Buying a submissive toy for the night. [Threesome][Submissive][Blowjobs][Creampie][Bondage]

I was invited to a private auction. It was ladies night, our opportunity to preview the merchandise and decide if we wanted to partake. It was my first time being invited to this event, and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

This auction is where men, who would fulfill my sexual desires, could be purchased. I’d received my paddle with which to make my bids, yet was still unprepared for the sight before me when the doors opened. The auctioneer was on stage. As were six other men. They had two inch thick collars around their necks. Their arms were behind their backs, bound. Slings around their cocks. Their heads were down aimed at their feet. One catches my attention though. You’re wearing glasses, and have brown/blonde hair. I see your eyes peek up, as you hear me bidding on you. My bid is accepted and you disappear to the back. I can feel my pussy quivering at the thought already of what I have in store for you.

Athletics or Academics at University [Mf][BD]

“There is really very little more you can do, Miss Jones,” Dr. Morgan said. “Unless you have a time machine, that is. I’m sorry but you really need to hand in projects on time when I ask you for them.”

Dr. Morgan was one of the university’s history professors. He had been my professor for the last semester, and he seemed pretty cool at first. He had a few streaks of gray in his brown hair, but overall looked younger than most of the other history professors, and he had a real passion for his craft. I could always see his passion, at least when I paid attention. His thick rimmed glasses and bright-colored neckties came across as a bit dorky, but he was an adorable dork, and I had probably spent as much time dreaming about him as I did listening to what he was saying… which admittedly I listened to very little of his lectures, but hey, I’m a busy woman. I’m on a full-ride volleyball scholarship at this university, and that means that I need to concentrate on that! Unfortunately, there were also academic requirements to stay on the team, and I couldn’t afford to let my GPA fall any further.

The Eighth Wonder of Reddit [MF]

This post is about Caitlin, the eighth Redditor I’ve hooked up with. It also details three encounters we’ve had, so you fine folks get a three-for-one. That’s the kinda guy I am.

**About me**

You can skip if you’ve read my other posts. If not, here’s a verbal snapshot of myself: 28 yo 6-ft, 195 lbs. Gym-goer, but average shape. I’ve lost 12 pounds since March though (woot woot!) Brown hair, (usually) green eyes. I’m hit on quite a bit, which is flattering. Though I do keep my slutty side private, and most friends would have no idea the sort of debauchery I’ve gotten into. Since college I’ve gone from one long relationship to the next. The most recent was an engagement that ended and finally found me embracing the bachelor life. I’ve always had an extremely high sex drive, but being antisocial found myself on Reddit as opposed to a hookup app, or at a bar.

I’ve recently been referred to (I choose to believe lovingly) as a fuckboy. I’m not a fan of the term, but there’s a point where you have to accept it. So sure: I am. I don’t like the word “bull” either, but I love fucking other fellas’ SO’s. So I guess I’m that too.

[Str8] [FM] [BD] Sharing Our Kinkiest Fantasies

Your friend, Beth sat cross-legged on an iron bench pulled up to the patio table. You sat across sipping on ice-cold Peach tea. You probably hated peach tea, but Beth always served it and so far, you’d never complained. across from you. Warm, two overhead fans kept you both cool. She wore a straight blue skirt that fell just above her knees and tight pink cotton button blouse that looked almost too small to confine her full breasts. “You want to share our kinkiest fantasies?” she said and then bit her lower lip. Her eyes twinkled as if she were living out the fantasy in her mind as she sat there.

I needed it the right way Pt. 2 [FM] [light kink/bondage] [long]

*I got some PMs asking about what happened after, so I thought I’d follow up. I did change names for the story, but everything else is what it was.*

In the last post, I detail that Ewan and I were in a relatively volatile non-relationship, and I had slept with Dave after feeling undesired and lied to.

After sleeping with Dave, I felt guilty, but I wasn’t sure how to tell Ewan what I’d done. We weren’t exclusive and we weren’t dating, but I still felt guilty and I knew he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else at the time. In some way, given his history of hiding things from me, I felt like my lie was justified.

I quickly realised I was setting myself up for something unhealthy with Ewan, and I called it off. We stopped talking, he cried, I cried, and that was it. He drunk texts me sometimes, and it was more of a sad ending than a happy one.

*****
I went out for a concert with my friends two weeks later, when I got a text from Dave. “Missing your pussy around my cock.”

[ff](mtf), Unexpected Interest [slow build][kink][tender]

Hello, and welcome to my wonderful wall of text. For boarding right to the sexy bits, “***” has been provided for your convenience. If you have the following sensitivities or turn offs, please take advisement that MyPoisonIsReddit is not responsible for any injury or suffering that may occur:

All the consent

D/s, Mistress/Slave

Impact Play

Anal Play

Degradation/humiliation (S*** mentioned)

Biting/Marking

Bondage

The Trans Agenda(TM)

Ironic Catholicism

My horrible sense of humor

This is the story of one of my most recent partners. As a bit of background, I’m a transgender woman. I started hormones a year ago, as soon as possible after my new insurance kicked in and a little after I turned eighteen. I’m tall, average build, and have some gentle curves and perky B cups. My hair and eyes are both a dark brown, and my hair is wavy and shoulder length, with natural red highlights. My genitals are still in their original configuration, although it’s become shorter and plumper, and I have a Midwestern accent that almost never comes out, but my domme tells me it can be sexy when it does.

My Wingman Has Great Boobs [MF] [F] [swinging]

(Yes, it’s long. But good stories often are. All * names have been changed to protect people’s anonymity. Skip to the *** if you don’t want backstory, but you’ll miss the context. And there’s more than one round of sexytimes involved.)

So let me tell you about Candy*.

She’s fucking hot.

Okay, a little more? Candy is about 5’10”. She’s done a lot of modeling, including some nude modeling. Early 30s. (A few years younger than me.) She’s got amazing long legs, perfect and sexy from a decade plus of dance. She’s thin, gorgeous, a mix of ethnic background that makes her turn heads even in a t-shirt and denim shorts and no makeup, a +3 ass of perfection, and beautiful 34-B boobs that don’t need a bra.

So, to sum up, Candy makes guys drool.

She’s also my best friend. And my wingman.

And make no mistake, I am not oblivious to how sexy my best friend is, but from the moment we met we’ve just bonded as friends. She can totally be just one of the guys. She can fart and burp with the best of us. She’ll point out the hot server at Friday’s to me in case I missed her.

Making her fantasy come true [FM+][oral][fsub][bd][huml]

Trying to rush in the shower, thoughts were swirling in his head. He could tell she was upset, hopefully that wouldn’t last long. She had been so happy when he walked through the door. She was right there, waiting. So quick to come to him, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him deeply before he could even get the door shut. It had been a rough couple months apart this time around and it was obvious the two had missed each other. Breaking the kiss, she reached around behind him, shutting the door and taking him by the hand. She was pulling him towards the bedroom when he stopped her, speaking for the first time. “You’ve waited this long, a few more hours won’t kill you, besides, we’re running late. We’re meeting some friends for dinner and then drinks.” Closing the distance between the two of them, she let go of his hand and grabbed him by the belt loops, the tips of her fingers sliding under the waist of his jeans. “Awww… I think they’ll understand if we’re a bit late for dinner, it’s been far too long.” The look in her eyes, he knew her desire went beyond just a want for him. He also knew that if he let her open that door, they’d never made dinner and he had big plans for the night. Leaning down, he kissed her on the tip of her nose. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you tonight, we don’t’ have time right now”

Publicity Stunt [mf] [bd] [voy] [public]

I love to take my truck off-roading and I’m heading to my favorite spot when I see a car with its hazards flashing up in the distance. As I get closer, I see you standing in front of your car, trying to wave me down. I pull over, get out of my truck, and ask “do you need some help?” “Yes sir” you say, “my front passenger tire went flat and I’m missing a jack. Do you think I can borrow yours?”

“Sure. No problem. Let me grab it real quick.” I pull out my jack and set it up under your car. You try to take over because you feel bad for having me do the work, but I insist. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes dirty” I remark as I start jacking up the car. You’re wearing a cute, white, floral tank top that buttons down the center and barely covers your pierced belly button. Your pants are also white with vertical black stripes. The likelihood of you getting your clothes dirty is 100% if you did this yourself, but they were too cute to ruin.

Bonding [MF] [bd]

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and we are hanging out at the new apartment. We’re hanging out in the living room, having a sexual conversation. When the conversation turns to bondage, you tell me how exciting it can be and I admit that I’ve never tried it, but have always wanted to. You suggest that we give it a try and I agree.

We make a quick run to get some supplies before ending up back in the bedroom. I lock the door and turn down the lights. We make out on the bed for a bit before I help you take your shirt off. I undo your pants and slide them off as well. You’re left sitting in a black bra and matching thong.

I unhook your bra and your boobs fall free. I reach for the rope and pull it next to us. You suggest that I start by tying your hands behind your back. I move behind you and take both of your arms palm to palm in my right hand. With the help of your coaching (and a YouTube tutorial) I wind the rope around your wrists first, then I move up to your forearm, then again up to your elbow.