It was Friday and work was over finally time to have a cold beer. I was desperate, I went to the local Watering Hole close to work I just cannot wait to get the taste of a cold beer. After I got settled in and had a couple sips of my beer I started to look around. That’s when I realized that she was there. It was that girl from the other office I didn’t even know her name but I lusted after her, seeing her in the work cafeteria. I made small talk with her a few times just to make eye contact with are really beautiful hazel eyes that matched her hair and to satisfy myself that I still had it LOL. She was sitting with a couple of friends and when our eyes made contact she smiled and waved me over.
My [M] friends mom [F] and my visit to their house
I never told this to anyone for years. Because I felt too much embarrassed that day. I was 19, in Izmir, Turkey. My friend invited me to his house to watch football game. So I went to his house where he was living with his family. I knew that that his mom will be home. But never expected even to see her. I thought we will just watch the game and nobody from the house will disturb us.
It as his mom who opened the door and let me go to the living room and called my friend. I was little early, there was still 15 mins before the game. So we got comfortable in the living room. It was a very hot day. And suddenly his mom said let me give you some drink, soda. And asked his son to get some d snack they had from the cupboard. And she herself brought drinks for us. That was the time I realized what she was wearing. Jean shorts and a spaghetti blouse. very loose one. and no bra. That is the time when she bent over to put drink and from her blouse I saw her breast. She realized that I saw her flashing and just looked at me and winked one eye with a naughty smile. Then walked away and this times my attention was on her ass, and very sexy legs.
The Argument [MF]
My blood was boiling. To say that I was annoyed would have been a gross understatement. I clenched and unclenched my fists as I sat next to him in the cab; our tense silence had stretched out for the entire ride.
We had been friends for a long time. We had always flirted with the line of something else, but we never committed to crossing the line in any tangible way. It just never worked out. I had wanted to cross that line tonight. I was visiting him during a trip abroad, and I only had a short window of time to see him; so I thought that this would be it. This would be the time where we’d be able to explore this sexual tension.
I took a deep breath and thought about what I had just went through to get to this point: extending the invitation to go out for drinks, watching him flirt with someone else for most of the night, and then the fact that he left me there to go home with her. I looked out of the window, and saw a dark reflection of myself in the dim lights from the car’s dashboard. My mascara had started to run when I called him – angry, buzzed, and afraid – asking for him to come take me home. I was angry enough that tears had found their way out, and they caused me to start screaming at him.
A Long Day
It’s late, maybe 11pm. It’s been a long day for both of us and we’re just getting home from work. You decide to get in the shower to freshen up for bed, and you ask me to join. I agree, and follow you to the bathroom. You start fumbling with your hair to let it down and I pull the shower curtains back to turn the water to hot, just how you like it. While it’s warming up I decide to brush my teeth but can’t help but notice you standing there, slowly undressing, glancing back at me with those enticing eyes. I smile, but my mouth was full of toothpaste and I drooled a little bit. We laugh, and you walk over, your shirt half unbuttoned and with your thumb you gently wipe away the toothpaste from my lip. “You’re always so clumsy” you say softly. I smile and continue to brush my teeth because I know if I try to respond I’d just make a bigger mess.
My Confusion Part 10 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]
Walking over to where Pet hung Master Paul asked her if she was ready and doing this of her own free will.
“Yes” Was her only answer.
Stepping back Master Paul took his measure of the distance between himself and Pet.
Drawing back his arm his wrist flicked the whip in a slow manner that sent the leather across the distance.
As it wrapped once around her waist the tip ended its journey against the right cheek of her bottom.
At impact Pet let a small whimper escape her lips.
Mistress Martha walked up to her and once again asked if she was OK and willing to continue.
Again Pet’s answer was yes.
Stepping away Mistress Martha nodded to Master Paul.
Again and again the whip delivered it’s reminder of pain onto Pet’s back and bottom.
With each touch of the whip Pet’s legs gave out a bit more than the previous hit.
There were no tears, no signs of distress upon her face.
In fact soon enough I witnessed a change in her facial expression.
What at first had all the hallmarks of pain quickly turned into a look of ecstasy.
At the twentieth stroke Master Paul withdrew.
My first anal experience (NSFW)
I walk into the room and there you are. Arms bound to your legs, ass up, ready for me. I slowly shut the door behind me, with the click of the doorknob and feeling of my eyes on the back of your neck being the only indication I’m there.
As my eyes feast on my newest pet, I softly kick off my shoes, and loosen my tie. I undo the tie and slowly climb up behind you. With my fingers, nose, lips and tie giving you light touches of anticipation before I sinch the tie in a knot, using as a mischief blind fold. As my hands explore your body, I slowly unbutton my dress shirt, then throw in front of you. I unhinge my belt and quickly put it through the loops. A familiar sound? Because I see you dripping already. *slap* as the belt welts your ass and a flinch of pain. I unfasten my button [*slap*] and pull down my zipper, letting my pants fall to the ground. [*slap*] I walk around front of you, unsheath my cock, boxers falling to the floor.
[MF] New Years Anal
Seems like my first story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/ewv8l9/atm_with_my_ex/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) about my ex went over well. I have another quick one I want to tell today.
My ex Erin was really into celebrating the holidays. New Years in particular. We always did something for it. She’s originally from Orlando and wanted to celebrate on the beach, so one year we decided to get a hotel room in Daytona.
We were still in that “no vaginal sex before marriage” thing, so the whole New Years weekend involved blow jobs and anal. She started the weekend off right by giving me road head on our way from her moms place in Orlando to Daytona. That girl could really suck a dick, and she didn’t really care if people could see her bobbing her head on my cock in the Jeep.
Getting what I needed [MF]
My usual fuck buddy has been seeing a guy recently so becoming increasingly more elusive. Annoyingly.
So I’ve been txting a slight older woman I fuck occasionally when I don’t have any action. She’s early 40s, Blonde, thick and massive tits. I’m tall, 31 and in good shape with a 9inch thick dick.
When I arrive she answers the door in a dressing gown, leading me straight up the stairs while we make small talk.
We both know why here and there’s no messing around. We head for the living room – I dunno why but we always fuck there. I take off my jeans and boxers and sit on the couch. She’s casually talking and drops her gown.
She’s wearing a tight leather outfit will holes around her great big tits. I laugh about how casually shea just dropped her robe to reveal this. Now she’s a quite thick but not too big. Still has nice curves and a firm fat ass, she’s covered in tattoos.
Younger Guy, Older Woman [MF]
I love traveling on Southwest, because you never know who you will meet… (BTW, pardon the syntax, spelling errors, etc., I received failing marks in school for grammar)
I was commuting to Sacramento for work weekly via Southwest. You meet some interesting people on the flights… One Friday evening as we boarded, I had a window and this stunning blond about 6 feet tall sits down in the aisle seat, she looked to be in her early 50’s, what really got me turned on were her bright red toe nails and the sexy sandals she was wearing. We talked the whole way down. When we landed we wished each other well and went on our way. As I was walking through the airport I saw her and thought, I should get her number. She lives in Sacramento and it would be fun to see her again. I caught up with her and asked her ever so slyly for her number. She smiled and said she was glad I had stopped and that while we were on the plane she was thinking I would be a great match for her niece. I told her no, I’d like to take you out. The smile on her face got a lot bigger.
[M]y Afternoon Anal Delight With [F] Bartender – Long
Backstory: I met this girl on the POF app. After a few days of chat, banter, and slow but sexual escalation in our conversation I arranged an afternoon meetup.
I don’t often get nervous before dates, but that’s because first dates are usually that – first dates in somewhere public like a bar or restaurant. I wasn’t sure what to expect this time as it was my first ever afternoon hangout. Normally when a girl invites you over for sex it’s late in the evening. But afternoons, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
Her name was Chelsea, and judging from her pictures she looked to be in decent shape and seemed a little more edgy (slightly darker complexion, multiple tattoos on her body, died red hair – think of the girl who bartends at your local bar, only in this case she actually was the bartender).
She agreed to host on the condition that I make a special dessert for her (I’m pretty good at making a custom ice cream dish). I agreed, but told her that if I was coming over she had to wear a dress. I arrived at her building and texted her I was there. She came down the stairs in a cute blue sundress, very much matching her pictures but much more busty than I expected.