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I want you here with me,
Your body wrapped around mine,
Sweat slicked bodies pressed together,
Bare skin tasted by roaming mouths,
Breaths panting in hungry exhilaration
Muscles tensed and hands groping
I want you pinned beneath me,
Mercifully given to my burning lust.
My body above you,
My desire in you,
And your fluids once.
I want you to submit,
To throw yourself to this wanton desire
To give thought to nothing but hunger
And climax only for me.
I threw a Dirtyr4r post up to explore what was in the area. Typically these result in nothing of substance but last week I got a message from a woman who was local to me. I didn’t put a lot of stock into it, she is married with kids, about my age and has an open marriage. We chatted casually and started discussing options for meeting.
Because she is well known about town we decided that we would both brows through a shop in town at the same time and check eachother out.
She looked good, curly hair pulled back, short jean shorts small tattoo on her ankle and a nose peircing. Thin but hips and ass to die for. We glanced at eachother in passing in the aisle our eyes saying more than words ever will.
I left and felt my phone buzz in my pocket. She says ” you look great, I’m into it if you are?” I replied that I most definitely was. She responds ” I’m free at 1:30″ I was not expecting this to go anywhere today. But only thing I had to do was take a nap before work, guess that would wait.
I live in London. I’m single. Working as a full time massage therapist. Partners of mine are two renowned companies in city. I got stellar reputation, as people really love my therapeutic massages.
Few years ago I got an autoimmune sickness called Lichen Sclerosis. Its very rear. Incurable. Its already up to the point where it hurts during sex. It comes and goes in phases , depending on the level of my immune system. I was applying medicine for more than 60 days…which means I haven’t even masturbated at the time. I was horny as fuck.
In my professional appointments I would never allow myself to cross the boundaries and touch my clients inappropriately. But this.. changed because of my permanent arousal. I was thinking (and still do) about sex whole day and night long…I even began to loose weight.
So , I had this client. Very attractive woman in her mid 30’s. She had a baby – 10 weeks old. Her husband is investor. She herself had a very successful business. So in short: rich family and she likes to be pampered. I work on outcalls mostly (lately I started working from home as well) .
Bella arrived at the hotel just after 5. She wasn’t in a rush; he wouldn’t arrive until 6. She checked herself in and took the elevator to the 5th floor to find her room. It was a stunning King Suite she had found on sale a few weeks before; huge King bed, couch, big tv, gorgeous waterfall shower in the modern styled bathroom; it was perfect.
Bella placed her small suitcase in the wardrobe, grabbing her clean clothes and throwing them on the bed. Time to change after her 3-hour trip. After a quick shower, Bella emerged from the steamy bathroom in a towel. She switched on the TV for some background noise as she got ready.
She had picked her outfit for tonight very carefully, she would wear some sheer black hold up stockings that had a black and red lace trim, a black skater style skirt that cut off just below the stockings (slightly above the knee), a sexy red keyhole style top and some blood-red strappy stilettos. Her underwear was also carefully selected, this comprised of some lacy black crotchless panties that hugged her ass perfectly and a black and red half cup bra with straps across the tops of her breasts that could just be seen through the keyhole of her top.
I took a deep breath, then knocked on the apartment door. This apartment complex wasn’t run down, but it wasn’t fancy either. It was meant to blend in with the rest of the street, which was a good thing. It was the perfect place to do things undisturbed. Which was definitely the case here.
The door opened and Kara, a pretty girl of what appeared to be of mixed Asian and white ethnicity stepped out. She was about early twenties, so about my age, and was dressed casually – just a Nirvana shirt and some jeans with those stylish holes in them. Not that she’d need them in a few minutes. “Welcome! I’m glad you made it. Wow, you’re really cute in person.”
“Um, thanks,” I replied, a little bit nervously. “You’re pretty cute too.”
She smiled and let me indoors. The living room of the apartment had a few couches, which she led me to and sat down with me. The centerpiece of the room was a large table, big and sturdy enough for someone to comfortably get on top of. There were some pillows at the corners, and a hole in the center with a detachable bucket below it.
Studio apartments are notoriously difficult to entertain in, yet here we are. He is lying across the top of the bed, comfortable in his own home. Yet, I shift from foot to foot deciding my position here. I crawl onto the corner of the bed, kneeling like a prairie dog surveying the land.
He rolls over and starts teasing me, trying to push my buttons, trying to make me laugh. I can’t help but smile and throw a pillow at his chest. With a smirk on his face he catches it rolling off the bed. He stalks around to my side, all the while looking at me like I am a piece of meat. Neither of us say a word. I stare back at him until he comes behind me and I can barely see him from the corner of my eye.
He leans down over me, head between my shoulder blades, exhaling down my back. I lean forward just enough that he is able to reach both of his hands onto the bed around me. I can feel his chest moving rhythmically on my back as he brings his head up next to mine. I am lost in the moment, unsure of where it’s going, but not wanting it to end.
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TRIGGERS: prostitution, bondage, semi-consensual, rape, MonMtF action
Alex was ready for one of his favorite performance, “the pretzel”. He was distended face up on an inclined bed, handcuffed with his hands behind his neck, a small wooden plank under his back to raise his chest and show his breasts, grown noticeably and pierced tastefully on the nipples. His legs were bent behind his head and kept steady by a short chain; his body almost bent in two to give maximum access to his boypussy. He was completely open and exposed, glistening with lube and ready to be used without mercy. The chains kept Alex legs and boypussy spread obscenely open, there was nothing he could do to stop or even slow a customer that wanted to just penetrate him brutally. His eyes were covered by a blindfold. He could not move at all, and his complete vulnerability turned the customers into wild animals, fucking his boypussy and mouthpussy in the most animalistic way. None of them lasted long, but they all came hard and there were a lot of them. Alex could not wait to start, the nipple piercings kept him in a continuous, torturing state of arousal. Alex really liked his body: smooth, supple, white as snow, fully feminine after the estrogen treatments and the surgeries. He especially liked his breasts, round, pink and with puffy areolas. Sometimes he thought about having his clitty amputated, but the customers were not happy with it. He was fully impotent, but he did not care since he already learned to come only with his prostate and his boypussy.
# This will be the first installment of my confessions on my erotic deeds / misdeeds. I offer these not to brag, though there was often joy and exhilaration, or with a sense of conquest. And I offer them without moralizing, though there was also at times degradation. I tell them because we are all storytellers and where else but on an anonymous board like this one can I tell these stories? You can judge them and me if you want, but I can promise you that they are all true. So read on.
About me — I am now in my mid-to-late 60s, well liked and respected in my profession, a ‘success’ I suppose in that sense, and also have grown children and a few grandchildren who hold me in esteem. And I have been married to the same woman for several decades, the only woman I have ever been married to … unless you count that period of my great affair, when I loved and was loved by two women and somehow managed to get through it with everything more-less intact. But that is not the story for your ears, no offense, as I hold my experience with the other *her*, may she rest in peace, as sacred. But I digress.
So a little history, my wife is awesome. We fuck like crazy, we’ve been together for 12 years, and we are entirely devoted to each other. In the past year we’ve started exploring some of our more taboo desires and we’ve learned to be open to anything…you only live once after all. Well, a few months ago we were discussing who, in our friend group, we might be interested in one day trying to have some extra-curricular fun with. In the process her best friend from work came up. Now, he’s a super average guy, non threatening, not someone I ever worried about her being around, but she was over the moon when I brought up his name. Flash forward a month and I have agreed to some digital play between them (during covid) with the opportunity to fuck when it was safe to do so. It was awesome. My wife was over the moon. She couldn’t wait until she could have him and she loved sending him nudes throughout the day and having him lust after her. After a period of non-stop messaging I asked for a little break which she was totally fine with, but he lost it. He’d sacrificed to make the fooling around work in his marriage as well and couldn’t accept any sort of stoppage in play. Queue red flags for me. Anyway, after a blow up we all agree to no more fooling around, I’m not longer too happy with him, and they’ve tried to rekindle their friendship without the sexual tendencies.
Growing up my father was a carpenter. He would make office furniture. We had a close bond. He was my hero. When my father passed away i was devastated. I was in months of therapy to deal with the emptiness I felt. Nothing really worked. I started using alcohol to ease the pain I felt inside. I was what you would call a functional alcoholic. However, something about the smell, feel and look of wood would bring me a sense of peace within my broken heart. There is just one problem. The thing is, my dad was a dominant man with strong personality. Therefore even though wood would bring me a sense of peace, it would also strike the fire in me to take on my father’s personality.
On a busy Friday afternoon, I got off from a stressful day at work and the only thing I could think about was going to the bar and getting myself pissed face. I headed to my usual spot. Right away I ordered a shot along a with gin and tonic. I wanted to get hammered fast. I just wanted to feel good. After my 3rd shot and 2nd gin and tonic I hear a strong, deep voice across the bar: