In my younger years, I used to keep more of my dirty writings and photography online, and kept up with social media more, as well. One of the eventual perks of this was having a group of “mutually appreciative artists” where the relationship was definitely more than a friendship. Now that I don’t live in the Valley any more (or the State of California, for that matter) I’ve focused my photography elsewhere, but one of my regular friends was someone who posted a lot of her own erotic pictures named Katie. She’s an Englishwoman who had really made the most of her workout regime, and kept her middle-aged body in just stunning form, and made a point of using it as the most frequent subject of her photography. We would trade a lot of comments back and forth on how what techniques we were using and how to improve our shots, but you couldn’t deny her fine taste. While we did certainly flirt now and then (given everything else we did, it would have been more surprising had we not!) it never got very serious, or into any sort of role play.
Tag: Group
Rush Part Two [4Some] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]
“You changed your hair color.”
“So did you,” She teased as she put the almost empty glass of champagne down on the table and sat down in the chair next to mine.
“Wig.”
“Dye,” She shrugged. “The color wasn’t appropriate for my next campaign, so I was told to dye it.”
“So you are…”
She lifted her index finger with a perfect French-tip nail up to her pouty matte nude lips. The blush colored gold and lace mask that donned her face accentuated her new honey blonde curls and reminded me of those unique colored curls she had that night. The layered gold choker necklace that wrapped loosely around her delicate neck, drew attention to the plunging neckline of the revealing gold sequined halter top; a small gold disc laid just between her perfect sun-kissed breasts. A micro mini skirt that barely covered her toned ass and tanned long legs shimmered with each movement as gold strappy heels adorned her French-tipped manicured feet. She looked every bit the model I knew she was that night.
“No names. Once we put our masks on, our outside identities are left behind for the night. This gives us the freedom to indulge in who we want to be or who we truly are.”
[MF] [cheating] [humorous?] How I helped my mistress get revenge.
Posted on /r/sluttyconfessions but also wanted to share with this group! Sorry about reposting. Just think i figured out the tagging system.
So this amazing girl, that is also in my [other story](https://redd.it/7w7uop). **Only read if you’re into rape baiting**, and I have been seeing each other.
She’s great. Super amazing. Doesn’t mind that I’m married. Gorgeous!
Well at this time she was going through breaking up with her boyfriend. And this guy was the worst. Just abusive for 2 years. I didn’t really fully believe her when she told me, till I met him. Which stinks to see cause she’s the sweetest girl ever. She likes being called names INSIDE the bedroom… not OUTSIDE. But yeah we don’t need those details.
Anyway… she’s moving her stuff out one week and invites my over. Now there are a few things you need to know.
* He’s got a favorite poker table that he never even let her sit at, because she’d ruin it by touching it.
* He’s got an Amazon Echo and reads the fucking logs at the end of every month. Like “Echo, play shitty music to match my shitty personality” is just like… light reading this chode does….
[F]riend with benefits gets a pixie haircut, [M]ake love all night after dry spell.
It had been two years since I had gotten legitimately laid. A terrible breakup, a bit of depression and a whole lot of “distract myself with work”created the perfect one two punch of involuntary celibacy. At 27 I lived with 4 other roommates in a five room duplex on the second floor of a two floor apartment building, coincidently we were all guys, some worked at the local hospital as researchers while I worked in creative. It was a pretty sweet pad, we all made decent money so for a bunch of dude’s in their mid tweeties, we had some pretty sweet amenities, which you would assume, would attract non-residents to want to come hang at our place but the reality was that a bunch of medical academics are the least socially attractive people you would choose to spend any day of the week with. The room’s layout we’re awful, the doors and barriers were so thin you could hear everyone snoring or jerking off when nature called. Taking a shit required one to blast some music.
Immortal Fruits [MF]
Blake had his first art showing at the gallery. It began in January when he started a
series of artworks based on iconic local women. They were all nude in the paintings but the paintings were tastefully done. All through January and February, I wondered how he had got so many of these women to agree to his agenda. The inspiration came from the fact we were in a new decade and that we were *“reborn, spiritually naked, ready for the next level”.* Blake was very capable of being a bit flowery. That is why we love him so much. Most of his artwork had revolved around nude women. He swore it was nothing untoward – it was just something he was good at. When they did life drawings at university, he came out top of the class for his ability to perfectly capture the human curve. Ever since we were eighteen, he had been asking me to pose for him and I always refused. As much as it looks like I like being exposed, there was something that always freaked me out about Blake. Before I agreed to anything, I went to speak to him about my concerns. Blake was always a little upset I didn’t seem to trust his motives.
Happy 8th of March [group]
Not much of a writer, but I just experienced something rather hot and amusing, so I decided to make my first GWS-post.
A few weeks ago, I came across this petite, beautiful girl on fetlife. I do rope bondage, so I sent her a message, asking if she wanted to meet up for a coffee or something and letting me tie her up if the chemistry was evident. She complied, we met up, and the chemistry was indeed evident, so I invited her home to tie her up. After a few rope sessions, we ended up fucking, and decided on a fuck-friend type of relationship.
Now, this girl is a hardcore feminist. Me, I’m not much of a feminist. I’m all for equality, but I think feminists go about it the wrong way, so their views don’t really get along with mine. And towards the society, I act like a chauvinist, as I seem to get the best reactions doing so. So in this girls’ mind, I was a chauvinistic pig who happened to be an amazing lay.
Which brings us to yesterday.
Massage fun [mf] Long story.
Finally getting caught up and wanted to share another story….
I work at a school, and enjoy the benefits of the school breaks. This happened during the presidents week break.
My husband usually travels around this time to Florida for work and last year was the first time I went with him. This year, I traveled with him again, but I coordinated a trip with some of my coworkers to take a trip and get some sun as well. I was bored last year by myself while my husband worked. I figured this time would be better.
It was about 8 of my coworkers that went on this trip. We all stayed at the same hotel. We had group outings the first two days of the trip but then it was clear that the single crew wanted to hang out at bars and clubs every night. Bobby and I were the only two that were married and both were accustomed to chilling low key. If I wanted to drink, I felt better being home and having a few drinks.
[mf][oral] Sucky Vacation 6
Sorry for the repost, but I got the title wrong and can’t edit it…
Chapter 6
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Jeff jogged up to the table while his family was just setting down at for dinner. He and Shawna had showered before leaving the room, so at least he didn’t smell like sex. They had parted ways at the bar by the pool where her mother, Nessa, had greeted her daughter with a hug and Jeff with a knowing smirk. He briefly returned Nessa’s greeting then gave Shawna one last kiss on the cheek before escaping with his face burning like he was sunburnt. It was just too weird that Shawna’s mother knew that they had hooked up.
“We were starting to wonder where that Irish lass dragged you off to,” Mom said, which sparked some laughter from the rest.
“We were swimming in one of the other pools,” Jeff answered. “I’m gonna grab something to eat and be right back.”
He noticed Amy giving him an amused smile, but Shelly didn’t look happy at all. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment, so he went to get some pizza and a sports drink before swiping his wristband to pay for his meal. When he arrived back at the table, the only available seat was between Amy and Shelly.
[mf][inc][mast] Sucky Vacation 5
Chapter 6
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Jeff jogged up to the table while his family was just setting down at for dinner. He and Shawna had showered before leaving the room, so at least he didn’t smell like sex. They had parted at the bar by the pool where her mother, Nessa, had greeted her daughter with a hug and Jeff with a knowing smirk. He returned Nessa’s greeting then gave Shawna one last kiss on the cheek before escaping with his face burning like he was sunburnt. It was just too weird that Shawna’s mother knew they had hooked up.
“We were starting to wonder where that Irish lass dragged you off to,” Mom said, which sparked some laughter from the rest.
“We were swimming in one of the other pools,” Jeff answered. “I’m gonna grab something to eat and be right back.”
He noticed Amy giving him an amused smile, but Shelly didn’t look happy at all. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment, so he went to get some pizza and a sports drink before swiping his wristband to pay for his meal. When he arrived back at the table, the only available seat was between Amy and Shelly.
Impromptu foursome with friends [Group]
I’ll start by saying that we had talked about swinging but had never followed through at that point. We were throwing a party for our third wedding anniversary at our house. It was a good number of guests, and a lot of them lingered well into the night. After a good amount of wine was consumed, it was whittled down to three friends of ours – Josh, who was going to stay over in our guest room, and Paul. Josh had a girlfriend and Paul a wife, but as luck would have it, neither was able to make the party.
A little after midnight, me and the guys were cleaning up in the kitchen, when Josh (a little drunk, clearly a little horny) started blathering on about my wife’s body. In fairness, it’s a pretty damn nice body – generous curves but still pretty tight. The more he did, the more Paul joined in with his own commentary. I gave them a little shit for it, but to be honest it was turning me on, and finally I started adding my own commentary – asking them just how badly they wanted to feel her big breasts or bend her over by the couch.