It’s dark outside. The mood is so big and so high in the sky shining brightly. It’s a clear night. You can see the stars twinkling, not a cloud in sight. Upstairs in a room is a 4 poster bed, dark in color. It has this velvety red material swooping across the top of the posts, with material hanging down over each post. The bed has this rich black silky comforter on top, with pillowcases to match, and silky red sheets below. The room is illuminated by candlelights lining the walls, with the moonlight shining through the windows. A dark leather chair sits in the corner where he sits, silently, waiting for the fun to begin. You see, he is helping fulfill a fantasy of mine where he watches me get it on with another woman without getting involved. And because he likes redheads, of course I had to find another one to play with, only her boobs are smaller then mine ;)
[MF] My experience at a CFNM party
A couple months ago this happened. This had long been a fantasy of mine and one that I simulated with my girlfriend a few times having her boss me around naked for a bit. But I wanted more than one woman present, and was concerned about how hard this would be to pull off. As luck would have it, I ended up working closely with a woman at my job who had basically no filter and openly talked about all her kinks and sexual inclinations. One time at an after work party she was blabbing as usual, and after a few drinks I opened up to her about this fantasy. She told me she would be willing to make it happen. I came close to chickening out…but then talked to my girlfriend. She told me to go for it, as long as she was allowed to attend as well. So I provided her contact to my co-worker, and they started planning. My co-worker let me know one Wednesday she had a party planned on Saturday. It would be her, my girlfriend and two other friends of hers. I got nervous as hell, but at that point I couldn’t really chicken out.
[MF] [MT] My Thailand Ping Pong show adventure
For warning, this is a long story.
While I served in the US Navy I had the opportunity to travel all over the world. One such place is a far away magical land called… Thailand. I know what you might be thinking and yes you’re probably right. Before I get too far along I will assure the reader my story does not include any underage sexual encounters.
It all begins on a US Navy aircraft carrier called the USS Abraham Lincoln. And a young seaman who was T.A.D. to the Chief’s Mess (that’s me). Through some tomfoolery, I had accidentally broken my thumb. Well, more than just broke it. I had broken the tip of the bone clean off and nearly severed the flesh completely. Why is this relevant to a ping pong show in Thailand? Well, this all happened just a week before the ship made it to Pattaya and this horny sailor was prescribed Vicodin. Did I abuse my prescription? Some would say not enough.
[MF] Crazy night in Vegas – Strip club, Asian massage place, high-end hooker
I’m a decent looking tall white guy in my early 30’s. I used to indulge in a lot of “vices” when I was younger but I’ve cleaned up pretty much and really don’t do anything crazy anymore. I broke that “behaved streak” with a one off in Vegas a few years ago and haven’t told anyone.
**Starting the night**
I was in Vegas for a work seminar and I had an evening to myself after everything wrapped up before I had to head home. I decided I was going to cut loose that night and do some drinking and see where the night took me. I started off at my hotel on the strip doing a little gambling and enjoying the free drinks. Spent a few hours at the table games and ended up a little down. Went to the sportsbook, put some money on a game and kept on drinking. I won a little money and decided to get some dinner. Went to a steakhouse, had a nice dinner and a few more cocktails. By this time, I was feeling pretty good and decided to hit up a strip club.
**Strip Club**
The Maiden, The Witch and The King (FF, MFF)
**Syzygy**
Saga watched as the flames climbed the funeral pyre and began to delicately lick the maiden’s cold skin leaving patches of black char across her alabaster body. Her eyes sought the King’s face. He was standing on the hill above them all, looking down on the burning body of his young wife, staring resolutely into the flames. His strong brow set in grief. When Saga looked back at the pyre the flames danced as tall as the Upsaal behind it. You could barely see the maiden’s blackened silhouette inside the house of raging fire. The farmers and villagers took their turns bowing before the pyre and again before the king. Then they respectfully retreated to their homes and their daily rituals. Saga stayed and bore witness until the last of the commoners and nobles departed, until the King himself bowed his head and mounted his horse and rode away. Saga waited until the flames shrunk, and the smoke blew away with the salted wind, and night fell, and the embers cooled. She looked up into the night sky and saw the planets in their perfect alignment. Four celestial bodies perched in a line in the vastness of space. She set about her business.
Su[mm]oning an Incubus, x-post from r/eroticliterature
It was a dark and storming night, violent roars of thunder echoing across the landscape. Rain fell in sheets against the old building atop the empty countryside. Fairchild Boarding School stood strong against the blasting winds and downpouring weather. It had stood here for ages, housing its students against forces far worse than the roaring storm outside now. Within its halls were housed the future of witchcraft, the students of summoning and potions and inhuman forces. A storm as the one tonight wasn’t enough to keep a soul awake compared to what they had seen.
That is, except for one.
Within a single dormitory a young man of eighteen years stood awake. Surrounding him were candles casting flickering shadows against his thin silhouette. The witch knelt to the floor, spidery hands drawing on the oaken boards with chalk at a methodical pace. His dark green eyes peeked behind wild black locks as he scanned his work, drawing arcane runes and sigils with the white chalk. After several minutes he stood, sighing.
Stripping At Parties (Part 2) [M]
**House Party for my birthday**
This story was a tad bit more straight forward. A friend of mine we shall called Brad said I could hold my birthday party at their house. My friend Liam had gotten me a bottle of vodka for the occasion and maybe wasn’t such a good thing to get me.
As the party got into full swing, I was dancing in the middle of the room. I don’t quite know how it happened but I ended up stripping down to my underwear in a room full of my friends. It was happened pretty quick. Then I had to get Sally to remove my underwear, I didn’t have to the guts to do it myself. I kept my socks and boots on this time as well.
This was when things went sour cause the adrenaline of being nude, mixed with the vodka I had had. I needed to throw up and ran to the toilet. I’m pretty sure I didn’t cover myself when getting sick in the toilet, also Brad had opened the window to the room and was taking pictures of me. There had been some taken whilst I was stripping too.
Su[MM]oning of an Incubus
It was a dark and storming night, violent roars of thunder echoing across the landscape. Rain fell in sheets against the old building atop the empty countryside. Fairchild Boarding School stood strong against the blasting winds and downpouring weather. It had stood here for ages, housing its students against forces far worse than the roaring storm outside now. Within its halls were housed the future of witchcraft, the students of summoning and potions and inhuman forces. A storm as the one tonight wasn’t enough to keep a soul awake compared to what they had seen.
That is, except for one.
Within a single dormitory a young man of eighteen years stood awake. Surrounding him were candles casting flickering shadows against his thin silhouette. The witch knelt to the floor, spidery hands drawing on the oaken boards with chalk at a methodical pace. His dark green eyes peeked behind wild black locks as he scanned his work, drawing arcane runes and sigils with the white chalk. After several minutes he stood, sighing.
The Wish of a Submissive Older Brother[FUTA][FUTA/MALE]
First Story and English is my First Language,please comment any mistakes
Chapter 0- A nice dream [Prologue]
Josh was sleeping nicely after having masturbated to some futa stories he read on the internet,in his dreams that night he was chosen by a god wanting to have some fun with mortals,the god saw his mind and thought that it would be interesting to see what this mortal would wish to change in his body.
In his dream Josh was walking through his house when suddenly a bright light blinded him,and asked
“Mortal,your mind and morals are interesting,what would you change about your body to better fit your wishes?”
Josh could not understand what was going on
“What? What is happening?”
The god once again said.
“You have a once in a life time chance to change your body to your will,how will you use this power mortal?”
Josh thinking this was some kind of joke or dream ,simply said
“Well could i change someone else?”
The god intrigued simply said
“Well that would be a first,but why not?”
Tales from the Candy Shop, part 1 [MF]
I shared a fantasy about [a sexy coworker](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/9xd7ke/i_want_to_fuck_my_coworker/?st=JOIXRRE3&sh=ad27955e) in an earlier post. While I enjoy the feedback, I must make it clear that it’s just a fantasy, and not one I ever intend to act on.
Still, while I’m here, I might as well tell you about the times I *did* shag a coworker, shouldn’t I?
In my early 20s, I worked as a barista at a place I’ll call the Candy Shop. It was here that I met two of the sweetest lovers I ever had. And now that we’ve got that bad joke out of the way, let’s begin.
It was a regular day in the Shop, when a group of new trainees came in. They walked past us, and I took little note of them as I wasn’t having a particularly good day that day. On their way out, however, one of the women, a bubbly, short-haired specimen of black femininity named Ann, marched right up to me and suggested I should smile. Taken aback, I could really do little more than scowl and respond harshly (told you I was having a bad day), but as I saw more of her, and she got to know everyone in the place, I started to look at Ann a bit differently. As you may have guessed, we exchanged numbers and I asked her out.