Let me start by saying, this isn’t a sex story, but it’s definitely sexual. I’ve been partner dancing for nearly a decade now. I’m primarily a follow. There are friends, or leads, I dance with regularly. This is a story about one of them. Let’s call him Matt.

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Matt invited me to a blues event. I tend to shy away from these, as the crowd can be filled with all skill levels and the style lends itself to incredibly close contact. Body to body, more often than not. It’s more sensual than what I’m used to, and I prefer to know my partner. But I trust Matt.

We met up for drinks ahead of time and chilled. It felt like any other night. Easy and calm.

Once at the venue, Matt extended his hand to me – an invitation to dance. I placed mine in his and he led me to the edge of the floor.

Something I love about partner dance as a follow is the loss of control. Every so often, with a sensitive lead, I can enter into this flow state where I’m *really in my body*. Matt always knew how to draw this out of me. Read more »

Ok some of you are going to find this sad and the rest will find it sexy so strap in.

Also quick disclaimer at the start, when I say I have daddy issues, I mean I see a therapist and what we mostly talk about is my dad. I don’t fake it like a lot of girls.

So I was mildly horny so I went on an anonymous messenger and met a guy, let’s call him will.

Will started off being nice, being polite and blah blah blah until he starts asking me if I have day issues, clearly it’s a turn on for him.

I say yes, and he just flips and starts purposefully degrading me, but I’m really liking it. I send him a few photos of me (clothed) and he says I’m ugly, and the only way he’ll give me attention is if I pay him, and he sent his PayPal.

Now I’m not desperate for attention, admittedly I can’t hold down a relationship but I can definitely get myself fucked pretty regularly. But I was desperate for his attention, for his approval. So I sent him $5. Read more »

So I volunteer on weekends at a local historic site park. I’m usually dressed in period costume (think colonial days, Revolution). There’s the main site and then a small old cabin off to the side. Anyway the girl, “J”, showed up last weekend with her family. We know each other already and had hooked up a few times when she was a freshman/sophomore in college when I worked maintenance at that school. Haven’t seen her in a year or more. I didn’t recognize her at first due to her mask, and I had never met her family. but her dad apparently is a big history buff and was asking me all kinds of questions (which was great, that’s the reason I volunteer) and she stood there quiet in short shorts and a tight top that showed off her shoulders and cleavage. I could see her smile at me and then it hit me who she was.
Her dad and mom and younger sister then went off to keep looking at stuff but she stayed behind to catch up, and actually made it clear to her family that we knew each other from the school. It was one of those rare movement when timing is perfect cause I was on my break (a full hour for lunch) and very quickly she started making it clear what she had in mind. So, we walked off to the little cabin I mentioned which has one wall facing the woods, she dropped to her knees and as a joke produced a bottle of hand sanitizer. After unbuttoning my colonial-style breeches, and giggling the whole way through she then said “hashtag covid” and began jerking me off with the sanitizer. I haven’t gotten any in almost three months and I told her I would cum quite quickly. She then put me between her lips and tied up her light brown hair and sucked me slowly for a few seconds before I shot a load into her throat. She swallowed, coughed from the mixed taste of sanitizer and cum, buttoned my pants back up , then stood up and simply said “you looked like you wanted to bang me before you recognized me so I figured I should help you out,” and kissed my cheek. We then actually caught up for real and spent the next hour talking about life. Her family were clueless.