[M]ild initiation o[f] a young girl to the BDSM lifestyle[Long][Part 2]

The first part of this story can be found in my post history. The story and the events are based on real life, while the conversations and personal details have been suitably modified for a better flow and in the interest of anonymity.

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I looked around the cafe as I sat at my table awaiting the arrival of my fellow colleague, and depending on how things went ahead, a potential playmate. I sipped a glass of water to collect my thoughts, running over my plan for this afternoon in my mind on how best to intrigue Susan’s curiosity. So far her accidentally finding out the collar in my room had made her curious enough to agree seeing me alone. But if I wanted this to end as I had pictured it, I had to play all my cards right and leave nothing to chance. My seat at the far end of the cafe allowed me to have a direct view of the entrance. I let a smile form on my face as the door opened and I saw her enter, looking around before finding me. She waved her hand as she began walking towards me. I stood up to greet her as she came nearer. Here it begins…

A purely chance encounter [MFM]

I’ve enjoyed reading true stories here. As I always like to say , ‘fact is stranger than fiction’ but in this sub reddit fact is sexier than fiction. In any case here is my first submission. I’ve had multiple MFM’s with couples over the years, this was one of my first:

Asking my roommate to join my boyfriend and me [FFM]

I posted an original story on another sub about asking my roommate if she wanted to fool around with my boyfriend and I and she agreed! Here’s the first update on what happened after that night. I copied and pasted most of this story from one of my other posts, but this one will have an extra update due to more happening with this situation since my original post.

My roommate has never experimented with anything like this before, most of the guys she’s been with gave her vanilla sex. It makes sense seeing as she’s only 18 and freshly out of high school this year; my boyfriend and I are both 20. So my boyfriend, we’ll call him L, decided to start a conversation with her one on one to see how comfortable she was with everything since I had talked to her. They started trading pictures and he told her how excited he was for us to get back home. Last night she told me she would be more comfortable if she watched us have sex before getting involved so she could get an idea of what to expect. I told her L and I had made plans to hook up that evening so it was perfect timing.

[MF] Petite Asian is kinker then me.

I’m [M] recently single and I have been male whoring around and having fun in my last year at college. The week before Halloween I matched with a cute Asian girl and we started talking. Admittedly she was extremely boring to talk to and she often sent back one word answers. I was ready to move on but on the night of Halloween I asked her she was doing anything tonight, to which she responded “I have nothing planned.” So I said fuck it and told her I get out of class at 7 and asked if she wanted to grab a drink. She said she would be happy to.

I get out of class and meet her at the bar. She looked a lot different then her photos led on, in a good way. She was slim but had big tits with a nice ass. The conversation started out pretty boring but as we started to drink more it lead to more of a sexual conversation. I asked her what her favorite position was. She asked about my kinks, to which I tried to keep it tame so I don’t scare her away. After being at the bar for two hours she asked if we want to go back to her place. I was surprised to be honest, I didn’t think I would get a chance at sex because she was very reserved but I was all for it.

Her Fingers [f] [mast]

We like the things society tells us to like. Big tits, skinny waist, nice legs, firm ass. Beautiful face. Perfect flowing hair. Some people have fetishes. They like feet, hairy pussy, hairy armpits. But I like fingers. Because the fingers are the tools she uses when she masturbates. And so when I shake a woman’s hand, or I watch a woman wrap her hands around dumbbells at the gym, I close my eyes, even if for a second, to picture her rubbing her pussy, shoving her fingers inside of herself, licking them clean, writhing, moaning, squeezing her breasts with her other hand as she gets herself off.

I wonder why we don’t look at fingers more often. They are, after all, the one thing that has direct daily contact with her pussy, rubbing her clit, burying them inside of herself. And maybe, just maybe, as the right hand focuses on the clit, the left hand reaches underneath, between her legs, and inserts one finger inside of her asshole just as she reaches climax. She trembles, groans, gasps as she crumbles under the pleasure of an orgasm. She washes the scent of her cunt from her fingers and collapses onto the sofa in her favorite PJs, flushed, relieved, content.

Elves are not lewd! [FM] [Fantasy] [FSub] [exh]

Look, I know what you are thinking. You’ve heard the stories, how we’ll jump anything slightly male-shaped in a heartbeat– hell, you’ve even seen the proof of our supposed ‘promiscuity’ in the many half-elves that walk around these days. But let’s get one thing clear, alright? **Elves are not lewd!** There is absolutely nothing to suggest that elves, regardless of gender, are easier to bed than humans or halflings, and it is *certainly* not true that almost all elves can get off by having the tip of their ears rubbed just right. I– I mean, that’s– there’s a little more to it than that! And so what if we *can*? It’s not like there is anything wrong with enjoying your own body, and it’s not like I’ve ever done it in the middle of a conversation with a human while imagining what his cock would taste like, trying to keep my face neutral because stroking the pointed tip of my ear with two gentle fingers was making me so wet that I had to fight not to squirm, and the image of him bending me over and plunging that thick cock into my tight elven snatch was making it hard to concentrate on what he was saying–

A long distance relationship [mf]

It had been a long time since they’d first exchanged words. They knew each other, but this was the first time they’d ever been close to one another in the most literal sense of the word. They’d exchanged many things over the months since “hello”. Thoughts, sentiments, even some of their personal fantasies. There wasn’t much that hadn’t passed between the two of them. Except touch. Not until today.

She’d picked him up at the airport, shortly after lunch. He was gloriously under dressed, in a white band t-shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts. It was barely fall, but she guessed he was cold by the way he frequently rubbed his arms. She reluctantly eyed the air conditioning, turned up as high as she could stand. Truthfully, it was hot for this time of year. Much longer, and she would begin sweating. And she didn’t want to start sweating on the ride home, before they’d even had a chance to hug…or anything else. The sensation of her panties stuck to her thigh…it wasn’t the first impression she’d looked forward to.

An idea struck her as she approached a stoplight.

[MF] One night stand with a guy from my university.

I’m a long time lurker and fan of this channel. I figured I’d write my first story. This is the true story of a hot one night stand.

So, it was a Saturday night, about 18 months ago. I was out with friends, drinks first, then dancing. We went to our student union bar. It’s shit, but the drinks are cheap and the music is sometimes quite good for cheesy drunken dancing. So who cares if the floors are sticky and there’s piss all over the floor of the ladies loo?

It was a good night. I was in the mood for having some fun, after weeks of revision and stress – I’d finished one set of exams and I was ready to let my hair down, ideally by getting shitfaced on cheep lager and dancing like a freak.

A group of lads were tagging along with us. Some were friends with some of our group, plus some of their other mates and housemates. It was a friendly crowd.

Walking from the pub back to the union, I got chatting to a guy I’d seen around but never spoken to before. Medium height, ginger hair and freckles, he had a nice face and a friendly smile, and with a few drinks inside us both, conversation and laughter flowed easily.

Please be Honest, wanting to get back into writing erotica for friends.

I want to start writing Erotica, again. It gave me such a much better sexual experience and it was almost as if I were able to act out my own fantasies in them. Below, I will begin writing my latest fantasy and if you like it and want more, then let me know. If not, tell me why so that I may learn through your criticism. Thank you!

Embassy Suite Confessions

I saw an article about the topic of sexual deprivation, namely, No Cum November. I know, it sounds silly that depriving yourself from fully cumming for a month would help you in any way. In fact, I thought about all the ways I would probably suffer. I pondered the crabby, depressed days to come with lack of appetite and interest. But the article denoted almost the opposite. It hinted that one would feel a sexual awakening of sorts and that when you finally gave in to cumming it would be no short than mindblowing. Well, I started. Day 1 wasn’t terrible, but it was like this curious secret inside me that nobody else knew about. Day 2 was awful. I used the vibrator in the shower for an hour and wouldnt let myself cum. It was excruciating and I could only last about 1 minute of really just pounding my tight pussy before I had to take everything left inside of me to pull it out while I sat still but involuntarily twitching. I would tighten my pussy so hard and it was almost like I could taste the orgasm just barely on the other side of the door.