Spitroasted in an alley [F]

This happened last night. I was horny and went out looking for a quick hookup to get the edge off. I’m super into older guys and so I was hoping to find a guy 40+ to fuck me. I got to the bar and saw a group of guys in their 50’s hanging out at the bar. I sat a few seats down and some of the more drunk ones started hitting on me. Me being the horny slut I am loved it.

None of them were suave (first guy who hit on me literally said “You’ve got some great tits!”) But tbh I prefer crude, I literally could care less for sweet talk. After I responded positively to their advances I moved closer to them and one of them bought me drink. We chatted and I found out they were there celebrating the birthday of one of the dudes who was turning 55. The birthday boy wasn’t the crudest of the lot but it was obvious that he was interested.

Strangers Ran A Train on My Wife in a Paris Hostel [MMF]

Anne and I ended our honeymoon in Paris. Our whole trip had been amazing. We’d seen and done so much. We’d also been careful with our money, so by the time we got to Paris we had money to burn. We didn’t go insane but we didn’t hold back either. We ate a few fancy dinners, we went to the Moulin Rouge, Anne bought some sexy lingerie in Pigalle.

The hostel was a letdown, but that didn’t last long. Our first room was disgusting but we went to the concierge and asked, in our terrible French, if anything could be done. She was charmed that we even tried to hold the conversation in French. She explained that hostel was being renovated and we’d gotten stuck in one of the old rooms by mistake. She moved us to a new room and it made a world of difference. Plenty of space, sparkling clean, its own shower, everything we could hope for. It had space for six, but the concierge assured us that the entire room would be ours. And it was. Despite the fact that the hostel was at capacity no one else came to our room. It was easy to see why. Most of the other guests were pretty rude. No one tried to engage in French, in fact they barely treated the concierge as human.

Strangers Ran A Train on My Wife in a Paris Hostel [MMMMF]

Anne and I ended our honeymoon in Paris. Our whole trip had been amazing. We’d seen and done so much. We’d also been careful with our money, so by the time we got to Paris we had money to burn. We didn’t go insane but we didn’t hold back either. We ate a few fancy dinners, we went to the Moulin Rouge, Anne bought some sexy lingerie in Pigalle.

The hostel was a letdown, but that didn’t last long. Our first room was disgusting but we went to the concierge and asked, in our terrible French, if anything could be done. She was charmed that we even tried to hold the conversation in French. She explained that hostel was being renovated and we’d gotten stuck in one of the old rooms by mistake. She moved us to a new room and it made a world of difference. Plenty of space, sparkling clean, its own shower, everything we could hope for. It had space for six, but the concierge assured us that the entire room would be ours. And it was. Despite the fact that the hostel was at capacity no one else came to our room. It was easy to see why. Most of the other guests were pretty rude. No one tried to engage in French, in fact they barely treated the concierge as human.

the making of a new world

so this one is a bit different. recently i have been fantasizing of building a new world from scratch and RP in it. i would love to assemble a group of a few creative people, and get started choosing the magic system, the races and the general theme and story.
so far we are 2 people in the group, looking for around 2 more. i do believe in full creative freedom and would like each and every one of us to have an equal influence on the project.
so far i drew a map and wrote some backstories, and my friend Lucille has nearly finished the first race.
so basically we are really at the start and would love for you to help us in this exciting new project(:

The Underground Ravecity Pt. 1 [Fantasy] [Nudism] [Exhibitionsim] [Age gap]

Below the cold, damp, bland city was another city, one full of life, of hope, of energy, and fun. Underground, in the recently abandoned subway stations that once made up the city, was where people came together to have fun. This place was known as The Underground Ravecity.

Formed a couple of years ago, The Underground Ravecity was developed by a group of college students who wanted to create a new type of party life, one that would never have been be allowed to exist within the city. Thus they had brought their development to the recently abandoned subway line that ran below the city. It was relatively clean to begin with, but they had invested into cleaning it up, adding bright LED lighting, bright neon lights, and billboards advertising all sorts of things. They’d also installed lockers, showers, beds, and had allowed vendors to sell all sorts of legal (and illegal) items that people would need at any one point. The Underground Ravecity was about 6 stations long and could easily hold a couple thousand people at any one time. It was the perfect place for a party.

[F] I finally let myself come out of my shell.

Hi everyone! I think it’s time for me to finally get some of my stories out here on writing. I provided some background, but continue to the dashed line if you want to skip to the fun part! Let me know what you think in the comments or messages! Feel free to share some of your own stories as well!

*I’m tired of feeling so conflicted.*

I was always told to dress modestly, focus on my school work, and stay active in extra-curriculars. It’s not like I had a very strict or conservative upbringing, but my studies were always made the priority. I was still allowed to purchase my own clothing and have my own fashion sense, but there is no world in which it would be acceptable to be found wearing a short skirt or low cut top in my household. My parents just wanted to keep me on a steady track for college, and minimize other distractions that may interrupt that focus. These habits stuck with me as I went off on my own to college, but over the first couple years, I couldn’t help but have some other thoughts start to intrude.

Watching [M]y [F]riends sex tape

A group of us had got together the other day, whilst everyone was out of earshot, she suddenly happily announced that she had some new nudes on her phone.

“Show me then” I said, almost too quickly.
“Not of me” she replied.
“And?” I questioned.

She shrugged and carried on scrolling through her phone. I thought nothing of it and we carried on with what we were doing. Later in the evening, we went to pick up a takeaway for dinner, whilst we were waiting in the car she was on her phone again. “There’s a video of me giving head too” she said, casually tilting the phone slightly in my direction. “Show me” I said. Her response this time, was to simply hand me her phone.

It was on the gallery, not the video in question. It appeared that all of the images were completely innocent and safe, all except one.

“Where is it?” I asked.
“It’s there, but you’ll have to play it yourself” she said. “I can’t *actually* show you.”

Tonight’s Entertainment (MF)(Freeuse)

The summer season always makes for the perfect time to grill outside and hangout with friends. Michelle and I thought what better idea then to invite some close friends over this weekend for some good times. We bought all the standard party food and beverages for our guests. It was going to be your typical cookout with a nice surprise to finish the night off.

The grill was hot and the drinks were cold as our friends arrived. Michelle was the stunning hostess of the night while I was concentrating on keeping the food flowing off the grill. Michelle looked so pretty in her long flowy sundress. Her blues eyes and blonde hair popped under the evening sun….”babe, do you want another beer?” She asked. It took me a second as I was in a trance, thinking damn I’m a lucky man.

I answered “You know it love!” as she walked into the house. I noticed a couple of the guests watching her walk away. Could I blame them? No way. That sundress accentuated her bust perfectly and her hips swayed softly with her dress hugging close. If only they knew exactly what was underneath this innocent summer outfit. As the night went on everyone was becoming more social and open about themselves which was an  excellent way to transition into my plan for the night.

Well apparently the theater is free for couples on Monday [Group]

A girl I’ve written about here before texted me last night as I was going to bed. She had just flown back into town. We lose touch and she keeps calling me out of the blue because she knows I’m a dirty fuck and she likes my dick. Anyway, we chatted a bunch today. She hinted that she was home alone for a few days. I’ve had a couple of late nights in a row and I was tired. Then I told her that if I came out, it was going to be all ass and throat. She was into that, so I said if she was good I’d eat her pussy too.

She ragged on me a little for being so meh but I was honestly tired, she said she didn’t get any dick while she was abroad and I said she should call a couple of guys over then. So SHE suggested we go to the theater. We had talked about it before and I said yeah. So we met at the adult theater.

We took a drive to the sex toy shop a few blocks over. We were looking for a ring gag but settled on a blindfold. And back to the theater we go.

Truth or Dare with Cousin Pt 7-8

Fuck… the only thing running through my mind was the horror of the dare my cousin (f18) and I (m19) had just received. Kennedy (f19) stood full of confidence in front of us, her brother’s cum still running down her face. Liv (f18) and Jake (m20) stood behind her almost as shocked as me. I turned to my cousin, Heather stood next to me, her wide eyes agape, and an open mouth stare. She stood there silent in disbelief as we both processed the request of that asshole Kennedy.

“Are you fucking joking?” I was pissed off at that request.

Kennedy shook her head, an evil smile now creeping over her face.

“That is way too fucking far!” I shouted. I probably looked like an idiot, screaming at someone while completely naked on the beach.

Kennedy covered her mouth as she laughed, “A dare is a dare,” Kennedy hissed, “You two said you played hard, you aren’t pussies are you?” Liv and Jake just watched from behind with an almost embarrassed look washed over their faces.