Oh Daddy….. Part 1 [MF]

Yes, I will finish my story about B but today we’re having a little detour.

This is just the introduction to the story of Daddy and I. There’s a lot of this tale to share already (and hopefully still more to come ?) I hope you enjoy it.

As always, I love your comments and messages and if any of you have enjoyed my new foray into sharing a few pictures you should send your thanks to Daddy. His encouragement *cough* instructions *cough* finally got me over the line.

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When I joined reddit I wasn’t looking for anything. To be completely honest with you I didn’t even know there was a DM function.

Soon enough, I knew though. After I posted my first story my little inbox notification lit up… and didn’t stop for a good while. I replied to you all, even those of you who led dick pic first (hey, I’m nice like that!) and a few of you piqued my interest a little and we had conversations that lasted a short while.

Then one day I got a really nice message from a guy in Scotland saying ‘Your stories are amazing, you sound like a stunning woman…. keep writing. Xxx’

First Time Being Watched by a Woman 37[FF]

It’s been about three weeks since I posted on dirtyr4r asking for a woman to watch me. A few of those who messaged me asked me to post a success story, so here it is!

One woman, let’s call her Josie, emailed with a good explanation of why she was into this as well and explained some of her own history. (Also, I asked and Josie is cool with me posting this.) She’d been divorced as well, so we clicked on that front and really hit it off. She was also cool with not talking on Kik. Seriously, please stop asking me to Kik you.

We met for drinks first just to see if there’d be enough of a connection and comfort to get through the initial jitters of stripping in front of someone. We also laid down some ground rules, like no touching, and had a great evening talking. We actually talked too long and made it back to my place late. I had no idea where to start, but she said, just tell me where you want me. I pointed to a chair opposite of my sofa and she sat. She could tell I was nervous so she said I should just start slow.

Me[M] and my Exhibitionist wife[F] at car show and hotel

This is about a fun weekend my wife had at a car show and hotel. We are both mid 30s, she is a sexy latina with an ass to die for!

She has often been in public places in some various forms of undress.  I can’t imagine how many guys and girls have seen her bits, most of the time it’s just a peek, except for This one time, and maybe a few others.

Parental Guidance Required (My First Attempt at Erotica)

Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing Erotica, so there may be stuff in here that could absolutely be improved. Please feel free to leave some constructive criticism in the comments telling me what you did/didn’t like and/or what you think I should do differently! It is my second draft of the story, but it still isn’t complete (had an ending but it sucked). Honestly, not sure where to take it from here (if it even needs to go longer, who knows?)

Parental Guidance Required:

The living room wasn’t very big. The center of it was dominated by a large, square coffee table cluttered with med surg books, fast food wrappers, and the odd sock or two. Two recliners reserved for Mom and Dad (or the dog when Dad was gone) were positioned along the south wall. Layla and myself were laying on a couch along the northern wall. A large TV showing *Gold Rush* stood atop the entertainment center on the west wall, which opened to a hallway on its south end. Layla’s younger brother was sitting on the eastern couch trying to watch the TV show.

A[M]usement Park [F]un with my petite Hispanic girlfriend.

The story starts with me and my girlfriend at the time going to a local amusement park for an all day outing. We had been seeing eachother for almost a year at this point and over the course of the relationship I had learned quite a lot about her sexual self and what she likes. The most significant of which was that she was without a doubt an exhibitionist, and she liked it rough. For the sake of the story I’ll call her April.

Fucking in the Forest – a better work out than hiking [MF]

When you meet a guy, he makes you laugh, and somehow convinces you to fuck, in a forest, in winter…

I like a decent build-up in these things, but if you want to skip to the actual good stuff, scroll to the capital letters!

Let’s call him Sam. We were the same age, and he… well, he made me grin. It helped that he had the best body I have EVER seen. Dirty blonde hair, tall enough to stand head and shoulders above me, trimmed beard, biceps that I had to use two hands to get my hands around, and the cutest butt that you just want to bite. He was the kind of guy that looked best in a shirt, just tight enough for the buttons to strain over the muscles. In short, a total dreamboat and one that I was pretty darn chuffed was actually into me.

Views, Part 4 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

*Link to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 in comments*

Mark stood on his balcony, completely frozen, the door leading back to his room ajar. His eyes bulged, and his mouth hung open. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

In the corner of Sasha’s window, on her floor, sat a large white paper bag. It had a cartoony pink kiss mark displayed across its surface, with “Lucy’s Sex Shop” underneath in pink lettering.

Discarded on the floor next to it were Sasha’s denim shorts, as well as her underwear. Her satchel was on her bed, with her laptop nearby. The sheets were a little rumpled up, and part of her blanket hung off of the mattress.

Sasha knelt directly in front if the window, on the floor. She wore nothing but her blue t-shirt.

Mark felt like he was dreaming. Her chest was almost pressing against the glass. Now that she was right in front of her window, there was no doubting it.

She was looking right at him.

Views, Part 3 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

*Parts 1 and 2 in comments.*

The alarm blared. Sasha didn’t stir, she just kept sleeping, her limbs sprawled in every direction, similar to her hair. The alarm continued, and a barely audible groan left her lips. Her brown eyes slowly opened. Her arms slowly moved, her fingers twitched.

She sat upright, her eyes wide, as the alarm finally shut off. Her head turned to look in the direction of her purse, all the way at the other side of the hotel room. She had mistakenly left her phone in there.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

She turned her head in the other direction and looked at the digital clock on her bedside table. The time read 8:01AM.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

She sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. Then she swung her legs off of the mattress and stood up. Her feet picked their way around discarded clothes as she made her way towards the window.

She stopped in front of her window, and peered out at Mark’s window slightly above her. He was nowhere to be seen. An expression of disappointment appeared on her beautiful facial features, and she raised her hand, running her fingertips over the glass.

Views, Part 2 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

*“Maybe I’ll see you in class, Mark.”*

Sasha’s voice played over and over in Mark’s head as he entered his hotel room. He put his suitcase down next to the door and turned around to shut it. As he turned back around to take in his new living arrangements for the next few months, he took a deep breath, finally managing to get the image of Sasha’s face out of his mind.

He liked the room. It was pretty much an apartment, with a table near the door, a small kitchen and a counter, and further ahead, a sleeping area, with a queen sized bed.

He made his way towards the bed. The bed area had large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. He liked that they let in a lot of light, although he would probably pull the blinds across at night time to give himself some privacy. He stopped near the bed, looking approvingly over the pillows, and then glanced out of his window. His eyebrows moved upwards, and a hint of a smile appeared on his mouth.

If there was one thing Mark loved, it was balconies.

Views, Part 1 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

Mark was starting to think that a few months in Hawaii to teach an Honors course wasn’t that bad of a deal. He stood in front of the hotel, his suitcase sitting on the sidewalk next to him. The hotel looked expensive. But that was one of the perks of being employed by such a prestigious university: he didn’t have to pay for any of this himself. Not the room service, not the wifi, and not even the pool.

Mark was in his mid forties. He had dark but friendly looking eyes with barely visible smile wrinkles in the corners, and his dark hair was stylized neatly, brushed to the side. If one looked closely, they might spot gray hairs among his black ones. Although he kept himself healthy and fit, he was nearing the middle of his life, so he tried to learn how to really appreciate the good when it came. And this was good.