The mind of a single [M] pervy, swinger, kinky, adhd, sex addict.

"My mind is in a tunnel state. Ever so slightly nausious, my body feels like Im hovering. Focused but unable to redirect my thoughts… Im enthraled in all things pervy, kinky, and sexy."

So Im staying with a friend for a couple days and get a 5am wake up text. "Wtf, girl?" "I was horny" so I stroll back to the bedroom… "you could have just sat on my face, pretty sure I was dreaming along those lines anyway"… and I go to town. We get ready for the day and go off to live life. My mind keeps wandering. Every time Im anxious or frustrated I suck a lip or finger. The sweet lingering taste of her pussy. Then my mind jumps to how half ass the morning was. I knew she wanted choked, pounded, treated like a whore.

Almost anything takes my mind to the wondful kink Ive gotten a taste for… a drug, a fog. When you get so freaky, single becomes a bigger predicament. Feeling like a hormonal virgin teen… sure, I could get laid, It no longer cuts it… I need excitement. I need something new, I have to keep moving forward. Vanilla dosn't cut it. Once in a while dosnt cut it. Monogamy dosnt cut it. This is my drug… I need it and I may need help.

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I have to find this story!

Sorry for errors I’m on mobile.

Probably 2-4 years back on Literotica this story came up, pretty sure it was titled “the girl”. Follows a guy and his “custom made” woman, literally built by a lab specifically to his specifications. Story follows the guy (I wanna say John) and his lady as this huge thing goes down with girl having psychic powers and a whole bunch of other stuff. I can’t for the life of me find it due to my lack of an actual pc. Please someone help! I’ve been searching for years.

Self [MF][Domination][Abuse][Black Swan level weird]

There was a time I'd laughingly used you to free the monster in me–to soothe the anger, fear and doubt. Then I'd unleash it, let it run over your body and over the hills of your curves like wild territory only to wake up the next day to find you covered in bruises and marks. Indentations that told the story of teeth and nails and toys and tools. A tapestry, in growing order, of what I had done to you the night before when I had lost my mind and allowed the beast to take control.

Why did you allow it? Love for me? Adoration? Pleasure enough wasn't worth it, I know, not for the things I've done to you. The beautiful, lovely creature that I've draped over my shoulder and dragged into the darkness. The only woman that I could look in the eyes the next day and say that I truly loved. The one I'd allow the weakness and intimacy of pushing my face into her skin and letting her stroke my hair before I tried to kiss and soothe the pain away.

Over time we've become something else. You've made me less of a monster and more of a man. Read more »

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[MF]An erotic story of foreplay that I texted to a new friend.

I want to plant my mouth firmly on top of your soaked pussy and aggressively lick your sweet spot as I slide my fingers into you and begin stroking upwards right on your g spot. I apply a firm pressure upwards as my mouth continues to work on your clit. My free hand roams around your body first grabbing your ass hard before trailing up your rib cage. My hand moves over your collar bone to your neck where I firmly grasp you only slightly restricting your breathing. My fingers quicken their pace sliding just a bit deeper into you and stroking the upper wall. I start with one finger and quickly add the second one when you are warmed up. My fingers work to stretch you a bit wider. You begin to feel that slight pleasure that's not quite pain. My hand tightens it's grip around your neck the closer you get to cumming.

I move my mouth off of your clit to get better leverage and to finally suck on your nipples. I suck them hard and pull them away from your body. Just as they start to slip out of my mouth I bite down hard trapping them between my teeth. Read more »

[m+f] [straight] Losing my virginity at graduation.

This was a few years back, 3-4. First post too- this is a throwaway account too so yeahi might stay logged in for a few days.

Year 12 graduation, the end of 13 years of hard work. I had been in the smart class for most of my subjects but I wasn't a tryhard like some of my classmates who were asocial. There was always this girl called Olivia who I fancied for a while. She was hot and smart, a nice girl. We were unofficially dating on and off during high school, and I knew she was right for me. You can imagine my reaction when I found out she was even possibly going to the same uni as me! So after the offical school graduation ceremony where the real fun was not meant for (don't get me wrong, it was still fun) we had all organised an unofficial one a few weeks later. Not everyone attended as our year 12 was quite big (110ish people) but we rented out this party place for the night. There we released our inner partiers (lol) and the night was basically drinking, light smoking and dirty games. Things wrapped up at around 12:30 that night after going 5-6 hours strong, and I'd spent most of the night with Olivia. After we were getting ready to leave, Olivia stepped outside for a cigarette and I followed. As we were smoking I noticed how good she looked. She was wearing a short top that showed off her thighs and she wore these denim shirt shorts. After we were done, she said that she wanted to spend the night with me to tell me how she felt. I planned on asking the same thing while we were smoking but I got caught up in her looks. Read more »

Corruption of a female monk part 2 of 2 – “Impossible made possible” (MF)

Our lucidity returned and we realised we were not alone. From behind the shelves at the bottom of the steps we heard others arriving to ascend the steps. We were not un-discoverable and a keen eye could see us from the street. Perhaps they already had?

I grabbed her arm and we rushed onto a nearby dirt track that ran behind a row of thatch roofed shops selling trinkets and cans of coke. After 15 metres the track spilt in two and we took the path headed up the hill into the dry and dusty wood that covered the site. After 50 metres we came across an out house that accompanied a water tank. Only the hum from the generator told us that the place was still used. We were alone. Read more »

Corruption of a female monk part 1 of 2 – “The impossible fuck” (MF)

Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. The slave-wife is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.

Buddhism is a little more enlightened towards women than most ancient religions and becoming a monk is a fairly egalitarian thing. There are male and female monks and each are subject to strict moral, ethical and spiritual observances. There are a lot more rules for female monks, though, so the fantasy that I kept coming back to – sexually corrupting a female monk – was about the least likely fantasy out there; to take a woman who has had her sexuality almost trained out of her and, firstly, get close enough to build some kind of chemistry and then, secondly, transform that potential energy into a sexual encounter with a virgin who had devoted her life to ignoring the pleasure of the flesh. It was as close to impossible as I could get. Read more »

(M/F) The corruption of a Bhikkhuni (a female monk)

Note: My first post and a long read. Hope you enjoy.

I'd spent several months touring Southeast Asia and had become fascinated by female monks. Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. Here's the wiki definition: The slave-wife (or “maid-wife”) is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion. Read more »

Unwilling – An aspiring writers take on rape in a fantasy setting.

Crager grabbed Melody by the hips and pulled her close to him. She tried to push a way but, he grabbed her. “Your body is mine!” he yelled as he pulled at her bodice ripping the fabric. Her breasts spilled fourth showing her small pink nipples and large milky bosom. He groped her exposed chest and his cock grew harder. Crager then pulled the hairnet hold Melody’s long auburn hair and it cascaded down her back.

Crager lusted after long hair. The more she struggled the more aroused he became. He forced his tongue into her mouth. She tried to bite down and he choked her with his gauntlet-ed hand. She relented and let his slimy tongue wriggle in her mouth. He lifted her by her throat and forced Melody upon his massive canopy bed. His servants sprang into action tying her legs and arms to the bedposts. “Be gone!” bellowed Crager and he undid his tunic and then his pants. His servant scurried form the chamber as he ripped the bound woman’s under clothing off. “Oh Melody we will be making sweet music, your screams of agony or pleasure will only add to the choir” Crager said as he thrust his now throbbing member into her unwilling slit. Read more »

27 [M] Vent and thoughts

I've experienced, and done things that most people twice my age in my area havn't, or even thought of. New and exciting adventures in the bedroom (or out) and discovering the bodys and sexual tastes and differences of new partners has long been my drug of favor. With my exterior, public self not reflecting my sexual prowess and getting the feeling of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel… It leaves me wondering… should I have held back on the new and strange to expeirence more later? Should I leave the place of my roots and vanilla tastes for a more sexually liberal location? Should I chase this part of my personality that seems to overwhelm the rest of me?

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