Tag: Fisting

[FM] This was a defining experience for me.

The point of this is to post the entire transcript of my conversation with my dad from when I was a freshman in college. I was 18 at the time, and reading this now I can’t believe how innocent and annoyingly naive I was.

Anyway, the background is my dad and I were and are very close (but not in a weird incest-y way, before you ask.) My family is from Lebanon, but we moved to the US when I was three. My mom is more conservative, wants me to cover up and the only non-relative male I should ever talk to should be my professors. My dad is the complete opposite, believes sex is healthy and essential. I took after my dad.

My dad is a therapist and has the habit of transcribing our conversations, some therapist tick he can’t help himself from doing. Recently he gave a case-ful of the transcripts from that time to me. It used to annoy me that he would do that, but now I’m glad he did, The vast, vast majority of the transcripts were of non-sexual topics, the below is not indicative of all our conversations. This conversation started when my dad found a shirt of mine thats says “Slut” on it and he wanted to know its origins. Read more »

I[f] you weren’t so far away fro[m] me

I’ve been fantasizing about what we’re about to do all day.

Bags are dropped at the door and you’ve pressed me up against the wall with your body, pulling me to your lips. Your tounge runs along my lips and meets mine in a deep kiss. Slowly you begin to build me up, hands sliding along my back and under my clothes while you press against me. Your cock is straining against your pants, I can feel it hardening against my hip. I run my fingers along your length and then give it a soft squeeze. Read more »

I [F]ucked a married guy

I met Darius online. He was into my body (pic in profile).

He sent me a few messages and we seemed to click. When he mentioned that he was in his early forties and married, I was hooked. Everyone loves the taste of forbidden fruit! He intimated that he wasn’t exactly satisfied with his sex life, and that’s why he looked for an escape in erotica. When he mentioned that he often thought about cheating on his wife, I decided to pursue it.

We started chatting a bit. It was mostly about naughty stuff. He started sending me long letters about the nasty things he wanted to do to me. Finally, I gave him the chance to back up all his talk.

The two of us met for lunch one day at a greasy little midtown diner. I had my dark hair pulled back in its customary ponytail. I was wearing a short, black shirtdress that buttoned all the way down the front and showed off my sexy legs.

I was very pleased with Darius. He was a big, tall, black Adonis. He stood over six feet tall. His head was completely shaved, and his giant muscles seemed to stretch the fabric of his suit. I could tell he found me equally attractive. Read more »

When I Was A Prostitute [FFM] [sex work] [short non fiction]

Chapter 1: Gemini

The bar was basically dead one night, but we could all feel a buzzing about the room, a certain anticipation. Three different groups and a straggler came bustling in at once, and we all scattered to deploy our respective advances on the fresh prey. There was a man bun at the bar, donning denim and flannel, and ordering a Maker’s on the rocks. Eyes locked on him, though his back was to me, I made the bar floor my catwalk and strutted straight over, boring a hole through him with my stare. It was my way of clearly signaling to the other ladies my intended target, whether or not any of them paid attention. Shifting my weight to my left leg, I leaned my hip against the bar to one side of him and gently pressed on his shoulder until he turned to face me. Madam did always tell us to maintain physical contact with our client, and I kept my hand pressed lightly against him as I slid it diagonally to clench into a fist of fabric in the center of his chest. At precisely this moment, he looked down to see my fist but stopped short, fixated on my breasts. I took in his smell: tobacco and marijuana mixed with sweat, cologne, and whisky. His drink was up, and I watched him grab it, look at me, and start to form an “O” with his slightly chapped lips. Read more »

I [F] lost a bet to a bartender [M]

This might be a little long with some background and buildup because my favorite stories to read on this sub are the ones that are more detailed and truly paint a picture of what happened! If you’re interested in getting right to the sexy parts, scroll to the ******s.

I graduated from college a few years ago, and my best friend, Angela, and I decided we needed a weekend to hit up some of our old favorite spots back on campus. (For reference, my name is Elizabeth, but I usually go by Ellie or El) We booked an airbnb near campus and pregamed a little as we got ready to head out. I’m pretty average; I’m a 5’5 brunette with a C cup and an ass that I’ve worked for in the gym. I’m not bad looking, but I’m not a knockout. My bestie is gorgeous (taller girl with a great rack + dirty blonde hair) and loves primping, so she relished the opportunity to get me dolled up for a night out. Read more »

A memorable evening with [M]y girl[F]riend and her best [F]riend

This happened about six years ago, after my girlfriend Devin and I went to a concert with her lifelong best friend, Brie. Devin had long brown hair and an ass built for twerking, with small petite breasts. Brie was a tiny girl, probably one hundred pounds, with short black hair and killer tits. I was a thin, long haired dude standing at about 6″. After the show, we all went back to mine and Dev’s place, pretty lit from drinking all night. (Bonus: Earlier in the night, Brie had drunkenly popped a squat to piss rather than wait to find a bathroom and i’d gotten my first ever look at her ass) Anyway, at our place we hung out for a while before Brie grabbed her purse and walked out the door. Almost as soon as she left, Devin looked at me and just said “Fuck me.” I did not argue and followed her to our bedroom. Read more »

[FFM] Two Girl Party with Gemini – Brothel Stories – Chapter 1

The bar was basically dead one night, but we could all feel a buzzing about the room, a certain anticipation. Three different groups and a straggler came bustling in at once, and we all scattered to deploy our respective advances on the fresh prey. There was a man bun at the bar, donning denim and flannel, and ordering a Maker’s on the rocks. Eyes locked on him, though his back was to me, I made the bar floor my catwalk and strutted straight over, boring a hole through him with my stare. It was my way of clearly signaling to the other ladies my intended target, whether or not any of them paid attention. Shifting my weight to my left leg, I leaned my hip against the bar to one side of him and gently pressed on his shoulder until he turned to face me. Madam did always tell us to maintain physical contact with our client, and I kept my hand pressed lightly against him as I slid it diagonally to clench into a fist of fabric in the center of his chest. At precisely this moment, he looked down to see my fist but stopped short, fixated on my breasts. I took in his smell: tobacco and marijuana mixed with sweat, cologne, and whisky. His drink was up, and I watched him grab it, look at me, and start to form an “O” with his slightly chapped lips. Read more »

Office fun – Part 1 [MF]

Here you are, standing in front of the mirror, fully naked, after the morning shower. This body looks soooooo ready for an adventure, for a good fucking by a stranger’s cock. Preferably, more than one. The fantasies about your courageous co-worker, Mr. Adams, fill your mind. Instantly, your pussy gets wet and your nips hard. Mr. Adams. The leader of another team that started working close to you on a joint project a few weeks ago. “Close” is an understatement. While sitting side by side and discussing the design on your screen’s comp, his hands started wandering around. It started with a light touch on your thigh, after a joke and a good laugh. The lack of your reaction surprised him for a second. From that point onward, he got bolder and bolder every time you sat together. By yesterday, his hand was placed all the time on your thigh, his fingers resting on the stitches between your legs. Sometimes, to show you his appreciation, he would apply some pressure on them with the side of his palm. Damn, that got you so wet yesterday! Wonder if he could feel how much… Read more »

The Bodyguard [MF]

“Here are your keys madam”, said a short Chinese man standing behind a rather large ornate counter. The tall pale-skinned woman thanked him in a thick Russian accent. As she walked past the counter she was followed by a big burly man who was surrounded by several security guards. The woman opened the door of the penthouse suite and let the man in.

“Thank you, Nina” said the man.

“Always a pleasure, Vasily”, said Nina as she closed the door behind them, leaving the security team outside.

The room was large and spacious, high walls with tall glass windows from floor to ceiling. You could see the farthest reaches of Beijing from up here. A bar on the left and a king size bed on the right. Everything was made of marble or glass.

There was a knock on the door. Nina opened the door and started talking to someone. A few moments later she escorted two men in. Vasily and the men stood across from each other with Nina in the middle.

“Twenty men, and two pieces of anti-tank ordnance early next week”, one of the men said as the other man pushed a bag towards the middle. Read more »

The Doctor [M/F] – the story of a pregnant woman’s rather unconventional examination.

The Doctor opened the door and Anna waddled in to the consultation room. “Mrs Smith isn’t it? Here for your 32 week pregnancy check up?”

Anna plopped herself down on the chair with a loud “Ooof”. She looked up at the Doctor, who was sitting square onto her with his head toward the screen. Dr Hendricks was about 45 yrs old, dark hair and fairly well built – not overweight at all. He stood about 5ft 11in and had a strong angular jawline. His blue eyes glinted, and his smile was heart melting.

“I swear, I’m fatter at 32 weeks with this one than I was 38 weeks with the first one.” she giggled. The Doctor smiled at her “OK. Well, I’m Doctor Martin Hendricks – pleased to meet you. So before we start I just have to go over a few things.” said the Doctor nodding at her.

“Of course” replied Anna “Fire away”.

Doctor Hendricks lent back in his chair. “Very well, firstly – you are aware that I am a homeopathic Doctor? My methods may not be quite what you might expect?” he said cautiously.

Anna nodded. You came highly recommended by a friend of mine – a Ms Jamieson? Read more »