The Spell of Sexting

## The Spell of Steamy Sexting

It happened through a different type of app. No portraits, only words and interests, and most importantly, no superficial bullshit. You write a digital letter, and it takes hours to arrive – this way, every word counted -naturally, both parties put efforts into the letter. I searched for common interests: writing, poetry, sports, a suitable age so there is not much of a mental difference, and I filtered for a specific country in the eastern side of Europe -where I know beautiful women reside.

We started writing and discussing via decently long letters, about a thousand words each. We found some common interests and ideas, especially regarding relationships, then we described ourselves to each other. There was quite the chemistry in our words. Eventually, I got to the mental state where I thought I should bring up cuddling. After a couple of letters, the discussion about cuddling led to a discussion about fantasies and sex.

[MFM] You browse /r/massivecock with your nerdy tall skinny IT boyfriend. Then you send nudes

Oh, hey there Tumblr, how ya been? Long time no talk. Let’s chat, shall we?
Well, that was an interesting couple of weeks. Sorry for the delay in updating everybody, my life has been crazy busy over the past couple of weeks. I’m really in the thick of hings at work, and I’m putting in lots of hours, and usually when I get home, my life consists of a quick dinner while watching some mindless TV show, and an early bed time. But fear not, I haven’t abandoned all you wonderful followers.
An update on the exciting parts of my relationship for the past two weeks:
So, last time I updated everybody was after my boyfr– I mean my coworker and I went out for pizza and I met (re-met) Matt and gave him my number. We’ll… that was Monday night, and after he dropped me off, I was hoping I would hear from him soon, but he didn’t call me Tuesday or Wednesday, and by Thursday I figured he wasn’t interested, and chalked it up to a good try, but nothing more… More on that later.
But first:
So – on Thursday after work I was pretty stressed out, and I really just needed something to take my mind off things, and I decided I would try to call Brandon again. I OKed it with my boyfriend, who agreed that I was a bit stressed out lately, and thought it would be good if I spent some time with Brandon for a while, since I hadn’t seen him since my Birthday. However, it was like 7:30 in the evening, and I thought that I needed a new “excuse” to meet up with Brandon, because the “[bf] is working” thing has been done a few times, and I don’t want to wear it out. So, after talking with my boyfriend, we came up with a new reason to hook up with Brandon, that would be both original and fun, for all three of us.
I called Brandon and when he answered I told him that I was in the middle of a run, and asked him if he was available for a “quickie”, to which he readily agreed. He asked me where I was, and if I wanted him to come meet me somewhere. I lied, and told him that I was at a park nearby, but told him that I would just come to his house, rather than continue my “normal run”. So I hurried and changed into some running shorts, t-shirt and sports bra, kissed my bf goodbye, and promised to tell him all about it, and I literally ran to Brandon’s house.
I have an arm band that I use when I run. It basically just holds my phone against my upper arm so I can listen to music on my headphones while I run. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. This is important, so if you don’t know what I mean, Google it. Anyway, Brandon lives about 20 min away at a normal jogging pace. I made it it about 16… I was excited about what my bf and I had planned.
So, right before I got to his house, I stopped, and called my boyfriend. As soon as he answered, I asked him if he was ready for the fun part of the plan, and he said yes, so I put my headphones in again, and made sure he could hear me, but hen turned off my phone’s screen, put it in my arm band, and walked up to Brandon’s front door. Oh yeah I did.
I knocked on the door, and I was out of breath. It was half from the run, and half in anticipation. One of Brandon’s roommates answered. I had to ask for him. Yes, you read that right – I asked someone I didn’t even know to let me into his house so I could have a quickie with his roommate – of course, he didn’t know why I was there. So, he let me in, and yelled for Brandon. I came inside, and pulled my headphones out of my ears, and wrapped them around my phone while it was still on my armband.
Brandon came down the hall and looked at me – all sweaty and out of breath in my running gear – and had no idea that my phone was in the middle of a call. He nodded at me, and I followed him down the hall to his room. We closed the door behind us, and I took off my armband and phone, and set it on his dresser. It was perfect. He asked me why I called him, and I told him that I had had a really rough week at work, and just needed it bad, and fast, because my bf was at my house, and he thought I was out on a run. He laughed and told me to get to it. So I did. I had my shirt off in a matter of seconds, and he was right behind me.
I don’t think I actually thought about Brandon at all. You might think I’m crazy for saying that, but it’s true. I was naked, and riding him cowgirl while he was laying back in his bed, and the only thing I could think about was how my phone was about 3 feet away from me with my boyfriend on the other end. It was crazy hot! As much as my boyfriend’s fantasy was to hear me having sex, I have to admit that me knowing he could hear me was waaaay hotter than I ever expected it to be. When Brandon started getting mean again, I came, fast. He called me a dirty slut, and that was it. That, with the phone thing did the trick, and pushed me over the edge. I was into it. I liked it. A lot. I don’t know what that means really – I never pictured myself liking being called names, but for whatever reason, I liked it when he did that evening. He didn’t last long either after that, and let out a nice guttural grunt that could only mean one thing to anybody listening in.
The whole thing was fast, and hot. It was done and over in like 15 min. I actually thanked Brandon for letting me come over as I was getting dressed again, and told him that I might need to go on runs more frequently, which, again, he thought was a fantastic idea. I grabbed my phone and arm band, and left. I was only there about 25 min total. It was exactly what my bf and I wanted: hot, fast, and new. As a bonus we even got to incorporate one of my boyfriends fantasies as well. I had a great time. As soon as I got around the corner, I put the phone to my ear and asked my bf if he liked that, and all he said was “oh my god Courtney, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard”. I told him to come get me, and 10 min later he was there with his car to pick me up and take me home.
We got home and went at it like rabbits all night.
My boyfriend loved and hated every minute of being on the phone. He told me he was about ready to explode the whole time with a range of different emotions. He hated Brandon, he loved me, he was jealous of Brandon, he was proud of me. He told me that when He heard Brandon call me a dirty slut he about lost it, but then he heard me moaning, and that was even more of a mind fuck.
From that point until tonight, I have really been thinking a lot about us, and about myself, and where I want this to go next. I don’t really know what I want yet. But I’m finding that there are things that really turn me on that I had never even considered before.
So, that was all last week. Now, completely shifting gears here for a brief note…
On Wednesday night of this week, I got a call from Matt, which was totally awesome. He asked me if I wanted to go out for a drink. I didn’t have the chance to ask my boyfriend, because I wasn’t expecting anything, so I assumed that he would be ok with it, and I accepted while I was on the phone with Matt. My boyfriend was actually working that night, so I texted him, and told him about the call, and that I had accepted. He was happy for me, of course, and told me to have a good time. I thought he might be upset that I didn’t ask him first, but he was cool with it.
Matt and I had fun. We met up and just talked over a few drinks at a bar. Just a casual friendly drink thing. No kissing, no sex, nothing like that – at least not yet. Just feeling each other out for now and seeing if we clicked. He is a cool guy. He is smart, has a good job, and seems to have a fun outlook on life. My “coworker” and I are going to have to discuss him further. I could see myself expanding my horizons with him a bit in the future. At he end of the night, we made more plans.
We are having dinner tomorrow night ;)

Unexpected Guest [MF]

Open to any and all feedback….

You find your way home after a long day of work and are relieved to know that no one is going to be home. Everyone is away for the weekend and you have the whole house to yourself. You kick off your shoes, unbutton your shirt a few buttons and leave on your form fitting skirt and stockings. You grab a bottle of wine, pour yourself a glass and begin to relax on the couch.

All of a sudden, you hear a knock on the door; you wonder who the hell it could be. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and there is nervousness in your stomach. Walking over, you peek through the window and, what do you know, it is Eric.  Surprised and excited, you open the door and ask how he is doing and what he is doing here. He hesitates, lost in your gaze and says he was in the area for work and wanted to finally see your place. In reality, Eric really wanted to see your beautiful eyes, to smell your sweet hair and touch your soft and supple skin. You invite him to come in.

[MF] This past weekend, I endulged an older friend in her mommy fantasy, and I’m still reeling.

For starters, I’m 29 and she’s 44. We’re both professional theatre actors and met in a play we were in together about a year ago. We’ll call her Erin.

We got to be pretty close. It was a small cast, and our characters kind of hated one another, so it was fun to fake bicker with her backstage, considering she’s one of the most genuinely sweet women I’ve ever met. She’s about 5’9”, long brown hair. Wouldn’t guess she was 44 in a million years. I’d say somewhere around 35. You could definitely tell she was a bit older than I am, but it wasn’t drastic. She’d aged well. She kept herself in shape, and I admit I caught myself checking her out on more than once occasion, but we had such a professional relationship, and she’s 6 years younger than my own mother, so I never thought much of it.

Fast forward to last weekend, about a year since we’d done that play together. One of our mutual friends who was in the play with us was doing a play at another theatre in town. She sent a group text to everyone in the old cast asking if we wanted to go see it. I was the only one who didn’t have concrete plans, and I figured it’d be fun to see her again. So I agreed to go.

Your friends pantie drawer (best case scenario)

She asked you to look after her cat for the weekend; you hate the little bastard, but you agree to it—she is your best friend after all. You routinely show up at her place and feed the indifferent, ungrateful little monster, and occasionally glance into her room with a certain voyeuristic desire.

On Sunday you decide to act on your impulse and slowly walk into her room. Your heart is beating fast as you open the top drawer of her dresser. You nervously pick through her panties and bras. Everything seems smaller than you expected. How does she get that beautiful ass into these? They are what you’d expect: plain white granny panties to pink barely-there thongs. You dig towards the back and find some black lace panties with a transparent back.

You lightly wrap it around your now hard cock and start to stroke it with them. You close your eyes and imagine that one night the two of you were both particularly vulnerable. She sent you a text late at night, and you knew exactly what she wanted. You recall her legs up over your shoulders looking you in the eyes and sucking on your fingers while you slide in and out of her. You both never really talk about it, but you fantasize about it often.

[M]y first threesome with g[f] and “[f]riend” (some links included)

Hey, so been a lurker for many years but never decided to write any of my own. I have a lot of stories from public to just pure kinky. Bit of background, fairly long, apologies!

So this story is about an ex of mine, we met and she was a virgin and soon became willing to be used in anyway I wanted. She was great. About 5’5 light brown hair and very slim. 34D tits and a nice bum.

She asked about any fantasies and I said I had always wanted a threesome, she weirdly agreed which took me by surprise. We both tried to then search for a third.

I had the perfect partner in mind, a submissive of mine. To this day, she will always be the best. Words cannot describe this perfect blonde petite that lets me dominate her completely. However, gf did not want me being with someone I already had slept with (fair enough…)

I was on a dating site so messaged a girl I had matched with which said “bi”. I figured why the hell not? You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take and they don’t call em’ unicorns for nothing.

A sample of my sexy short stories…

Kura’s Role Play Adventures

Kura had not been working as an escort for very long when she discovered that a lot of her clients enjoyed role playing fantasies as well as tasting the delights of her amazing body. She had always assumed that her beautiful face and perfect breasts would be more than enough to satisfy any man, but her looks were ideally suited to role play; Kura can dress like a schoolgirl and look like a schoolgirl, albeit a schoolgirl with rather well-developed breasts; or she can dress plainly and act like an innocent young girl who pretends to resist the advances of her client, at least for a while. Kura can wear sexy underwear and be the naughty mistress of every man’s dream; in fact, there are no fantasies that are beyond her abilities.

Kura is a gorgeous Asian girl with a radiant smile, long flowing hair, legs that seem to go on forever and breasts that are the envy of every other girl on Asian Angels, just look at her pictures in the gallery and I’m sure you will agree.

Thoughts on an excerpt from my writing? [STR8] [MF]

I look down as I grip a mass of wild, ebony hair. Pale blue eyes glance up and back away before darting to meet mine once again as I grip the mass of hairspray–and god knows what else–harder. Her technique is admirable; minimal gagging, doe-eyed, submissive, using her hands when needed and her mouth as the main attraction. I’m sure she’s had a lot of practice.

We started the scene with some light impact play, her cheeks are still reddened from my hand, makeup smeared from tears and spit, and I feel… nothing. I’ve been given a lot of freedom in how I want to shoot this scene, and this girl said she was down for anything. I’m pretty sure her exact words were to treat her like a whore. This girl was sweet, told me her name was Ashley–or maybe it was Brooke. On the outside, you would never assume she was interested in having me slap and choke her into tears, to shove my cock so far down her throat I can see it pulse through her throat, but I suppose that’s part of the beauty of this world.

A Window Display (Public Fucking) (Extreme Exhibitionism)

We’d been strolling through the downtown all morning on this unseasonably warm summer day. We’d stop for coffee and I would slide my hand up your bare thigh, up under your sundress to gently stroke your pussy lips through the cotton fabric of your panties as you sipped your Latte. We’d walk some more and stop in shady corners to make out and run our hands over each others’ bodies. By the time noon rolled around it was fair to say that we had worked ourselves up quite a bit.

We ambled, hand-in-hand, down a side street filled with cool, funky boutiques until we passed a small, empty storefront, a big, floor-to-ceiling glass window showing it to be empty inside except for a lone wooden chair sitting in front of the window, directly in the center. I could see that the side door to the boutique was left ajar by the workmen, and a wild, sexual impulse overtook me at that moment. Grabbing you by the hand I pulled you in through the door, twisting the lock closed after we entered. “What are you doing?” you asked with a smile. “Making one of your fantasies a reality, baby.” I replied.

[MF] [str8] [drugs] [cnc] [mildly preg] The bad part of town

College life can be as exciting as you make it. But, as we got off our bus, I honestly had no idea why my friend Rob thought that we needed the kind of excitement that one can find in the Numbers. It was the shady, seedy, outright dangerous even, part of Portland. And which so much life to enjoy everywhere else in town, we were just walking around it. “Chill man”, he reassured me, “I know where we’re going. I know people. They have a party tonight. It’s gonna be lit”.

“Dude”, I retorted, “they have parties everywhere”
“Yeah but this one is crazy shit man. All kinds of stuff floating”
“Stuff? What stu…” I started asking, before my own brain forgot its fear, worked for barely a moment, and connected the dots. Drugs. Rob was hoping to score drugs.

“That stuff is fucked up man” I told him. “Weed is fine, but if you’re talking real shit, that will fuck you up, you know?”
“Oh come on dude, just for tonight. Stick with me. It will be good, I promise”