I was on a date and my date had this fantasy where we would get naughty in front of his friends house but obviously he wouldn’t know, well we had been making out and kissing and teasing each other in the car it was an suv decent enough for a girl to ride. My date took me to his house where he tied my hands with his tie as he fucked my throat laughing as I started to gag a little, he said I know you like it rough and I know you love being a tease. He knew how kinky and open minded I was so he said why don’t you ride me in front of my friends house in the car we drove up to his house on the way there I was rubbing and teasing his big cock.
[F(playing M)4F] The Burden of Fame in a World Unlike Our Own (character/story driven, romance, breastfeeding, size play)
Firstly, to clarify, I am a woman but for this story I am only interested in playing the male role. I am open to male partners but only those willing to play female characters. This is a story that I created with one of my favorite roleplay partners who is now unfortunately among the [deleted]. If you’re out there and are reading this I would love to continue. Otherwise, I’m open to anyone interested.
This is an idea that is a combination and culmination of many of my previous prompts and interests. The premise may be quite silly on the surface, I admit that, but that playful absurdity combined with deep, well developed characters is part of what I love most about roleplaying.
The story is set in a modern world very much like our own except with one key difference. The spectrum of size for men’s and women’s endowments (male genitalia and women’s breasts) far surpasses anything which is considered normally achievable here. (I could go on about exact sizes but I’m open to discussing that with you to find something enjoyable for us both.) Not only that but that aspect of exaggerated sizes is at the crux of their society. Those sizes are not only the central aspect of their concept of beauty but carry enormous cultural, social, even spiritual significance.
Craigslist Success: The Panty Selling Couple [MMF]
I’ve shared in previous stories that I have a used panty fetish. I love getting a pair of used panties from a woman, but with being married, this isn’t something where I can just jump on the panty selling reddits and select from the menu and have them delivered to my door. So I attempt to find local women, willing to sell me their panties. This story took place roughly 5 years ago. I had posted my normal ad on Craigslist looking for local women willing to sell me their panties.
I got a reply that kind of intrigued me. It was from a guy named Tom offering to sell his wife Cindy’s panties to me. Now normally I wouldn’t go for this, because I want to interact and buy directly from the woman. I don’t have a problem with her being married, but I do want to make sure that she’s consenting to me having her panties, and of course I want the panties to be worn to our meet up and taken off during our time together.
Payback for my roommate’s snooping (Day 1)
I moved into a new apt for the fall semester. I was looking for a roommate who originally would be out of the house more often since I would say home for virtual classes.
My roommate, “Dan”, is in his late 20’s, working professional. He would be traveling a lot for meetings, but obviously covid has changed that. He spends just as much time on Zoom calls as I do and it’s a bit of a struggle to carve out our own space.
Now, something I’ve noticed since moving here was that my clothes and objects in my room seem to be in a different position than when I left it. The same for my door, it’s open slightly different from before. Even sometimes dirty clothes I left in the hamper seem to be in there differently.
I had a nagging suspicion that Dan was going into my room and touching my stuff. I haven’t confronted him on it yet, nor would I know what to do.
Dan decided to go away for the long weekend with his girlfriend. I’ve never met her before. He said that he’ll come back on Monday evening.
Road Revelations (mf, oral, fingering, strangers, affair)
It starts out so innocently. A small glance at a stoplight. A returned smile. The next few miles you slide past each other exchanging glances each one getting a little longer, a little bolder. At the next light, he slips beside you grinning like a wolf, his big truck dwarfing your nondescript 4 door sedan. You know you aren’t usually the one to get noticed, a married mother, so it is a thrill that this man, in this truck chose you to smile at today. It sends hot jolts of electricity through you. A rarity.
This continues for the next ten miles of highway escalating as much as it can in 3 second glances, trying hard to keep your eyes on the road and not stare at him. At the last moment, before the highway narrows to one lane, you muster up all your bravado, cast off the prim and proper wifely exterior you wear uncomfortably and blow him a kiss. Lights flash into your rear view mirror. You smile wider remembering the days when you would have stopped for his number or a quick fuck. Oh, the fun you had in trucks. You spend the next few miles in this reverie of sex and abandoned inhibitions, from a time when you were a free bird. When you let yourself admit it, you miss it terribly.
Teacher’s Golden Rule [FF, Fetish, Water sports, Teacher, Student] (Part 2 of 2)
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“Why don’t we leave,” Mrs. Oliver suggested. “I think the lovely aroma we’ve created may give us away.”
My skirt and knee socks were soaked and spotted. I didn’t care.
“My god Janet, the front of my skirt… look at it,” Nancy cried. What are people going to think.”
“Just walk out… quickly. Don’t worry about it. We don’t know anybody here. C’mon, lets go.”
We followed her, walking quickly. I stared straight ahead… Curiously, I was wondering whether any of the men were looking at me, wishing they could fuck me… If my dad were here, would he want to fuck me too? I shuddered at what my virgin mind could conjure up since falling prey to Mrs. Oliver’s sick and twisted idea of pleasure.
Professor Drew’s car was parked at the farthest end of the lot. Once there, I felt relieved. I didn’t know Mrs. Oliver had something else in mind.
Professor Drew wasn’t handling the nights events well. Sobbing uncontrollably, she was having difficulty finding her car keys in her purse.
Teacher’s Golden Rule [FF, Fetish, Water sports, Teacher, Student] (Part 1 of 2)
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On my eighteenth birthday my Mother threw a surprise party for me. She invited all of my close friends as well as my favorite high school teacher, Mrs. Oliver.
It was a wonderful day and the world seemed so conquerable to me. Little did I know this day would eventually change my life forever.
When the party ended and everyone gone, I gave my Mother a big hug, thanking her for such a nice gesture. It was typical of my her… she and Dad had been spoiling me my entire life.
After carrying some of my gifts up to my room, I went into the upstairs bathroom. To my surprise, there, sitting on the commode was my teacher, Mrs. Oliver. Thinking all the guest had departed, I was momentarily startled. I stood just inside the door, completely taken aback… and naturally, quite embarrassed.
Apparently she wasn’t bothered by my intrusion al all as she looked up at me and smiled. Suddenly I heard the familiar hiss of peeing. I stood there, frozen, her urinating seemingly going on forever.
M4m hotwife writing partner
Hi all,
Seeing if anyone would be interested in writing a sex story with me. Basically I like to write my wife “hotwife” stories in which I share her with another guy. I think it would be hot to write just my part and have someone else write as the other guy. I will share this with her but she won’t play her part or be involved in writing. We would each write the part when it’s our “turn” and go back and forth as the story progresses.
We’re into:
Sharing her
Lending her
DP/DVP
Anal
Dominating her
Gangbang
Large cock pushing her limits
Creampie
Husband watching for a bit
Ok with play while husband not present but he would be aware/encouraging of it
Not into:
Bi (ok with touching with the focus on her such as DP)
Cheating – this is consensual between me and her
Possible scenarios: (can be one time or ongoing)
I send her out to pick a guy up to join us. She’s dressed to get attention.
You’re a friend who stays with us for a while after breaking up with girlfriend.
You’re a photographer hired for a sexy boudoir photoshoot.
Threesome at a reunion [ elevator sex] [mmf]
Rafy willed her hands to stay steady as she drew long cat eyes with her liquid eye liner. Happy with the result, she stepped back to get a final look at herself. Dressed in a black halter gown, the low back leaving her naked, till her just above her tail bone. Her short bob hair showed off the nape of her neck to perfection, and her pilates helped accentuate her back muscles, in the black dress. She parted the thigh high slit on her gown, and looked down at the gash of naked flesh in satisfaction.
She felt ready.
It was time to head out to her college reunion. Sure, it had been 20 years since they had all been 21, and yet she felt the same way, as she did on the first day in college, that first lecture in arts, and mass communication. Butterflies.
She cast a last glance at herself, and hoped Tim was there to see what he had missed out on. Tim had been her ex-boyfriend, and now he was a fashion editor with a moderately famous fashion magazine. Nothing too fancy, and she had been disappointed with his middling professional success, but when she saw his Facebook profile picture, she realised, he still had that boyish grin, she had fallen for. And that would do for the night; a middle aged, ex-boyfriend, with a boyish grin.
[MF][Public] Stranger in the Bathroom at Work
Like millions of people around the world, I lost my job when quarantine hit several months ago. Technically, I was “furloughed”, but we all knew what that probably meant. I had no job and not much to do. For months it was just online classes, lots of weed, trying my best to become a “normal” person who has hobbies and exercises regularly (or, you know, any sort of productive activity), and no sex. My last sexual activity, other than masturbating, was a toothy, disappointing blowjob from a Tinder date three months ago.
When the government’s bonus unemployment money dried up back in July, I at first reassured myself more would come in. But eventually I had to face reality and start looking for work. Success came in the form of a call from a local restaurant I’d worked at a couple years ago and who knew me. They offered me a position at the front, sending out orders, dealing with customers and other menial, but not unpleasant tasks.
One of my favorite parts of working a job like this has always been (I hope) subtly ogling the more attractive clientele. This place was in a town with multiple big colleges, so there was no shortage of incredibly hot women. On the day of this story, I encountered just such a girl.