[F] Didn’t think I would end up naked (pics inside)

Hello, this is the first story I’ve ever written. We’ve had a bout of nice weather and this scenario recently happened to me, so I wanted to share it. I’ve only ever (almost) been a lurker, but I decided to just go for this one. Sorry about the quality of the pictures from a “proper photographer”, they were sent to me on Whatsapp. Also occasionally sorry about the English. It is not my first language. If you have any tips on how I can improve my writing, please let me know. Thanks!

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Luca was a great photographer. I spent hours on his instagram just taking in the scenery he was able to capture mainly in Switzerland, but also all over Europe and some parts of Southeast Asia.

[F] Didn’t think I would end up naked (pics inside)

Hello, this is the first story I’ve ever written. We’ve had a bout of nice weather and this scenario recently happened to me, so I wanted to share it. I’ve only ever (almost) been a lurker, but I decided to just go for this one. Sorry about the quality of the pictures from a “proper photographer”, they were sent to me on Whatsapp. Also occasionally sorry about the English. It is not my first language. If you have any tips on how I can improve my writing, please let me know. Thanks!

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Luca was a great photographer. I spent hours on his instagram just taking in the scenery he was able to capture mainly in Switzerland, but also all over Europe and some parts of Southeast Asia.

Starved Slut [24m/21f] [bf/gf] [birthday sex]

Starved Slut

Out of college, one thing I did not ever have fun doing was working a fulltime job. While I have enjoyed my career as a writer, the stresses of it being a job are sometimes too much for me to deal with as I write with the spark of emotion and not by demand like I sometimes have to. Graduating college, I went completely against my degree field and became a blogger for an online newspaper company where I would write in weekly blogs concerning social affairs and consumer reports on products. I never had much fun working it but I wrote my best of blogs into the newspapers when it was a topic that sparked my interest or carried a level of salience in my personal life. I worked in a big city and while I hated how that everything was always high energy, upbeet, and crowded, it did allow me to meet a lot of people.

Sarah Pt1. [MF], [MFF], [inc]

For the last two weeks I have been on assignment at the City College. It seems the Dean is a little concerned at rumours that their computer systems have been compromised and my company has been engaged to check their security. It took about ten minutes to confirm their system was indeed easily hacked, and about another hour to see this hacking has gone back several years. I was there to look at the systems and find a way of protecting them.

Well, not going to happen, their systems are so old they are in serious need of updating. Not just their security systems but everything. I had already determined that several of the systems in place were set up independently, have grown separately then some bright spark has tried to integrate them. It is that attempt at integration that has opened security holes that you could drive an Abrams tank through.

[FM] Doesn’t Everyone Have Sex Weekends with Old Church Friends?

A few years ago I reconnected with an old friend that I knew growing up. We went to church together from the time we were kids through high school and lost touch when we both moved out of state for college. We really weren’t super close friends before that anyway. So Facebook became a thing while we were in college and we ended up friends on that, but still weren’t really in touch. So I was surprised one day to get a message from him.

I was at a pool party at a friend’s house over that past weekend and one of the girls posted a photo of me in her album and tagged me. In the photo, I’m wearing a green push-up bikini top that boasts it adds 2 cup sizes to your bust. Seemed good to me, I loved the color and I love showing off my tits. My current bust size is a 36DD, and for some WEIRD reason, the top doesn’t come in DD? Can’t imagine why. So, I own a bikini top that is a size too small and adds 2 cup sizes to my DD tits. I was feeling myself at this party. So as I said, someone took a picture of me at this party, posted it on Facebook and tagged me. Given that I have relatives and other people who do not need to be seeing my tits on Facebook, I untagged myself almost immediately.

Gym Shorts [MF]

Oh.

My.

God.

Those were, and frankly still are, the three words running through my mind after he grabbed me and pushed me up against the back wall of the locker room. I’ve had my fair share of shameful walks, just like any young woman in her twenties, though they always took place the morning after some regretful decision…. and definitely without said one-night stand’s sin dripping down my thigh.

I began going to the local gym somewhere between my last semester of college and graduation. It wasn’t so much for appearances (at least from the outside looking in), but rather just to make myself feel good. I was graduating, I was about to be free from school, I deserved to feel good about myself! I knew I could shave off what had gathered around my mid-drift by the time graduation rolled around, but my thighs were inherited from my mother and if history repeated itself, they’d stick around. My sister and I used to always joke that I got my hips from our mom and my chest from our dad, the latter who was skinny as a rail. I was proud of my small bust though throughout school and thankful I didn’t wind up like some of the other girls about who got stared down and cat called for what was bouncing around up top.

Freshman year beach trip with friends [M][F]

This is the first story I’ve written so it’s probably going to be a little longer than it ought to be. If there are more stories down the road I’ll probably try to skip some of the details, but I remember this weekend so fondly that I can’t spare any details. If it gets too long I’ll complete it in parts.

This story took place about a month and a half into my freshman year of college, early to mid 2000s. My girlfriend, Kathryn, and I had gone to high school together and started dating about six months before we graduated. I stayed in town and went to the state university in the town where we grew up and she went to a private college out of state, fairly far away. Timing worked out that we were able to take a long weekend with a couple we were friends with, Adam and Mari. Adam and I had been best friends since we were 9 years old and Mari was friends with Kathryn (not best friends, but pretty close). Adam went away to a different out of state school and Mari stayed in town and went to the same school as me. They had been dating about three months longer than us. Our trip was planned to include a Friday and the following Monday and we were going to Mari’s parents’ beach house on the gulf coast of Florida to stay in their guest house. Nobody else was going to be there, but she and her siblings only had access to the guest house when her parents weren’t there. They were quite well off and I’d heard that the beach house was beautiful.

The Last Ti[m]e Be[f]ore Growing Up

I’ve been thinking about an encounter a lot lately. The full picture doesn’t paint me in the best light, but maybe sharing will get it out of my system. The story is true, everything that I type actually happened. I’ve changed some things around, minor things for editorial’s sake, major (but not story/“truth” altering) things to preserve my anonymity as best as possible. But, for anyone craving details, this takes place years ago, in the south east.

I don’t entirely remember exactly how I met her. I think it might have been through a mutual friend, maybe I was out at a bar with my friends and we bumped into each other. What I do know is that my long distance (now ex) girlfriend was not there. Maybe that’s obvious, given the long distance title, but it’s an important detail none the less.

But this isn’t the story of how we met, this is the story of our last night. The week before my girlfriend was moving to my city.

I am a teacher [M] and I recently fucked my 10th student [F]

I am a high school teacher. I’ve been teaching for over 20 years. Last month, I fucked my 10th student. 8 were actually former students. The 2 current students happened during my first few years of teaching when I was young and without good judgement.

My most recent student encounter happened when I ran into a former student who was back in town for spring break. She is 20 years old. She is about 5’8” with long reddish blond hair. She ran track and still has a tight, toned body. I ran into her at a bar that she got into with a fake ID. She was always a good kid when she was in my class so I didn’t bust her.

I had been at the bar with some friends watching the NCAA tournament. My friends had just left and I was finishing my beer about to pay my tab. She came in with a couple of friends. I sort of recognized her friends so I assumed they went to the my school but must not have had them in my classes. They had clearly been pre-gaming.

My initiation into the world of spanking and impact play [MF]

My college girlfriend had a strong disliking for wearing clothes. She hated the feeling of restricting fabric over her body, so she never wore bras. She tried to keep her legs as free as possible, wearing the shortest shorts available. However, on the day we went to the museum she took it a little too far. She wore a top that looked somewhat like the beginnings of a dress but it was far too short to call it that. The slightest bend over and her panties were peeking out to say hello.

This girl had a fantastic ass. It was round, firm and plump – holding its shape perfectly regardless of whether it was encased in clothes or not. I used to playfully pat her rear end as a sort of inside joke as we walked up the stairs leading to the dorms. She came from an extremely conservative family and was slow to come around to exploring new sexual ideas. However, at the same time, there was no denying she was a freak in the most oxymoronic way. Those pats were just my friendly way of making fun of the fact that she desired extremely kinky and sexual things (which she openly confessed to me on a regular basis), but wasn’t quite ready to explore them. I considered myself to be pretty vanilla at the time honestly, and this was just a harmless joke.