Tag: Fisting

[MF] Gloryhole (public, exhib, kink)

This is a true story that happened a few months ago. I wrote about it for my blog and have tried to make it more of a story, less a ‘stream of consciousness’. Hope you enjoy.

I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to stop and have a pee.

After driving most of the afternoon, I was nearly (about half an hour or so away from) home, and I just wanted to finish the journey.

I pulled in at the layby; not a service station, just an old fashioned brick building with a gents, disabled and a ladies – which is where I headed for after parking up close by and locking the car with the remote.

It wasn’t as grim as I’d feared, but not exactly luxury. It was clean, which is the main thing. Poorly lit and a bit dim.

Anyway, I closed the door and locked it, then pulled my knickers down around my ankles and the bliss of emptying myself and relieving the pressure on my bladder was lovely. The flow slowed and the hissing noise faded, the trickle of the final droplets echoing slightly in the empty place. Read more »

Between Classes [MF]

A Race and Gender Politics freshman level class at a large university in the Midwest. Spring semester.
Dennis Tominsky, a freshman nineteen years of age, comes in to class late, as usual. He sits at his regular seat while the teacher glares at him. The teacher continues. Dennis has a smirk on his face and glazed eyes. Yup, he’s fucking high. He’s been baked pretty much since midnight last night, when he had a pot brownie left over from his pal’s party, plus a joint, plus a bowl. He didn’t get much sleep that night. He was engaged in certain other, er…recreational activities.

Dennis doesn’t take out his notebook or anything. He takes his backpack off, but he has an agenda in this class other than studying. He stares straight ahead, still with that smirk, his mind elsewhere, and turns to his right. He looks down his row at—

A fairly attractive girl in a white silk blouse. She wears a brown skirt and leggings. She does take notes. But something happens to her positioning once Dennis walks in. She doesn’t have to look at him to know he’s there. It’s only when she feels his eyes on her that she returns the gaze. She smiles only faintly. There’s a tinge of nervousness in the smile. A tinge of regret even? She goes back to taking notes. Dennis turns away from her. Read more »

[MF] Me getting fucked in the kitchen [squirting]

It was around 1am on a Saturday night, when my boyfriend [24] and I [23] stumbled in the door from a night of drinking and laughing at a friends house. It was the typical, once a month, spur of the moment get together. Topics included music, sports, arguing over politics, more music, and as everyone increasingly feels the liquid courage in full swing, sex becomes the topic. Anything about it, really- preferences, positions, kinks, jokes, etc.

It always strokes my ego a bit when I over hear my bf talking about our sex life. It’s like getting an A+ on a test you studied hard for. That night, the topic was especially interesting for me because it was about something I had only recently “achieved”; squirting. Hearing him boast about the waterfall that my pussy turned into just merely a week prior was arousing me. Another hour of alcohol-fueled sex talk and I shot him a look. He must have known by the look in my eyes that I was restless to get home. The drive back home is only about 12 minutes, but it felt like an hour and 12 minutes. The combination of the vibration of the car and his hand lodged between my two thighs was making my clit throb. Read more »

[MF] Break Up Sex

I could have just stayed in bed. She told me she’d leave the keys on the table when she was done. She didn’t want to wake me. Bless her for that.

But when I heard her trademark combination of curse words…that sweet, cute little voice passionately shouting struggling epithets, I shook my head and rolled out, shirtless, and in gym shorts.
She looked good. I mean, as good as you can look with a pair of boxes under your arm as you struggle to open a door.

“Mother fucking…,” she bit down on her lip, ivory skin flashing red as I rushed forward, wrapped my hand around her hip, and backed her up to get the door open. She jumped a bit. Only slightly, breathing a thanks before scurrying out. I bit my own lip, allowing myself the chance to take her in. Of course she was simply dressed. Why wouldn’t she be? Her curves radiated in leggings as she padded down the steps to her car. A ratty sweatshirt peeked up, exposing the light skin of her back, and my heart beat in the worse of ways. I stepped back from the doorway and floated into the kitchen. Read more »

Best friends [MF] [BDSM] [sadism] [fdom]

Hello Redditors,

I was bored in the plane, here is my first contribution. English is not my first language (especially on an iPhone keyboard) so I apologize for the grammar.

WARNING: this story contains violence and blood. Consensually. Kind of.

I hope some of you will still enjoy the story. Feel free to comment (in good or bad).

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The following story is entirely true… Up to a certain point, before it becomes fantasy. Notice: the fantasy starts much later than you may think.

WARNING: this story contains violence and blood. Consensually. Kind of.

I included a (lot of) background for the story. Too long : skip to the ——-

I first met L when I was twelve. She was the sister of a friend I used to play online video games with, and one year older than me. We started chatting online and, pretty fast, we became friends, although we lived several hundred miles apart. At some point — I don’t remember it that well, we decided to add webcam to our chats. She is blond with very light blue eyes, and was already very pretty for her age, around 14 by that time. We kept chatting online and we soon became very close friends, and then best friends. Read more »

Michelle and Heather: Ch1 (Fsolo/FF)

Michelle closed her eyes and turned her face towards the shower head to let the hot water hit her face. She ran her fingers through her short platinum hair, helping the water soak it through. She took a deep breath in, letting the steam fill her lungs as the water cascaded down her body. She let the breath out and willed some of the soreness and tension out of her muscles.

Her after practice shower was one of her favorite parts of every day. It gave her time to be alone with her thoughts and let her brain wander. She focused on the feel of the almost too-hot water as it flowed over her. She started at her neck and moved her focus downward, relaxing her muscles as she went. She hitched up her shoulders, stretching out her back and luxuriating in the heat and pressure of the water. Read more »

POTUS Interruptus [MF]

EIGHT.
[read them all.](https://potusinterruptus.wordpress.com/blog/)

“I can’t make the fucking economy do what I want it to!” He yelled, slamming a fist on the oak desk.

She shrugged, remaining comfortably unfazed by his outburst. “Do you feel better?”

“No I don’t feel better!” He was up out of his seat now, his petite frame wracked with stress and rage. “They’re blaming me for this Panic!”

“Well, you’re the president. That’s how it goes.”

“It’s not fucking fair don’t they know,” he took a deep breath, steeled himself, “Don’t they know I’m trying?”

She rose to meet him, finally, blurring lines in their friendship as she approached. “Some of them know. You’ve done a lot of good too. The Democratic Party owes you everything.”

“It would be nice if they remembered that sometimes.”

He looked utterly defeated. She tried to view him as the villain, the pro-slavery, anti-Indian monster she imagined he was. But in the moment he was just a sweet, small man, with too much facial hair and permanent frown lines she could set up camp in.

She kissed his cheek, “Don’t think about them right now.” Read more »

Swing with a side of Kink Part 1

It had been a long week. As much as she loved her life, it was a busy CHALLENGING life. Her two babies, little angelic gifts that they were, took so much time and energy. She loved putting that time in, being a mother brought her great joy but by the end of the week she had to admit that she was exhausted and needed a break.

On top of that, she had been putting in more hours than usual at work. Her career was another aspect of her life that truly fulfilled her but free time had gotten quite scarce.

But tonight would be a break from the stress and hectic action of her routine. Tonight they had a naughty couple coming to play. Tonight would be DECADENT! She could hardly wait.

With the babies down and her beautiful husband out doing the grocery shopping for her, she had a little time for herself. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants, the thin, black material hugging her tight runners body deliciously. A sports halter top left a bit of her tummy peaking out teasingly. Read more »

A Threesome for the Ages [MFM] – pt 1

I’m going to be straightforward — and I promise that I won’t lie or embellish anything herein — but this is shaping up to be a threesome for the ages. No, it hasn’t happened yet. But this will serve as backstory and lead-in to Thursday night. With a full story to come Friday. Be still my heart, here we go.

My name is Luke. Her name is Megan. Now, if she permits me to take photos/video and post, I will. She seems like she might be kinky like that, but I don’t know yet.

Yes, she’s a stranger. Though I feel like I know her pretty well after our texting tonight. Or at least, what turns her on. And we’ll get to that, promise. She’s 21, short (maybe 5’3 based on pics?), brunette. Cute little nose ring. Really vibrant, crescent-shaped eyes. Really mesmerizing eyes. I mean, if you could kiss an eye… Read more »

[MF] How could I say no? [teasing][oral]

This one’s a couple years old, but I can see it like it just happened and thought it was worth documenting before dementia kicks in. And hey, why not share:

Meet Kate, Asian girl I’ll ballpark for you to be around 20, 5’2” and 110lb. She likes to wear dresses that barely cover her ass or jeans so tight you wonder if you can see goosebumps through them. In private these clothes fly off so quick she belongs in a magic trick. Then you’ll look at her and wonder why she should ever have to wear clothes in the first place. Perky breasts that aren’t quite a handful (but I do have large hands) with nipples perpetually firm. An ass that loves to be spanked, a new and recent discovery we made together a couple visits prior. I have no clue how it wasn’t thoroughly spanked before, it begs for it. Thick hair that dipped just past her shoulders and included a streak dyed red. And this low, sultry voice that always sounds like it’s asking “Why aren’t you fucking me yet?” Read more »