Confessions of a [M] private chef: (part 6) – the pool house

I’m a [32M] freelance private chef for wealthy clients. It can get pretty NSFW at private dinners and events. I have posted a few stories about some of the more explicit and memorable times and have a few stories left that are directly related to hookups being a chef.

Ever since I’ve been self-employed I’ve been able to live a life not typically experienced by someone who is equally as dedicated to their profession, but works in restaurants. This has allowed me to travel, take time off, have a social life, maintain relationships, and casually “date”. In my experience, my social availability combined with the (false) popular glamorization of being a chef attracts a variety of people. When I meet non-industry women who choose to know just enough about being a chef to be attracted to the superficial characteristics attached to it, I can usually tell that our interactions will become flirty. Madalyn aligns with this category. She has admitted that my time-scarce, disciplined, and creative “life-style” contributes to her attraction to me. Anway, rather than wax poetic…

My[F] vanilla(ish) boyfriend[M] surprised me last night

I[37F] am in a relationship with the love of my life[47M]. I think he’s the sexiest man I know and I would drop to my knees any time to service him. My boyfriend is more of the passive type, not the sexual aggressor in the relationship. I’m usually the one to initiate. I’m far more kinky than he is, but we have an amazing sex life nonetheless.

Last night I stayed at his place and we started to fool around. We were kissing and he was fingering me and he suddenly got off the bed and grabbed a small box. I was like hmm….what is he up to? He pulls a few items out, which are various sizes of nipple vacuums. I can honestly say I have never used these before so I was curious. He put one on me and started to twist and suck my nipple. It was interesting. He got it nice and tight and then put the other on my other nipple. They were kinda weird getting used to but the sensation was unique. Then he sucked on my pussy for a while.

My 44[M] Bumble match 35[F]

Intro:
I had recently gotten out of a long term relationship (16 years) and I was eager to play the field. The last time I was single dating apps didn’t exist, so I figured let’s see what this is all about. I downloaded a few apps and set up some profiles. I had a bit of luck on Tinder, but found myself doing quite well on Bumble. This is a story of a Bumble match I had that turned into very short yet absolutely amazing and passionate relationship. The timing just wasn’t right and I think of her and miss her everyday.

The Match:
I was laying in bed one night and noticed I had a match on Bumble with a message from a woman named Christy (on Bumble women have to message first and I believe within 24 hours or the match goes away). I checked the message and it says “Camping with very little reception but I want to make sure I don’t miss you”. Huh, so I head over to her profile and her pictures showed that she was super cute, petite looking and had a couple kids. I mean how much can you really tell from a few pictures? I was curious to know more. I noticed she lived about 45 minutes up the coast from me, not ideal, but such is life.

My [F]irst [M]arried Threeso[M]e

I have previously written about an amazing experience my husband and I had on vacation. This story takes place about 2 months later.

During a game of truth or dare my husband (Ryan) revealed he had a fantasy of having a group of guys run a train on me while I blew my husband and thanked him for the experience. This revelation blew me away, sure I knew he wanted a FFM experience, but nothing in the previous 10 years suggested he wanted to share me.

After we returned home, I eventually worked up the courage to ask him about that fantasy. In which he went into great detail and told me how he never really knew how much watching me fuck someone would turn him on.

We started slow at first, generally I would blow him while he told me what would be being done to me. This eventually progressed to me using a mounted dido while blowing him to simulate the experience. The dirty things he said would get me so hot as I blew him that I was starting to like the idea, but was unsure if I could handle that.

The Lady and the Vamp. [Str8] [MF] [Vampire] [Fantasy] [Erotica] [Cheating] [Romance]

***This is a snippet from a longer novel. The characters are Vampire Lovers. Erik an ancient vampire and Carrie, a much younger vampire are involved in an ongoing affair. This scene happens in the forest behind the house Carrie shares with her fiancee. Carrie has just told Erik they need to slow things down when he starts questioning her commitment to him and her fiancee. Erik is ready to leave town and move on from Carrie, she, however, has a different idea ***

“You’re leaving, leaving?” The disappointment was clear in my voice. 

“That is what I said.” 

I grabbed his arms, using my own Vampire strength to stop him. “You can’t leave” I tried to keep the panic I was feeling out of my voice. 

Shaking my hand off Erik continued to move forward without a word.  

“You’re not leaving!” I shouted, moving with magical speed to stand in front of him. Ignoring me still he tried to move around me. “NO!” I shouted again. “You are not leaving!” 

“Get out of the way Carrie, or you are going to get hurt.” 

[FM] kinky housekeeper

I had been out of work for quite a while, and money was running short. So, since I was getting a little desperate, I was calling about just any job in the paper. There was one that said just “houskeeper wanted, fair pay, flexible hours” with a phone number. I decided to call, even though I didn’t really like house work, and arranged an interview the next day.

I arrived at the appointed time, and was greeted at the door by an older man, perhaps about fifty, (as opposed to my twenty-five). He was pretty good looking, but i felt more like he could have been a father figure. He showed me around, explaining that he was in and out a lot, sometimes being gone for days at a time, while sometimes he was at home all the time, working in his office. This meant he couldn’t take care of the house work properly, as I could see as we toured the premises.

The house was nice, although a little messy, nothing out of the ordinary, until we reached his office. He had several pictures of women on the wall, and not just your normal pin-ups, these were what you could call soft porn, the women were in varying states of nudity, one of which was full frontal, and she was totally nude!

Exploring Long Distance Tantric Sex [FM]

Note: I have the consent of /u/pandaspicexoxo to tag her and share this story. She was kind enough to jot down some notes about the experience from her perspective, and I’ve woven those into the story.

My beautiful friend Panda and I love to explore long distance sex. We half-jokingly refer to ourselves as “pioneers in teledildonics.” We’ve gotten very good at creating intimate and intensely pleasurable sexual experiences using technology to bridge the geographic distance between us.

I recently read a little about tantric sex techniques, and I thought they aligned well with how Panda and I like to fuck: focusing on connection, using lots of eye contact, letting the energy build gradually over an extended time, etc. The other day, we got together for a video session. It had been a hectic day for her, so I thought it would be a good time to explore techniques that could leave us both feeling more energized.

A Punishment To Remember

***[This was my very first attempt at writing erotica and I hope you all enjoy it – I welcome constructive criticism].***

“Don’t interrupt me! Shut up and sit in the corner until I’m finished, bitch.” The girl said, with her arms folded over her chest. The entire group fell silent, as if they were all holding their breath and waiting for the blind fury that would descend upon him. The Alpha male. The Master. In the eerie silence you could easily have heard a pin drop. Just a few moments after the words left her lips, all eyes in the room turned to her, and her pale cheeks turned a faint rosy pink in response. Instantly, she felt naked.

Despite the fact she wore a mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a black shirt that only just managed to contain her breasts, with the buttons straining to stay in place, she felt entirely naked. “What?” She said quietly, just as she leaned forwards to adjust the black and white striped stockings that covered her legs. The Master’s face had turned dark; his eyes, devoid of any emotion, but were somehow still filled with a hunger that was legendarily insatiable.

Jack [M] and Rachel [F] – All Weekeend

I ran my fingertip around the edge of my expensive wine glass at the hotel bar, enjoying the pure high-pitched hum the balloon made as it vibrated. It blended with the Miles Davis floating down from the overhead speakers. From my vantage point along the wall, the room was shadowy, with small pools of light from bright but focused bulbs recessed into the ceiling. Dark wood, plush carpeting, and granite were everywhere. Shadowy forms occupied club chairs and cushioned alcoves across the room. My wine looked black in the faint light.

I was a little self-conscious as I adjusted my sleeveless dress, pulling my silk wrap around my bare arms. I had been sitting alone for about twenty minutes. Just as I was reaching for my phone, a figure materialized from the darkness several feet away and prowled over to the barstool next to me. He slid soundlessly onto the smooth leather.

His presence was overpowering. His sheer physical size was intimidating, at well over six feet tall and broad, muscular shoulders. A tailored suit jacket stretched across his broad back, which tapered to a trim waist. His hands, now resting on the bar, were roughly the size of small hams.