Lunch Break [MF] [anal]

My phone dings with a text from you. “I’m thinking of coming home for lunch”

I smile at the thought. Working from home meant my lunch breaks were filled with raucous fucking. The kind we couldn’t get away with when the kids were home and sleeping down the hall. It reminded me of the early days when we couldn’t keep our pants on around each other.

“Expecting a blowjob?” I respond.

“Yes, among other things. I need you. Be home in 30.”

I jump up from my desk and hurry to turn on the shower. While waiting for the water to turn hot, I slide my hand down to my pussy, parting my lips and running one finger over my slit. I am already slippery with anticipation. I rub two fingers around my clit, relishing the electric tingles. I need to stop before things get out of hand. It won’t be long until you are home.

I step in and attempt to focus on showering and shaving, ensuring a smooth pussy for you to bury your face into. After, standing in the warm bathroom air, I dry the water from my body, enjoying the heightened sensitivity from my arousal. I squeeze my breasts and imagine your mouth across them, rolling my nipple with your tongue. I tweak a nipple and then shake the thought from my head. Soon.

What I am looking for

Yes, that’s right. I am doing what I never wanted to have to do. I am spelling it all out for you because apparently I cannot find what I am looking for without doing so. So please read carefully =]

This is what makes me mad:

“Dominants” who claim online, and even in person, to have so much experience in their trade, and then when it comes down to an actual scene or session, I find that they know close to nothing.

“Dominants” who act like timid kittens when I bring out my bag of toys. Please, don’t glance at the toys, blush, and then put them in the corner, never to use them on me or for your own benefit. I brought them for a reason! And chances are that if I have a particular toy, then I am probably into that sort of play.

“Dominants” who want or need me to write them a script/playwrite for a session. I am a sexual submissive. In a scene or approaching a scene, I cannot and will not tell you what to do… That would just be very unnatural for me. And besides… I do love that nervous anticipation of not knowing what is coming. Plus, planning it out ahead of time (or in the moment, as an experienced and/or natural Dominant should be able to) is your job anyways. My job is to serve, obey and please.

Fantasy of my wife cheating turned into reality (part 1)

So this is an old story (10 years ago now since we started dating). I dont want to spoil anything so I’m not going to comment on where things are now.

We started dated at 17, In the beginning sex was good although it seemed to really die down after a few weeks. No more blowjobs and sex became a once a week occurrence. Which was frustrating because she is beautiful and honestly the most attractive girl I ever been with. She’s half filipino and half Spanish, long black hair and a nice bubbly round ass. Like an above average ass, not huge but nice, big and round. She always wore leggings or yoga pants, like she enjoyed showing off her ass.

While we were dating in the first year, she told me about a guy she had a FWB thing with, basically a guy who was in her class who was very good looking. She talked about how she gave him blowjobs on a few different occasions, never had sex. In a way this bothered me more the fact they didn’t have sex and instead she was giving him blowjobs. It was so dirty.

How Flight Attendant [F] masturbate during the flight

Many of my subscribers ask if I masturbate while working. Yes of course.

Not every time, but just sometimes. That’s why I always have a lubricant with me. Of course, I like to use my spit more, but sometimes because of the dry air in the cabin of the plane, my mouth dries up. I don’t wear bras and panties during work, only stockings. Yes, this is a mandatory rule for any airline, you can go without panties, with an anal plug, with a vibrator inserted between your legs, but you must wear pantyhose. If the flight is short time, then there is practically no time to rest, but if the flight is long or red-eye, then I have some free time.

After the passengers have eaten and we have removed all the garbage, I wait until all the passengers calm down, go to the lavatory and back their seats.

I take the lube and go to the lavatory. I like to know that so many strangers are flying in the cabin and I’m standing almost naked and masturbating in the lavatory. Sometimes I masturbate standing up, sometimes I sit on toilet.

Fulfilling My [F] DP Fantasy With My BF [M]

While dating my ex bf, Sammy, he really got me into anal. I wasn’t really crazy about the idea before, but after trying it a few times I really started getting into it. I didn’t tell him, but I’d play with my ass while rubbing my clit. I loved it so much that I started using a dildo instead of my fingers. I loved the feeling of my ass being filled and stretched. Every time Sammy would visit, I’d ask him fuck my ass since his cock was thicker than my dildo. He was so turned on by me asking that he’d cum within a few minutes of fucking my ass.

One night I confessed to him about my obsession with anal. His eyes widened as i told him about nights alone where i fingered my ass and how I wanted to really be stretched out. He told me that he was supportive of any exploration that I wanted to do so I asked him if he was open to doing a DP with a dildo. He agreed as long as he got to use the dildo on me.

Wax play & more… [Mf]

Wax play….

I was told a lot earlier in the day that we were going to be doing wax play tonight… I’ve always loved playing with wax, even as a kid. When we first got together we used candles which we dropped everywhere on me leaving lots of little colourful splashes and dots everywhere, the heat remaining long after the wax started cooling.

Last year we got a wax melting pot that you would normally see in a beauticians – so He can pour wax on me rather than just drip it. We’ve been experimenting with different mixtures and different temperatures to find what works best.

He has this little tiny jug that He uses and I heard him pick it up. Next thing I feel is a warmth spreading over my back and he literally poured the wax all over my lower back and then in a long long down the back of my legs all the way down to my ankles.

At this point I’m just laying there completely limp, my entire body has relaxed and I’m just moaning in a low contended voice constantly…

One of my biggest fantasies fulfilled, almost too easily [MT]

First off, this was a hook-up with a trans girl, if that doesn’t get you off, stop reading now.
I have always had a kink for passable trans girls, not at all interested in men or “sissies”.
This was only 3 days ago and I’m still trying to decide my next move. She told me she is on Reddit but wouldn’t give me her username…

So I’ll begin with how this started over a week ago.
I was having a conversation with a friend at work, she’s basically my best platonic friend, I share everything with her and her to me. We’ve never fooled around or anything, we’ve made jokes about fucking but never have, surprisingly.
Anyway, I told her I had a fantasy for trans girls, and it took me a few drinks to say it, as in I almost immediately regretted it.
She got this smirk on her face and started texting someone, I got on the defence and told her to keep it to herself but she basically told me to shut up and wait.
Long story short, her sister’s best friend is a trans girl that was looking for a hook-up, and she gave me her number.
I played it off like maybe I would think about calling her, but after 2 days it was all I could think about. I was jerking off to girls on r/traps and feeding the fire, so I texted her a “hey”.
She texted back within minutes
“Hi!, I’ve been waiting for a text ;)”
(Let’s call her Chrissy as I doubt she would want her real name shared)

Kiddnapped & Feminized (Part 2) [MM+][Anal][Rape][nc][feminization][transformed]

My eyes flittered open looking up at the roof of what I thought was my room. I thought to myself “what a crazy night I can barely remember anything, I must have drunk too much”. I had a pounding headache, probably from a hangover. I started to swing my legs off the side of the bed to get up and get some water, but as I tried to move my feet, I became aware of cold metal around my ankles and the clinking of chain as I moved. I looked down at my ankles and my heart dropped seeing them chained to either side of the bed that I was on, trying to reach down and wrestle with the ankle cuffs I realized that both of my hands were also shackled to the bed. At this point my heart was pounding and I felt lightheaded, where was I? what happened? How did I get here? Then it hit me, I remembered the events in the alleyway, the two men who had jumped me, had they kidnapped me? Why would they kidnap me of all people? I didn’t have any money. Panicking I realized that I may not know why I was here but what I did know was that I needed to get out before anyone came back. I started to struggle against the cuffs on my ankles and wrists rattling the chains.

Punishing an errant slave (Part 5)

Christy was whimpering when I opened the door. Megan had gone further than I intended in getting her ready. She was wearing the harness I requested, but also bound with her hands behind her back and arms tied at the elbows. She was kneeling on the hardwood floor in a corner, facing away from me and gagged from the sound of things. Christy’s position prevented her from seeing the collection of tools I’d had Megan prepare as well.

Megan and I stood her up and turned her back towards the rest of the room and watched her eyes widen at the sight of everything collected for use on her. There were cups and clamps with weights, an anal hook, several dildos covered in uncomfortable sharp nubs, inflatable plugs of various lengths, a sturdy riding crop, lengths of rough hemp rope, some resistance bands, and at the end, a cattle prod.