The Best Apartment Tour Ever [MF]

I went to go look at an apartment the other day. It was interesting, to say the least.

So I walked in the door and the little bell jingled above me. I walked towards the front desk and sat down, waiting.

A young guy – in his 20s for sure – came out from the office and extended his hand to me. I stood and shook his hand, smiling.

“Tristen,” he said. “How can I help you?”

“Hi, Tristen. I’m Ginger.” I answered. I explained to him how I was looking for a new place in the area and wanted to take a tour. He nodded and started pulling out a brochure.

As he gathered documents together, I played with my ring. I could see him looking at it.

“Are you engaged?” he asked me.

I was a bit surprised he would ask this question, but not bothered by it.

“No.”

He looked at the ring and I looked down at it as well. “This is a $6 ring from Ross.”

We both laughed.

“It helps at bars when guys won’t leave me alone!” I explained.

He chuckled and said, “I’d imagine so.”

Advent Kinkendar: December 13th [Ffm]

It was far from easy to find a comfortable position to sleep last night, my body is bruised and sore all over. And yet my overwhelming feeling about the whole thing is pride and satisfaction. Apparently being a service slut also extends to full on masochism, for me at least. I keep finding myself admiring the colours of my bruises, and I can’t help running my fingers over the welts, feeling how they’re raised from the rest of my skin, and finding a perverse pleasure in the sensitivity of it all.

As Miss fingered me awake this morning, I wriggled and writhed more than usual. The aches from yesterday, combined with the discomfort when I sat on any of the marks, made for a complicated climax. But climax I did, and it was phenomenal.

I remember I was panting quite hard as Miss handed us our boxes, still feeling stiff and drained from yesterday. It took me a minute to register what was inside, and even after picking up the small digital camera with remote, and a little tripod, Miss had to prompt me to go back for the note in the bottom:

>At least one full nude outdoors  

[MF] – Met a lovely redhead in #Nashville

Early this week, I saw a post from /u/nashflashfemale, who I will call Holly, and started a conversation while she flew at about 37 thousand feet from the west coast. Great conversation and we agree to meet on Wednesday to explore some Nashville beer. I am going to call her Holly, as I am into the holiday spirit.

Tuesday night, she calls and is upset about another date that ended in disaster. We talk. She talks to my wife. We agree to meet Wednesday. I will try to keep this brief rather than a play by play, as she has already spelled it out [in this post]( https://old.reddit.com/r/dirtyr4r/comments/e9r2zg/35_f4m_nashville_exceed_my_expectations_success/).

First impression IRL was her getting out of the Uber. Nicely dressed in a mid-length top and sweats. She has a nice hourglass figure and she does look quite young, like her pictures. Personally, I think she looks better than her pictures. We have a couple of flights and a great conversation with lots of laughing. I love she is not constrained in laughing out loud. Humor is a sign of a good relationship, me thinks. :D

I [M] fucked my transgender [M] roommate

So yeah I fucked my roommate after I knew that he was originally a girl, and while I was fucking him and he started saying fuck my tight pussy wtf I couldn’t process what was happening am I fucking a man with a vagina or a woman with beard or both lol no offense to the trans community but what is the point of transitioning from female to male and still getting fucked by men

Roadhead from My Cheerleader Crush over Christmas [MF]

There’s only so much time you can spend with your extended family before it starts to drive you nuts. I was home for Christmas from the city a few hundred miles away where I went to college. I’d had just about enough of White Christmas and playing legos with my cousins so I hopped in my truck and drove out to a roadside bar that hadn’t paid too much attention to our fake IDs when I was underage.

It was decently packed, I figured I’d run into some of the old crew so I picked an open seat at the bar, ordered a longneck and took in the room. Seemed like most of the people were in the same boat as me, escaping from too much family time to the noisy confines of a dive bar.

“Oh my god! Hi!” Lilly wrapped her arms around my neck from behind and gave me a squeeze.

“Hey stranger!” I turned to look at her. She still looked amazing. In highschool, Lilly was the bubbly cheerleader with the long string of disappointing white-trash boyfriends. She was probably 5’8″, with a toned athlete’s body, wearing cowboy boots, jeans that accentuated her perky, firm ass and a snap-button western shirt that was unbuttoned enough to show her pert b-cups.

Interrupted My Masturbating Babysitter

By Rodney Robertsen

Clark smiled at Ginger as he reached for his wallet. The pretty blonde college student was standing in front of him, her long pale hair swept back over her shoulders, her pert 19-year old breasts jutting out of a tight grey sweater which didn’t come down far enough to cover her skinny tanned midriff with a cute orange belly button piercing. Her shapely calves were bare, small feet in flip flops, and her slender thighs poked out of blue jean cut-offs.

Clark’s wife Betty was already upstairs and in bed. The two had gotten home from an exhausting company party, and Betty had given him a peck on the cheek as they walked up the stairs, her ample ass moving in her long dress. “Can you go pay Ginger and drive her home if she needs it? I’m tired. I’ll peek on the kids, and then I’m hitting the hay. I assume you’re going to unwind on a game or something?” Clark told her “Yep,” and came back downstairs, where Ginger was waiting.

[FM] All tied up in a stranger’s hotel room

There I was, a 24-year-old chick in the Upper Midwest, yearning for no-strings sexual attention after a breakup. And there he was, Joseph, a 35-year-old man, introducing himself in my inbox. He said he would be on a business trip in my city in a week and offered to chat and see where things go. I indulged in the conversation, keeping an open mind to what is typically an unlikely scenario. By the time he was on the plane to my city it was clear that this hookup might actually happen. Two days into his stay, we made plans for me to come to his hotel room downtown.

I’ve had experience [hooking up with a stranger in a hotel room](https://reddit.app.link/XLabkcnfo2) before, which made me less nervous, but as I’ve mentioned in most of my stories, the nerves are never nonexistent no matter how many times you’ve done this kind of thing. We texted beforehand about what we were hoping to do, our likes and dislikes, etc. The thorough communication mixed with smoking some pot beforehand made me nice and relaxed when I got to the hotel. (I did get super lost trying to find his room though. That’s the downside of getting blazed I guess.)

My daughter’s girlfriend finger fucked me. [FF]

My [F45] daughter came home for the weekend from university and brought home her girlfriend (Sara) for us to meet. She was 19, tall with a petite build and attractive face with deep brown eyes. With expertly applied makeup is was easy to find yourself staring at her.

She was chatty and confident. She could have fitted in anywhere and I was glad she felt relaxed in our home. On the Saturday night the pair of them went out and I didn’t expect them back until late.

I was ready for bed dressed in just a robe fetching a glass of water when I was surprised at their return before midnight. They were both quite drunk and Sara was helping my daughter who was using any surface within reach to steady herself. I helped them both stagger to the front room and they flopped down on the sofa.

I fetched them some water and when I returned into the room the two of them were giggling.

“Show Sara your tits Mum, she is jealous of how big they are.”

Kinky Advent 12/24 [F] [Bi] [bdsm]

Thinking it would be an easy task to ‘only send a naughty pic’ from a dancy night out yesterday made me act negligent regarding my other assignments as well. So with that I added 4 dashes to my tally yesterday eventhough my Dom was assigning me an easy task after the original idea for day 12 fell through. Thinking about it I grudgingly have to admit I tend to get a little careless as soon as he’s showing a more lenient approach. Seems like the more effort is needed the higher my motivation. Reflecting on that since morning I’m giving yesterday’s task a 8/10 in intensity.

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See my previous post for an explanation of the title and stay tuned for the next day’s :) I’ll try to post some pictures somewhere around here so check out my profile if interested!

Did this before so I’m back. [f]

So my Sir thought for today to help occupy my mind we would put something to a vote. Tomorrow I’ll share a story and today y’all can decide what it’s going to be. These are your options….

1. The night I met my now Dom bf. (Graphic definitely with some triggers)

2. How I got fired from dominos, an think cause my manager to move stores.

3. My first experience with a group of men (in a controlled setting)

Vote in comments. Most voted gets posted tomorrow. Hopefully with a little extra.