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Three men and Me [MMF]

When I was younger I went on holiday to Tunisia and as I was blonde with rather large tits at the time the male ‘entertainers’ were infatuation with me. My glass we never empty and company was already close.

One night after five hours of drinking it was kareoke and during a rather long number I went to the loo. Whilst I was in there from my mirror I could see three of the entertainers looking at me. For some reason the doors to the toilets didn’t close so they saw everything.

As I turned my back to wash my hands the three of them came in. They were running their hands along my body, pulling onto my hair and whispering evil deeds into my ear. I could see them in the reflection in the mirror craving me and I loved it.

One of them pulled at my top exposing my bra, caressing my tits slowly whilst another grabbed hold of my hand pushing it down his boxers so I could feel how hard he was for me. He grinned. So did I. Read more »

The first time I made my boyfriend watch me get fucked.

My weekend ideas with my boyfriend.

I’m planning a trip out of town, maybe to somewhere neat like Vegas. Somewhere sexually charged and full of life and energy. He has had this fantasy I’ve wanted to make come true for a while now. Its going to be a complete surprise to him and he’s going to have no idea, and no control over what happens. But don’t worry, that’s what he wants.

So I’ve been playing around on this swingers app, or threesome app whatever you want to call it. I’ve been sifting through guy after guy trying to find the right one who won’t be flaky, who’s charming, attractive, and well, what girl doesn’t want a nice big cock to play with! Eventually I found this guy, let’s call him James, who was doing everything right. He was first of all, handsome, but more importantly, funny, witty and polite. When my boyfriend would go to work, I would text him on this app and get to know him and eventually I let him know what my idea was to see if he would be interested in helping fulfill mine and my boyfriend’s fantasy. I bet right now you thought I would be explaining what that fantasy was right? Hehe, well, you need to wait. I’m going to have you read it and it be a surprise just like it was for my boyfriend. Read more »

(F22) A dogging fantasy

I hope that this is allowed in this sub, but please let me know if not and I’ll remove :-)

I like to RP on here and this was a play that has become a bit of a fantasy for me. It has some parts of the story that are true, but mostly this is entirely fiction.

I posted a silly comment on a dogging sub, asking about advice when to go and what the signals are. It had always been a wild fantasy of mine and something I often thought about exploring more but always felt terrified to do so and that the reality was probably nothing like my fantasy.

This guy sent me a chat request, he caught me on a good day when I wanted attention so we started chatting. He filled a lot of criteria that I enjoyed in a Reddit partner, he was from the UK, older and polite.

We talked a bit about our biggest fantasies and before I know it, we are agreeing that living out some of my fantasies would be possible. We discovered that we lived fairly close to one another and it would be possible to find a little dogging spot somewhere in the middle. Read more »

Tease

He is instantly hard when i touch him. I am instantly wet when I’m around him. I felt his cock jump in my hands as he produced a delicious spurt of precum. Watching him put his fingers in his mouth after he sunk them inside me was surreal and so very hot: he sucked my wetness off and closed his eyes, telling me how good i taste. I kissed him again– it doesn’t get old, and the myriad ways he’s caressed my mouth with his lips and tongue are as desirable as his hands kneading my ass and on my sex. His warmth is intoxicating, i am drunk on his scent, swooning in the crook of his neck and drowning in pleasures i haven’t even fully realized. I ask him what it sounds like when he comes and his answer thrills me: loud. So loud the neighbors hear him. He waits and teases himself so that he comes hard to the thought of my release and the way it might smell, taste, and feel. I tell him i say his name every time and he kisses me again, pausing to rasp my name in a drawn out exhale. He says it too. Always. I wonder if he thinks about the first time i shoved my ass into his crotch, how his rough hands flipped my leggings down, just under the cheeks, and how he stared at the disappearing line of my thong. Did he know he whispered the need to rip it away? Did he see his hands grasping my waist as if to control his entry? I think about the ridged head of his cock that i caressed after unzipping his fly, about my mouth moving over his shaft, thwarted by the thin material of his boxer briefs, the heady scent, and the picture of him ejaculating onto his chest the next morning…a picture he almost (but didn’t) send to me. He tells me he had a vivid dream but won’t tell me what it was…”I’m keeping that one for myself,” but he tells me the fantasy of fucking me in his kitchen, and that he’d go down on me until i come in his mouth with his two fingers inside me, drawing them out and and slowly putting himself inside me as i shake. He says I don’t know how badly he wants to be inside me, but i can’t even walk after his mouth works hot kisses over mine and he sucks and pinches my nipples with delightful firm pressure. Drunk or sober i want him. “It’s worse when we’re sober, it’s too real,” he says. I know this is the truth as i watch us maneuver not to touch or look at each other in public, fearing our eagerness will show. When we’re alone he tells me I’m a magnet. My hands ARE eager–i run them over the muscles of his back and shoulders, through the vanilla- bourbon of his beard, and along the frustrating waistband of his pants. I am in a reverie when I’m around him. I want to luxuriate in the perfect fit of our bodies and i want to feel more than his hands and mouth placed perfectly on my skin, i want to feel the eager length of him inside me and i want to come for him and let him taste my desire, my lust, my respect and admiration for him, and that thing i cannot say.

Bennie and The Jets [MF] [Caught] [Age Gap] [Exhibitionist] [Voyeur] [Split POV] [Creampie]

**Valerie’s POV**

I discovered something amazing about pools.

It was spring break, and my best friend Marcy and I had it in our minds to get the perfect tan before our upcoming trip to Cancún. She had a nice pool at her house, so I took her up on her offer to lounge out on her patio with drinks in our hands, and liberal amounts of baby oil on our skin.

That day, I arrived at her house with my overnight bag stuffed full of all the necessities I’d need to spend the night. We eagerly changed into our bathing suits and plopped ourselves onto two reclinable patio chairs before we’d even had much of a conversation. While under the incessant rays of the Florida sun, we listened to Sublime and Jimmy Buffett to fully immerse ourselves into that careless, beachy attitude we expected to embody on our vacation. We made homemade margaritas, and passed a joint lazily over the space between our chairs, our arms reaching out after every puff like the *The Creation of Adam.* Read more »

Fantasy about fucking your throat

Anyways, I do fantasize about laying you down on my bed. Head down on the side and rubbing the tip of my cock against your lips.

I do like the look in your eyes, a bit scared of me. I might take to long to pull out and let you breathe. Most of the time I’m cautious about it. But other times, rarely, something is taking control. I just ragingly fuck your throat to soreness. Not letting you breath until you’re eyes are rolling.

This time, it might be it, I can feel your resentment as I push against your lips. You hesitate. You lips are a bit pinched and I can feel it.

I grab your boobs and push. Slowly, without stopping until your mouth is full.

* Noise of suction.

I then back out and in again to lubricate the entire shaft. I start to moan as I properly fuck your mouth.

I think about your body, think about fucking every part of it. Between your boobs, your pussy and your ass. In my head I’m fucking your ass…

I let my head wonder about your curves , shaping them as I go, redrawing them until… you start to look like your sister? Read more »

A letter to my penpal [MF] [Very mild dom]

This isn’t a story as much as it is a snapshot. It gets right down to the action, from the male point of view.

My penpal asked me to write out my fantasy of how our meeting would play out if we ever met in person, starting with heading back to my hotel room. This is how I responded.

Reprinted here with her permission.

More writing (true stories) accessible in my profile.

I hope you enjoy. Read more »

Natural big tits. 3 dates. [FM]

I matched with this girl on the League. Short and thin girl maybe 5’ 105 pounds with plush DDDs. Completely my type and fantasy. Kept trying to meet up and messaging her so we finally found a time. We got drinks kind of between our places at a brewery type. Arrived then saw her and her cleavage out to see. I tried to maintain contact but couldn’t imagine sucking on those. Drinks went well as we went to another bar. After that I was like ok time to kiss you. We had great chemistry all along so it was easy. We made out by the bar and I was already hard. We walked over to the beach as I hide my boner in my jeans. We make out on a lifeguard stand and she straddles me with the massive tits in my face. She took off her bra and I kept fondling and sucking them and looking as people walk by in the distance at night. As her tits were out I asked if a guy has ever tittyfuck her and she just looked at me and nodded like duh. Read more »

I (M26) Get To Watch Them (M28/F27); The Sequel – This Time I Join!

*Reading ‘I Get To Watch Them’ on my page first is recommended.*

Almost a week had passed since that night I watched Steve and Rachel have sex at his apartment. I talked regularly with him, but I could tell Rachel avoided me some at work. She was embarrassed, and truthfully if I’m being honest, I was too.

I kept going back in my mind to the following morning when Steve thought Rachel might be open to more. Was he serious? Just thinking about it made me hard. I’d always found her attractive, but the thought of playing with her and maybe even fucking her? I was definitely open to it, while at the same time not wanting to appear as though I was pushing it to happen.

Steve texted me on Thursday night and invited me over on Saturday.

“Is Rachel going to be there?” I texted back.

“That’s the plan,” he replied. “She wants this to happen again.”

By ‘this’ I wasn’t exactly sure what it meant. Was I just going to be watching again? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was open to it. I just wondered if I might be participating more this time around. Read more »