[MF] Me [M] teasing and flirting with the boss [F]

Well, let me start by telling you that I [42M] love to get attention from attractive women. I don’t pull out my cock in public, but I love to display my bulge. Some points of interest, I work around a lot of younger women. I also have a voracious sexual appetite. At any time of the day I am half erect. I love going to the urinal and pulling out my cock. I love the way it feels when it is freed from my slacks. The air hits it an instantly he gets hard. I do this before interacting with women. They ALWAYS look.

My bulge is big without any excitement. When I go for coffee, I catch women and some men peeking. I catch women staring at it all the time. The other day I caught a 20ish attractive young woman beside me at a coffee shop staring at my bulge. She was fixated on my cock. I watched her out of my peripheral view take her camera phone and sneak a photo of my bulge. Then she just starred at it as if she was building a little fantasy. I hope she used it later. I had to rub my cock several times after imagining what she could have been thinking. Read more »

[M]outh [F]ucking A Shy Friend In Her Car

This is about the first time a friend and I gave in to our sexual tension for each other. Let’s call my friend Gwen. To give you some idea on what to visualize, Gwen has brown hair with the Katy Perry/Zooey Deschanel vibe going on, she’s shy, smart, and cute. She’s got a cozy style, usually in high socks, leggings, off shoulder sweaters, and a beanie. She’s shy and takes a while to warm up to new people, but she’s perfect company for the movies or breakfast.

We texted for weeks, maybe about a month or two before finally meeting. We saw each other progressively more and more over the course of a few months, occasionally flirting via text, but never crossing any boundaries in person. The more we flirted and spent time together, the heavier the tension weighed on me. Sometimes I could tell she felt it too, breathing heavily and quickly if a moment that felt like an opportunity to make a move presented itself. We went at least once almost every week, and I was beginning to want this girl BAD. Read more »

[TM] Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

Shaun Train Bloggspot

It was a dark and stormy night as I drove down River Street next to the trolley tracks into Milton. I went over the river, and through the woods with the radio on. I was going to meet a man who was Dominant, and had put a personal ad online. He wanted a ‘submissive cocksucker’ who would dress in sexy lingerie. He would ‘train’ someone to do things the way he liked. I answered. Because his ad was so detailed, I decided to include my phone number in the first email, along with a small picture of me ‘dressed’ in a black strapless bra, black women’s underpants, and black thigh high fishnets with red ‘fuck me’ pumps. My phone rang very soon after I sent the reply, his voice sounded deep and masculine. He said he liked what I wrote, and he liked my picture.

He said he was going to be unavailable for two weeks, after tonight, so….would I see him tonight. I had to get ready, I asked him to call back. He did, and I said, “yes.” I got my bag together with an all black outfit, and left my house at eight o’clock to make sure I got to his house by nine. Read more »

[TM] Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

Shaun Train Bloggspot

It was a dark and stormy night as I drove down River Street next to the trolley tracks into Milton. I went over the river, and through the woods with the radio on. I was going to meet a man who was Dominant, and had put a personal ad online. He wanted a ‘submissive cocksucker’ who would dress in sexy lingerie. He would ‘train’ someone to do things the way he liked. I answered. Because his ad was so detailed, I decided to include my phone number in the first email, along with a small picture of me ‘dressed’ in a black strapless bra, black women’s underpants, and black thigh high fishnets with red ‘fuck me’ pumps. My phone rang very soon after I sent the reply, his voice sounded deep and masculine. He said he liked what I wrote, and he liked my picture.

He said he was going to be unavailable for two weeks, after tonight, so….would I see him tonight. I had to get ready, I asked him to call back. He did, and I said, “yes.” I got my bag together with an all black outfit, and left my house at eight o’clock to make sure I got to his house by nine. Read more »

A spontaneous four way. [m][f][m][f]

This happened to me in February 2017 but I’ve only just discovered a place where it’s appropriate to share! It still turns me on so much to recall this story and it may well be the most exciting thing to happen in my life.

I spent 6 months backpacking around Southeast Asia in 2017. Prior to that, my sex life had been virtually non-existent and I was currently 14 months into a metaphorical ‘draught.’ Roughly six weeks into my trip I found myself on a small island in Cambodia called Koh Rong Samloem. Staying at a secluded backpacker hostel I’d spent my evening drinking and smoking with a small group of people from all over the world. At midnight the generator was turned off and all of the lights went out, tiki torches were lit and everyone followed them down to the beach to continue the festivities. At this point I was pretty tired and was considering turning in for the night. I saw one of thee girls I’d been drinking with casual stripping off and walking into the ocean naked, I thought ‘fuck it’ and decided to follow her. We ended up swimming out to some hammocks in the water a couple of 100m from the beach. Another guy and girl were there, reclining completely naked and carefree. Making small talk I asked if they were in the same dorm room and the guy said ‘Nah, I’m renting a private bungalow.’ Feeling almost zero inhibitions at this point, I said ‘Well I guess we’re all having group sex at your place later on!’ Everyone laughed and one of the girls said ‘OK…’ the others nodded in agreement and I could barely believe what I was hearing.
I suggested that we headed back now before be sobered up and change our mind… before I knew it, everyone had swam back to the beach and was walking naked through the jungle heading back to this guys room. Read more »

Rush Part One [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

Eleven-Seventeen.  That was our number.  To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing.  But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body.  A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night.  Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images.  The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony.  As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug.  Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass.  Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them.  I digress. Read more »

Rush Part One [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night. Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images. The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony. As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug. Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass. Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them. I digress. Read more »

hookup turns to 5some

I was feeling horny again and went onto Tinder. I had a couple matches so I hit one up and he was DTF. I drove over to his place, and knocked on the door. A tall man answered the door. “Hey Gracie, how you doing?” I pushed him inside, and pulled the door shut while pulling down my skirt. “Lets go then doll,” the man said. He helped me strip, and then stripped himself. His cock was at least 7 inches and was throbbing. His chest was well defined, and so were his arms. He picked me up, slinging me over his strong shoulders like a sack of potatoes, and took me to his bedroom and laid me off the side of the bed. He fingered me expertly with one hand, and then started to eat me out. I watched his brown hair bob up and down as he pleasured me. After a minute, he stood up and sat on the bed “suck me,” he said. I pushed my blonde hair back, and got on my knees on his carpet floor, and took him in my mouth, I gagged a little as I took his full length, but eventually I took all of it, and started swirling my tongue on his meat. Once I felt the salty taste of precum, I stopped and said “fill me all the way, I’m on the pill.” Read more »

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[TM] Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

It was a dark and stormy night as I drove down River Street next to the trolley tracks into Milton. I went over the river, and through the woods with the radio on. I was going to meet a man who was Dominant, and had put a personal ad online. He wanted a ‘submissive cocksucker’ who would dress in sexy lingerie. He would ‘train’ someone to do things the way he liked. I answered. Because his ad was so detailed, I decided to include my phone number in the first email, along with a small picture of me ‘dressed’ in a black strapless bra, black women’s underpants, and black thigh high fishnets with red ‘fuck me’ pumps. My phone rang very soon after I sent the reply, his voice sounded deep and masculine. He said he liked what I wrote, and he liked my picture.

He said he was going to be unavailable for two weeks, after tonight, so….would I see him tonight. I had to get ready, I asked him to call back. He did, and I said, “yes.” I got my bag together with an all black outfit, and left my house at eight o’clock to make sure I got to his house by nine. Read more »

An Unexpectedly Kinky Second Date With [M]y [F]riend… [exhibition], [public], [kink], [light bondage]

Context: Last weekend I (20, 6’2, 6.5″, average build) went out on a date with a {f}riend (19, 5′, 36B, fairly slim) for the first time. All throughout the day she did everything she could to tease me. Before we left she got me to hold a jumper that she was going to change into, which she did right in front of me revealing that she had no bra on. Throughout the day she would bend over in her short skirt showing me her lacy underwear. When we were sat down she would “accidentally” have her hand against my crotch. And so I of course “accidentally” found my hands against her boobs, making sure to rub the fabric against her nipples. At the end of the date she gave me a hug and whispered in my ear “Maybe next time” with a wink, making sure to show off her body one last time. This is the story of that next time… Read more »