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His Turn (Part One) [MF] [Dominant Female] [Anal Play] [Teasing] [Rimjob] [Oral]

I’m not sure what I want other than touch this evening. My lover’s mood is also strange he’s leaning into me to be held and touching me so gently it’s more of a suggestion of contact. I know he wants me the look in his eyes says as much. Though it’s very different he’s almost meek and unsure of himself. It’s far from a bad thing I’m just unsure what he’s looking for, so I grab his ass.

He leans into my touch allow my hand to explore to it through his jeans. I let myself grow bolder and decide to slip my hand into his pants. His ass is great to hold such soft skin but firm muscle so you feel like you’re really holding something. I almost want to pinch it but I don’t want to test this new mood so soon.

I loosen his belt to allow me more access to him. I let my fingers roam exploring his body and relishing in the touch. I kiss his back and reach my hand around to go for his cock, but I trail my hand around his waist lazily. I’m amused with myself for treating him like sudden movements will scare him. My fingers gently brush the base of his shaft and run a singular finger to the tip. Read more »

Girl asked [M]e to find her [F]riend someone too …

**SKIP TO BOLD FOR NSFW CONTENT…**

Since this story we have all moved on with our lives so I will use fake names throughout and in the future. A bit about me. I’m from the East Coast, about 5’10”, and have a pretty average build. I went to an art school in Chicago and had a great time. :)

I was a 24 year old sophomore when I was living in the Boystown neighborhood of Chicago back in college. Doing a little work before college meant that I was one of the older students, but also that I could afford a small one bedroom away from campus in the South Loop. Great spot with a fair bit of privacy. Now living in LA I miss how late everything was open. One night I get a text from Erica asking if I was up for a walk. I look at my clock and it’s only about 9p so I tell her to meet me at the 24hr diner by the Belmont L. Read more »

[MF] one of my dirtiest nights

I wanted to share a particularly slutty time I had. This was after a nice dinner out but I’ll get straight to the good stuff.

I was lying on the bed and my hands were handcuffed together I was wearing black thigh high stockings, garter belt, lace thong and cup-less bra. My boyfriend came in and told me I looked like such a whore and he was going to treat me like one. He told me to get in head down, ass up position. I hesitated and he marched over, grabbed my hair forcefully and said “I gave you a command” and roughly turned me over, grabbed my hips and pulled me into the position. “Now I’m going to have to punish you.”

He pulled out a paddle and spanked me. Hard. “Now you know what to do kitten. Count them out” He spanked me 10 times as I counted. “good girl” he cooed before suddenly shoving a butt plug in. My ass cheeks were bright red at this point as he did not hold back. They were stinging in the best way. Read more »

First day after period [m]

See my other posts for the hot sex filled years I had in graduate school.

This particular time she had her first period after we started having sex. Those 3 days were hard for her and me. Her disappointment to not fuck 3 to 5 times a day was evident.

She has the facial look of Rani Mukherjee with the body of Alia Bhatt. Small features , B cup and ass that fit into my palms. Her eyes were maskara lined always and hair left in a frizzle. Best feature were the eyes and hard tummy. The brests were small and she liked lots of pressure and bites. Her pussy was magical heaven, and she had a thin new pubic hair line that’s usual for a growing adult. Basically a spinner built for heavy cardio sex.

She initiated sex often and played rough when in mood. She didnt flinch from role play , role playing my ex GFs and flames and wore every lingerie that I got for ber..

Her sex drive matched mine closely and it meant i could cum inside her 5 times in a single day. Weekend days were basically sex interspersed with food & cricket. Read more »

One last time ?

For some context, I’m a brown hair to my waist, curvy, tattooed, rocker 27 years old girl.
English is not my first language, so go easy on me :) Read more »

[20F] [M]eeting on “Tinder”

This happened in the summer of 2018. I returned to college from home for my final year in college while my dry spell has continued into its fourth month. Touching myself will do it for me for two hours, but leaves me wanting more always, and I end up in a sad horny phase and brings me to this upward (or downward?) horny spiral that will not end.

Knowing that I will probably not end up either working or continuing education around anywhere close to where I was, I decided that I am not looking for a long term relationship. I started going to try my luck on all the dating apps that I can lay my hands on. Tinder, Bumble, CoffeeMeetsBagel, you name it. I wanted a long term fuck buddy to end my dry spell. I wanted someone that will fuck me properly, tie my hands up, put a blindfold around me, spank my ass, and fuck me with absolutely no mercy and turn my desert of a pussy into a fucking ocean. Read more »

Finally Getting What You Wanted [MF]

His hands trembled as he tugged at the zipper at the back of her red sundress. He had imagined undressing her so many times before. It would be impossible to even count the nights since the day he’d first met her, fluttering around and lighting up the lecture hall with her sweet smile and low cut t-shirts, that he’d spent wondering what it’d be like to have her bare skin under his hands and huge brown eyes staring up at him.

He’d been far too shy then, and there was always another guy with an arm draped around her. Every man around her was driven crazy by her quick wit, her smirk, and the heat in her eyes while she explained how wrong you were. More than once, he’d watch her slip off with those same men at a party somewhere, later pretending nothing had happened.
More than anything, he wanted to see that heat from her.

“You are so lovely,” he murmured between kisses over her collar bone as he pulled her dress off her shoulders and away from her body. He considered pinching himself to make sure this was real, but if this was a dream he did not want to wake up just as her dress pooled at her feet in the floor. Read more »

The Time I Licked Her Socks Clean in a Movie Theatre [FM]

The beauty of being a sex slave is that you can explore some of the most eccentric fantasies imaginable. It’s best when it’s a sex-only relationship, because the other party is just as kinky and you don’t have to worry about fear of judgment from mutual friends or co-workers.

I knew my Goddess for close to a year. I purchased her worn panties twice a month before she mentioned one of her past slaves. I inquired on how I too, could become a slave, and she told me the price they paid and the acts they performed.

Earlier on, I learned the hard way that my likes and needs didn’t matter. I learned she called all the shots. She defined what it means to be submissive and whatever she says goes. I don’t critique, question, or argue with any of it. She is my everything.

I don’t know a thing about her personal life, but judging from her appearance, she had very refined taste, dressed well and was naturally beautiful. Even the bags she handed me her used panties in looked nice. She was creative but at first glance looked more like a honor student on a university campus than a dominant Goddess. Read more »

[MF] All Customers Are Satisfied!

**This story was originally a prompt sent to me by u/MostlyMostlyAverage**

Rocky had just moved into the neighborhood. He had seen us drinking out in Rachel’s patio when he stopped by and greeted us. He said he ran a massage parlor in his apartment and he gave us his card.

“All customers are satisfied! I guarantee!”

I had been wondering what he had meant by “all customers satisfied” when I had read over his business card. Rachel had said something when he walked away too.

“Satisfied, huh?” she said, giggling while sipping on her coffee.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, it’s obvious Dani. Don’t be so dense. The guy is a prostitute.”

“Shut up Rachel,” Kathy said.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Who runs a ‘massage parlor’ out of their apartment? Besides, would you blame any girl for hitting him up if they are hard up for some.”

Rachel laughed and it filled the entire street. The rest of them laughed along with her, but I just let my gaze meet the concrete and I wondered if what she had said was true. Read more »