A weekend with my Canadian Reddit friend – Friday [M36 F31] [oral] [anal]

My friend laughed when I told him I was going to see a girl in Canada. He’d asked if she was, in fact, real. And if she was, was she the kidney-stealing type?

I’d met her on Reddit months ago. We struck up a friendship, based mostly on me writing in great detail the ways I’d love to use her. And she, sometimes responding and sometimes just reading, would make herself cum as much as possible to my descriptions. She loved the idea of “being used,” and I had plenty of ideas about that topic.

As time passed, the common refrain of “wish I could be there feeling you right now” transitioned from a nicety between online play partners into earnest desire. When we would chat, the frequency of phrases like “If I were there right now what would you start doing” kept growing, as did that nagging desire to make it reality.

In the laziness of our conversation after both of us had just cum, the dominoes started to fall.

Wet Summer: Part II [threesome] [anal] [watersports] [m28] [f24]

About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

“Answer the door naked,” Chris said.

“What if someone else sees me?” I replied.

“I don’t give a fuck. Do it,” he didn’t flinch. I could see that a switch had flicked and Chris went from sensual-lover to dominant-Daddy. And I fucking loved it.

“Yes, daddy,” I said heading to the door.

I opened it and Dom stood there, silently observing my body. I grabbed his hand and led him inside, closing the door behind us. He immediately grabbed me, not wasting any time.

“God, I’m so fucking happy you guys texted me tonight. I’ve wanted to use you for a long time,” he said.

Breathlessly, I said, “I’m happy too. I want you and Chris to make me your piss slut tonight. Can you do that?”

He looked at Chris in shock, then said, “seriously?”

I nodded my head, then Chris nodded his in an agreeable manner.

“Fuck, yes! You’re a nasty whore. I love it!” He continued kissing me.

[MF] Diana(55) and her first anal experience.

If you have read my previous stories regarding Diana you will know we were work colleagues who were friends and then had entered into a friends with benefits relationship. I was 23 years old 6’3, tall and handsome she would say. Diane was 55, about 5’3 chubby with short blonde/greying hair and most importantly huge G-cup breasts, saggy but still full. She was divorced, had two children and was very sexually inexperienced. Her husband had been older than her and a missionary only kind of guy.

After 3 months of being hooking up Diane had tried multiple sex positions, had experienced oral sex, (giving and receiving) for the first time and regularly tit fuck her. (You can read the previous encounters on my profile.)

She was really coming out of her shell. At first when she wanted sex she would say “Do you want to go upstairs” then she started saying to me “I want you to do me” and after about 7 months she would text me. “I’m waiting for you lover, come and fuck me”. She had bought some lingerie (which was slightly too small and her breasts would spill out of). She had a vibrator now and she was getting better at dirty talk. She would call me her toy boy.

I thought she was just a book nerd but I was so wrong [FM]

We matched on the well used dating app, I was instantly attracted to Jen; black hair and a slim body. It didn’t take us long to get onto naughtier chats. I was a little surprised but I was all for it, the literature graduate turned out to be a very very naughty girl.

We exchanged lots of naughty chats and more for a couple of weeks before we finally met up. We spoke about it for hours, sharing stories and what we liked to do.

I arranged the hotel and we were set.

We instantly hit it off, I immediately got her a glass of red wine, after she told me that red wine makes her so horny. I was only too happy to oblige. We chatted and flirted, got drunk and then we knew it was time.

The sexual tension was so high, we barely made it into the room and Jen’s dress was on the floor. My boxers around my ankles, my fingers on her clit as we moved to the bed, Jen spread her legs as she lay in her back and my tongue went straight to her clit. Jen let out various sighs and groans as I tasted her tight pussy. It wasn’t even a surprise how tight it looked, she wasn’t a tall girl and was so slim, her body tight and just perfect.

The Ravishing of Oonagh. [Submission] [Anal] [High-Fantasy]

Oonagh had been a princess all her life, but never before had she felt so completely helpless and powerless. The enemy army that invaded her city had utterly decimated their forces, leaving the people of the city with no choice but to surrender. Varanik, the leader of this invading force was cruel and relentless, offering only one way for Oonagh’s people to be spared: if she agreed to become his concubine and sex slave.

She knew it was wrong – an affront against her own dignity as well as those of everyone in the city – yet there was something about him that made even such an abominable proposition seem almost inviting, like he held some kind of power over her mind as much as he did over her body. Reluctantly accepting defeat both on behalf of herself and also for everybody else who’d have suffered should she refused him.

Oonagh followed him into his bedchamber where things quickly escalated past any point at which could turn back from what lay ahead for them both. He abruptly pushed Oonagh onto the bedspread beneath them; roughly gripping each side her face between his hands.

Staying Late on a Friday Night with a Sadistic Boss [M 20s /F Late30s] [Enemies to Fucker] [Fdom] [M Defiant] [Manipulation] [Degradation] lots of [Insults] some [Sadism] more [Masochism] [Rough Anal] [Kidnapping]

Staying Late on a Friday Night with a Sadistic Boss

Adam slapped the file down on his boss’s desk. “Here, I finished it. I’ll see you on Monday.” He sighed out, exhausted. Miss Devor had told him he had to finish the report before he left for the weekend because it was very important for “business reasons” or whatever. It had been a long week and he was ready to get home and crash.

“Just a moment, let me look it over first.” Miss Devor snatched the papers up from the desk and began casually perusing them.

Adam stifled a groan, “It’s there, Miss Devor. I double checked it.” He began inching towards the door to the office.

“Well then I shall triple check it.” She replied sharply, stopping him in his tracks with a glare from over her thick black framed glasses. “I’ve had to wait up for you to finish as well, so you can sit down and give me a *moment* while I make sure everything is in order. We all have places to be…” She added an additional note of annoyance to that last part.

[MF] my first experience with an older woman. M23 and F55

(I recently deleted my old account and I am reuploading my stories)

Hi, this quite a long story but I wanted to share this story from my life. I hope it will give you all an appreciation for older women and how amazing they can be.

When I was 23 I was doing shift work at customer service centre, day shifts and night shifts.

I worked with team of 5, me and 4 other women. All nice people but I wasn’t planning to date any of them. One was Diana (not her real name). She was 55, about 5’3 with short fading blonde hair, blue eyes and slightly chubby but nice skin and she wore nice makeup. You could also tell she had an impressive set of breasts under her clothes, but you try not to look. She had been working there for years and I had only been there 6 months.

We didn’t speak much as we were mostly on the phone. She lived near to the building and walked to work but I had drive in. I was still living with my parents at the time, saving for my own place. One day after a night shift and it was awful weather outside, wind and rain I offered her a lift home which she accepted. I dropped her off, she thanked me and I continued home and didn’t think anything of it.

Curiosity [NSFW] [Solo] [M20] [Femboy] [Crossdressing] [Anal] [Masturbating]

**Note:** …just mind that english is my second language so the grammer and what not may suck at some points and futher stories as I’m also not the best of writer for those type of stories or in general, so please go easy on me.

“It’s not gay to try it once…right?” I muttered to myself while walking away from the corner store. The bag in my hands swished from side to side while I playfully started skipping. The awkward tension of buying lube from people I knew was over and now I could get to the fun part! Just a quick hop, skip, and drive home later-

I sat down on my bed.. Terrified. I’ve never done anything like this before- How was it supposed to feel? Should I try watching something to get in the mood? What if it’s not what I expected it to be?

Flustered and nervous, I threw myself down and stared at the ceiling. Phone in one hand, bottle in the other.

Mmnnnn~

Groaning, I flicked through my phone looking for something as a distraction.. Maybe I could just jerk off and sleep on-

“I’m ready for you~” (M26/F25) (Facesitting, Rough Anal)

(This is my first ever attempt at a completely original Smut Story; I hope you enjoy!)

Xander quietly paced back & forth in the bedroom, deliberating, sweat slowly dripping down his forehead. He had been married for 2 whole years at this point; A marriage he very much loved & savoured, a candle that he hoped could never burn out, a great oak-tree that would never succumb to Winter’s Grasp, an insefferable bond that couldn’t be shook by any tension…But, there was one problem: Xander had never really wanted kids.

It’s not that he didn’t like ’em, he just didn’t believe that he could handle the responsiblities of being a father; Let alone a GOOD one. He shared these thoughts with the love of his life, his incredible wife, Kiara who also didn’t want to have kids for similar reasons as Xander; She just couldn’t do it, so much responsiblity, so much time, her head would burst!

Xander, despite his pretty intimidating look at first, was the perfect examples of the ol’ phrase: ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover.’ Xander, despite his terrifyingly tall 6’6 stature, long jet-black hair & icy-blue eyes that could kill a Grizzly Bear with a glare alone; was incredibly laid-back, attentive & would never hurt a fly…Unless that fly would dare hurt Kiara, then, there would be trouble.

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Part III (MF, F/F, Incest[S/S], incest voyeurism[D/F,D/M], anal)

Thank you for your kind comments! They make this even more fun than it already is…

This part picks up immediately after Part II ends. I hope (fingers crossed) to post the next two parts over the holiday weekend.

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Part III

“Ya think?,” Lila said. “We just got turned on by watching our twin daughters having sex and we followed it up with earth-shattering sex of our own. We sure as hell need to talk.”

“I think there’s more going on here than just that.”

“What do you mean?”

I sighed. I had been married to this woman for over two decades. We knew each other intimately. We knew each other’s thoughts, each other’s deepest fears, each other’s fantasies. There was no way I could withhold what I experienced just an hour before.

“Something happened up in the attic, right before I came into the bathroom when you were in the tub.”

I trailed off and took a deep breath. Lila looked concerned.

“You okay?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. I reached up and turned on the light, holding out my wrists. The rope burns were still visible.