Alice’s Closet Part 4 [Ff, incest]

Alice woke up a just bit before Dad was about to head outside for his exciting morning of yard work. The first thing she noticed was a crusty feeling over her eyes from forgetting to take her makeup off last night before falling asleep. The second thing she noticed was how hard and sensitive her nipples were. After masturbating three times before finally falling asleep, she was too hot to pull the covers over herself. Now she was almost shivering from being bare under the cool AC all night.

Lazily, Alice rolled out of bed and rubbed the backs of her hands over her eyes to wipe enough away so she could see. With dark makeup smeared over her hands, she made her way over to her closet for something to wear. Only her top half was really cold so Alice sifted through her t-shirts until she found an overly large, black one with her favorite metal band’s logo plastered across the front that she mostly used as a sleep shirt. Her body trembled a bit as she pulled the fabric down over her sensitive, erect nipples.

[MF] Both of our first times

Compared to some of the stories here this will be super vanilla, looking back now its sort of cute, but anyway here is a sort of timeline of my girlfriend and I’s sexual encounters for lack of a better word. (Wow this came out super long, sorry)

First a quick description. I am 19, 6’1″ a little chubby with a 6in penis. My girlfriend, we’ll call Kate, is a gorgeous 18yr old 5’6″ petite redheat with perfect little B cups. We are both virgins coming into our relationship, infact, she never even masturbated, until after we got together, and even then only if I’m watching.

[MF] Married Woman in Austin

A few years ago I met a girl named Veronica online. I was going through what I call a domination exploration phase at the time. Exploring various kinks and seeing what I was into.

One thing major kink of mine was facial abuse. I’d never met Veronica before but ended up guiding the conversation in the direction of kinks. She was at work when I texted her “I’m at work and really need a blowjob.” She replied, “I’m at work and really need to give a blowjob.” I asked her if she had enough time for me to swing by the parking lot of her job. She replied she did, but she preferred to go home and shower and cleanup a bit first. “That’s fine I replied, but send me a pic of where my cum is going.” A few minutes later, I got pic of her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out.

14 Hours earlier her boyfriend was threatening to kick my ass…. [MF]

Saturday night I was out for a drink with a few friends and this girl I’m casually dating. It was a good time, and my girl was looking especially hot. We had a lot of fun ourselves that night, but that’s a story for another time. But before that, in the middle of my 4th craft beer I caught another beautiful women looking my way from the bar. This women was in a group like mine, with a big dude wrapping his arm around her. However, there was no mistaking she was looking at me.

When it was time for another round, I offered to buy one for the group and I headed this woman’s way. Her man had left for a moment, but I didn’t say a word. I thought I would leave it up to her to initiate, but I did admire her more the closer I approached in the dark bar. She had long blonde hair and a tight top that hugged her terrific and perky tits. She had flowing white pants on, but you couldn’t focus much on her ass because it was glued to a stool.

The Gym Shower: My First [MM] Experience. [Public] (Very long)

Ok, so this is my first time writing anything like this, so please forgive me for how long it is. Also if my writing style isn’t great. I’m trying to find my dirty story voice lol

A little about me, I’m 24, 6 ft and fairly fit. I’ve had my fair share of sexual experiences. Been to a BDSM sex dungeon, tested some sexual limits with girlfriends, and have had a few wild hook ups, all of which I can write about if there’s interest. But this is about my first [MM] experience. I had recently lost a bunch of weight through diet but was still trying to tone my body so I didn’t have that Adonis figure just yet (still don’t lol), but I still look pretty good naked. So as part of my 6-pack plan (yeah right), I joined the local university’s gym and started swimming. This is where I found out that I kind of get a rush from being naked in a public setting. It started slowly; I would spend longer naked after taking my boxers off and before putting my suit on. I’d dry my hair off in front of my locker instead of behind the shower stall curtain so I could spend longer without my towel wrapped around my waist. After a while, I got more adventurous and I started to drop my towel and walk a couple lockers over naked to use the bathing suit dryer. Standing in full view of the locker room while my suit spun. Eventually, I went from showering in the curtained stalls to showering in the gang shower with the other men.

[Fm] I was celibate for a long time. And then I seduced a high school boy.

I was a typical wild child as a teenager. It was the early 80s. I partied. I drank. I used drugs. I slept around.

I REALLY slept around. And I got knocked up.

Being a teen mom slowed things down. I spent 18 years being a good girl. And my son grew up with such a soft spot

for young single moms that he decided to marry one. I thought I’d be done with child care and ready to focus more on

myself, but instead I was a grandmother in my mid-30s and having to lend a helping hand.

That’s not a complaint. Just a fact. I loved it! But it didn’t leave much time for dating. I had relationships.

Some of them were very nice. But nothing got too serious. And it definitely never got too wild.

I spent a lot of time doing yoga. I also did some cardio, but avoided running since it is uncomfortable when you’re

as busty as I am. I got really into the internet. And porn. And sex toys. And masturbation. In my 40s I felt like

[FM] My philosophy professor and me, a stick of dynamite

This has to be a multi-part posting I think, sorry that it moves a bit slowly, but it’s up there with the hottest things that have happened to me, so enjoy!

I have always had a thing for older men. I first noticed it in high school. Actually, my mom first noticed – she realized from my facial expressions while I watched CSI that I was in love with Gil Grissom, the oldest, most intelligent character in the series. She kind of hinted to me that that was an unusual thing for a 16 year old.

Really, I was attracted to experience, and that translated into a raging professor fantasy during my undergraduate years. I fell in love with most of my professors, including some female ones. I was most attracted to the philosophy profs. Philosophy is filled with quirky super geniuses. Most people aren’t that socially fluent, but that just made me all the more into them. Since philosophy was one of my majors, I’d have to guess I was actively turned on both mentally and physically about 75% of my college experience.

I’m a Model turned Corporate Whore [MF] [AMA]

I’m a 28 year old Model, who is a Corporate Whore. Or an Escort. Or a Prostitute. Or whatever you want to call me, I’m essentially a slut. I’ve been doing this for a few years. 5’8″ Brown hair, Hazel eyes. White. 32C.

I work for a boutique Wall Street type firm, and I sleep with whomever they ask me to. Technically I don’t really work for them, I’m considered an outside ‘consultant’. The men that I fuck – could be potential clients, existing clients, a competitor, a recruit, an influencer, etc…

I won’t bore you with all the office details, unless you want them. But my typical day involves going into the office like 1 or 2 days a week, attending meetings/calls. Most of the time, I’m asked to help close a deal. I’m the ‘icing on the cake’ so to speak. It’s as easy as offering myself to the guy(s), for whatever they wanted. Sometimes, the process is a bit harder, involving research, a cover and back stories. Also, there have been times where I’ve fucked a guy, yet we still lost the deal. Lastly, I have a girlfriend, who is also a model, that I whore with as well.

Someone asked me to write something a little special for them. Might be too much for some. You’ve been warned.

Slowly…you awaken to total darkness. Unsure if your eyes are truly open, until a candle slowly flickers to light. One at first, then another, and another, and another. Each lit by a silhouetted figure slowly walking around the room, but you can barely see with the fog of sleep still heavy on your eyelids. The room is not small, but hardly large from what you can tell, and no door is in sight. You are standing somehow, still a little asleep, but you can feel warm stone beneath your feet. You begin to realize that your wrists are cold and achy, but you cannot move them. You manage to look up and see shackles on them, not painfully tight but you are certainly not going anywhere. Not soon anyway…

You recall your last vivid memory, a night of passion with your lover, but you cannot remember their face. Only you saying, “I wish you could just take me away…”, and a voice responding with “But for what?” You slowly remember yourself saying “Anything…” as you fade into darkness once more.