Happy New Year! [F]

Well, I got some positive feedback on my last story, thanks to all of you who took the time to leave a message :) So let me continue where I left off yesterday.

A short recap: I’m Cee, female, 33, bi and from a country in Western Europe ☺️ I’ve had no complaints about my writing but please be kind because English is my 3rd language. I’d describe myself as a big titty goth type but I’m a bit more practical in my wear. I’m discovering who I am and what I like on different aspects of life, but I would like some of the sexual with you guys.

Last time I wrote about a naughty little experiment while wearing nipple clamps and I would like to continue what I started here:

…I stepped back inside and went back upstairs. Every step upstairs felt as surprisingly hot torture. I went directly into my bedroom and grabbed my toybag. I never know what I am going to need but I like to keep my arsenal ready.

Date Night [MF] PART 1

It had been a long few months and we had both been working really hard at work I had been working really hard towards a possible promotion and she has been working with her team implementing new initiatives in multiple corporate branches. I explain all of this to show we have not made much time for each other. 

Well my promotion came through. My wife L  and her team are still really busy and we know that getting me up to speed on my new role will take even more of our time. So we decided to take at least 1 night before things got hectic at work, again. 

I decided to make reservations at our favorite Russian restaurant and booked a hotel room for Saturday. The week went by and by the time Friday night came around we were both itching to get away if only for 1 night. 

During the day Saturday we just went around doing the usual couples things and checked into our hotel. We both took showers and got dressed. I showered and got ready first nothing special a pair of black slacks, purple shirt and black blazer. 

[MF] I (F21) hooked up with my neighbor/roommates crush (M22) 9 days in a row…. Part 3/?

I woke up the next morning and was laying in my bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dylan. He had this grip on my soul. He was past being in control of my mind and my body. I couldn’t think of much I wouldn’t do to be his good girl. I squeezed my legs together and tried to remember his breath on my neck. Instead I got the butterflies he gives me. That knowing that he was fixing to shape and mold me into that perfectly needy mess was ecstatic. My phone buzzed on my night stand. It was Dylan.

He had texted me “I miss you, come over”. I texted him back that I needed a few minutes to get ready. He said “No, the front door is open. Come. Over”. I had been making a point to make it look like I had completely left when I’d go to Dylan’s. Other than my car being in the parking lot, and I always had a fib ready for that. Dylan texted “I want you exactly as you are, now”. I didn’t want to disappoint him. So I snuck out of my quiet, dark and seemingly empty apartment. I just rolled out of my bed and into Dylan’s. I snuggled up next to him in my huge t shirt and panties.

[FM] F18 M52 Whore mode and rough sex with a old one. Still limping this morning…

Yesterday afternoon I was swiping tinder lokced In 45+ modes, and I matched with a random dude with a leather mask in is profil.

This was pretty interesting, so I started talking with I’m and he told me that what he was into destroying young girl like me. (This morning I was limping so I can agree)

We didn’t get to the restaurant or anything, he told me to go to a specific hotel, I took a taxi enter into the lobby took the elevator to the 5 floor and goes infront of room 523.

I ring the bell and he opens the door instantly.

The room smelled super good but super manly.

He was wearing a suit like in James Bond movies.

He told me to get naked and to shut up my whore mouth.

As soon as I’ve been naked, he put a blindfold and handcuff on me.

I was instantly super sensitive, being naked with a stranger without being able to do anything was just so terrifying and exciting at the same time.

I think he lifted me and throw me in the bed (my memories are a blur because this was really intense).

(M22) (F30) (Proposition) Desperate Coworker

While I was in college I worked for my dads company. I filled in wherever I was needed, especially in the summer. I was working in the scheduling department one summer until they got a backfill for the position. When they finally hired someone they brought her around to my desk to introduce her. Holy shit, she was hot. Her name was Val, she was about 5’10 and around 30 years old. She was well dressed and wearing an appropriate length skirt for the office but it still showed off a lot of her legs. She had a desk but I told her I would train her for a few weeks at mine.

The following Monday Val found me, pulled up a chair and sort of snuggled in. She seemed to have a nice personality and did not appear to be shy. She had the vibe that she was slightly rough around the edges.

After letting her work on a task by herself, she became frustrated when she messed up a couple of times and let out a “Oh Fuck Me !!” Her face turned as pale as I had ever seen. She was already intimidated that I was the owner’s son. She started apologizing. I laughed and said “Don’t worry about what you say around me, but I wouldn’t let anybody else hear you.” That seemed to loosen her up and after that she wasn’t as nervous.

The taxi ride

We took a taxi from the small harbour on the beautiful Greek island of Paxos. We had heard about a restaurant and bar on the west coast, where every evening, people gathered to watch the sunset, drink cocktails and listen to some great music. After half an hour bumping along winding roads through the hills, we arrived at our destination just as the bar was starting to get busy. We arranged for the driver to collect us later and found a large table near the cliff edge with stunning views of the sea far below.

A group of young guys were sitting at the other end of the table and as the bar filled up we all shuffled up to make room and we started to chat to our neighbours. By the time that the sun had slipped down over the horizon and into the sea, the music was turned up loud and we had been on the cocktails for over an hour. I (F, 35 at the time) was feeling very woozy and flirting outrageously with everyone. The two boys near me were very funny, good looking and giving me their full attention and I was having a great time. I was wearing a white mini dress with a deep v neckline and no bra, and I could see their eyes drifting down to my chest when I realised one of my nipples had slipped out. I have tiny boobs but quite prominent nipples and this happens to me quite often as I don’t wear bras unless I have to. Laughing loudly, I adjusted my dress and called to our lovely Greek waitress for another round of drinks.

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The Tutor, Part Eleven [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART ELEVEN**

As I reviewed the first few problems with Annabelle, I had to make a conscious effort not to accidentally check her out. Whenever she leaned over to get a closer look at something on the page, it resulted in her cleavage being painfully obvious in my peripherals. Her bare thighs were also on display the entire time, and it was impossible to ignore the fact that she was half dressed when I was stuck looking at the completed packet in front of us.

Just a few more minutes.

This was supposed to be a 90 minute session, and I had already been here for nearly two hours. Because I was being paid so much, I decided earlier that it wasn’t fair to count the time it took to pull around to the back of the house, or the introductions with Trixie and the redhead that was way too comfortable in her own space. Instead, I noted the time when Annabelle and I actually started talking mathematics and used that as the official start to our session.

[M4F] Anonymous pee at a rest stop (F32, M53) [no touch; cum tribute]

A loooong time ago, on a road trip with my parents, I went into a stall in a rest-stop men’s room. There was literally a cinder block missing in the wall separating my stall from one in the women’s room. I got to see a woman’s pussy for the first time as she got up and wiped herself after peeing, oblivious to my gaze. This may have twisted me for life! Anyway, here’s my fantasy for today.
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You (F32) and I (M53) would meet online, and after some searching we’d find reports of a truck stop or rest area where one women’s stall could be visible from an adjacent men’s stall.

Some very busy travel day during the spring, we’d both go to this place at the same time—but,not having exchanged pictures, we wouldn’t recognize each other. We would both arrive having to pee pretty badly. You would enter the building first, heading straight to the women’s room to wait for that one stall.

[M45] The best start

It’s 7am and I’m still in bed, we don’t talk anymore, but I still take moments of pleasure in recalling how we were.

The thought of seeing you again thrills me. Our time together was as unpredictable as you were, the spontaneity is what attracted me to you in the first place.

In the thin veil between waking and sleep everything seems possible.

Breathing deeply, hands resting in the space between my groin and navel I focus on the feelings permeating my body. Acknowledging thoughts but not trying to remove them.

Scenarios we fantasised over but never did.

“I just want you to look at me down there”

I’d never heard a woman say that before. The image of you leant forward against the door of my flat palms pressed, legs apart slightly, dress hitched. Sunlight catching the wetness between your thighs, the glistening.

The night out, when despite not seeing each other for an age we still ended up with our fingers inside and around each other.

“Fuck me, I want to walk home with your cum dripping down my leg”

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the girl [f] in my neighborhood

In one of my previous stories I mentioned a neighbor girl that grew up with me. We lived in the same neighborhood til basicly our adulthood. She was always the girl of my fantasies, my desires, and especially my teenage masturbations. She still pops up on my mind still to this day, sometimes in a dream or I’ll see a random selfie on social media. It always rekindles the desires I once had…

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