This story is based loosely on something that happened one night. Things don’t always work out the way I’d like them to, but, I do like to write about the “what if” scenarios to create something entertaining for you to read. I’m not a writer, by any means, but, I do like to tell a story by using actual events of my life mixed with other things that I have experienced. If the story is completely “true”, I make a note of it either in the beginning or the end..I wrote this a while ago, and I’m posting it now, while I write new stories for you to enjoy! hope you like it.
“The After Hours Club With Kayla”
I used to go to bars AND when I used to drink (Which I gave up a few years ago) Everything was all fun in the beginning, but then it got old. We’d start off at the bars and clubs, then a group of us would head to an after hours club. I don’t know why it was allowed to be open until 3:00A.M., while every bar in my state had to be closed at 2:00A.M.
I, disgusting foot fetishist, got [M]y hands on the babysitter’s high heels [F]
I’ll keep this short because I’m sure it’s of limited appeal, but I just need to get this off my chest because it was a lot of fun.
We sometimes hire a young babysitter for our two kids. By young, I mean 19. She’s a college student and she’s skinny and cute, by no means looks like a supermodel, but I definitely find her pretty cute. We hired her last Friday evening. She came over straight from school, so she was wearing high heels with her jeans. She also brought a pair of Birkenstocks to change into. So she kicked off her heels in our dining room, threw on the sandals and took the kids out to play. Later on she took an Uber home.
But she had left something behind! Her heels were sitting on our dining room floor on Saturday morning. I texted her to let her know she had forgotten her shoes and she offered to come by and pick them up Monday afternoon. No problem.
Poison [MF]
She is poison. She is venom of the worst sort. I find myself sitting across from her anyway. Worse still, I find myself wanting her, her poison be damned! Wanting to roll the dice and taste her seduction; without choking on the poison that always comes with it.
She is poison. She’s destroyed men I felt were much stronger than me. Still, I’m getting drawn into her eyes that study me, feeling her striping the clothes virtually off of my body, imagining all of the ways she will pull me in, desperate to wanting her touch.
She is poison, and I cannot help myself but to want a taste of it. I’ve always come to her rescue after she’s burned all the bridges down around her. I’ve always given her the shoulder to cry on, the understanding, the loyalty. Before now, I avoided the poison that she is. But I have lived my life avoiding poisons of all sorts. I have driven down the road of the straight and narrow and still have gotten rammed into. My life is currently a car wreck of metal and flesh and blood and bone. I hurt, I weep. And I am too tired to avoid a possible taste of poison now. From my current vantage point, dying from her wicked poison seems a fate better than dying from what already ails me.
Late night at the office
I am cleaning the office and see her at her desk all alone. I am wondering why she is at the office so late. She didn’t hear or see me because she’s so caught up with whatever she’s working on. But then one of my earphones falls out of my ear as I grab a garbage can and I hear a moan. I turn and look at her. That’s when I realize she has her legs on her desk and head leaned all the way back. I slowly walk up behind her so that she doesn’t notice me. I see her heels off, panties on the ground, blouse unbuttoned showing off her sexy black satin bra. She’s rubbing her clit with a little vibrator.
My dick instantly gets hard, so I quietly unzip my pants and take it out. it’s so uncomfortable to have a boner with pants on. I’m stroking my cock just listening to her moan and watching her rub her clit. I want a taste of that pussy so bad. She’s yelling, “Yes, daddy, yes.” I’m imagining her saying that about me. I can’t take it anymore, so I approach her and cover her mouth and look right into her eyes. She freaks out and she tries to sit up straight and cover herself but my grip over her mouth is so firm that all she does is sit still in shock.
I [F] lost my virginity to a guy I met on vacation
I’m 28 years old, so I’m a bit late to the party.
I went on vacation to Europe for 3 weeks with my sister and our final stop was Rome. I didn’t really meet any guys prior, since most of them drew attention to my sister, which was fine with me, I wasn’t really looking for anything.
It was our first day in Rome, we were pretty tired since our flght from London was pretty early. We wanted to get something to eat then do some sightseeing near our hostal. So we went out, thinking it’d be an early night. We were infront of a church, taking pictures and just admiring it. Then a guy comes up to us and asks me if I could take a picture. I said sure, thinking nothing of it. Then he offers to take a picture of us, after that he just asks us the basic introductory questions (where are you from, is this your first day here, how long are you gonna be here, etc).. turns out he’s italian, well cool. I also notice he’s pretty handsome.
Helping a vanilla [f]riend get a little [m]ore kinky
Rose and I had hooked up a few times, but this was easily the most fun we’d ever had.
Rose, a 26 year old, is 5’6, very skinny, with auburn hair, big brown eyes, A cups above a taut stomach, and a goofy grin that never fails to make me smile in return. Also one of those lovely asses that isn’t *phat* but is round and perfectly grabbable. I’m 5’10, 155 lbs and athletic. Covered in tattoos and chest hair, olive skin, thick beard, and hazel eyes.
Pent up demand results in explosive sexual exploration. [MF]
I’m Male, 52, muscular, slender.
I fetishize sexual growth. I met women, date them for a few years and change their perceptions of sex/relationships. They always seem to use the tools I provide to move on in positive relationship directions.
My last student was a babe in the woods 5 years ago after her divorce. I took her to her first festival, her first sex club, had her first threesomes and so many more firsts. She’s a proud slut and kinkster now.
I never fall into routine. It’s more like I learn how to pleasure a lady, then use those individual things to build a language, then write poetry.
My current student is a tall, slim, muscular, with no boobs but amazing nips that can make her come. She is about to be 50.
She likes to be told what to do, especially because she has always been rewarded with pleasure for it.
I’ve seen her for 15 months. She was a babe in the woods when we met, and had not sex in 4 years. Generally poor relationships with men in the past including her marriage. She’s certainly never had someone dedicated to pleasing.
[MF] Wife slept with her big dick ex
My wife recently admitted that she hooked up with her ex for a few weekends of sex when we were separated last year. Since we were separated it was fair game but still makes me jealous AF !
She said it was just sex and hasnt said much else yet. I know she mentioned her ex in years past as a hot black guy with a huge cock that was great in bed but I was surprised she went back to him .
Msg for more info
Family Sunday! [incest] [brother and sister] [mom and dad] [masturbation] [porn]
So, I have this really warped fantasy of porn and masturbation being a norm among family members, so much so, that it would be done in front of family members. For example, a daughter masturbating in the kitchen, in the presence of her father and mother, but it would be a norm, and no one would find fault in it. It’s a crazy fantasy, and probably super weird, but I think it’s also super hot! So enjoy my little piece on an alternate reality in which a family engages in watching porn and masturbating together!
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It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and the Jonas family were all sitting in the living room watching tv. The porn that was playing on tv was just loud enough, and there the family sat, each one naked fondling their most intimate parts, just like every other Sunday afternoon.
The mother, Stephanie turned to her husband, John and they started making out and touching each other’s private parts. The daughter, Alice and the son, Jackson watched on and picked up their own tempo.
[MF] Planning for the Next Adventure
(sort of continuation/interlude from my last post)
One of the less conventional solutions to scheduling problems is to just mix work and play, sort off.
We both travel for work and don’t really have the usually 8-5 jobs. Like a lot of you can relate to, there comes a point where you work until the work is done and you’re too old/senior to clock off at “EOD” and pretend you step off into a different reality.
She had a work event that requires them to end late, fortunately her employer provided accommodation (and surprisingly decent accommodation). She asked if I can drop by, I offered to bring some food/snacks – because a gentleman should atleast try. We were off to the races.
The lobby phoned her room and i was assisted to the elevator (posh!). I got to her door and felt relieved i actually arrived a little early. She greeted me in what i think is a tank top, the sort ladies wear in the gym over their sports bra. We sat at the small table and had sandwiches. Conversation was steered to current events, ninja cops (and no, they do not do karate or throw metal stars), hazing, online bullying and since neither of us was brave enough to figure if one of us was a DDS, we stayed in neutral grounds. By the time we were done chatting i was exhausted. She smiled and asked if i wanted to rest for awhile. I wasn’t in a position to say no.