just didn't really have all that much of an interest the first two years. I was always working or hanging with friends. One year I was invited by this girl I had been flirting with for a while, Jennifer.

Jennifer was rather tall, tan, light brown hair down to her middle back, South African with a slight accent and stunningly gorgeous set of blue/green eyes. She had long shapely legs that caused me to almost turn to putty when she was around and lastly her boobs. Eeeh Gods they were perfect!

Needless to say, I had a rather large crush on her. She went to our rival high school and was a swimmer there. We met when we were young through our parents and were never really all that close until we ran into each other a few weeks before homecoming season when her family came over to mine for dinner and we reconnected.

Funny Sexytime Altercation with the Boyfriend

In the middle of sex with me on top: He moans. I (being a tease) slow down and ask "what?" Hoping he'll moan again. He grabs my waist and tries to take the lead, saying "keep going." I continue teasing by going even slower, giggling as I ask "what?" again. Out of revenge and frustration, he playfully slaps my tit, sending me into an unexpected orgasm. He cracks the fuck up; I'm dumbfounded and have to sit there in stillness to recover and catch my breath (even though he wanted me to keep going and I wanted to obey). As we go on there's more slaps here and there and by the end anytime his hand gets near one of my tits I'm cringing (half in pleasure, half in fear) and laughing and screaming "don't touch me!"

TL;DR: Being too much of a tease got me slapped in the tit and…I CAME

Edit: words and punctuation

I had the most intense and incredible sex of my life last night; and my first orgasm. [F21, M24]

Going to preface this with the usual ‘obviously using a throwaway for this…’ but I just had to share this.

I recently reacquainted myself with an old friend, Michael, after I found him on Facebook – we had mutual friends in the past and had met a few times. After normal chit chat our conversation gradually became more flirty and intense. Dirty messages and pictures had made up the bulk of our conversations over the last few weeks but we hadn’t actually spoken about meeting up. He messaged me yesterday morning: “What are you doing tonight? Let’s go out for dinner. I really want to see you.”

I had told Michael when we’d started our dirtier conversations that I’d never actually had an orgasm before, and of course this led to a very detailed account on his behalf as to what he’d like to do with me. The point hadn’t really come up between us again but it was something that was always on my mind – I just never seemed to be able to go that little bit further and really let myself go.