I (28[F]) catfished my university crush (29[M]) and had the hottest cyber sex with him, with a big twist ending

Since this lockdown started I have been feeling really lonely and isolated as I live alone. It has been made worse by the fact I deleted my social media years ago as my job (working with children in foster care) requires me to have no online presence.

One night I was feeling bored and alone and thought it would be interesting to instagram stalk my old friends I went to university with all those years ago, and see what they were up to and what they look like now. I tried to look at their profiles but they were all private and seeing as I didn’t have an account I couldn’t request to see them. I came up with the idea to create a fake Instagram account using the name and photo of a girl I went to university with, let’s call her Jill. I should have felt bad doing this but I didn’t because Jill was never a good friend to me. I knew I wouldn’t get caught using her name and photo as she cut everyone off mid way through our final year because she had started dating a really hot but extremely Christian guy who refused to let her see her friends and deleted all her social media pages. Last I heard she moved interstate with the Christian guy to get married so I felt like my cover was pretty safe.

My manager is up late working. I wanted to keep him company. (MF)

I cleared my dining table, replacing the dishes with my laptop and my manicure station. I started scrolling through Netflix’s Top 10 movies to look for one to choose as my background noise while I file my nails.

I reached for my cell phone to answer a few text messages. I was about to search for the Instagram icon but I remembered I locked myself out of my social media accounts for the next 6 months. I left it to a trusted friend to change my passwords. I normally consider social media to be a neutral tool that brings people together, but as of recently I haven’t been the best at regulating myself. Lately it has been making me feel more anxious than connected.

“…I hate what steals my solitude without offering me true company.” -Nietzsche

I tapped my nails on the table and looked up at the buzzing fan. I noticed a notification from earlier in the day from a Sr Manager on Teams. “We’re still working on troubleshooting your laptop’s speaker, but in the meantime…your headphones arrived today.” I clicked the ‘thumbs up’ reaction.

“Thanks so much, Ryan!”

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3am [ff] [lesbian]

All of a sudden, I’m awakened from a deep sleep, as my wife climbs into bed with me. Completely naked. Her beautiful curves silhouetted by the light from the window. I must’ve been dreaming of her because the second I woke up and saw her, it stirred something inside of me. I needed her and I needed her now.

I pulled her onto the bed and straddled her in one quick, smooth motion. I could hear a giggle escape her mouth… then instantantaneously turned into a moan the second my lips took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard and grabbed her other breast in my hand. She took hold of the back of my head and pulled me closer, crushing my face into her soft, full breast. ‘Good.. she wants it rough, too’ I thought to myself as my hand wondered down her body.

I released her nipple from my mouth and kissed the soft skin tenderly before biting down. She let out a satisfying yelp and dug her nails into my back. Leaving long, sensitive marks. My fingers running down her body, sliding into the lips of her pussy, feeling how wet I’ve already made her. A deep moan escapes my lips as my index finger glides easily inside of her. Sucking hard right above her hardened nipple, I cast my mark upon her body in return.

Egg on my Face

Sunday’s are one of my absolute favorite days of the week. When I am with my Owner, I usually can count on a nice leisurely walk, coffee, and sometimes brunch. Naturally, due to circumstances, our routine has been compromised. He was very sweet to me today, buying me coffee and taking me on a relaxing bicycle ride through the neighborhoods while we chatted and indulged each other. We stopped by the local store and grabbed a few things for brunch since we can no longer dine out.

I could feel myself start to get hangry, so I asked him to make me some eggs. We continued chatting a bit, and as he was frying up our breakfast, I looked at him couldn’t resist:

“May I have a kiss?”

“Sure, Kitten.”

We began make out by the stove. He loves rubbing and kneading my ass. I reminded him that I never wear panties under my yoga pants. I really enjoy when he teases me in public and I can feel myself get wet and creamy in public, so I am sure to wear these tight, sometimes a bit sheer, leggings (secretly, I hope someone will notice my sloppy, desperate pussy in the wild). However, I digress.

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Oh my [cucking] god — [POV] [roommates] [queer gaze] [F/NB] [one night stand] [sluttiness] [oral] [strapon]

We’re sitting at our bar and you’re moping, as usual. I thought that taking you out tonight might cheer you up, but you’re sad again. Face buried in your beer, you’re a bear of a man. A teddybear of a man, maybe.

*”Something something… no girl will want to go home with you… redacted…”* I think I hear you say. It’s okay, it’s Friday night, and maybe we can still lift your spirits.

“Robert.” I announce, grandly spinning my barstool and waving my Old Fashioned wildly. I’m not drunk, mind you, this is just me. And you know that. Which is why you groan.

“What do you want, Puck.” You groan. Whatever I’m about to say or do is going to be… extra. It’s going to be A Fucking Lot.”

“Robert, Robert, Robert… My dear sweet darling, lovely pal Robert…” You grunt and look up at me.

Slender and long legged, short auburn hair, piercing green eyes, a rakish single hoop in my ear– I am the epitome of androgyny. Queer candy and don’t I know it. We’re an unlikely duo– the cuddly giant and the silly fairy. I’ve pointed it out before– you’re straight, you don’t get it. Figures.

[M4F] Its yours if you want it

Hey yo, just another random user among all these other peeps. You may or may not notice me lurking around the chats, acting cringy as fuck every once in a while but that’s just me being myself. And like everyone else here, I am obviously looking for a role-play. Currently in the mood for some thick plots with thick thots, vanilla or otherwise with some rough play. Dark, kinky… or whatever theme you can think of or all at once if its even possible. Message me your ideas. Must be able to write at least 2+ paragraphs though more is always good. Sample of your work is a plus too. 60/40 story to smut ratio.~

Ideas I have in mind:

Scenario 1 is about a deadbeat employee who wants to sabotage a conference his ex female superior is attending. He was able to create a perfume for women that can cause men in a close vicinity to lose all sense of control makes them engage in a primal lust for the target. Basically an airborne viagra. However on accident, he activated the device which sprayed on the woman and he was the closest to smell it

[MF] Chinese Yoga Instructor Tries American Cock for the First Time

There’s a stereotype about white men in China: They are only there to fuck easy Chinese girls and ease their “yellow fever”. I never had a strong fetish for Asian women in particular and hooked up mostly with other internationals while over there. But every once in awhile, I’d see a Chinese girl that would make my jaw drop. Mei was one of those girls.

She strolled in my favorite small dive bar, wearing all black, with a shirt that really highlighted her fit yoga-instructor body. Despite being part of the Chinese upper-middle-class, her English wasn’t all that good. I had to use my mandarin to its fullest extent, which differed depending on how many drinks I had. Fortunately, we fully understood each other’s body language. We drank, laughed, joined the other patrons in horribly singing songs, then drunkenly made out with each other while dancing. By 5 am, the bartender had had enough of our drunken asses and threw us out.

She Paid to do her Homework with Sex [MF]

Back when I was 18 a freshmen in college a girl paid me to do her homework with sex.

It started when one day in Calculus class when the teacher was handing back exams. This was the third exam in the class. Everyone in the class was failing but me and another boy. I was sitting in the back of the class and trying to not be notice in class she decided to come sit by me today while, the teacher handed back the exams.

[M]y first and only public [F]ucking

Year is 2000. I’m a junior at a big midwestern university. School’s recently back in session. It’s a beautiful night, not too humid. I’m playing basketball with the boys, but screwing around talking shit more than anything.

A group of girls is walking by, one sees me and screams my name. Julie’s a year younger and goes to a different school (another state), but I know her through friends and she visits a bit. We had been flirty / FWB-ish in the past, but hadn’t ever had sex. I didn’t know she was in town.

She isn’t a smokin’ hottie or anything, but she’s fun and super cute with a tight body and perky breasts. Very much my type.

Game interrupted. Julie and I start talking and flirting hard. Her friend group kind of breaks up with vague plans to meet later. We walk together to get money at the atm.

The nearest atm is in a courtyard thing — think strip mall, but in a square, and the middle of the square is a pedestrian mall. During the day it is crowded with students, but at night everything is closed, so the only foot traffic is people walking across campus or going to the atm.

What If… [MF] [exhib] [dub-con]

*Showing cleavage today again?*

Of course I am. I reply, “Maybe.” I’m wearing yet another tank top and yoga pants, my favorite uniform for working from home. My hair is loose, reaching below my shoulder blades and tickling my neck when the wind blows. Grinning, I look back up to continue my walk.

*Well hope your nips are poking. Any watchers?”*

“Not yet.” I’m about to pass the house where my admirer has sat nearly daily, poorly concealed in his truck or sitting on his trailer. I feel his eyes on me even when I’ve passed by him. But today he’s not there. Darn, I kind of like the attention. Maybe he’ll be here when I am on my way back in a bit.

Continuing on, it’s almost time to turn around when a truck pulls up beside me. He asks if everything is ok. “Oh yeah, I’m just walking.” I flash him a friendly smile and tilt my head, noticing his eyes wander down. “Ok, I was just checking. You sure?” He looks almost thirsty as he glances down again. “I’m seriously good but I do appreciate your concern.” I grin bigger, letting him know he was caught red handed. What if?