Hands that Hurt, Hands that Heal

Arms stretch out, eyes surveying hands, fingers. Memories recorded with every touch. Works of art traced across the skin with fingertips for paint brushes.

Hands discover every inch turning strangers into lovers. They get lost in the tangles of hair. Fingertips once again so gently tracing the curves and bends of neck. The back of a hand caressing smoothly over cheek. Reassurance as a palm closes, fingers lacing over throat. A pause in motion to feel a quickening pulse.

So much power to be had by the hands. Power to hurt, power of pleasure. Power to heal, to love, to kill. How I long for those hands that can give birth to my pleasure through pain.

Pleasing the Professor- Part 2 [Mf] [Age Gap]

I knew I shouldn’t have been feeling this way about my professor, but I needed him. I needed him with such an urgency, I could barely contain myself. The moment the hotel door closed, he was on me and I didn’t stop him.

He pushed me up against the door and lifted me up like I was weightless. His lips crashed down on mine. He cupped my chin with one hand to hold my face in place while he ravaged me. I kissed him back with equal fierceness. His tongue licked my lips open and entered, searching hungrily. Our tongues met in my mouth and a moan ripped from my lips.

He pulled away for a moment to growl, “You taste like heaven.” And then his mouth was back on me.

He put my feet back onto the ground and used his hands to pull my wrists above my head where he pinned them to the door with ease. He kept one hand there and moved the other down my body. He moved slowly, deliberately, trailing his hand down my arm, caressing my neck, squeezing one breast, and then wrapping around my ass and pulling my hips to meet his. His mouth moved to the sensitive spot on my neck and nibbled there. Read more »

[MF] [M26]y roommate [F25] was stealing my underwear

I [M] am currently 29, this happened a few years ago. At the time I was finishing up my Master’s degree while working full time. I was sharing a two-bedroom apartment (each with private bathrooms) with a female roommate. My roommate, K, was 25 years old Master’s student who was a full-time student but didn’t have to work since her family was paying her tuition and expenses.

Description of K, 5 ft 4 or 165 cm tall, skinny build with A or B cups. She is a little socially awkward but very nice and friendly person. She has a typical accounting student look with thick dark-framed glasses. She is not my type but we become good friends.

I am out of the house most of the day because of work and school. K usually spends most of the day at the house, in her room if she doesn’t have class. She doesn’t have many friends and its pretty rare she goes out besides running errands or buying groceries. In all, she is the perfect roommate, who is always quiet, clean, and never brings people home. Moreover, she would cook good food and also make me a plate. Read more »

[F] riend came to [M] y house for a visit

My heart was in racing in my chest, it skipped beats like a stone across water and made breathing difficult.

*I’m on my way*

I hadn’t seen her in weeks, and she consumed every one of my thoughts. I could picture the way she walked, and hear her voice ring through my ears. Most of all, I could see the way she smiled when she looked at me.

*I’m here*

The crunch of tires in the driveway turned my thoughts into a blender of fantasy.

I opened the door and there she stood.

Barely over five feet tall, olive skin and beautiful brown eyes framed by dark hair. Her cheeks were rosy the moment I stepped into view and her smile reached from her lips right up to the eyes I struggled to pull myself away from.

We stepped downstairs into the bedroom and before she could finish putting down her things, my arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up into my arms.

Obediently, and without thinking, she wrapped her legs around my hips and pressed her chest against mine. I could hear the breath catch in her throat and feel her heart start to pound. Read more »

Personal Awakening [Mf] [insecurity] [sex therapy] [blowjob] [straight sex]

I was ashamed of my body. I was ashamed of sexual desires and wants. There was so much anxiety around exposing myself to someone else, even someone I loved. After a string of failed relationships I decided to seek out help. My last boyfriend had given me the name of a psychotherapist who specializes in intimacy trouble. I was, in all honesty, terrified of talking to this man about my hang ups with sex, sexual acts, nudity and even just kissing.

I didn’t feel as though I was asexual, I wanted sex, I enjoyed the thought of it. I just became horribly panicked if it looked like things were heading that way. It was uncomfortable to say the least. My last boyfriend had tried to help. He tried to be understanding about it, but he just got sick of the insecurities and hangups I had around sex. He wanted more and I was unwilling to seek treatment for the anxiety because it was ’embarrassing.’ Read more »

You’d think blueberry picking is pretty lame, right? Well, not this time! [MF]

It was the first week in July, and we’d just had another one of those sweltering, muggy 4ths. The dog days. Even hanging out at the beach was getting to be intolerable until later in the evening, and by then it was almost dark anyway.

I think it was maybe the 7th when the humidity broke. Finally, A wave of thunderstorms rolled through, and man, what a relief. I could tell the next day was going to be one of those uniquely fantastic summer days, bright, sunny, and dry. A quick glance at the weather forecast confirmed my gut feeling, the next day was going to be a high of 78, 0% chance of precipitation, and 20% humidity. The perfect day to take off work and get out and do something outside. Mary and I were still dating at this point and had spent the previous week partying at the lake in the heat, so something a bit more relaxed was probably going to be the right choice. Read more »

I got a blowjob from a bottle service girl in the back room of a nightclub. [FM]

I started DJing in high school and did it through Uni (as a way to make extra money under the table) and after coming back to the States I mostly bartended and DJ’d to make money until I could find a more stable 9-5. That never really happened for more than a short stretch, so I’ve worked as a tour and nightclub DJ now for a while (well, not for the last five months) and I’ve been fortunate enough to travel all over for the job. For a while, I worked with a rapper for a while who was moderately popular for some time (if you were in college in 2015, you definitely got drunk to his music). About five years ago, we toured the US and at one point played two shows in three nights in Arizona, with a night off in between where I secured a gig playing a bottle service club. When I showed up on Saturday (early as always), I introduced myself to the managers, security, bartenders, barbacks, and bottle girls just to be friendly, exchanging IG and Snap info with some of them, standard stuff to do so you can tag them in your posts. They had flier’d for the night touting me as the rapper’s DJ, so they had an opening DJ as well, who was cool. I got to talking to a few of the bottle service girls before we opened and snapped some pics for social media. One of them in particular, Amanda, was interested in the rapper and wanted to know all about him. She asked if I could put her and some friends on my guest list for the show the next night, and I told her sure. She was not really my type but was definitely attractive — platinum bleach blonde, ditzy, fake tits, nails, and lips, about 5’1″, and tons of makeup. She has something like 72k followers on IG for a reason, and it’s not because she gives great life advice (admittedly, I still follow her there). Read more »

My first ASS FUCKING [MF] [ANAL]

His name was Tony. He was 32 and I was 26. We met online and hung out a bit. One night while hanging out we were driving around and then decided to go back to his place and watched tv and cuddled. He was a bigger guy and I’m a fluffy girl so cuddles were great.He started softly rubbing my ass and then began to kiss me. I got up and straddled his and the kissing intensified. He was rubbing my ass and sold his hands under my shirt to undo my bra. He took my shirt off and kissed his way down to my nipples. He sucked and bit them causing the best pain I have ever felt. I took his shirt off and kissed my way down to his pant line where he quickly took his pants and boxers off. I slowly lick and kiss my way down to his already very hard dick. I lick the head to tease him before I started sucking him softly. I went farther down and gently sucked his balls and then made my way back up to suck him harder until he released all in my mouth. He damn near ripped my pants and panties off and started playing in my pussy with his fingers just enough to get me really wet. He made his way down with his tongue and he licked and sucked my clit until I came and then he drank me. He flipped me over on my belly and started fucking my now wet and throbbing pussy before I could recover from the first orgasm he caused. While he fucked me hard he wet his middle finger in my pussy and slowly stuck the tip of his finger in my ass hole. I dont know why but it was super hot and I asked him to try to fuck my ass. He wasnt too big maybe a 6 1/2 and so I was nervous but thankful for his average size. He pressed the head of his dick against my ass hole and I felt the pressure. I started to erotically whimper, and he took his middle finger and stuck it in my pussy and began finger fucking me while slowly putting his dick in my ass. This helped keep things lubes and also made the initial pressure not so bad.once we got going he slowly fucked my ass and I started to feel my orgasm approach and just as i did he busted inside of me taking me into my most intense orgasm. Read more »

Cum cocktail for brat. [fm] [oral]

Firstly, my boyfriend (Jack 20) and I (Keira 18) have a very good relationship and we both enjoy a bit of Dom/sub. We never use it to settle arguments or serious stuff, just when it feels right. I always tell him if it’s too far vice versa.

Jack and I had been out for a meal and when we were, I had jokingly been really bratty to him. He warned me that if I didn’t stop, I’d end up being sore tomorrow but I ignored it and kept going, knowing what I wanted. We got back to his house (which we had to ourselves because his parents had gone away for a week), we went into the kitchen to get some drinks and as soon as we went through the door, he reached up the back of my top and grabbed my bra strap, stopping me in my place. He let go, letting it twang onto my back and moved closer to me. His hand slowly slid up my body from my leg, to thigh, to around my waist, to my chest until it rested around my neck.
“You really shouldn’t have been such a brat today.” Read more »

[MF] Playful foreplay in a cinema ends into us almost being caught having sex

This happened in the year 2 B.C. (2 before corona). Thought about it recently and thought I’d share

I’m 21 at the time, 6 feet (181 cm), black and I have a small amount of fat so most people barely even notice. My gf at the time, we’ll call her Alice. Alice is 20, average height, light skinned, slim with B cup breasts and black braids and incredibly cute, easily on average days and when she dresses up a 9.

She says she wants to see The Incredibles 2. I LOVED the first incredibles so I didn’t object. She chose some time in the morning so we could chill the rest of the day. I met her there. We bought some of our snacks and went in.

We entered and saw there was no one there and chose the row at the back and sat. That’s when she brought out the bottle of vodka. I was looking with her a total what the fuck face but then I was like “must be 9 pm somewhere”. So we began (day) drinking. Read more »