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Fucked in Mud [Str8] [F] [nc] [bdsm]

Feeling unfulfilled by city life and feeling adventurous and horny, you decide to make a solo day trip to a village in the country. You decide it would be fun to get some attention from random men along the way. It is a hot summer day, so you wear a light dress, no bra, and comfortable shoes to go on a walk.

You board the train in your city and have fun watching and fantasizing about various men and women on the train. You imagine some with no or few clothes, thinking about what their bodies look like under their clothes, the shapes and sizes of their breasts or penises, what kind of hair or body art or jewelry they have concealed or which they allow glimpses through the movement of their bodies on the train.

A few men barely conceal their stares at your purposefully unrestrained breasts and your bare legs and ankles. The thought that these strangers are looking and enjoying your figure makes you feel even more aroused. Read more »

[FF] First Date, From the Bar to Home and Ravishing Sex!

Julie’s first kiss with a girl wasn’t her last. Our first kiss on the sofa in the wine bar lasted more than a few seconds. I broke our lip-lock, smiled, and relished the taste of her lips. I didn’t want to attract a crowd. She was blushing and smiled back. “That was, mmm, nice,” she whispered, “I want more.” She leaned into me and frenched me again. God her lips were divine. I felt her up as we kissed, squeezing her breasts through her devilishly sexy dress as our tongues touched. Our lips parted. Want to know what happened next? Let’s just say lots of clothes came off! [See for yourself](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/10/30/sex-with-julie-an-all-night-girl-on-girl-affair/)

[MF] Navy Midwatch

This happened back in the day while I was still in the navy about 25 years ago.

As a young Chief Petty Officer (senior enlisted) I was witnessing the military going through dramatic changes and placing females in more and more complex and combative roles.

By the time these “split tales” were getting to small combatant ships, the Navy, in its infinite wisdom decided that placing a few officers on board first would ease the transition, because everyone knows that a 23 old Ensign fresh from college has all the control and professionalism required to avoid any misconduct.

But we had five females on board, two mid-grade officers and 3 junior officers. How many guys you might wonder? The crew was about 285 so you can do the math of women to men ratio. Now might be a good time to let you know the average age of anyone in our military is under 30.

Introducing Miss Sara Stevens. The BARELY 23 year old checked on board about two months before we deployed and only after she graduated from college not two months prior. This seemingly innocent blonde haired beauty was quickly a focal point for most of the men. Read more »

[RapeFantasy] [Kidnapping]

When I woke up I wasn’t at my house. I’m a heavy sleeper, so I woke up in a panic, I had to have been kidnapped. It was dark, too dark, and my hands were bound. I was laying down, a bed, maybe? I tried to calm myself, listening to what was going on around me. It was quiet… too quiet, so I started trying to free my hands.

I heard sinister laughter in my vicinity, as if it were triggered by my movement, someone waiting there, watching me sleeping, waiting for signs of life… was I drugged? I had to have been. I’m a heavy sleeper, but there’s no way I would have slept through this.

I stopped moving at the sound of the laughter. My heart rate spiked, my breathing gave away the dread that I would have otherwise tried to hide. I’m not weak. I will not just cave in. I have to… footsteps, I hear footsteps.

I bite down on my tongue, the pain centers me. I focus on that instead of the infinite possible reasons that I’m in this situation. I try to calm my breathing, clear my thoughts. I am not weak. I will get through this. I will find my way… a touch, I feel someone touching me… my stomach. Bare skin. Read more »

[M]y [f]irst reddit [SUCCESS] story

Five years ago, I was in the unfortunate situation where I had broken up with my girlfriend, but we were still living out the lease together. Yikes, I know. So I did my best to get out of the house as often as I could. One prong of this approach was to post and respond on the r4r subreddits: /r/dirtyr4r, /r/BaltimoreAndDCr4r, even Troll4Troll. Yes, there is such a subreddit, which I only found through using the somehow then-working search function and looking for “f4m” and “VA” or “DC”. It was there that I found the (long since deleted) post that described a 27 year old woman who was traveling for work and would be in town for a week and was looking for a date. I messaged her and described myself, a 25 year old 5’10 athletic guy with brown hair and a beard, a lot of chest hair, and some tattoos. I included a picture and listed a few interests, but didn’t get my hopes up– internet personals aren’t known for their high response rate. Read more »

[M]y [F]riend became my FWB.

I’d known Becky for several years. She was 11 years younger than I. I saw her grow up from an awkward teenager into a sexy young woman. Our paths occasionally crossed over the years, out and about around town after she became old enough to get in the bars. We’d chit chat and just catch up generally with some slight flirting here and there. Nothing ever really serious.

One afternoon she texted me out of the blue. She said if you’re free tonight, let’s hang out. I was free so I replied back offering up dinner and drinks. She said that sounded good and plans were set.

That evening, we met at a local restaurant. As she stepped out of her car, all I could see was leg. She has very nice long legs anyhow, but that night she was showing them off a little extra wearing a pair of very short tight jean shorts. She also had on a white sleeveless button down top tied at the bottom and a tank top underneath. She looked very sexy and I’d be lying if I didn’t have a few dirty thoughts upon seeing her, but I maintained my composure as she greeted me with a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. Read more »

Now imagine this [FM]

“Is this it?” I wonder out loud as I pull my car up outside the nondescript brick apartment building. “Number 64.” Huh; not quite what I was expecting. End of the driveway, he said. I walk up the drive, a little purposefully, but it is an act: I don’t belong here.

The door for number three is there as promised. The brass number is a little tarnished and suddenly I am mindful of how quiet is is on a Tuesday morning. I try the door handle and find it unlocked, the door swinging open in my hand. A wave of cool air washes over me, clearly the aye cee running to knock the last of summers humidity out of the air inside. “This will be good,” the first mindful thought I have since stepping out of the car, as I reflect on the leather bustier that creaks ever so softly with every movement I make under my dress.

The door closes noisily behind me and I cringe a little. Standing inside the bottom of a stairwell I look past the islander artifacs hanging from the walls and try to peer around the corner as I reach the top of the first flight. There they are. Read more »

Little Fucktoy [MF][Bondage]

Tuesday, not much special about it. honestly most Tuesdays I chalk up to failures as far as days go. They’re not as scary as Monday, and don’t give me hope like Thursday or Friday… Nah, tuesday’s normally got nothing to get me going, but today’s a little different. Tonight I’ve got a toy to play with, and she’s been on my mind ever since we booked the hotel.

I arrive on time, and I watch your car pull into the parking lot. Perfect. We exchange greetings and a kiss. Our hands join, but not before I smack your cute, tight ass. You smile at me in your demure way. “Why are you such a whore?” I tease. “Because it’s so much fun!” you grin at me sideways, I concurr. It’s good to have a proper fucktoy around after a long Tuesday. My mind races in anticipation of the evening.

We run through some idle small talk while in earshot of the receptionist, who gives us our key and promptly leaves us alone. I take the chance to run my eyes over you for the millionth time, not that it’ll ever grow old. You’ve got these perfect little tits that are within grabbing distance, and I wrap my hand around one of them as we enter the elevator. Read more »