Memorable Stripper Experience [MF]

Something about a strip club and strippers that just drive me crazy, I know strippers are in it for the money which is fine but there is a certain something about the idea of a stripper to me which is almost like a forbidden fruit. You know you are not suppose to touch, let alone”bite” the fruit, but when and if you do for that small moment in time it’s worth it until you get down from the high that is reality. To sum up sure it’s not worth the money but if you are in it for the just the naughtiness factor in my opinion it is totally worth it.

**Prelude:** During my time as a bachelor I often used a website (still available right now not sure if I can link) to look at reviews of strips clubs in the various cities I would go to for my work trips. I was 23 at the time had a decently paying job and full of hormones that kept me crazy horny especially when I have a chance to get away and go to a strip club.

Exploring the Mysteries of Belle, a 7-part serial; Scene 7-epilogue

The screen darkened and the backstage lights came up. Lilith had disappeared. Our clothes were neatly folded on the bench where we had been so involved in carnal activity just a short while ago. There was also a basin with warm water, two sponges and two towels.

Belle took my hand and led me back to the bench. She dipped one sponge in the water and put it in my hand then guided it to her neck. I took the hint. I gently mopped her neck. I washed across her shoulders before starting down. I lingered at her nipples, still erect and red from the clamps. I bent and kissed each one. I took the sponge back to the basin then I had a thought. I set the sponge aside and grabbed Belle at her waist and lifted her up and stood her on the bench.

I wet the sponge again and resumed washing her. I started at her feet and washed up her left leg front then down the right, staying well away from her pubic area. Next, I reached behind her and went up the backs of her legs. At the top, I swept long, lazy circles around her lower back then again around the perfect globes of her ass. I moistened the sponge again and touched it lightly to her navel. I drew small circles at first then larger and larger ones; never pressing, never increasing speed. Finally, the sponge brushed her mons and she stifled a gasp.

[FM] The true storey how a shy accountant (F30) crunched the numbers, analysed the applications and selected an extraordinary oral lover

Guys have been bugging me for months to post this here. It is a long read and I hope you like all it.

Last year I needed to be licked, so I went onto Random Acts of Muff Dive and wow – was I in for a wide ride!

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**ORIGINAL POST: Tues 1 May 2018**

[F4M] Shy attractive accountant (30) searching for an extraordinary oral lover #London

Dear lovely men of RAOMD

I am 30, and I need to be licked so bad. I have spent months reading posts to get confidence, inspiration and guidance from other female posters. I am empowering my sexual future with this long wish list.

I have my own place in **London, Clapham**. My sister lives in **San Francisco**, so I am out there few times a year (next trip is June 8-19). My family also has a rarely used holiday home in the **Bournemouth** area, I go down my own every second weekend to escape London. Although, the first few meetings will have to be in a hotel and I cannot host in San Francisco.

Coachella camping, Night Two [Group]

The weirdest part about camping at Coachella is the shower situation. It always has a crazy long line, the people are rude and shoving to get into the stalls, and the water pressure sucks. Harper and I stood in line, we went the second we woke up, knowing this would happen, and the lines were full of hung over people complaining. We wore our bikinis there to minimize the amount we had to drag back and forth so we could get out faster.

We showered and headed back to the site. Cam and Brian were sitting in our lawn chairs passing a pot stick back and forth and drinking warm cans of beer. It was way too early for that nonsense, so I laid down in the shad with Harper and we looked at the instagram tag for Coachella seeing if we recognized anyone.

We kind of casually avoided talking about hooking up in the tent the night before when we were rolling balls, and I left it alone. We planned out the shows we’d see that evening and guzzled water in anticipation of rolling a second day in a row.

[FF] I think my GF lowkey hate-fucked me

Full disclosure: My GF and I have been in a great relationship for over nearly five years now, by far the healthiest and most fulfilling relationship I’ve ever been in. However, our sex life has always been our highest point of tension. We are on completely different rhythms (as in, when my libido is down, hers is at its peak, and vice versa) and she doesn’t share most of my kinks. In the past, she was also somewhat bothered by my ambiguous sexuality. All that pales in face of the fact that she believes I cheated on her last spring. While I was never unfaithful, I did flirt a lot with someone back then (topic for another time) and she never quite believed that nothing else happened. Regardless, let’s just say it put a hell of a damper on our sexual intimacy.

For a general picture, I’m a 163 cm and 59 kg (that’s roughly 5’4″ and 130 lbs) athletic mid-short haired redhead. My girlfriend, a lithe 175 cm and 64 kg (~5’9″, 141 lbs) blonde with gorgeous long hair. Though she is taller, I’ve always assumed a more dominant role in our sex life. Important detail, my girlfriend is usually very romantic, she usually prefers long passionate sex (I like it too, mind you), and she’s one of those person that firmly believes kissing is more intimate than actual sex.

Uninvited stranger invades the bedroom [MF, oral, facefuck, married, anal, PIV, noncon, bondage, incest, MFM]

/u/Gwensaccount and I don’t know each other, apart from a chance message here on reddit. I proposed a game where we take turns in writing alternate passages of a story. This post is the start of that journey. Each time you see “… … …”, we change writers.

Neither of us knows where it’s going or how long it will last.

It’s clearly not “top shelf” erotic fiction, but we’re enjoying ourselves and we hope that you enjoy it too.

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You were sound asleep, alone in the house. It’s a warm spring evening. Warmer that usual. A creak on the floorboard outside the door wakes you up.

At least you think you’re awake. You’re not really sure. It’s that half awake, half asleep feeling. But you hear it again. Creak. It sounds like someone is taking tentative steps towards the door.

You really are awake now, but you don’t want the person to know. You reach for your phone and sneak it under the covers to check the time. 3.09am. But wait, what’s that? There’s a text from an unknown number that simply says “I’ll be there soon”. It was sent at 2.41am.

You Made [M]e Squirt for the [F]irst Time

I hadn’t slept the night before, and I was still tired and anxious after my nap. We vaped a bit and settled in for an episode of Great British Bake Off you’d been trying to finish all week. But I’d missed you, so I couldn’t keep my hands from running over your muscular thighs, scraping my nails gently over you skin, tracing a pattern. Your large, strong hands roamed, raising goosebumps wherever they teased. I could feel your dick twitching and growing, but I didn’t want to touch it too soon – I’d already played with it earlier and selfishly wanted to leave you waiting for a while, I wanted to make every square inch of you feel good and awake. You distracted me with kisses, deep and delicious. I smoothed my hands over your broad chest, and your fingers traced the mounds and cleave of my breasts, gently grazing the sensitive underside, and circling my nipples. You took them into your mouth without a word; we’d recently had a conversation where I’d entreated you to suck my titties at your leisure: no need to ask, I’ll always want it. I tried to contain my moans as you licked, flicked and suckled my nipples and breasts, whimpering as softly as I could. I could feel myself soaking my underwear. You asked to eat my ass, so I quickly ran to the washroom to freshen up. I reported back that I was so clean anal was on the table, joking again about our need to learn ASL so your parents don’t overhear my whore mouth.

[Group] [voyeurism] [exhibition] When the group lost their minds

Hello again all. Coming back to share another fucking story from my past. This one is a bit different than the others, hope you like it.

Back when I was 19 I dated this amazing girl for about 4 years that really opened up my sexual side. Before getting out of high school we role played doing schoolgirl stuff, picking her up as a whore and her even arresting me a few times if you catch my drift. She was a classic brunette beauty and at times a total slut. She both loved and used sex, could be amazingly passionate or become totally detached from sex. Once she lost her virginity sex defined her life even to a fault. We’ll call her Maria.

Maria and I were dating still, hooking up as much as often, even after major arguments and still sometimes seeing other people. We knew that no one else could satisfy the other as we did, even if things weren’t great, we had done everything imaginable and had a deep passion since the first time we met. She moved into this giant two family house and started to host everyone being 19 and having this amazing space. My friend Bob and Maria’s friend Tina were over when I got there, we’d tried hooking them up a lot. Maria was watching a movie with them when I paged her, and initially told me to stay away, that it was their night to all hang out.

The first time I squirted [FM]

There’s a lot of controversy around squirting, what it is, how it happens, all of that. I don’t really know much about any of that because it’s only happened to me a few times, and it’s usually a massive surprise. I can sort of make it happen now, but it takes A LOT of effort. Now there has to be this perfect storm of clitoral stimulation, g-spot stimulation, and anal stimulation for it to happen. The last time I squirted my husband had me on my hands and knees and I was using a vibrator on my clit, I had a large butt plug in and he was fucking me from behind really hard and it just happened – a total surprise, but I think that’s how I can make it work if I want to. I don’t know, my body is a fucking mystery to me sometimes.

Anyways, here’s wonder wall.

Better Than Studying: Part 2

I purr and run my hands through my hair as I stretch, my muscles tense after what my body was just put through. Pushing me back onto the bed, your lips land on mine, and as I feel your tongue enter my mouth, you remove my blindfold. Sweet Jesus, the sight I’m witnessing brings back that warmth to my sex. I scan my eyes down your torso, your chest beading with sweat, and towards your underwear – turns out you had kept them on. The outline of your hard cock strains against them and I once again feel that anticipation in the pit of my stomach; I have to swallow as my mouth is watering just looking at it. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around it.