I’ve always loved sucking dick ever since I started. I love knowing how much I can please a man with just my mouth and hands, the sounds he makes and when he can’t stay still, it’s so sexy to me. But the one thing I was never tooo fond of, is deep throating. I’ve always had a sensitive gag reflex and it just wasn’t my thing. But as of recently, I’m becoming absolutely obsessed. I love being on my knees, and my boyfriend grabs my hair and I just start deep throating him as deep as possible. I fucking love how my face gets covered in my own spit, my makeup starts running down my face, my face is beat red, it makes me feel like such a slut. And not to mention, deep throating noises are so so sexy!!! I love the feeling of being so submissive and letting him use my throat because most of the time, I prefer being dominant.I just can’t get enough now, I should’ve gave it a chance way sooner!! I find myself craving him constantly and he definitely never says no!!! LOL.
Panties, sexting and lies [M21/F21][Spanking + exhibitionism]
Evelyn sat in the back row of the lecture hall, dozing off while listening to the droning voice of her history professor. It was the first class of the afternoon and with her belly full of lunch and the room heated to comfortable temperatures, it was hard to stay awake.
A welcome distraction came when her phone buzzed with a message from her boyfriend Adam.
“Dinner at your place tonight?”
“Yes, please. See you tonight.”
Evelyn played with her phone for a bit longer, hoping for another reply. This class was boring and her professor wasn’t one of those handsome younger ones she sometimes fantasized might use a wooden ruler on a naughty girl’s behind when she dozed off in class or texted with her boyfriend.
Luckily Adam replied not much later.
“What are you doing now?”
“I’m in class. History. Boring…”
“What are you wearing?”
“I told you I’m in class.”
“I thought you were bored?”
“What are you wearing in class?”
Evelyn smiled and glimpsed at the students beside her, neither of them would be able to read her texts. They were dozing off themselves.
GF caught me jerking off to her friends. And gave me a helping hand! [MF]
There’s the whole cliche about being caught with cock in hand and it turning into a wild and rampant sex session. I get the appeal of this but it’s something that has always struck me as being purely fantasy. I think most people would find walking in on someone hammering away at themselves awkward at best and outright unpleasant at worst.
I’m this first as it’s important to know that I was in no way TRYING to get caught. This wasn’t a risky jerk and I wasn’t being deliberately unsubtle. I indulge in my ‘me’ time when my GF is either out, or asleep. I’ve never deliberately done it as an act of provocation.
I masturbate. A lot. I have a much higher sex drive than my GF which I have no problem with, mostly distracting myself by jerking my way through every conceivable moment she’s not around. To just about anything. Porn. People I find hot. Even coming on here and reading other people’s far more exciting stories.
I’ve been doing this for years. She knows I masturbate – I’m pretty sure there’s not a female out there who doesn’t assume guys do! – but it’s not something we’ve discussed. She’s just happy I’m keeping myself happy.
Please Help Me Be A Bimbo Slave
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It’s surprising how much I love thinking about myself as a TOTAL SLAVE when all my life I considered myself a feminist. I scoffed at the idea that any woman could truly be turned on by submission, when now I have the new understanding that women are MEANT to be submissive to men. We are literally designed to be filled with hard cocks and even our throats stretch a little more so we can fill them with dick. Gagging on a cock is as much fun for me as it is for you, and I love looking at myself in the mirror when I am choking on a penis because I look at my most beautiful. Bimbos love to see themselves used, sweaty and teary-eyed begging for cock. I know how to beg for cock now and I have also learned how good girls always beg for more. I am begging you for more now if you haven’t gathered that yet. Do you have a large cock for me sir? Mary needs to be reminded of her place again.
My co-worker shared her lunch with me this week [FM]
My colleague and I have a lot of history together. In the (somewhat) short timeframe of four years that we’ve worked together, we’ve done… a lot. We’ve certainly shared more than a few lunches together, that’s for sure. And as you’re reading that, I know that you know that means more than just “lunch”. Don’t worry, I know what sub I’m in.
I actually started writing this story with all the extra added context but realised I was getting carried away and into a much more detailed story. Another time perhaps? There’s certainly a lot of background to detail here but in this instance I kind of just wanted to get this experience written down and out there, because it was incredibly hot.
What I will say is that Ella and myself have *history*. We started out working together and not really getting along. Our relationship developed from this, through to a bit friendly, to a bit flirtatious to crossing a line…. to fucking on multiple desks in the office afterhours. Down the line, things got messy and we didn’t talk to each other for years. Until around November. For now, let’s just say I was the villain in our story and I didn’t think we’d actually see each other again, despite the fact we still both work at the same company. We were doing a great job of avoiding each other.
[FM] I need your suggestions for a naughty dare for a naughty boardgame
My girlfriend and I were gifted a naughty boardgame called „tease and please“. It’s basically a boardgame with a bunch of horny tasks and questions, getting friskier with more progression.
Starts out with a massage or a striptease and usually ends with new sex positions or dares like a 30 second deepthroat etc.
You can find more about this game in one of my previous stories.
Now I need your help: In the beginning both players write down a dare the other has to do (consensual of course) and at the end of the game, the winners one will be done. I want you to know which task I [m] should write on my paper. We’re pretty open minded and usually quite tipsy when playing, so leaving the house is off the table.
Open for your suggestions
Sequestrated (part2) [F28/M28] [DubiousCon, Abduction, Forced oral, Breeding, Creampie, Domination]
First, Olivia had cried for a good hour. Then, she fumed, thrashed around and tried to escape from her restraints until she had no energy left. After that, she screamed in her gag until she started coughing. Finally, she stopped moving, numb and dizzy. She was thirsty and hungry. Both her legs were numb. She fell asleep once again. A warm hand on her cheek woke her up.
-Are we feeling less combative today?
His soft voice made her heart flutter before all the anger came back. She jerked her face away, which made him laugh.
-Oh, Olivia. I’m so happy to see you again. Even with your hair all over the place and half your face hidden, you’re so beautiful.
If she could have, she would have spat on him.
-Here’s the deal, babygirl. I’m going to let you use the shower. Your hands will remain tied, so you’ll have to figure out a way to make it work. Don’t try anything or you’ll lose your bathroom privileges. Am I being clear?
Olivia nodded again.
M32 with married work colleague W40s [MF]
When I started my new job 12 months ago now, I *32M* became friends with a married lady in her late *40s*. I shadowed her for the first week learning the systems and stuff.
From then to now I have a lot to do with her as we’re apart of the same “team”. To paint a picture of her she’s Italian, she’s brunette, olive skin complexion, she’s fit as fuck, has a sexy tummy, about a size 8, big round natural titties and a tight booty.
Anyway, last Friday afternoon our team went out for a couple of drinks to celebrate a few small wins from the past couple of weeks.
She became my drinking buddy on the night and we were both getting pretty tanked and she was telling me all about her marriage, how her and her husband barely talk, barely fuck and when they do fuck he’s selfish and doesn’t care for her getting off, how she’s in need of a good root, etc.
I was shocked she was revealing this to me but fuck I was horny as. We didn’t leave each other’s side the entire night.
nympho/maniac [MM 25+] [d/s] [hatefuck]
Gabriel stared at the collar in his hand. It was beautiful. Black with fine gold lines and a large ring in the front. It was late, and the lighting in the room was dim, yet the gold accents glinted wonderfully. The color and material matched those of his prosthetic hand perfectly. Just looking at it sent his mind reeling with ideas of what he could do with it. The thing had arrived just a couple days ago from the artist he commissioned to make it, but it was far too late. The collar wasn’t made for Gabe himself. He’d wanted to give it to someone else. Someone long gone now.
Gabe sighed deeply and put it next to him on his bed. Such a shame he’d never get to use it like he’d thought. Then again, a thought occurred to him, did it have to go to waste?
Gabe’s curiosity was piqued, now. He got up from his sitting position and turned towards his large mirror that reflected an image of his whole body back at him. He picked up the collar and held it up to his own neck, and his eyes widened slightly. That wasn’t the way he usually saw himself, and the association with submission was foreign to him, but to his surprise, he liked it. Not just that, looking at himself, topless, with the broad collar around his neck, excited him more than it should have. Furthermore, it made him aware just how long it’s been since the last time he shared his bed with someone. Gabe exhaled and stared into his own reflected eyes that shimmered back. He knew he was onto something, and he wanted to investigate just what that was. With that in mind, he closed the collar around his neck and rightened it so the ring was in the front.
Gleeful, he bounded about in his bedroom, picking out one of his many pristine white button-ups that would surely contrast his new accessory wonderfully. He left the two highest buttons of the shirt open and combined it with simple but smart black fabric pants. Black leather shoes and a beige trenchcoat completed the look. Gabe had always had expensive taste. His outfit didn’t look like it, but it was worth several thousand pounds. He loved spending money to look his best. Always immaculate. He could afford it, after all, and he wanted to show off, always.
He left his room and paid his brother in the living room a short visit.
“I’m going out,” Gabe announced.
Valerian, pausing the movie he was watching and looking up at his older brother, choked on his spit.
“Like that?” He coughed, staring at the collar around Gabe’s neck, disturbed.
“Yes, like that. Got a problem?” He challenged.
“No,” Vale was quick to say and looked back at the TV, “not at all. You do you, freedom to all. You coming back tonight?”
“We’ll see,” Gabe shrugged, “Ideally not, no.”
“Good, umm, great. Have fun, I guess?” Vale cringed and shifted around on the couch.
“Thanks,” Gabe chuckled and left the room, pulling the door shut. In the hallway now, he grabbed his keys and headed out. He wanted to visit one of his favorite establishments in downtown London, an odd fusion of bar and club in Soho, frequented by all sorts of queer folks and adventurous people. Whenever he went to the Village, there was no telling how the night would go. He’d had myriads of interesting stories to tell about it, most of them involving copious amounts of alcohol or other substances, and interesting sexual encounters, of course. Gabe had a feeling tonight would extend that list perfectly.
Down in the garage of his apartment complex, he got into his car; a bright green Porsche 911 Carrera Turbo S, and looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
What a sight, he mused, a handsome young man with a collar in a hundred grand car. He couldn’t imagine many things that were more alluring.
[f] my cousin found my reddit
I was on whisper a few days ago and I mentioned my reddit. I responded to a few and one of them was saying he had trouble finding my reddit page well I tried helping him. He then said we are cousins then goes on to say he has always wanted to f*ck me. Not sure how I feel about it… I didn’t want to know which cousin it was keep in mind I’m hispanic and have a million cousins surprised me more then anything finding him there out of all places. I hope he doesn’t see this oops.
I’ll see if I can find the chat again to screenshot.