It had been too long since I’d seen my boy. Life has a way of doing that. He was going through some things which also added to the time. When he finally came back to me he was the same sweet slut I knew. I walked into his apartment towing my toy bag behind me. He open the door and I walked in. He hugged me. I hugged him back. I continued walking in while he pulled my bag. I turned around and looked into his eyes. He knew. “I’m sorry Miss” he said sheepishly. “Ah hah” I replied my tone reflecting my displeasure in his behavior. “No really I’m sorry.” “I know. Now get down on the floor and apologize correctly” he knelt immediate but looked up at me because he wasn’t sure what to do. This wasn’t part of our routine. I reached out with both my hands and grabbed his soft curly hair. One hand on each side of his face. I stared into his eyes intensely. “I’m sorry!” He said. His tone both pleading and frustrated. I lead down and kissed him. Hard. “I know now kiss my fucking feet and show me how sorry you are” I pushed his head down to help him. He immediately bent down and began placing soft little kisses on the tops of my feet. I still had shoes on. I let him grovel for a minute. I could feel his soft lips every time he pushed them against my skin. It was both reverent and sensual.
She wasn’t on birth control. [MF]
3rd rewrite of this, added a lot more of the details, and omitted some super not sexy bits.
Sunday evening and I’m winding down getting ready for bed since I have work on Monday. I’m layed down watching TV and flirting with a couple girls on my phone when I get a new follow request on IG. I accept and it’s not long before this attractive petite blonde is messaging me. Im honestly a little surprised because she’s definitely not the type that would normally send me a message first. We’re casually flirting and she’s asking questions about who I am and what I do for work, and the things I like. She’s 21, 5’2, former dancer so she’s built but not as toned as she used to be. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a pretty face, recent brace removal had given her a really nice smile. Monday comes and we’re texting on snapchat and she asks if I’d like to meet her for dinner that night.
[MF] The Prednisone Spark
So I’m a guy in his early thirties, and I’ve been married for more than a decade.
My wife and I were married really young. We were both raised religious, and we both had crazy strong sex drives. We did literally all we could short of having penetrative sex before getting married, and we were all over each other every single day for the whole six months of our engagement. We were as sexually liberated as we felt we could be, deeply committed to one another, and incredibly committed to finding ways to make each other come without resorting to full-on sex.
Discovering my wife during that time was magical to me. She was my first everything. I had my first kiss with her in a church parking lot, running my hand through her beautiful, shoulder-length brown hair. Hers were the first breasts I ever saw in real life, her perky C-cup breasts eagerly shown to me after an intense make out session in my car on a quiet street in the middle of the night, her pale pink nipples just barely distinguishable from her light skin. She was juts a few inches shorter than I am at 5’5″ and her build was perfect for me. Curvy, yet somehow still youthfully skinny. I couldn’t get enough of her.
The voyeur and the daughter pt. 1 [FF] [Masturbation] [Undressing] [Age gaps]
I had to work away from home a while ago and I couldn’t find a hotel with space. I called an old friend – Mary and her husband – who I hadn’t seen for a long time. They said I could have their spare room.
Their house was a large detached place a short drive from where the job was, and they welcomed me as if it hadn’t been a decade since I had last visited. They were wealthy, comfortable – she in cashmere and silk, he in Levi’s and a white shirt.
We ate in a tastefully lit kitchen, all deep reds and creams. We were just having another glass of wine when I heard the door open and close.
It was Suzi, their daughter.
I blushed, I must have. Only the half-dark saved me. I was married. I had never been with a woman before. But my god. My God. She was beautiful. She was slender and wore tight black jeans and white sneakers. She wore a check shirt that she shrugged off to reveal a ripped t-shirt over mere scraps of a tiny lace bra. Her face was heart shaped and her Sharpie-black short hair was held in a tight bun by a chopstick.
Con[f]essions of a naughty sub: club night
The night at the club’s alternative location is a bit fuzzy…call it sub space or over stimulation…but the thing I remember most from that evening of firsts was the look in his eyes. Full of lust and satisfaction as I dropped to my knees and tasted her. My eyes meeting with his as my tongue swirled around her most intimate places, her legs clenching around my face, her lips pulsing as I dipped my fingers in and out shallowly encouraging her moisture to flow and drip. Then there was the moment we both crawled to his feet looking up at him expectantly. We began to run our tongues around the thick of him feeling his thighs contract in pleasure. We both then crawled up into his lap, me closest pressing my body against him, breathing on him, biting him all while she was slipping him inside of her behind me, riding him slow and steady. Feeling her grind up against me, knowing she was taking all of him inside of her was so intensely sexy. But like I said…the details are a bit fuzzy…
[F]inally Getting [H]im Alone
When I met Josh, I was 17 and just about to graduate from high school. He worked at a coffee shop I frequented at that time, and we would talk for way longer than was probably allowed for employees to talk to customers. At the time of this story, I had long brown hair and a cute little body. My stomach was tight and I had a killer ass (still do). My tits were perky, too. I was thin and cute. I’m short and I have this really fiery personality, so fucking me is fun. ;)
Before I get into this story, let me say this: for me, this was a long play. Josh was 6 years my senior and knew my age. He was never explicitly flirty with me until I was a few months past 18. He was a great guy who I had my eye on for quite some time.
[MFM] A night with a couple really, really into taking pictures [Exhibitionism]
Driving up to a cozy two story house where they lived, I saw “Andy” come out to wave me into their driveway. We introduced each other, this time with real names, and he ushered me inside with the warning that his kids were sleeping. His wife, “Renee,” jumped up from a loveseat in the living room to introduce herself. None of this was required because just an hour prior, we were chatting on webcam. Not only did I see Andy’s smiling face, but I saw Renee’s nude body when she requested to see what I had to offer her since she tended to be quite picky about her desired playmates’ size, but didn’t want the exchange to be one-sided.
This was not at all uncommon. When talking online, you want to make sure there’s at least some degree of attraction, and since in many places in America there’s at least a half hour to an hour drive involved to actually meet, no one wants to be disappointed. Anecdotally, there was a tendency for these kind of last minute hookups to quickly veer into naked camming territory, while meets that were planned out longer either took their sweet time to get to dirty cam shows, or just skipped them entirely to keep a little mystery. But not only did Andy and Renee not care for surprises, they were one of the couples with very specific requirement for their partners, and for very good reason as I would soon find out for myself.
[MF] A friend stays a few nights after weeks of teasing
The beginning of this whole ordeal starts about a month ago. I am just near 40 and she is in her early twenties. After taking a considerable amount of time from work, I had myself hanging around a lot of the local bars and clubs. Like normal in a small town area, you start to see the same people. These same people, as I found out later, were my neighbors.
I spoke with “J” on several occasions, gave her rides to some of the better views in the area (we live in the mountains) and just in general taking photographs. We have a few drinks and talk, but there never was any flirting. Not even a little teasing. Until…
There was a party at a house one night and the owner of this house has a well stocked bar and a rotating stripper pole in the middle of the room. You can already imagine where this is getting to. We all are aware of what potential this has for many naked shenanigans. This may be a small let down for you, but stick with me. All of the women that were there took their shirts off and wore only their bras. After about 6 glasses of Scotch, I found that “J” had walked up to me and taken my shirt off and my pants. She was already to the point of wandering around in her thong and bra..she kept trying to take it off but the other girls there were preventing her from doing it.
[MF] A Late Night Movie (Cheating)
*After a long time lurking in this and other true(ish) story subreddits, I’ve decided to share some stories of my own. I’ve had a good couple of decades of sexual activity and I’ve got quite a few stories to share ranging over that time.*
*About me: I’m 37 years old, white with dark skin. 5’9″ and solidly built from years of spending time in the gym, but not so fanatically that I have no body fat because I still like pie. Suffice it to say I look good in clothes and I’m happy with how I look naked. In the equipment department, I’m nothing more than average all around.*
“I want you to answer the door naked and I want my dick in your mouth as soon as it closes and I’m inside,” I texted Tracy as my wife at the time went to bed with barely a “goodnight” to me. We were on the downslope at this point. We both knew the marriage was over but weren’t yet at the point of admitting it out loud yet. After putting my son to bed, I had planned on going to a movie alone – my escape from having to spend any more time with her than necessary. She was supportive of my plan, since she had about the same amount of desire to spend time with me. It was one of the few things in our marriage that we agreed on.
First time I was hired to take pictures of a couple [FFM]
When I was in college, and still now, I get hired to take pictures of couples and individual women sometimes. It’s mostly boudoir stuff, like looking sexy in bed and the photos are a gift for their significant other. I shoot 100% analogue film, so I do the shoot, then develop the film and give them prints. It never leaves my house and no one else ever sees the prints. Because of all of this I’ve had some interesting clients here in LA over the years and had a lot of fun.
For maybe a year, I did free shoots of couples and friends and all of that, then one day I got a recommendation and this couple from Malibu called me. I’d met them once before at a party and kind of remembered them as a pretty attractive, cool older couple – maybe mid-40s who didn’t have kids and both worked in the ad agency world as executives. Their whole house was covered in awards from the biggest brands.