well, when i was young at an all boys school. we used to goof around alot. but my friends had something they’d always do. which was with their middle finger swipe my butt crack from bottom to top (don’t know if it has a name). but it was like fingering my crack. i liked it but didn’t know why at the time , it felt good. years have passed and i started growing and also started to realize my butt was thicker than most of my friends and when i gain weight most of it goes to my hips and thighs. my stomach rarely gained fat. my hands were smaller than them. my balls are small but my dick big. my body didn’t grow hair and still barely grows any hair to this day. i always felt different and isolated because girls and boys at my new high school made fun of me. so i joined reddit started subscribing to subreddits and one by one, dick pics started appearing on my home page out of nowhere but when i looked at them sometimes my mouth would drool? by itself and i find myself staring at them for a long time. anyways now i’m 23. my skin is surprisingly smooth and very soft, my hips are thick. my butt is fat. and my body is weirdly bouncy and jiggly. yet i still love to jerk off to female pornstars getting fucked, and in the same time i finger my ass and insert toys if i see a big juicy cock
I [M] 23, had amazing sex with a [F] Instagram model I tutor!
A little introduction to this story. I have been reading reddit for years and enjoy it thoroughly, never thought of publishing anything until two nights ago… I am an average looking guy, 6’1, average build, tan & bearded. I am currently a senior at a university pursuing a business degree. Ever since I was a kid I have always been hyper sexual, lost my virginity at 13 and have been obsessed with women ever since.
All semester in one of my business classes, which is a huge lecture with over 200 people there has been a girl that stood out from the rest. For the sake of the story we will call her “Abby”. Abby is about 5’4 no more then 115 lbs tight perky breasts and an ass that is perfect. Abby is an instagram model, she has thousands of followers and gets paid to take pictures in yoga pants and bikinis. Abby always wears tight yoga pants showing off her sexy ass. Extremely beautiful face, the type that stands out with no makeup on, natural beauty. Abby is so beautiful I could not help but try and sit by her in class and shoot my shot. I am no looker by any means, but have never been afraid to go after beautiful women out of my league just in the off chance it works out. I would constantly sit by Abby and make small talk, little things about what we are learning about just to get my foot in the door. This class is tough and Abby had a hard time, the subject came naturally to me and I excelled in the class.
Send nudes.
Let me reconcile, asking for such things may be futile in this wording but instead of using such words how about i ask in such a fashion that the words will make you quiver in lust and want that you are unable to fight urges of exposing your true and amazing self.
This may seem like a lost cause at this point but in reality, you did consider doing so, if only for the shortest of seconds, you did want to do it. But when you started to think about it, the reward seems nearly too low to do such a thing or maybe your embarrassed to do something like that. This ultimately became an automatic response when seeing such a question and ended up being shamed upon. In reality, the reward is so great that non can comprehend the truth of what it really is. It is greater than a Gods will to save humanity in the depths of extinction. This reward, this amazing reward, is something that all of humanity should strive for. The reward that i have highly stated is simply, happiness. The happiness of support, the happiness of openness, and ultimately, the key to a happy life altogether. This is what people cannot find in these woeful days, the reason to be happy, to feel wanted and the reason to be positive about ones body. This is one of the only ways that you can achieve this, and it is so simple that everyone just brushes it aside as fake, unreal, totally wrong to do. But in reality, it is because it is so simple that people shame on the people who do so and think that it is un-beneficial. But once you break that mindset, the truth is ultimately revealed and the path towards true happiness is at your avail. Now with all of this in mind, take that picture, and with absolute certainty, it will reveal the true feelings that you have been wanting to express for such a long time, true happiness.
Drinking his crush
Jason layed her down, kissing his way down her core. He counted her ribs against his soft full lips. She bit her lips, goosebumps forming against her skin as he inched lower. Their hearts pounded, her hands found his shoulders as he took hold of her thighs. His rough hands were gentle. He didn’t force her, he didn’t have too. The ways he touched her, the way he spoke, the way his tongue traced hearts against her skin, she was melting, surrendering to him so willingly. He loved her, she knew. He didn’t have to breathe a word about his feelings, she could feel it.
His breath against her thighs wrote poetry, Shakey, broken with desire, longing. She looked down at him as his kisses became bites. She smiled as her legs spread submissively. He was marking her, with his wild wolf love. She didn’t even care. She wanted to be his. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and he was the best she’d ever had. She’d never known love making could feel like this. It’s everything she had ever wanted, and he hadn’t even started. He tugged at her panties and she smiled. They both wanted the same thing and she willingly lifted her tight round ass to allow him access. He was still being gentle… It was teasing her, she had liked it at first but she’d waited long enough. She ran her fingers through his wild black hair and pushed his face down between her legs smiling. He smirked and she exploded into giggles. “Tease” she smiled at him and they locked eyes as he kissed her. Her breath hitched and she started to breathe faster and faster as he made out with her. Her eyes closed, her back arched and she let out a long moan as his tongue slid from between her lips and into hers. “God… Jason” she nearly cried. She had no idea how badly she had needed him until this moment.
Morning Fantasy [MF]
Sunlight has started peaking through the closed blinds, rousing us from sleep. We’re curled up together to keep warm from the winter cold, and exchange warm “Good mornings” and grins. We chat a bit, enjoying each other’s company as we have nowhere to be anytime soon, and soon our jokes and giggles turn to sweet kisses.
The kisses start as soft exchanges between grins, but get more intimate over time. Eventually, our tongues find each other and begin intermingling, our former giggles turning to moans of pleasure. I roll over on top of you, continuing to make out with you, and sliding my hand from your breasts, down your sides, and to between your legs. Not to be outdone, you take your hand find my cock straining against my shorts, and fondle it, revelling in the moans that escape me as you do. With my hands pressed against your pussy though, I can feel the wetness through your pajama shorts, and with a grin, move to get them off of you.
I [F] impulsively sucked an older friend [M] as a thank you
Typically, I am an extremely reserved girl when it comes to relationships. I take a pride in my public appearance so I make sure to keep my ‘adventures’, as I call them, totally discrete. A large part of that is making sure my partners are somewhat removed socially from me. Of course, this doesn’t always quite work out – my naughty side can overcome my rationality.
I studied on the south coast of England, not too far from home but not close enough to call on my parents when I needed small favours. Most things I could sort out myself; but I accidentally damaged my bedside chest of drawers, or more accurately – my landlord’s bedside chest of draws. I owned up to it and they said there wasn’t any problem if I replace it. Bearing in mind this was new at the start of the year, but I didn’t exactly have a whole load of money laying around. So I took to gumtree and found one very cheap that looked in good condition; the only problem was it was about 30 miles away and my car wasn’t on the road. In my head I hatched this plan to get a train there and somehow use the train to get it back.
Me and My Brother – Rubber Out
**Fucking My Dear Brother…**
Last year, over Thanksgiving break, my mom made me and my brother share the guestroom because both sets of grandparents were in our rooms. I never thought we had anything in common because he’s a few years older than I am.
Since we had a bunch of time to spend together, we had a chance to talk. We liked many of the same things, and even worked at the same grocery store over the Summer, etc.
**“I remember working in that store,” my brother said.**
“Really? Was that old brown refrigerator still in the breakroom when you were there?” I sat with him upon the bed. He sat on the old camping cot mom made up for him.
He laughed. “God, yes. It’s still there?”
His laughter made me smile. “Sure is. It’s so ugly. It screeches just before it shuts of and then the motor makes this loud clunk. It’s so annoying. Luckily, I’m only in there for fifteen minutes for my break.”
My brother stared at me with a smile still on his face. It was odd, though, it felt like he was checking me out.
I’ve taken a risk and I’ve wrote about a fantasy of mine. Bestality
I just want to start by saying that I know this fantasy isn’t for everyone, but I’m posting that on the off chance I connect with someone that secretly has the same mentality as me. Before you read any further I’m not going to keep it a secret.
*I’ve got an interest in a hybrid mixture of Puppy Play and Bestiality.*
If you don’t want to get involved I totally understand but I wanted to give you a heads up before you discovered more below, if interest or curiosity has taken a hold today then I encourage you to read further.
Now I want to start by saying that the actions in this post are purely fictional and that although I have this fond fantasy that I play over and over in my head, at this present time I haven’t acted nor do I intend to act out this fantasy in the near or distance future.
**It will remain in fantasy land**
I might get down voted like crazy for this post, but if there is anyone, anyone at all that had a mild to extreme interest in the topic then please reach out! I might fall on deaf ears but I’m interested in trying.
I’m taking a risk, I wrote a story about a fantasy of mine. Bestality.
**Edit** I don’t have enough time to respond to everyone! I wish I did. Thank you all for the positive support! I didn’t expect it one bit. I wish I could talk to you all! But there isn’t enough hours in the day! ♥️
I just want to start by saying that I know this fantasy isn’t for everyone, but I’m posting that on the off chance I connect with someone that secretly has the same mentality as me. Before you read any further I’m not going to keep it a secret.
*I’ve got an interest in a hybrid mixture of Puppy Play and Bestiality.*
If you don’t want to get involved I totally understand but I wanted to give you a heads up before you discovered more below, if interest or curiosity has taken a hold today then I encourage you to read further.
Now I want to start by saying that the actions in this post are purely fictional and that although I have this fond fantasy that I play over and over in my head, at this present time I haven’t acted nor do I intend to act out this fantasy in the near or distance future.
Good Cowboy [fm] [Fdom] [huml] [bdsm]
G was exactly the type of girl referred to in the saying “don’t stick your dick in crazy”. She was absolutely crazy, but this was not always immediately apparent to everyone. Maybe this was because she was also insanely attractive in a conventional way, leading to so many males discarding all of their rational thinking upon seeing her cute, busty little body and doll face. Due to this, those who crossed paths with her often ended up with very unusual fates.
She may have not been the brightest, but she could just wear a low cut top and sleep with a different guy every day if she wanted to, which was all the power she needed. But instead, she was on a constant mission to finding “the right guy”. Of course, the breakup was always his fault, and often based on nothing but “bad feelings”, suspicions or gossip. She would then often punish those who she thought had wronged her in strangely creative ways.