The Perfect Five Days [MF][Str8]

Wednesday night was show night. An overnight stay in the city once more. We caught the train and the lads looked like they were keen for a drink beforehand. Me? Not so much.

*“Kitty?”*

It was Blake. Blake was someone who had so much faith in me as a musician, he had been in every band I had ever been in.

*“Yes, darling?”*

*“I want to give you this. We have talked about it. I managed to wrangle an invite for you and Minnie. I am sure only good will come out of it.”*

*“What makes you say that?”*

*“Having met the Master, I am sure he is your type. A lot of other musicians and people into music and you get to wear a pretty dress.”*

*“I am sold then. How often do they have the parties?”*

*“There was one last Thursday night but I didn’t invite you because the Master had a prior engagement. Played the new Monkees album. Dress code is no sloppiness and dress to impress. First of June is the next one.”*

*“So tomorrow. Dress to impress?”* Read more »

[FM] Birthday sex

It’s my birthday, and we both know what that means. I’m wearing my favorite black dress. It’s snug, of course, hugging my curving breasts, waist, and hips. It hits just above the middle of my thigh and rides up when I walk, so I’m constantly tugging it down. Occasionally you grin at me and tug it back up, revealing more of my long legs. The top of the dress is the best part: it’s a scoop neck, but it has a triangular slit in the middle, showing off my breasts. Not that I could hide them, anyway.

I’m not wearing jewelry and I wore flats so that I’m still shorter than you, which is what you prefer. My hair is down and straight, just reaching my shoulders. You brushed the right side behind my ear and trailed your hand down my neck, shoulder, and arm, sending a tingling sensation down ahead of your fingers. I expect them to stop in my fingertips, but instead they jump to my stomach and keep moving down. I close my eyes. Read more »

A nurse, a steel rod, a neck that’s choked. (Or how I got into shoving sharpies into my cock for fun) [FM]

By request, here is the story of how I got into sounding and eventually a love for office supplies in my cock.

But first I want to get this out of they way…. yes, I AM bisexual. However I LOVE women. 80% of my sexuality is focused on women. With the other 20% humans with cocks, or even better a threesome.

So to answer your question, i was always fascinated with my cock when I was a child. I remember sticking strands of my hair down my peehole to see how that felt, when I was 8yrs old. I had my oral first sex when I was 11. At 13 I had anal sex. At 14 I was fully sexual, a lot.

Later when I was in my 20’s I fell in love with a beautiful trauma nurse. She was strong, with short black hair and brown/green/blue eyes that changed color all the time. By the time we met I was way into other “non standard” forms of sex, and that’s one reason she was drawn to me.

Well, the nurse was as super kinky as I was, perhaps a bit more even…. and one day…. Read more »

[MF] A private fashion show

You push open the door to my room without hesitation, knowing it’s always unlocked. Your first view is of my ass, snug and firm in the yoga pants I bought solely for your enjoyment. I’m leaning over my desk, obviously waiting for you. You lock the door and go straight for my ass, pushing your hips against it, relishing the feeling of me pushing back, moaning in anticipation and eagerness. I rub my ass across your crotch, straightening my back to lean against you. Your arms wrap around me, pulling me close against you and feeling my breasts through the thin, t-shirt bra that has always been your favorite.

You spin my around and crush yourself against me once more. Your lips find mine, and we share one of our ravenous kisses that we can only experience after being apart for too long. Our lips seal against each other, tongues furious, jaws pressing closer and closer together until it’s almost painful. Your hands find my ass and our kisses continue. I pull off your jacket as you push down my pants, your hands going back to my ass, this time inside my pink lace panties. Read more »

[MF] A lapdance and a blowjob for a guy I met on Tinder

[I originally posted this years ago, but recently decided to use a throwaway for these stories, so I’m reposting now.]

Sit down in a chair in the middle of the room, facing the door. It opens slowly to reveal me standing in the door, one hand on my hip, the other on the door frame. My short brown hair is straight and down. I’m wearing the school girl costume you got for me: a white blouse crop top that covers only my boobs, my lace black bra showing through with my cleavage, a tight red plaid mini skirt, just barely covering my ass, thigh-high stockings, and black heels. As you stare at me, taking in my body, my hand slides across my skin from my hip to my breasts. I pull one side of my shirt over, showing you a glimpse of my nipple. Moan. Stay in your seat. I take a step forward and turn around to close the door, showing off my ass. Turn on some music. Anything you want to listen to, it doesn’t matter. Still facing away from you, I run my fingers through my hair while my hips start to rotate. My other hand slides down my torso and slips into my skirt. Watch me in the mirror on the back of the door. Watch my ass move in circles, imagine your dick pressed against my warm skin. My hand tugs at the bottom of my skirt, showing you a peek at my ass. I’m not wearing panties. Read more »

Your friendly local barber shop [First time, MM]

During my junior year in college, I lived alone in a small city apartment. My entire social life consisted of short, random conversations with students in my classes, or coworkers at my warehouse night job.

I didn’t mind. I was lonely, but not that lonely. I wanted a girlfriend. Someone to love. I played video games. I jerked off 2 or 3 times a day. It had been this way for some time. In the past year all my friends had graduated and moved away. My casual approach to my studies had held me back.

I drank and smoked pot. The pornography I sought out became more varied. Almost by accident, at first, I began to focus on cocks as I watched women get fucked. I discovered shemales and dickgirls. Femenine but hard. Written fantasies, especially, pushed the boundaries of what I found myself turned on by. Written porn made it easier to imagine, and I would find myself imagining the girl with a cock in her mouth. In my mouth. But I didn’t think of myself as gay at all. I liked girls. Maybe a bit curious, at most. Read more »

Your friendly local barber shop [First time, MM]

During my junior year in college, I lived alone in a small city apartment. My entire social life consisted of short, random conversations with students in my classes, or coworkers at my warehouse night job.

I didn’t mind. I was lonely, but not that lonely. I wanted a girlfriend. Someone to love. I played video games. I jerked off 2 or 3 times a day. It had been this way for some time. In the past year all my friends had graduated and moved away. My casual approach to my studies had held me back.

I drank and smoked pot. The pornography I sought out became more varied. Almost by accident, at first, I began to focus on cocks as I watched women get fucked. I discovered shemales and dickgirls. Femenine but hard. Written fantasies, especially, pushed the boundaries of what I found myself turned on by. Written porn made it easier to imagine, and I would find myself imagining the girl with a cock in her mouth. In my mouth. But I didn’t think of myself as gay at all. I liked girls. Maybe a bit curious, at most. Read more »

[F4M] Hunted

*Just Breathe.* I will my body to do the simplest of actions. *Breathe.*

I close my eyes as I lean against the rough skin of an old tree. I grip the bark under my palms to keep me centered. I pull in a deep breath and hold it for a few heartbeats before releasing it. I open my eyes and search the darkness around me. The moon offered little light, yet much ambience to this eve. *A hunter’s moon.* I shiver and take in a shuddering breath. There was a hunt taking place alright.

It wasn’t intentional, my idea for a midnight stroll was completely innocent. Sleepless and hot from being bundled up, I decided a nice walk in the cool night air would calm me and cool my body into relaxing. I’d walked these woods many a time, I wasn’t afraid of them. I walked for about fifteen minutes before I felt the air change. I walked slower trying to decipher what it is that has shifted the balance in this place. I could still hear the crickets and small creatures scurrying through the felled foliage. And then, I heard the deafening sound of a branch snap under the tread of something heavy. I looked in that direction quickly. Read more »

[MF] A dirtyr4r success post.

Note: I am the guy in this story, my companion originally posted this write-up shortly after our encounter then deleted it. I’m reposting it with her permission with some of the identifiable info scrubbed out. Anyway – here’s how it went down:

All my roads to (city redacted) seem to lead to (landmark redacted)
—this trip was no different. Well, except for the fact that I had a bullet to strike off the old bucket list: complete a random internet (read: Reddit) stranger hook-up.

Note: there’s lots of extra prose because I’m feeling nostalgic. Scroll down for action.

By the time I made it into the city, I thought I was doomed to once again put off this quest since no one was catching my eye, but then it happened. A little orange envelope popped into view with someone who actually read through and followed the requests in my post! And he sounded sexually responsible and compatible to boot—a cautious gal’s dream come true. Read more »

(mf) Lisa

I saw the flicker in her eyes, that familiar, playful smile. That one second of give, when her defences fell and I knew that she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. It’d been months – months – since we’d seen each other. My hands were in her hair before she could stop me, and Lisa didn’t even resist – she leapt up, wrapped her lean, strong legs around my waist. The wall found her back and I found her under me again. Her perfume filled my nose, and as I caught her to stop her from slipping, I felt a soft moan slip from her mouth. Her lips were soft, warm, inviting, and I lost myself in them for a moment. She was already grinding against me. Stronger than before, more insistent. This girl had been hitting the gym since I’d last seen her… I felt her bite my lip, none too gently, and I hissed. That feline smile flitted over her face, and Lisa caught my belt, tried to pull at it. Useless. I dropped her to the ground, tore the belt free, then watched her saucily slip a shoulder out of her silky, tight gown. No bra, just a firm, irresistible breast… but as I reached for her, she slapped my hand out of the way and grabbed my jacket lapels, and bit my neck. Sank her teeth into my flesh with just the right amount of pressure to make me snarl like an animal. Read more »