Tag: High School

My First Time – Photography [cheating]

My First Time

Some start out photography with the intention of becoming nude, boudoir, and /or figure study photographers. They get experience in college, or trade school, take classes online or IRL, and generally acquire education and experience in that fashion. Others sort of “fall into” photography in general, and then find the more lascivious subjects come along via referrals or odd jobs here and there. In the end, either kind of photographer, as with any art, must learn through experience, observation, and feedback.

But, I digress.

I am the latter sort of photographer myself. I have always a certain predilection for the female figure (like most red-blooded males, I should think), beginning with my first views of that famous swimsuit issue and famous lingerie catalog. However, my initial forays into photography when I was younger were pictures of pets and sports and landscape. That was back in the film days. After giving up photography for some 20 years, I decided to get back into it as a hobby. At the time, I was married, with several children, and needed something to “take the edge off.” So, I acquired a camera body, and having caught LBA (lens-buying addiction), also acquired about 20 lenses. Read more »

Sorting my problems [MF]

I have a problem. Oh, I know, lot of you are going to say well lie down and let me fix it for you. Or perhaps, well, we have a lot of psychologists to help these days. It’s not those kinds of problems, well, maybe not.

My problem is that I am 6’3″ tall. I have long legs that go from the ground all the way up to my ass, a 38″ breast, 26″ waist and 38″ hip measurements. Big tits, narrow waist and broad hips just like guys want them, something soft to lay on while they’re fucking. I played basketball in high school and college, but didn’t make the WNBL. I just wasn’t up to their level and they can play, believe me. I’m not a bad player, not that they were that much better, or faster, or more skillful ball handling than me, but, I think, while my anticipation while good, was never great. I could never read a game like some of my teammates could. Oh well, guess science is my future, not sport. Cosmology, to be precise. Read more »

[FM] My Ex-Fiancé Fucked Me In My Mother’s Wedding Dress Before the Wedding

Do you know how some couples never get in fights, and always just seem like their relationship is perfect? Well, that’s what I felt like my relationship was like with Phil. We liked all of the same things, had many of the same hobbies, never fought, and our sexual chemistry was off the charts. We started dating during my last year of law school, and he proposed at my graduation. When he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, it was easy to say “yes.” Well, I actually said “yeah,” which is super embarrassing. Who says “yeah” when being proposed to?

Phil was the closest I have ever come to getting married. It didn’t work out, but I won’t get into that in any further detail with this story. I want to keep it light, fun, and sexy!

Our families were so happy for us, especially my Dad, who had recently been diagnosed with cancer, since he would (hopefully) get to walk me down the aisle.

Sorry more sad things.

PENIS. Haha. There, now we’re all smiling again. Read more »

The first time I [F] had something in my ass was on Omegle

I was 19 at the time that this happened and had just purchased my first dildo.

When I got back to my dorm room after classes were over, I entered to see my roommate wasn’t there so I decided take a shower then hop on Omegle. I hadn’t been on the website since I was in high school, but I had fond memories of it and was horny so why not. The first person I was connected with came within seconds of me taking my shirt off after I had been teasing him for a while. I was disappointed I didn’t get to show off my freshly shaved pussy but so turned on by the cum and wanted more. The next guy and I were able to have some more fun. I started off by just smiling and rubbing my hard nipples through my shirt. Then I whipped out my new dildo and spent some time slowly kissing it, drooling on it, and licking it up occasionally. When I saw his dick jump I swallowed it whole and showed off my bulging throat. He came a huge load instantly. I still hadn’t cum myself so I decided to stay on. Read more »

Submission 1101 [BDSM, Spanking]

Submission 1101 Part One: Meeting the Board

As Jamie sat on the blue, cold, hard, plastic desk chair her mind was immediately flooded with memories. Her high school years weren’t the best for her and she had sworn to never go back again. Yet here she was, 28 years old and once again sitting in one of those desks. This time she felt different. In high school she was anxious and nervous because she wasn’t in the cool crowd. She didn’t have many friends and was considered too nerdy to be dateable. Today she was still feeling anxious, but it was for a whole new reason. Read more »

The boy next door [f]ound my reddit profile. Part 1?

So, if you’ve ever followed me on here you’ll know I like a few things. I like to post pictures of myself naked online for the world to see and I like to be appreciated by redditors for the pictures I post. I think whenever we post nudes though there are always a few “what ifs” that we have. Specifically though, “what if someone I know finds me?” Well, it happened….

A few days ago I posted a picture to r/milf and not long after I got a message on one of my socials from someone who knows me. Sure, that might be nerve-wracking or hot depending on how you see these things but it’s a little more complicated than you might think. See, the guy who found me is none other than my childhood best friend and neighbour. That’s right, this is the boy I used to play with everyday growing up. He climbed the tree in front of my house, I painted his face, we had dinners with each other and we grew up together. He watched me go from a little girl to an awkward pre-teen to a pretty teenager. Then he watched as I met my high school sweetheart (now husband) and eventually lost touch. Read more »

Last Ones at the Bar [MF]

Hi! Long time lurker, first time submitter.

Looking to submit this at a few other sites, so I’d love any feedback you have. Is it hot? Did reading this turn you on? Does it flow well? Is the plot clear? Is it believable? Is it too flourish-y? Is the grammar acceptable-ish? Does everything make sense? I love tipsy/drunk/stoned sex, but consent is always an issue. I like consent. Do you feel like this is consensual? And how’s the ending? I feel like it needs a bit more but…

I’d even take spelling checks! Editing is always the hard part for me.

Thanks for reading!

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We’re both at a show. It’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. It’s a long show. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Of our disparate groups of friends, we are now the remaining survivors at the bar. All our friends left us: for a smoke break, weed break, a different show down the block, or just plain ditched us, whatever, and for this moment it’s just you and I at the bar in a sparsely populated bottom of the barrel venue with cheap drinks. Read more »

[b/s] [M/F/s/d] Parents Swingers Party [ incest, group sex, double penetration, sneaky]

“Linds, don’t forget you guys have to go out tonight!” My mom shouted from downstairs before heading out the front door.

It was that time again that I never understood. My parents threw a party once every couple of months and would kick my brother and I out of the house. They never told us anything about it but the house always smelled funny after and was usually a mess. Covered in weird masks and shit.

They used to send us to stay at our grandparent’s place but since they moved to a retirement home that was no longer an option. The last few times mom even booked us a hotel for the night. At first it was kinda fun. My brother Dylan and I would order a bunch of crap from room service including some booze and make the best of it.

Dylan was getting weird though. Last time I woke up with him spooning me. I didn’t really mind that much but it felt a little weird. Especially because we were naked… We drank way too much that night and I didn’t even remember what happened. All I knew was it was an awkward morning. Dylan said he didn’t remember anything either but… I could always tell when he was lying and he was most certainly lying about that. Read more »

Video link included.

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**There’s a story behind every video:**

Jasmine took the keys out of the ignition. Coming home from the gruelling job as a high school teacher really eases her mind, from the chaotic insubordination of her difficult kids to a sweet and caring husband that would relax her body and emotion is just the difference between night and day.

She even made an excuse to escape the staff meeting.

She walked towards the door smile stretching ever step towards home.

“Yeah just like that babe! Finger me harder!” moaned a girl inside her home.

Jasmine froze. *’What? What’s happening here? Is he watching porn?’* she thought to herself. Gently and quietly, she turned the knob of her door walking inside with little to no sound.

“Oh Jake! you make me feel so good!” yelled the sound coming from their living area, complimented with some wet slapping noises she knows all too well.

*’That’s not porn…’* she thought walking closer towards the corridor to their couches. She peeked through the slit of the slightly open door and saw her husband making out with a girl, his fingers fucking her pussy like he does hers. The girl wore a white sundress, a sleeve of sunflower tattoo covered her fair light arm. Read more »

I [M]et her in the airport. And then we fucked. Remembering a time when we could still travel for work.

I’m in a west coast city 1800 miles from home. I’m wearing a robbe and sitton on the couch of my hotel suite. There’s a naked woman napping in the bedroom. She’s completely worn out and freshly fucked.

When I’m traveling alone I hit on women in the airport. You can’t do that if you’re afraid of failure because it’s a low yield proposition. Maybe out of twenty times it actually goes somewhere. And even then is doesn’t often lead to sex.

But sometimes it does. Every now and then you find a fellow business travel looking to blow off steam. or someone on vacation and looking to cut loose. Or the rare unicorn who just likes a no-strings fuck.

There is no rhyme or reason to it. I’ve never determined a pattern. But there are still things I look for. Someone dressed to impress and traveling alone. Or someone who looks slightly overwhelmed.

This morning I first saw her in the precheck line. She’s about 5’2″. Mocha colored skin. Thirtyish. Hair cut very short. Wedge heels. And she was shoved into a cotton t-shirt dress that was not made to handle a woman of her proportions. It hugged the contours of her body. Her round ass. Her big tits. Read more »