[MF] (M)y first time having sex was a CNC roleplay session (Trigger Warning: CNC)

I met a woman on Fetlife who posted about her rape fantasies. We made arrangements to meet up for a CNC scene. She knew that I was “very inexperienced” however I didn’t tell her that it was my first time until afterwards. She later wrote about her experiences with our encounter and posted it to FetLife and gave me permission to cross post it here (she doesn’t use Reddit). I changed the username to my Reddit handle.

Feel free to ask questions or PM me.

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Athanaricari private messaged my through FetLife, clearly having read my writings, kinks and profile(!!!) in advance. Wow, is that ever sexy or what? Someone who reads your profile…

We exchanged long messages over the course of 2 weeks, hammering out the skeleton of a CNC role-play. We had several overlapping kinks. One of my turn-ons is not knowing what will happen, the element of surprise. Athanaricari proposed that CNC play would occur during martial arts training, a massage, or the increasing stakes of a board game gone wrong. I didn’t know which. We also had an overlapping sleep CNC kink and bondage as well. He rented a small AirBnB house between our towns.

[M]e and my ex [f]ucked over summer break

We had dated for several months during highschool but, being from a very mormon town and being pretty religious myself (back then at least) sex was something that I tended to stay away from. Consequently, although we came close a couple times, we never really went all the way. Instead, the furthest we went was maybe a blow job here or a hand job there, all done and stopped before completion.

So, several years later, I was surprised to see her name friend requesting me on my snapchat. We talked for a little bit and the conversation slowly moved back to summer break and if we were going to be in the same town. This whole time I was remembering her petite asian body — how perky and small her tits were. How firm her ass was from cross country. I remembered the last time we had fooled around and she had given me a hand job, bouncing up and down like she was riding me. I remembered my friends saying that she still talked about me and I decided to take a chance. I typed “btw, I’ve always kind of wondered what it would have been like if we had gone all the way during high school. Do you feel the same way?”

[MMF] sexy photoshoot turned threesome

Spent the weekend at a new friends place, he had been friends with my boyfriend since high school but they had lost touch and recently reconnected at our Friend’s Wedding, we were in the wedding party and he was the photographer. The wedding they had was a destination wedding so we got to know each other pretty well over that week. Me and the bride ended up doing a Boudoir shoot for her husband while he took our photos. More on that some other time..

With how life goes we didn’t end up seeing each other for a couple months but we had a great time at the wedding. so I messaged him, I’m like hey we need to get together it’s been a while. I think this surprised him a bit, as it had been awhile and well, a lot of people are flakes. We figured out a day that would work and made plans.

we drove out to his place, couple hours away, and we did a cook-off and drinks, some tokes on the deck, hanging out having a good time. Had an amazing dinner, our friend was a damn good cook. I helped him prepare some props for his photoshoot the next day, and he showed me some techniques on lightroom while my boyfriend was watching sports.

An unexpected surprise – The tail plug.

“Cheer up babe, it could be worse, I could have left you at home alone again.” Your comments don’t ease me at all. Sulking, I look out of the window.

“Plus once we get to the party and you start to relax you’ll only realise just how little of an inconvenience it is” your words only reinforcing my already uneasy mood.

My mind wanders into what is to come. How am I supposed to hide this from everyone? Why did I ever agree to come along like this!? These thoughts race through my mind as with every second I reposition myself on the front seat to alleviate any discomfort. 

The sudden end of our journey interrupts my day dreaming as you slow down and park in front of the house. In my mind I decide I will never let you do this to me ever again. Not in public, never ever.

You open the passenger door for me, even under the current circumstances you’re still a gentleman to me.

Fantasy; the fairy and the human

THis is a first for me, I usually never write fantasy so this was definitely more challenging than I’m used to. Thank you for the suggestion (Although I did change it a bit), u/theDudeist00

A fairy and a human are not supposed to fall in love. The size difference alone is a deterrent, let alone the cultural taboo from humans; which is a direct result of the conflict between the fae culture of embracing love and sexuality. They’re immortal.

Delphi stood 5 inches tall, with beautiful periwinkle wings and dark curly hair that fell to just below her shoulders. Her olive skin always seemed to have a slightly golden glow, her green eyes twinkled with a mischief that drew creatures in. Even among fae she was considered a great beauty.

It was no surprise that when John saw her one night, dancing and creating a fairy circle (that so many humans falsely considered bad luck), his heart skipped a beat and the attraction qas instant. Cautiously he approached her, his fear outweighed by his body.

“Hello? I’m sorry to interrupt but…” he trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

Brittany’s New Puppy III: Going Deeper [ff] [bst] [inc]

“Shit,” Sarah swore softly under her breath. She sat on her bed, watching her sister Brittany with an almost morbid fascination. Brittany lay on her stomach on the ground, completely naked and pinning down her dog Cooper as she sucked on his large canine cock. She worked with enthusiasm, her hand pumping tirelessly while she bobbed up and down, her tongue teasing the full length of the animal’s shaft. As Sarah watched, Brittany pulled away, a victorious grin on her face.

“Yes!” Brittany exclaimed, laughing as a stream of cum exploded from Cooper’s dick, coating her face with runny dog jizz. Sarah sighed, a little impressed by her younger sister, but mostly hoping that she’d forget the…

“Looks like I win,” Brittany said, suddenly standing in front of Sarah and pulling her out of her thoughts.

“It was hardly a fair bet to begin with,” Sarah countered. “You’ve sucked Cooper off so much more than I have.”

“It’s not like I’ve ever stopped you from practicing,” Brittany replied. “And besides, you had like twenty minutes to get him off. I could see him getting bored waiting for you to give up.”

[MF] Slow Living Room Blowjob

I’m addicted to the slow living room blowjob. Kneeling in front of him and running my tongue over his cock while he lounges on the sofa and sips his wine, telling me whatever the fuck is on his mind–doing nothing other than this–God it’s satisfying.

I’m sure some of my addiction is from the sheer physical thrill. I can taste him, and at times there’s nothing else to think about other than the unique salty spice of his cock.

But I know some of it is what he says, too. It’s work stuff, it’s life stuff, it’s kinky shit we’ve wanted to talk about but find it difficult to approach in between home repair and grocery lists.

On my knees between his legs like this, just the two of us in the room, we are in the bubble of Just Us, and it’s fucking perfect. He works up a buzz on that wine while I drag my lips up and down his shaft. Sometimes I stop for a moment to ask him a question, to answer one of his. Sometimes I shift positions so I can get more access to his balls. I like to try to make him moan while he’s talking to me.

[NSFW][MF] Creampies Are Her Favorite Dessert

“Say cheese.” He snapped a picture of them holding each other and uploaded the flick to his MyFace page. “Come here. Let’s go somewhere.”

He got up from the duvet and held Mocha’s hand. He led her to the long path from Nikki Beach to the beach outside the club area. The beach was jet black. No lighting at all. The only colors the naked eye caught was the blueness of the water from the light of the moon that reflected off shore.

Preacher stopped abruptly and turned around to kiss her on the bridge of her nose. Then the forehead. The chin. And later her plush lips.

He quickly turned her around and lifted up her skirt. He slapped her ass twice and pressed her back onto his torso. Kissing the back of her neck. Massaging her pussy. Groping her breasts and tonguing her earlobes until moans flew over the stillness of the air away from the faint of music blaring from the club.

He savagely pulled down her black thong and slipped off his belt. He tied her hands together with the belt and dropped to his knees between her legs. His tongue split the middle fold of the V-spot to circle around the pink pearl.

Queer party game (FFMMM) [group]

I hope y’all are ready to hear pieces of my joyful queer life. I (F31) get to have a lot of wild queer sex in my vibrant community, though I would share a snippet from an average Friday night.

Last week, I threw a queer spin the bottle party at my friend’s house, about 35 people came. The game is a queer mash-up of spin the bottle and truth or dare, where when the bottle points at you, you pick truth, dare, or ‘desire’. The Desire option is short for “speak your desire”, where you just ask for what you want! My favorite part is that it changes the mood of parties, because everyone is more in touch with what they want and more empowered to ask for it.

I got [f]acefucked for not knowing what I wanted for dinner [MF]

We all know the struggle of opening the fridge and not really knowing what we want. Tonight my boyfriend and I were having one of those nights. I was laying on the couch with a blanket while he proposed dinner ideas from the kitchen. I was being picky and indecisive, shooting down all of his ideas, so he decided to jump me. He sat on top of me and pulled the blanket all the way up to my neck so that I was completely trapped beneath it.

Straddling me on the couch, he wrapped the edge of the blanket tightly against my neck and started putting pressure on it. “What do you want to eat?! *What do you want to eat???!!*” I coughed when he let go and decided to playfully egg him on. “I don’t know!!” We repeated this a few times with no result. So he wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed, repeating the question again and again until I was practically blue in the face.