Story 1
[F] Fishnet Adventures
I keep getting told to write this out and describe this experience… so here I am. Also I’m slightly hungover so I apologise for the inevitable mistakes.
Now I’m sort of addicted to being a bit risky and a bit dangerous, it’s kind of my hobby to try and put myself into these situations. Yes I know I’m weird.
So I have a fishnet bodysuit that I absolutely adore! It is exactly the right size for me which, as a slightly taller girl, is a bit rare. I love feeling the netting push into and mark my skin, it reminds me of when I tie myself up especially when it pulls my ass apart slightly. Now I’ve been brazen enough to wear this particularly naughty peace of clothing under my others clothes before to lectures and nights out. I loved the idea of wearing something so bad right in front of people without them knowing, or maybe they did? That was the fun of it.
On his [f]riends and having a distracting ass
So I was ‘encouraged’ to post about a time when something actually happened. So this wasn’t that long after my then bf (who became my husband) and I had started having sex. He had friends over and they were playing video games – split screen, even! I was around; his parents weren’t home so it was just us. I was going back and forth between the kitchen and the family room, and I’d bring Mountain Dew (ugh) to them or something. Being a good little girl :) I’m sure I was wearing dolfin shorts and a t-shirt, because I usually was. This is as close to exactly that happened as I remember, but I’m guessing the dialogue isn’t exactly right…
bf: “If you keep staring at her ass, I’m going to kick yours”
frnd1: “Sorry, man, I wasn’t staring”
bf: “You were and it’s fine but seriously we’re playing.”
I sat down next to them and rested my head on my bfs shoulder. I very much doubt he was winning – he was smart and gifted in many ways, but video games were not among those gifts.
frnd1: “It’s those shorts. They’re not fair. They make gym class hard.”
[MF] Lost virginity to a sex goddess, got shunned by my family
Gather round young & old, and hear the tale of how an inexperienced little college freshman became a fucking man, and was instantly disinherited.
During my freshman year of college, I worked at a fun center that hosted kids’ birthday parties. Most of the workers were around my age (65% of them were hot college girls) but there was one party hostess who I could never keep my eyes off. She was petite, long brown wavy hair, green eyes, and best of all had fucking HUGE tits. Probably 5’2”, 110lbs, and according to one her bras, had 34dd’s. We flirted back and forth, we teased each other, but I was never sure if it was just for fun or if it was real chemistry.
One day we were in the back area at work and she reached around me to cover my eyes. When she pulled her hands down, she “accidentally” grazed over my dick. That was when it was 100% obvious. Next day, she wanted to show me a surprise. After work, we went to her car at the back of the parking lot and she says, “I got a piercing… Well actually, a couple of ‘em.” “Oh yeah, where?” “…Here!” BLAM! Lifts up her shirt and two monstrous titties are staring at me, silver studs in each soft pink nipple. (Still think about those tits to this day…) “WANNA BE MY GIRLFRIEND?!” Only thing I could think to do was lock down those warlocks for myself right then and there.
[M]y wi[F]e wants to do a cam show
In order to make this story easier to read I will call myself Doug and my wife Tina. This is the story of how my wife and I had our first cam show.
I was a little taken back when my wife came to me with the idea. It wasn’t that I was offended by the idea, but I certainly didn’t expect her to bring it up out of the blue. We had always been a bit sexually adventurous dabbling in having sex in semi-public places and me enjoying showing her off when we are on vacation in sexually free destinations. The idea was sparked by an article she read where a middle aged women was making good money online masturbating on camera and she wasn’t even having to show her face. Now, what surprised me about her proposition was the fact that we are well off, so this wasn’t about her or I needing money. Yes, the proposition of fun disposable income was titillating, but what made this fun for both of us was the idea that others could watch while we played, give feedback, and provide tips if they like what they are seeing. Over the course of a few weeks we watched other couples cam shows to get ideas as to what would get the biggest tips and how best to conceal our identity. The week leading up to our first show was filled with a lot of anticipation, we had to setup our studio, find a sitter for our kids and make sure all our toys were charged up.
[MF] I am a FLATSHIST (Flat tire Fetishist)
A lasting obsession and sins and blames.
I am middle-aged years old and I have a confession to make.
It is a very intimate part that accompanies me since I was a child. My first sexual experience, the horny one I felt, was no desire for any girl or boy. But it’s a long story of my own. And they are also part of my affective memories. It’s a half-long confession and I’d like to share it with everyone.
In my childhood years, five or six, I had an experience. One fine day I was in the afternoon after lunch watching television cartoons.
It was an episode of Huckleberry Hound, “Lion-hearted Huck”. The storyline is the Huckleberry Hound as a hunter wrestling with a lion in the woods. The very smart lion primes up from him and one of the tricks was this little scene. I had seen this drawing before and knew there was a scene I describe. Huckeberry Hound was driving a jeep and was looking for the lion. The lion is hidden behind a stone. Shows a package of nails. Seeing the jeep approaching, it dumps and spreads the nails over the path the jeep would pass. Then on that day I was seeing again and as I had seen other times but now knowing what was ahead something different came to mind and a sudden excitement took over me.
Taking More Than Just Anna Kendrick’s Jewels [Rape] [Impregnation] [Celebrity]
****** MASSIVE DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fiction and does not promote nor condone any type of real-life rape or non-consensual encounters. This is a fictitious hypothetical fantasy scenario that is not intended to be acted out in real life by anyone or have ANY real-life implications. Any resemblance whatsoever to past, present, or future real-life events is purely coincidental. This story carries no real-life intent or plans or any of that sort. It is a work of pure isolated fiction, and its writer shall assume no responsibility or liability in the unlikely event of any inappropriate actions of any readers. It is hereby expressly declared, that this story is intended solely for private enjoyment within the confines of one’s own imagination. ******
*[Credit: This story was heavily inspired by a piece of work by TheBigLove126, posted* [*here.*](http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=6799) *Certain elements and portions are heavily borrowed from that story. He did a great job and it’s an amazing story by itself, but I thought I would build upon it, put my own spin on it and improve on it while taking out the age-play stuff, which wasn’t my cup of tea.*
# Context/Setting the Stage
Valentine’s Day Gift 27[M] 18[F]; Riding Me on the Hood of a Car
It’s Valentine’s Day, which means that Zara is particularly horny and we agreed to hold off on sex and masturbation until that night. It was torture. Especially when I saw Zara wearing a tight black skirt which hugged her slender body, along with thigh high stockings. When we were walking around the mall she teased me by bending over and if it weren’t for our agreement/challenge and the people around I would have jumped her, ripped off the dress and ravaged her on the concrete.
Zara and I headed to the mall where we ended up in a department store and looking at the jewelry case. Yep, I knew where this was going. Zara was staring at this golden butterfly necklace with an emerald encrusted in the center. It was really pretty, and I could tell she wanted it. What I wanted was to have it bouncing in my face as she rode me later that night. To grasp her sweet flesh as it bounced over me. But I knew that Zara’s a submissive girl and wouldn’t go on top like that.
Really Clean the Floor [FM] [Female Led Relationship, chaste male slave, chastity cage, supervised masturbation]
Summary: A man and a woman in a Female Led Relationship with an emphasis on male slavery. Woman decides he’s been a good slave and deserves a reward. But what is the cost? Will she make him a cuck?
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“When was the last time I unlocked that penis between your legs?” I asked my slave as I sat at the kitchen table casually diddling on my laptop, sipping on a glass of wine that he poured me.
We’d both just gotten home, and we were both still dressed from work. I was wearing a short black skirt, black blazer, a white blouse, and a nice pair of black heels. He was wearing his usual dress pants and a dress shirt.
“It’s been a while… At least three months,” he said.
I laughed and said with a cute, sarcastic tone, “No wonder you’ve been a little edgy. And you’ve been such an attentive slave…”
“And notice I made a point of not saying ‘your penis’. As long as that thing is locked in a cage, nicely secured in steel, held in place with the Prince Albert piercing… I hold the key, and it’s MY property. You just happen to carry it around.”
[FM] Not the usual kind of “blind date” (Part 2)
(This is continued from right where Part 1 left off. The link to the first part is in the comments below)
“I have something for you, if you want it.”
I was so overwhelmed from all the excitement, I didn’t really know what to say in reply, and it was difficult to hear his words clearly through my heavy breaths and still thunderous heartbeat, feeling like it would explode out of my chest.
His hand tightened around my throat, not enough to cut off my air or hurt, but just forcefully enough to bring me back to the moment; his tightened grasp was enough to make me really see him, to come out of my dazed thoughts. His face hovered within an inch of mine, his warm breath touching my lips, making me want to feel his lips pressed to mine again, yet even as I tried, I found that he held me down to the bed. I continued involuntarily grinding my hips as much as he would allow me to, pressed so tightly as he was to me in missionary on the bed. He had creampied me a moment before and he was still hard. He had made me climax multiple times since he had walked through the door, and my body still wanted more; needed more.