Naked Housework- I [29F] like to clean in the nude

I’m a bit of a closet naturist. I’d never go nude in public, not even on a nude beach or at a nudist camp, but at home I have a tendency to shed my clothes. Why not? There’s no-one there to see me and I find it liberating. I do all my housework nude.

I’m not careless about my nudity. A certain natural modesty prevents that. I keep a slip-on housedress available on a peg next to the front door. It’s the work of a moment to put it on before answering the door. If I have visitors who are actually going to come into the house I take a moment to slip into my bedroom for some underwear.

Currently I was in the kitchen doing a bit of cooking, listening to the radio and trying to keep one ear peeled for the door-bell. I’ve been expecting a package for several days now, and I’ve been bugging the postman about it. He has to deliver it to the door because he needs to get a signature. I have stressed several times that the package is important and that I need it.

[MF] The absolute greatest whore I ever had part 1

So I have been writing a lot of stories about the various weird, wacky, and tacky sexual experiences I’ve had in my life. There’s a ton to choose from, and some of the better ones all came from one girl. She was absolutely a whore, absolutely So I have been writing a lot of stories about the various weird, wacky, and tacky sexual experiences I’ve had in my life. There’s a ton to choose from, and some of the better ones all came from one girl. She was absolutely a whore, absolutely sexy, and absolutely fun as fuck. To this day, I wind up sleeping with her every time I see her… despite the fact that she’s gained hella weight, is a raging alcoholic, has a husband, and a kid. For sake of anonymity I’m gonna call her Kylie.

I was 19 the first time I met Kylie was at this restaurant/bar in town that was notorious for two things… absolutely dirt cheap drinks, and serving minors. My buddy James brought her with him. He always talked about her, and was the type to love every girl he barely talked to. I had seen her comment on things on Facebook and shit, and knew she was attractive… but the girl that he showed up with was fucking sexy. Like dirty sexy. She had on some trashy vintage tee with her nipples out, and cut off shorts that barely covered half of her ass… long legs and blonde hair to bring it all together.

I [30F] got my favorite redditor [37M] to drive across state lines so he would indulge my fetish for domination roleplay. And then I gave him lots of pussy and ass until he had to go home at the end of the weekend. [FM]

Well, you can call me a greedy, horny bitch, but I wasn’t truly satisfied, fam. I needed mooooorrrrrre! I had [targeted an erotica author](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i3kixd/fm_this_weekend_i_30f_hooked_up_with_a_guy_37m_i/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) who has writing that makes me cum reliably AND I got him to drive to me and fuck me in every major way over the course of a weekend. He was sweet, sensitive, literate, and he fucked as good with his dick as he did with those words. What more could I want?

I’LL TELL YOU!

I wanted what his previous lover got. Remember! I was first drawn to his stories about her because I felt like she was my twin. Just like her, I have a fetish for domination role play. I like when I have a trustworthy partner who I can surrender my autonomy to. I’m a feminist, but SOMETIMES I like a bit of misogynistic name calling when I’m getting fucked. As long as the dude understands it’s a game.

And don’t give me shit for that, fam. Somewhere out there a white supremacist is whacking off to the idea of his wife cheating with a black dude. It doesn’t mean he secretly wants a world where that shit happens, right? OF COURSE I’m fucking right! And if me being right bothers you then I invite you to get in the long line, the one that’s wrapped twice ?around? the fucking ?building? to kiss my ass. ?‍♀️

First time in a threesome. [MFF]

I have always wanted to have an experience with another woman. I’m not gay so a guy has to be present, but the urge to explore this dynamic has always been in my mind.

First a little description about me. I’m 5’10, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic build.

Alex is around 6’2, dark hair and eyes, thin with a slight muscular build, nicely trimmed facial hair. We had been fucking regularly for a few weeks and upon telling him I wanted this experience, obviously he was game. Angie is a girl I worked with once for a short time in my customer service job. She’s friendly, shorter than myself. She has long black hair down to her waist and blue eyes. I had come to admire her form and checked her out often so I was glad she was into it. We’re not friends where we would have to hang out socially so the situation was perfect.

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How to run a [Harem] out of the local Dairy Queen [MFFFFFF] [vanilla] [first person] [drug use]

**I. Sandy**

I was so burned out after college I ended up doing nothing of value for a whole decade after. Well, I had this dream of becoming a “professional gamer” and so it felt like all the time I spent grinding in various games was time well-spent, but then I found myself in my early-30’s with no job skills or real prospects. I was also incredibly depressed and lonely, having had one relationship with a really hot slightly older woman named Michelle who dumped my ass once she realized how immature I was. Besides Michelle, and by the way it was painful to even think of her name at that time, I had been unlucky in love for the better part of a decade. By the time I took a job at Dairy Queen, just to pay for rent and weed, I hadn’t had sex in three years. Or four, I’d honestly lost count. The work was, to be honest, pretty humiliating overall. I had to wear a stupid uniform and stand for most of the day, and I was always afraid of angering customers or my boss my doing the wrong thing. Over time I got okay at the job, though.

Darcy’s Doubts: Day 2 (Part 1) [MT, T-Solo, Oral]

*Bang, bang, bang*

I don’t remember Kyle slamming the door when she left

*Bang, bang, bang*

The hell? Is someone throwing bricks off the roof? Being awoken suddenly is never fun but at least whatever woke me up kept me from suffering anymore at the hands of my own consciousness. I quickly grab some shorts to maintain some modesty and make my way towards the racket. Poking my head into the hall it was obviously coming from the gym.

I took a quick peek at my phone.

“Bitch, it is 5:30!” Ha, classic.

Well, since I’m up mightaswell go check out who’s throwing concrete blocks around. For whatever reason, I knocked on the door, after waiting I felt incredibly stupid and just went in.

It was obvious that a gym was not the first thought for this room. The floor was concrete and the walls brick. There did seem to be some old-school gym mats folded up on the far wall to my left along with a yoga ball and a few other floor exercise items. Straight across from the door was a water cooler. Behind the door was the source of what I was hearing.

Darcy’s Doubts: Day 2 (Part 1) [MT, T-Solo, Oral]

[DAY 1: Part One](https://www.reddit.com/user/BlkFenix89/comments/i5ki9g/darys_doubts_day_1_part_1/)

[DAY 1: Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/user/BlkFenix89/comments/i5kkf5/darcys_doubts_day_1_part_2/)

*Bang, bang, bang*

I don’t remember Kyle slamming the door when she left

*Bang, bang, bang*

The hell? Is someone throwing bricks off the roof? Being awoken suddenly is never fun but at least whatever woke me up kept me from suffering anymore at the hands of my own consciousness. I quickly grab some shorts to maintain some modesty and make my way towards the racket. Poking my head into the hall it was obviously coming from the gym.

I took a quick peek at my phone.

“Bitch, it is 5:30!” Ha, classic.

Well, since I’m up mightaswell go check out who’s throwing concrete blocks around. For whatever reason, I knocked on the door, after waiting I felt incredibly stupid and just went in.

It was obvious that a gym was not the first thought for this room. The floor was concrete and the walls brick. There did seem to be some old-school gym mats folded up on the far wall to my left along with a yoga ball and a few other floor exercise items. Straight across from the door was a water cooler. Behind the door was the source of what I was hearing.

I [M] got to watch a long-term flirt have passionate sex after not seeing her for a few years. [FF] [FM]

DJing in New York City is simultaneously a very humbling experience and also extremely rewarding. For years, once a month, I DJ’d at this dive bar in Brooklyn that was notorious for a few things: drug use in the photobooth (and the evidence being stuck in the wall next to it, [like this](https://imgur.com/a/ZuQlprG) — I took a photo of this after the last gig I played there before COVID), some nasty bathrooms, and a dancefloor where a DJ could play almost anything and everyone went there looking to dance and/or fuck (okay that’s all fairly normal for most bars, but whatever).

It was hipster-extreme, and it was my refuge from the cookie-cutter bottle service clubs in Manhattan where it was the same 200 songs every night, give or take 30. At this place in the same party, well after midnight, I could play Paul Simon, A$AP Rocky, Taylor Swift, M83, old Britney songs, Franz Ferdinand, Migos, Ini Kamoze, Prince, the theme from The OC, and people would belt out every word for hours straight. It’s the best crowd in the whole five boroughs in my opinion — Black, White, Latino, Asian, gay, straight, trans, hipster, bros in frayed lacrosse hats, girls from Long Island in short dresses and heels “slumming it” for a night — the crowd just rocks and it’s a gig I miss terribly since COVID.

My Date with Jess [M/TF][First Trans Experience][Pretty much vanilla]

Pretty fresh out of school, I was pretty naive in peripherals of human sexuality. As the college progressed, I have been with two girls but nothing ridiculous. College was the time when I liked to go out with my buddies, and we’d drink and there was the occasional recreational use of ummm,…let’s say party favors. Obviously, in this age of technology, I resort to my fair share of online pornography as a young man could handle. It was just a matter of time before I got bored of normal porn, started looking out for something out of the ordinary when I stumbled across girls with something extra between their legs. Here were beautiful looking women, juiced up with feminity but instead of a pretty little innie, there were these cocks hanging between their legs. At first, I thought I was bi-curious but when I tried looking at gay porn, it somehow didn’t suit me but I was still fascinated and hooked to Tgirls ever since. That’s where this story started.

I [Gay, 20M] fucked my landlady [42F] in exchange of a rent free month. [mF]

This is an update to my [advice post](https://www.reddit.com/r/shittyadvice/comments/i9ak2o/i_gay_male_in_his_20s_live_by_myself_in_a_big/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) on r/shittyadvice and r/askredditafterdark. I recommend reading that first, just so you understand the situation better.

As a warning, it’s very late at night and this happened a couple hours ago. I apologise for any redaction issues/grammar mistakes. I’m also sorry if this is very detailed, you can read the TL;DR at the end of the post.

I browsed Reddit right until she arrived. I head the doorbell and opened. She immediately came in, and asked me what I had decided. I still wasn’t 100% sure, but I told her I thought it’d be best to leave. “But it’s such a great deal! Why won’t you accept?” She seemed really irritated. I told her I’m gay and it probably wouldn’t work out. She pointed out how I had gotten hard the day she tried seducing me. I just told her “It was… the friction of you sitting on my lap”. She didn’t answer a word. All she did was start taking her clothes off. I was clearly a bit confused. She sat me down on the couch and said: