A Busted Compressor [M/F]

A writing prompt given by a friend. As always, critiques, comments, and cum testimonies welcome.

A Busted Compressor

The sudden silence was louder to Kelsey’s ears than a bomb. She picked up on it instantly, despite the noise of the crowd. Pausing mid-conversation, and leaving her patron with his words hanging in his mouth, she ducked through the door behind the bar and made her way to the keg cooler. Sure enough, the compressor had shut off, and the air in the room was, even after only a brief moment, starting to lose its chill. Kelsey fought the urge to grind her teeth as she winced. This was the last thing she needed tonight. Snatching her phone from her back pocket, she dialed her cooler service man, who barely picked up before the voicemail.

“Go.”

“Tate, it’s Kelsey over at-“

“I know, Kel. It’s after hours; what’s wrong?”

“The compressor just blew. How quick can you get here?”

“I can’t. I’m at a movie with my wife. I’ll text my guy apprentice, Ron.”

“Please do. Do SOMETHING, at least. I can’t serve warm beer. Not on a Friday night.”

[FM] phone sex leads to real sex!

Next to a sprinkling of leaning palm trees and a pool supply store that always smelled faintly of chlorine, our band’s practice space stood modestly, yet proud. We had the space booked three times a week, but due to a money-minded building owner, another soundproof wall was added to break up the space and allow another band to occupy the creative domain while we worked.

I understood communal accommodations. Still in college, I had only just moved on to student apartments, having previously shared a room with two rowdy ladies. They were fun, but invasive. I have plenty of stories about them too that I’d love to share one day. While on tour with the band, we all shared a camper. Four adults to one bed and two cots encourages bonding, but never privacy.

Even so, the group of guys practicing next to us caused me tension. They all smoked away fifteen minutes of their time each session sucking on cigarillos and loudly rotating through inside jokes and jabs. I thought they were decadent, hedonistic, and apathetic towards the world. They seemed a little mean, a tad jagged, wearing crooked smiles across their jaws with an inexplicable emptiness behind the eyes.

Stories from growing up in a sex cult. [M/M] part 1

Obviously I didn’t know it was a sex cult growing up. It felt normal, because to me, it WAS normal. It was an open, loving, and nurturing environment. Sexual activity was normal, encouraged, and always consensual. Only adults engaged in sexual activity, including myself.

We called each other partners. We refrained from familial language like father, sister, mother, etc.. No one person raised another. All parenting and education was shared by the community. Housing was communal as well, though we were able to claim areas for privacy.

One of the most important days of a commune member’s life was their “Coming of Age” day. This was the day they were granted adult status, given a job, and allowed to interact with partners sexually. We didn’t have a designation for homosexuality or heterosexuality. All sexuality was just normalized. If you were attracted to a person, their gender didn’t matter.

This is a story of my “Coming of Age” day. I was staying with a couple of partners in a small house next to one of the many tracts of farmland within the commune. I was being shown how to tend to that land and provide food for the commune. This involved a lot of manual labor, and as a result, I was in my physical prime. Broad of shoulder, well defined muscles, and tanned skin that glistened in the sunlight.

Remembering a private night with some friends. [FFMM] [non-fiction]

I’ve let myself use this site as a bit of a diary too many times. When I’m worked up enough and have so many emotions swirling around in my head, I love letting them out for all of you to see and freely judge. It’s extremely cathartic despite the guilt that comes along with it.

I’m always very open about what I’m feeling, but I do see myself trying to stick to the emotions instead of being more explicit. Even when trying to write original stories, I’ve focused so much more on the dialogue and what is going through their heads rather than pushing the story along to the real action. Even after all this time, I still feel a little embarrassed to dive into it so I figured forcing myself to share an experience in detail would be a bit of a new kind of rush for me..

During my college years, I took a little weekend trip with my best friend. She brought her future husband and I brought mine. We were all still exploring our sexualities at this point and went on the trip fully knowing we were going to have an interesting time. 

A Great Campus Tour [MF]

After a good response on the first story, thought I’d share another one from my East Coast days.

This is another college memory, from when I was a sophomore, around 20.

I used to work a part-time job on campus doing tours for prospective students and parents who came to see the school. Usually it was once or twice a week, during the spring, I would take a group from the campus center on a 30-45 minute walking tour around the college, telling them about the different buildings, departments, dorms and so on.

Usually these tours would be on Saturday mornings or afternoons, when I was hungover and I’d put on a smile, smoke a bit and try to finish them off as soon as possible. It was usually overenthusiastic parents or high school kids, so nothing too exciting.

One Saturday morning, I am at the campus center where the group is gathered, the admissions lady introduces me, and I start the tour for about 15 people. Mostly they are parents and their high schoolers, though there are two or three kids who are there alone as well.

[Group] [MF] How Sharing My GF Landed Me My Largest Client Ever – Part 1

TL;DR – Kaitlyn and I swing with our first black couple, have our first time playing without protection—the first step in landing my largest client ever. Skip to $$$$$ for sexy times.

We met Daniel and Ibukun online. They were not the first couple to reach out to us after we created our profile, but they were certainly the most intriguing. We were honest in our profile description section about being relatively new to the swinging lifestyle, and we wanted only good experiences.

I was glad to see that their profile picture wasn’t just a picture of their genitalia. Rather, it was a relatively modest swimsuit photo of them without faces. They were clearly a very good looking black couple. I had never been with a black woman before, but Kaitlyn had been with several black men in college. I certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea. After scrolling through their gallery, we were delighted to see some (tasteful) nudes, and damn, they looked good.

At first sight, it appeared that Daniel and Ibukun (we didn’t know their names yet) checked all of our boxes. They were older than us but still within 10 years of our age, they were both attractive and intelligent individuals from Nigeria, and seemed to love to travel like us.

[Group] Impromptu sexting session with four sexy ladies

Earlier this week I had the most amazing sexting session of my life here on Reddit, so I have been longing to come here and tell you sexy, pervy strangers all about it.

I’ll use initials to refer to my four partners, since I don’t have their consent (yet) to share their names or Reddit handles. They are welcome to do so themselves in the comments later if they so choose. With that let’s hop in, and you’ll soon meet the ladies S[myself, 25/F], L[27/F, my online FWB], A[27/F, the hot Reddit stranger, now friend], & J[29/F, the other hot Reddit stranger].

So here’s the premise. It was really unplanned and impromptu. I got off work early one day, and wanted nothing more than just get home, strip out of my work clothes, pour myself an icy cold tea (this week has been so hot in California), hop into the bed and hog some kinky attention from a sexy lady or couple. My goto FWB L was offline so I made a quick post on r/dirtyr4r to find some new sexy friends. I made the post before I started my drive back home so that my inbox will have some exciting red envelopes by the time I pulled into my driveway. So well thought out right? I know.

[F] (32) At a work party, a colleague [M] told me (drunk) that he masturbated to seeing my thong at work. A few minutes later, I showed him a nude in that same thong. His reaction was priceless

So for a little context to begin – this is very recent. 9-10 of us from work decided to go out for dinner and drinks. There’s a dude I’ve been working with who I’d place into the nice category of ‘gentlemanly horny’, meaning, you’ll catch him occasionally checking out your ass and you can tell he’s as horny as hell, but he’s very respectful and wouldn’t overstep boundaries. Until now.

After dinner, the group of us were a few drinks in, and naturally, boundaries diminish. I could see him wanting to talk to me a little more and he eventually came over and asked if he could tell me something, even if it’s “borderline inappropriate.” It went something along the lines of “Okay, so confession time… I had to wank (jerk off term in the UK) the minute I got home after I saw your red, frilly thong. Sorry. Just had to tell you.”

Now, I could have done a number of things with this. I think the few months I’ve been on Reddit prepared me for the comment and I took a few moments to really respond. I tried to look a little uncomfortable without wanting to grin. I took it as a compliment after all. I gave him a bit of a ‘pity’ laugh as I began typing on my phone.

[FMMMM] I’m “that girl with big boobs” and I let my roommate’s guy friends all jerk off to my tits [Group]

My roommate and I have a funny relationship. She’s very charming. Everything she does is in a nonchalant casual way that you don’t really realize the implications of what she’s saying and doing, and you’re just kinda bashful and appreciative in the moment. Just the way she talks, you’re whisked away into whatever she ends up suggesting. I guess she can just be very persuasive, to put it simply.

As a little bit of context – I get pigeon holed into **”that girl with big boobs,”** and I totally embrace it! At some instinctual level, I love the attention they demand in a crowd, the inevitable stares, and the idea that someone is going home and masturbating to the memory of my body. I like when my partner plays with them, uses them, obsesses over them, and objectifies me for them. Anyway, I say this all as context because my roommate loves to comment and joke about them. It’s just kinda become the embodiment of me.

Seduced by the slutty goth girl. [MF]

I wanted to give a break to all the stories about my ex so I thought it would be fun to share this one that takes place when I was in college.

I was maybe around 22 maybe 23 years old at the time. It was a few of us in this arts program at our college so we tended to be a tight-knit group seeing as we spent most of our days together. There was this goth woman who was about a year younger than me in the group with us. She had dark hair of course, a petite frame, perky b-cup tits, and cute, tight little ass who we will call Isabel. At the time, I had a crush on another, older woman in the group so I really wouldn’t think of Isabel much other than as just a friend. Isabel had recently (and surprisingly) broken up with her boyfriend and seemed to be just happy being on her own.

It was close to the end of the semester, so we were in the middle of finals that were beginning to quickly wrap up. I had been accepted to another school and was set to transfer for the next semester, I already had a new apartment reserved in the new town and was planning to go at the end of the summer closer to when the term began.