[MF] Gym Teacher Gets Hands On With Sex Ed

Edit: At my school we called teacher by their first names. It’s a weird idea but that’s the truth

It was my senior year of high school and the last semester of school was almost over. I made my way to a spare class room that gym teachers use for non-gym class days (Sex Ed, diet presentation, etc.). I find I seat near the back of the room and wait class to begin, my classmates find there seats and right as the bell rings out teacher Tammy, walks into class with a plastic bag of sexual education teaching tools. Now a little about Tammy. Tammy was old enough to be a milf but she never got married or had any kids. She had an athletic body but it lacked curves or any real shape to it, except for her ass. Her ass wasn’t huge but you could tell that Tammy hits the squat rack hard to compensate her lack of features. Quick side note about me, 6’1”, broad shoulders, average weight, not super muscular just very average. My dick is 6.5 inches, girth about as wide as two thumbs and I have never had anything past a blowjob for sexual experiences. Read more »

[MF] breaking the monotony of work travel

Work travel can be soul crushing. Airports and hotels blend into each other. Daily interactions are all versions of the same pleasantries served with a forced smile. This story is how one night added some fun into an otherwise dreary situation.

I arrived at a hotel with three coworkers somewhere outside of Houston. We had over prepared for a sales pitch the next morning and were ready to have some time alone. As we piled into the elevator an attractive young lady dressed in business attire joined us. My coworkers and I did the usually guy move of checking her out and nodding approval at each other. Then something I wasn’t expecting happened, she locked eyes with me and gave me a slight smile. Maybe it was because I was the closest to her age and my peers were all older and grey haired, regardless, the attraction was evident. The problem, a crowded elevator with your boss/coworkers isn’t the place to introduce yourself. I made it to my room, and settled in to catch up on some work. Read more »

I adore making men cum because of me [FM]

Everyone gets to a point where their job isn’t all pink and wonderful but you have those few things that you enjoy and your workplace can always provide. For a slut like me the workplace is a hotel room most of the time and one magic moment would be when my clients cum and I really enjoy knowing that I was the reason for it. I am after all a cum loving slut that reacts to a dick cumming like a child going to Disneyland. When in the mood, I won’t mind that the man I’m fucking could only last 10 seconds, just shoot towards me! I also don’t mind because I’m making money regardless of how much he can last.

One recent happy memory I have with one of my current regulars and one of my favorite men of all time. John is a serious man and one used to be in powerful positions in life and at his job. My love for him starts with his attitude towards what we are doing. I like how he is the first client that makes the difference between Anna the person and Anna the slut. He usually invites me and we spend some time talking before we get to work. So peaceful and so nice! Read more »

Gracefully [MF]

Laying in bed, all I want to do is cum all over this space but nothing is happening. I only arise from my bed because my mother is calling for me downstairs. Pancakes, the same thing everyday and its like she doesn’t know how to fix anything else. I am quick to dismiss them as I come down the stairs in my black leather jacket and ripped jeans. My dad hates my cold black hair, lip piercing, but its my fucking body so I mentally throw his comments in the trash. He says, “Michael be better than me.” However better than him would be anything because he is not shit to me. Now that I am in college he worries me daily about the costs. Money is the last thing on my mind, but thats all my father can scream about as I head out the door to school. I would drive to school but I like to walk through the neighborhood noticing all the doors lock because people fear the unknown. Not a criminal but people look at me as if my piercing blue eyes would find out who they truly are. There are no secrets to me yet I am the biggest secret here in town because I have chosen to talk to no one. Then Vicky walks out the door with tall skull covered socks and a short skirt hoping that I would put an answer to her question for the thousandth time.”Hi Michael, can I walk with you to school?” I only flash a smile then I go in another direction totally avoiding her at all costs. Not interested, in someone hanging on to me to meet her relationship goals on Instagram. Upon arriving at school I realize that my robotics class in in the science lab. I could really give a fuck about robots but apparently Professor Tarvel assumes I am talented and wont let me drop it. There is only three more weeks and then my college days are behind me. Class almost comes to a close when Tarvel decides to gives us one last project. He wants us to design a robot hand with another person. The only thing I hate worse then waking up to come to school is working with another person on anything. Sitting in the back of the class I gaze over the sloppy head teens with bad acne to figure out who I would be paired up with on this project. “Michael your partner is Grace,” a quick glance pulled her away from my stare. Before I could go over there to speak she left the room not even looking back. I stood there for a moment as if the curve she just threw wasn’t obvious. Since my focus went back to this project, I decided to head out the door. -continue [Gracefully ](http://lfconfessions.com/2017/10/24/gracefully/)

Warehouse Run (a story about kidnapping & sack encasement bondage)

That was it. With a dead end looming ahead, she had nowhere else to run. She was trapped.

“Looks like your time’s up, missy,” Roy smirked as he grabbed Sydney firmly by the arm and spun her around to face him.

She tried to resist him, but she was no match for Roy’s strength — not that it mattered. Willis was close behind his comrade.

“Yeah, you’re cornered,” Willis chuckled, grabbing Sydney’s other arm, finalizing her detainment. “You’re not getting away again.”

“Let go of me!” Sydney screamed, but it was futile. The boys wouldn’t listen, and the nearest pedestrian was miles away. All there was left to do was wait for what came next, and he came just as expected.

Out of the night rolled a black sedan, windows tinted the same color as its menacing paint scheme. Unfortunately, Sydney knew the person inside was even more sinister than the sedan’s presentation.

“Now, now, darling, don’t struggle. You’ll only make it harder on yourself,” Bauer’s gruff voice pierced the night air as he climbed out of the car. Read more »

[F] Two guys back to back bareback in one day from Pornhub and Reddit (xpost from stupidslutsclub)

I was looking through my messages at work trying to find more guys to meet today. Most messages didn’t have any info and just wanted to talk or Skype. Some messages complained about the bad quality of the video and gave me small amazon giftcards to help me get a camera which was really nice. I started talking to a guy from Reddit who emailed me. We trade information and chatted a little. He was working so I couldn’t confirm with him if he would be able to come over. I also started talking to other guys to try to meet up but they haven’t texted me back. Read more »

Tabitiha’s Saturday morning

Tabitiha’s husband kisses her good bye it’s early Saturday morning he tells her to stay in bed and sleep he says he won’t be back until late this afternoon and then you too have a dinner date with another couple. A very important client and his wife Tabitha tells him that she will be ready. As she dose off again after about a half hour she hears a lawn mower and she knows the young man from down the street is mowing the lawn. She gets up and Looks out the window she notices it’s an older man pushing the mower he sees her stops mowing and walks up to her he tells her I’m sorry for startling you I’m Billy’s dad Tom and trying to take care of his lawn jobs while he is sick. Oh she asks will he be ok yea he is better but I wanted him to rest one more day he will be back next week Tabitha says ok and he tells her that his son was right she was a very beautiful woman. Thank you smiling as she tells him. Tabitiha closes the door and he turns around and starts to walk back to mow she opens the door and ask him if he would like a glass of water he says yes that would be great. When he walks in she closes the door he sits and she gets him a glass of water as he starts to drink it . She tells him that she will be right back as she turn he stares at her. Tabitiha has on a loose robe and a very sexy nightie underneath with no panties or bra on as she walks into her bedroom she looks at herself in the mirror and she is very horny Billy’s dad is a very good looking man mid forties not real tall has salt and pepper hair and a dad bod but he looked dam good pushing that mower! Tabitiha’s pussy is getting wet and she want this man. She slips her robe off and pulls her big all natural sexy tits out of her nightie and starts to play with her big beautiful harden Nipples her left hand drifts down and starts to rub her very hot and very wet pussy she feels her freshly shaved bald pussy lips and rubs them. Tabitiha snaps out of it when she hears the man tell her that he is going to go and finish the lawn she tells him just a second and she will be right there she pulls her hand away from her pussy and she puts it up to her nose she smells her sweet aroma and she feel the wetness on her fingers Tabitha decide she want this man . When she walks back in with her big sexy tits out of her nighte his eyes are open really wide and he starts to say I better go when she walks up to him and pushes him down in his seat. Read more »

[MF] [First-person] [cheating] [light roughness] Saturday with my fling

Saturdays are my days to do things that are far away from my regular tasks during the week. Never one to spend a day sitting around for too long, I’ll typically head to the gym and then work on some things around the house, maybe go for a drive. As far as Saturdays go, today’s been a banner day. It’s perfect outside. After a nice, long run in the bright sun, I went out for a drive before spending the rest of the afternoon in the garage working on the car. You know, really manly stuff. And since you’re over for the weekend while my wife is away, I even washed and vacuumed your car for you. It’d been so long and I’m such a great guy, aren’t I?

I’m walking back inside, my white t shirt clinging to me. It’s been hot today and a little humid. I’m sweaty, but not too bad. And working on the car isn’t always the cleanest activity. So along with a clinging shirt, there are a few rather obvious oil and dust stains on the white cotton. My arms stretch the material, rising up past my biceps as I carry in a few tools. The pair of black athletic shorts hide a simple pair of light blue boxerbriefs. Not quite my favorite pair, but I didn’t want to risk somehow getting those particularly gross. I know how much you like them after all. Read more »

After a long day of work [MF]

After a long day of work I feel like doing nothing. This is probably a common feeling, but you have to admit that sometimes the tiredness really gets in the way. When I feel like this, there is little that can motivate my body to do anything it doesn’t need to. However, there is a particular activity that instantly awakens something within me, even after the most overwhelming of days.

On this specific day I was particularly tired after a long training and wanted to go straight to sleep. I drove home faster than usual to beat the rush hour traffic as it was 93 degrees and my AC was broken. The nearer I got to my house, the more tired I seemed to get. The only thing I had energy for when I got home was a cool shower. Once I got out, I put on some shorts, a t-shirt, and closed the window blinds as the sunbeams were heating up the room. Our blinds weren’t thick enough to completely darken the room, so you could see soft red flower patterns projecting on the bed from the sun hitting our drapes. My body was drained, but my thoughts from the busy day made it difficult for me to fall asleep. Read more »