[F] I’m a young professional and a closet slut. Nobody knows.

The boys at work don’t have a clue. They just think I’m an awkward nerdy girl. They don’t see this body (pic on profile) that I hide in loose tops and boxy suits. They think I go home and watch chick flicks or play video games. They have no idea what I really with.

And it’s been a long day.

Every day seems long when you’re single. The evenings are dull. There’s is nothing to looking to forward to except a dark bedroom and complete silence. Or maybe just a little humming sound.

I’ve been thinking about it all day. I’m always thinking about it if I’m honest. Is everyone this horny at twenty-two? Shouldn’t I have gotten it out of my system in college? I definitely did my share of fucking.

My friends aren’t this obsessed with sex. At least they pretend they aren’t.

I get home and go straight upstairs. It’s already dark outside. I don’t fix dinner. I don’t make myself a drink to take the edge off. I don’t take a long, luxurious bath like I sometimes do.

Dream girl [MF]

She’d been asleep for a little while, peacefully. Suddenly she heard some noise at the front door. Then, the noise stopped – kids messing around, she thought. Ian lived 20 minutes away and it was 2 am, why would he be here? Her mind took her back to the day she gave Ian her spare key – she had it sitting in the middle of her bra. She let him unwrap her, kissing and touching as he did. Until he got to the key. She went back to sleep peacefully, and hard, shutting off to the world around her.

It was, in fact, Ian. He’d been wanting to surprise her, perhaps become a kind of ethereal dream, only real. He’d realized he made quite a bit of noise putting the key in the door. He was so nervous he was either going to wake her or going to scare her to death. He got it in, then stopped, giving it long enough for her to go back to bed. After about 20 minutes, he turned the key and went in. He took off his clothes as silently as he could – she slept naked, after all, so it shouldn’t be too hard. He went into the bedroom and slipped under the covers behind her. He wrapped his arm around her to get at her clit. He touched it and she oozed, then let out a pleasured sigh. After rubbing her clit for a solid 2 minutes, he moved his fingers and put them in her, working to stretch her out so there wouldn’t be pain.

[MFF] How I Became a Male Sexting Unicorn for a Lesbian Couple on Snap

Hey there, so this story begins around a year ago when after some Reddit posts and messages, I became friends with a girl named Sarah for the sake of this story. It initially started off as simple sexting, we shared similar kinks and both enjoyed sexting so it was a good start. Sarah had an amazing body, C cup tits and had plenty of lingerie and toys to match, a dream match up. For several weeks we would sext at night, exploring several kinks and roleplays, she had no limits as much as I did so it was amazing and some of the best sexting sessions I’ve ever had.
A couple of months in she disappears, cold turkey, nothing. I mourned that loss as silly as it sounds, she had become a regular release and sexting partner, much less flakey than the typical reddit hookup. Jump forward to around a month ago when I get a notification in Snap from no other than Sarah. I had asked where she been and was glad to see her back. Thats when she dropped the best and amazing news on me. She had found a girlfriend and started sharing some of her sexting life before their relationship began. Well, her new girlfriend is super open and actually suggested they get on and sext together with others, which led her to remember me!
The first thing they send me is both of them in full lingerie, pigtails, and both of them smiling and giggling as they called me daddy (my favorite kink!) I instantly was hard and started giving them commands. They did everything for me, with all her previous toys! I couldn’t believe my luck in being in this situation. Since then, they both regularly sext me and us 3 have amazing sexting sessions together!

[M]y massage turned extra [F]riendly

I was much younger and dumber/naieve when this happened. I smoked a ton of pot at the time, so stupid young stoner may be more appropriate.

I knew this girl, me and her were hanging out in her room. She was really cute/funny, had a nice body, a hell of a butt, pretty hair, and looks wise was out of my league. I never thought much beyond we’re just friendly. It was like late summer, and hot as hell that day. Kind of a lazy day, just hanging out.

Anyway she said “hey I am going on this trip tomorrow, and my back is really sore, do you like giving massages?” I was like “Sure, I can give you one.” So she laid face down on the bed and I started to just rub her shoulders. And all of a sudden she was like, “I gotta take some clothes off so you can do a better job.” And she got down to a bikini she was wearing. And she said there was a bottle of lotion over by her mirror. So I grabbed it and she had me undo her top string of her bikini and she kinda half covered her boobs. And she sort of giggled and laid back down. And so I set about to rubbing.

[FF] How my college roommate helped me get through my exams

Back at it with another post. This takes place about 3 years ago when I was 20 and refers to my first time with another woman. Little bit about me as a quick reminder to anyone who’s read my other posts, I am 5’2 with black hair, DD breasts with pierced nipples and a decent, but nothing special ass.

So it was exam season, and as anyone who went to university will attest to, that generally involves a large amount of stress. For me in particular I had been studying non stop for my final in Canadian Political History (about as fun as it sounds), and getting increasingly frustrated at how little I cared a out the material. To make matters worse, I had recently broken up with my boyfriend Mike, meaning that on top of being stressed, I was also a horny college student with no time to find myself someone to hook up with.

About two days before my exam, and I was on edge. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone and shut up. So I was prone to snapping at people who didn’t deserve. I was just a ball of stress with no way of relief. I had abandoned my attempts at studying in the library as my fellow students had annoying habits like breathing or shifting in their chair, and returned home to my apartment.

Does driving like that make you horny? [MM] [Car sex] [Rough] [Handjob] [Anal sex] [Talking dirty] [Biting]

*My first post, pls give feedback.*

At midnight, Marcus sped down the empty road at top speed. Evan was in the passenger seat looking pretty. His head was tipped back, the dashboard lights glowing on his exposed neck. His skin was soft and smooth. Marcus imagined pressing his lips to Evan’s throat, imagined how warm it would feel. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. All his muscles were tense. He pressed on the gas pedal.

Evan was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, fit for the humid summer night. Marcus’s slender hand strayed from the gear shift to Evan’s knee. Evan let out a little gasp and his legs fell open. Marcus inched his hand up the inside of Evan’s thigh and rubbed his thumb on the bare skin below Evan’s shorts. He felt Evan shudder with want beneath his palm. He kept his other hand wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, knuckles white. The car swerved, spewing gravel, tires spinning against dirt.

My hall pass [MF], long

So for those who asked, this is the story of the first time I used my hall pass. Here’s the story of my wife’s first use- she actually got to use hers before I did. This was really early in our opening our relationship.

So as some of you might remember, I’m a college professor. In my discipline it’s expected that you go to one or two professional conferences every year. My wife and I thought that this would be my best bet- after all, it’s where she got fucked by someone else the first time.

And her getting fucked was one of the best things that happened to us. If our sex life was good before, it was turbocharged now. She started to embrace her sluttiness- she had plenty of experiences in high school and college- but there was always that little bit of guilt and shame that was part of it. The fact that I allowed her to let that part of her come out, and encouraged it, was a huge step for her. It started becoming a pretty regular part of our talk during sex:

Miami vacation, 46F spread for pleasure and used f M/F [str8] [exh] [public sex] [bd] [nc]

I was surprised when my request for partners while on vacation in Miami was largely ignored. Thought there would be lots of interest in spending a few days fucking the shit out of a total stranger. Instead, just a couple of boys responded. No interest in all of that baggage. So when I went to South Beach, I ventured up to Haulover Beach on Tuesday morning a little after 10:00 to show myself off and see if I’d get any interest. I went through the tunnel, turned left, the clothing optional section was impossible to miss with the signage. I dropped my shorts and yanked off my tee once past the signs so the only things I was wearing were a smile, flip flops, and a pearl necklace and a pearl ankle bracelet. Other women posting are correct, unaccompanied naked women get plenty of attention on this beach.

My [f]irst time taking BBC

When it comes to sex–and life in general–I’ve got a No Discrimination policy. I don’t judge people in terms of age, race…or even gender. I love to fuck. And I love to be pleased. And closing off any avenue of pleasure would just be foolish!

I’ve always had a thing for black cock. It’s not about size–though that’s certainly a nice part of it. And it’s not about the allure of something forbidden or exotic. It’s more about ripped guys with muscles who can fuck all night.

And maybe it’s connected to youth. We always romanticize the things that happen when we’re young. And I never forget anyone that makes an impression. And Ant certainly made an impression!

I’ve been a basketball junkie for as long as I can remember. Not that I could ever play. I’m too short. And while I’m certainly flexible, graceful, and have a lot of stamina at some activities, that never translated to being athletic. Or maybe I just found better ways to spend my time than practicing!