I had moved to a new city and my sex life mostly revolved around tinder dates. After multiple hookups with women who failed to satisfy me I got that feeling that I thought I had moved past. I gave into the urge and set up a Grindr account just to satisfy my curiosity. I had tonnes of creepy guys message me and most of the time I would just ignore them. One day I was playing with my self and opened up the app to find a message that was quite polite so I started chatting with Andrew. He claimed to be Bi and was open to hanging out and just seeing what happened. He wasn’t pushy at all about it and we talked for a few more days. Eventually we exchanged some pictures which became sexual pictures very quick. As soon as I saw him I was done, I threw my inhibition out the window and drove to his house. He opened the door and I was surprised by how much shorter than me he was. He handed me a beer and we talked about videogames for a while before he asked if I wanted to go lay on his bed. I nervously agreed not sure what he was expecting. He handed me his laptop and suggested I show him some porn I like. I brought up some lesbian scenes for a while and he sat next to me. His bulge growing in his pants. I was still quiet nervous and only sporting a half chub when he reached over and grabbed my cock through my pants. I gasped and my cock twitched through my pants. He leaned in close to my ear and asked if I was enjoying it while he stroked me through my pants. I couldnt help but moan a weak yes as Andrew bit my earlobe and told me to take off my clothes. We both stripped and I got to see just how shredded he was. I also got to see how massive his cock was. I’m definitely above average and his girth was much bigger than mine. I slowly reached over and wrapped my hand around it and I could barely hold it in one hand. He moaned heavily as I moved my hand up and down. He then told me that he wanted to watch something guy on guy so he put on something else, we continued stroking each other, he quickly came all over himself while watching me but was somehow still hard. He pushed my hand away and started focusing on me. I rarely cum from hand jobs but it was different having a man who knows what to do massaging my balls and stroking my shaft, adding lube appropriately. Eventually I felt myself nearing the edge and my cum exploded all over my chest. I collapsed back as my hips bucked and I moaned loudly. He laughed and bit my neck. At this point I felt embarrassed since I was no longer horny. I asked for a towel to clean up and went to the bathroom. When I returned he was still naked, his dick rock hard, laying on the bed. I started to gather my clothes when he grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of him. Our cocks rubbed each other and my balls ached as I felt my cock stiffen again. He kissed me which made me feel weird then pushed my head down his body. I knew what he wanted but I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for it until his lube covered cock brushed my cheek and lips. I stated at it apprehensively a inch from my lips, I felt my mouth water and my cock stand at full mast. Before I could make a decision Andrew made it for me and grabbed the back of my Head, pushing his cock into my mouth. I gasped and resisted at first but there was no point. As soon as it reached the back of my mouth my hand was on my cock and I started bobbing on his. Realizing how much I enjoyed it. He moaned and fucked my mouth gently for a while. After sucking what I could for a few minutes I popped his cock out of my mouth and said “I thought we were just jerking off”, he smiled smugly and responded “I thought so too, but you clearly want this”, he was right, I was loving it, any straight thoughts left my head and I just enjoyed pleasuring this man’s cock while touching myself. Eventually he came when I was jerking him and he coated my neck and chest with more cum. I stood up, aroused, confused, and excited all at once, he wiped me clean with a towel then grabbed my cock and whispered in my ear that he wanted to return the favour. At this point I was just ready to go home and process the events that transpired. It would not be the last time Andrew convinced me to play with men again.
[MF] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Seventeen)
[Your messages have been heard loud and clear. I deeply apologize for taking so long so update, everything has been a whirlwind but I’ve always had outlines and paragraphs done as Michelle and I continue to play and explore, just never the time to put them all together and edit it down. I hope you enjoy!]
Chapter Seventeen
The next morning Michelle arrived and locked me away while I was still half asleep and sprawled out in my bed. I fell back asleep the moment she left, her soft kiss upon my forehead lingered for what felt like hours. It seemed as if this started as a strange partnership but was now turning towards a friendship with a relationship marinade. That kiss was different. My cock was still the same.
I woke late, her text teasing me about being a *sleepy head* and how worn out I was (thank God I had the day off). I read the note again, instantly intrigued about this client of hers and going out dressed. That was a huge step, and a big fantasy. I texted her good morning and asked a few questions about her make up artist friend.
[MF] Office Escapade: Drinking and Fucking with a Co-worker
I’d been working on the 11th floor of that big grey tower for almost three years now. And it was only until a few months ago, when a lady with a short skirt, brown/golden hair to her shoulders, and a shy face came walking in through the elevator doors, that work became finally exciting. ‘My name’s Lilly,’ she said with her arm stretched out to me. ‘
Do you know where I can find…’ she looked at a piece of paper in her hand. ‘… Mr. Jones? I’m coming for the job.’ And smiled. I shook her hand, pointed her to his office, and watched her go. Her legs bare, perfect, and probably tasted the sun in some exotic country a week ago. Her black skirt dancing along as her ass wiggled from side to side. You could see the meekness. Her head turning frantically from isle to isle, scanning office to office. Her hair flailed a last time as she knocked on Mr. Jones’ door, looked at me with an unsure smile, and got in. I looked at myself, shirt unironed and tie violating all office dress-codes. I could do better for her. Have to do better. And so I did.
[F] My experience of riding a wooden pony.
I was invited to ride a wooden pony. It was some kind a private show before a number of audiences.
It was an evening in May. I arrived the premises and was led to a garage. The center had been cleared and a triangular wooden pony was in the center of the clearing. There were already a few men and women there.
My heart was beating wildly and I was shaking slightly as I positioned myself next to the pony and waited for instructions. A man ordered me to strip. After I got naked I was instructed to climb over the wooden pony and stand over it. I could feel the wood slightly brushing the protruding flesh of my labia.
After standing over the wooden pony, my wrists were pulled behind my back by a man, and another man tied my wrists together with bondage rope.
Then they knelt below the pony, one on the left and another on the right. They bent and tied each of my ankle with a rope, and then loosely threaded the rope to a metal eyelet screwed into the wood on each side of the pony, behind where I was sitting.
Caught [MF][D/s][masturbation][denial][short]
*my original writing, feedback welcome*
“What are you doing in here?” I asked as I opened the door to my bedroom. She looked at me sheepishly.
“Were you touching yourself baby? You know the rules when you’re under my roof, no touching without my permission.” I took a couple of steps closer to the bed. “Oh, that must be soooo difficult for you, to have to ask permission before playing, most girls don’t have to do that ya know”, I teased condescendingly, “But your little pussy belongs to me, so you follow my special rules.”
“Well go ahead, rub that wet little cunt while I stand in the doorway and watch.” “Huh? Yes baby, I know it’s rare that I use that word, but it’s also rare that you defy the rules, so stop questioning or this will get much worse for you.”
As she followed my instructions while blushing something fierce I continued my verbal teasing, “I was being so nice, letting you take a nap on my bed while I tried to finish up my work and answer emails in the living room, all the while you were being a needy little slut… awww what’s that, you wanna rub harder, go ahead baby.”
my bf is a slut [mf] [kink]
As you can see from my post history, my boyfriend and I have been getting pretty kinky with toys, dirty talk, and role reversal/pegging. We recently acted out another hot scenario.
I got back to our apartment one day after work, and he wasn’t in the living room where he normally is. I walked into our bedroom to see him completely naked, fucking himself with a dildo that was suctioned to the wall while sucking another, bigger and realistic dildo.
Of course, this was set up. He wanted me to find him like this. I had been teasing him with ideas about how hot it would be for me to come home and stumble on him sucking a real cock all by himself.
It was so hot to see him riding that dildo and sucking the other one. His dick was rock hard.
“Oh wow,” I said. “You horny little slut. You’ve gotten so used to be being dominated, haven’t you? You just need to have fun without me, I see.”
He was pretending to act all embarrassed even if this was a set up, and it was still pretty hot. His dick twitched as I walked in – he was getting even more turned on.
Creature of the night [FM]
Stacy was a creature of the night, a party girl when she was still full of energy and a gloomy beauty full of contrasts once she cooled down and became tired. She was the only person who could bring Daniel to go to a party, to dance and suffer the insanely loud music when he absolutely hated all of that. He wasn’t a fan of clubs, the flashing lights and the depressing loneliness in the faces of everyone around him, but at her side it became something else. A workout after a long day, an extensive foreplay for the sex they never had or needed but with the long talks deep into the night and getting drunk together.
They were neighbors and had first met when she moved in and he had accepted her invitation despite knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy it, then miraculously enjoyed it. For a while he had been really unsure about her, thinking she was probably just allowing him to tag along but eventually it had become clear that despite their differences they liked, even needed each other to stay sane.
Belle’s story 3
“How’s this daddy?”
Her daddy turns and smiles at his sweet little princess warmly, and nods in approval. Taking in the sight of his beautiful babygirl in her silver bathing suit, matching so well with her soft milky white skin. She had at first tried on a pink bikini, but he hadn’t approved that. There was no denying that she is a stunning young girl, beautiful and sexy. But there’s no need to rub it in and see if they couldn’t attract a few perverts. And while this bathing suit does little to hide her sensual figure, it has a more wholesome appearance.
“That’s perfect sweetie”
She smiles and runs over to her daddy to put her arms around him. He kneels down and kisses her softly, pressing his lips against hers and running his tongue briefly over her own, making her cheeks flush and her eyes sparkle with excitement. But then he stands up and runs a hand through her soft lovely blonde hair.
“Go get your towel sweetheart, i’ll get our beach bag and we’ll go”
[M]y Passionate Drunken [F]uck Up with a Girl from the Bar [Cheating]
I posted my first story yesterday. I thought it would be my only one, but I had a lot of fun writing it, so I figured I’d get another one out. Sorry, this is the one where you find out I can be a shitty person. I’m not proud of this one but it makes for a decent story.
A handful of years ago I was at a weird place in my life. I had managed to peal myself out of a short bout of depression by majorly changing my daily habits and lifestyle. Gym, nofap, forcing myself out of my comfort zone, etc. Over a period of 6 months they had a profound impact on my life. I landed a new, much more fulfilling job, and I was connecting with people as I never had before. Everything was going well for me and I had endless energy. Working a 60+ hr week was easy and I still had energy to party on the weekends. I was in my mid-twenties.
I enjoyed this time but looking back I see how the success went to my head a bit. I was neglecting my relationship in favor of the new career and the lifestyle that came with it. We had a work hard, party hard culture at the office.
Confession: 136
I spent so much time with him that I actually thought about him eating my pussy. Our conversations flow like the smoothest pour of coffee yet no conclusion. His smile turns me into a young girl full of wants not knowing what desire means. I could watch him for hours smile with no intention even though I feel its for me. Almost at holding hands but the push is moving farther than what I want. I dipped in and out the thought of sucking his dick as I watched him reading a book on the bus. Too close or too much I want his hands all over me but I can’t reach inside his mind just the body.
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