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25[F] How I became a slut and cheated my boyfriend with a black guy

I used to work as a car show girl for about 5 years. So I have plenty of stories with guys. Today I’m going to talk about one of the times I got banged in one of these car events.

I and another girl were assigned to host an event near a lake. It was a BBQ and Lowriders event with lots of guys in it.

Our attire consisted of a top that was reevealing, made to put our breasts in clear view and tight and small shorts, they were more like underwear to be honest. Half of our asses were out.

Mind you that we worked for an agency that took pride for having girls with big asses. It was the jig which we host, to display our asses and another service which I found out later but I will talk about it another time. And another thing is I had a boyfriend at the time. 9 months together. Read more »

Hypnosis and the Hound IV

Chains of the Mind

They say the worst chains are the ones we forge in our own mind. I don’t know why that image has been resonating with me so powerfully lately, but I think it must be true. I never noticed how badly I was burdened by them, how much I was bound by them, until I met Michael and his hypnotherapy began to free me from them.

I looked in the mirror after my shower. I was fifty two years old, not in the same shape that I was when I left the infantry, but three daughters had left me with even rounder breasts and ass than I had before, and I was always on the Jessica Rabbit side of buxom. My long hair was still red, but you could see silver threads here and there in it if you looked hard enough. I used to. I used to worry that time was marching on, and I no longer loved the person I saw in the mirror. I no longer lusted for life, no longer charged the next day like a wolf running down prey, but trudged into it like a drone. Read more »

Hypnosis and the Hound III

I was waiting at the Michael’s office, Leashholder Therapy, doing post run stretches. The three km was enough to build up a good sweat and really loosen up my muscles, but it gave me too much time to think about Michael. Every time I stopped myself from thinking about Michael, I found myself thinking of Pan and Priapus, his two Great Danes and the threatening red rockets they sported when they sniffed my arousal. I shut down that line of thought, but it only brought me back to remembering Michael reaching down to help me up. In my mind, he was no longer reaching down to help me up, but to put a stainless steel choke collar on me, as he had his two dogs. I tried to remember how Michael looked when we were both standing, but in my mind, I only wanted to see him from the position of kneeling in front of him.

God I am glad I sweat. No woman in the world may have ever said that, because sweat is embarrassing. It is less embarrassing than what it hides. I am so glad I ran the three km to get here, because otherwise the wetness of my yoga pants would advertise to Michael that my pussy was soaked to the point I had no choice but to run to a man not my husband to confess my problem. Read more »

Pinned down and pounded by my best friend’s ex (30f) [FM]

Is it just me, or is *discussing* sex practically the very next best thing to actually having sex? As a conversational topic it’s not only endlessly fascinating and insightful, but often tantalisingly visceral. I’m sure I can’t be alone in finding that sharing, deconstructing and reliving a sexual experience in conversation almost always becomes actively arousing?

Or perhaps I’m just a pervert.

As such, topics of sexual nature are commonplace between myself and friends. Rarely does any get together – drunken or perfectly civilised – go by without the topic turning to everyone’s recent sexploits; be it providing a running critique of a partner, sharing an anecdotal account of a spectacular failure (usually my contributions) or simply living vicariously through the second hand adventures of others.

Nothing goes unsaid. Everything is analysed and deconstructed. And a tremendously wonderful time is had by all as our respective sex lives are laid bare for analysis, comment and often gentle ribbing. Although in some cases ‘laid bare for a gentle ribbing’ very much *is* the discussion of the sex. Read more »

Platonic Friends 12 – Playground Relations Pt 1 (fiction, 23M/23F/23F, Con, friends, roommates)

We eventually arrived at dinner nearly at 8pm after *waking* Felicity up *semi* correctly by kissing her pussy until she moaned awake while Emma watched.  By the time Felicity woke up with my tongue trailing along her clit as I looked over to see Emma was beginning to fondle herself.

Felicity woke up happy that Emma had relayed the info to *wake* her up correctly. The only thing I didn’t do was stick my dick in her and fuck her.  But *GOD* I wanted to.  

Somehow I refrained as I smacked her ass and told her to get ready to go to dinner so we could discuss her and Emma’s *relationship* offers.

When she asked **where** we were going to have dinner I of course shrugged not really having *ANY* idea on where to do this beyond maybe doing it in our own living room/dinner room where we could be comfortable.

Then Emma had an idea and suggested we go to The Playground which I got ALL excited as it was a fun filled restaurant with arcades and everything. Read more »

[MMF] A few stories about being compared to a horse hung friend who shows off…

Years ago we went on a boozy party holiday abroad and as is the way when you share with mates, the clothes come off.

We agreed hotel rooms were safe zones and nudity was fine.

I shared with a mate who was known to be very large, probably 6 inches soft, MUCH larger than me.

One day one the girls in our. group who was also ok with nudity came in to check where we were to see us both walking around nude.

His cock was swinging freely between his legs and given his size he was in no rush to put swim shorts on.

Our friend walked in and noted ‘oh… you’re both naked….I’ before going red and looking at both of us for a moment.

She excused herself and walked out.

This happened on another day of the holiday and when she walked in and saw me naked and him in boxers she said ‘huh… odd that you’re dressed and he isn’t’.

Cue one or two more events like this and on the last day she walked in and saw me scrambling to get my shorts on as he stood there looking enormous when soft and she said ‘awww babe don’t be shy, it’s the motion of the ocean that counts’ and giggled and walked out. Read more »

The most embarrassing thing I did in college [MFF]

Hi all. I’m new at this story-writing thing, so we’ll see how this goes. This is a story about one of the craziest things I did in college with my girlfriend at the time. If it matters, I would describe myself as generally very average looking, a bit on the tall and thin side. This was towards the end of my college years, so I was maybe twenty-two.

My girlfriend and I weren’t in a very serious relationship. Admittedly, it was getting to the point where I was spending a few nights a week in her bed, but we were both pretty laissez-faire and had few expectations. Kate, let’s call her, was typically shy. I liked her smile and the way she blushed when she talked about sex. She wasn’t a prude, but she seemed insecure about showing off her body in public, and she would always demur when things got too personal. Read more »

I gave into my summer school bully’s demands and sucked him off in our dorm’s staircase and now I’m his personal cumbucket (NC) (female perspective) (humiliation) (19M and 19F) Pt. 3

After neatly sewing the buttons back onto my shirt, I try it on and look in the mirror.
I hated what I saw. I had nothing in particular going on for me. B cup tits, average butt, unfashionable, a sad bob that curled up at the ends, all I was missing was the glasses.
I sighed and dug around my drawers for a sexier bra, I could only find one that had some lace detailing but a cup size too big. It made my tits look even smaller but it was better than the ugly beige one I was wearing before.

He texts me to meet him on the second floor of our residence hall after dinner, where there are tables for group studying. I am surprised he actually wants to study with me, and in public too.

When I get there he’s already sitting there waiting for me. His laptop and textbooks open. I take out my stuff and we get to work.

He leans over and whispers into my ear,
“I’m tired of you fumbling over yourself in class, it’s not cute but cringe and annoying.”
“We’re going to get real work done today.” Read more »

Crossing the Line, part 1 (M29/F28)

My first ever story here, entirely fictional but based on real (though exaggerated) people and a very vivid series of dreams that I’ve had…
All characters are 18+

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*boop beep* The discord notification jolted me out of my work trance. A smile crept onto my face when I saw the DM from Jen. “Heyy, how’s your day going?”

I met Jen, her boyfriend Eric, and others though work a few years ago. I was welcomed into the existing friend group and we’d all regularly hang out. I was closest with Eric, but became closer with Jen when the three of us and my girlfriend Ashley started playing online computer games together. Eric wasn’t on too often though. Jen and I got really into the game so we’d message about it a lot. Conversations quickly became more personal and eventually bordering on inappropriate, but we were just joking around… mostly.

My heart started beating faster as I glanced over to Ashley working on her computer at the other side of the living room. I type my reply, “Eh, the usual. Boring work and frustrating personal life. You?”

“Still not having sex?” she was quick to reply. Read more »