[F] I’m a muslim who is desperate to be slutty and has made a slut bucket list

I’ve grown up in a muslim household. So sexuality is seen as super taboo and I feel a lot of shame around it. My parents used to shame me for not wearing a scarf. And also shame me for even the outline of my boobs being visible through my clothes! They dont do this anymore as they saw it did nothing. But despite ‘rebelling’ in these small ways, anything actually sexual used to make me feel ashamed. Hell even wearing tight jeans and feeling eyes on me made me feel uncomfortable.

Despite all this I’d secretly be sexual in private alone. I couldn’t help it. I was so horny all the time and thought that I was broken ..i’d masturbate with anything and everything I could get my hands on. Seriously. Put me in any room and I will find multiple things i can use to masturbate. I used to play a game where id scan the room with ‘fucking vision’. Id seek out things to suck, or fuck, or rub against. Or to get pleasure in some other way from. Most bizarre included a fidget spinner. I worried that I have a masturbation addiction. That I’m too obsessed and something must be wrong with me.

The Christmas Present [F] [NBM] [Assisted Masturbation] [Helping Hand]

**Please go easy on this story it is the first one I’ve ever written like this and any for that matter. Feedback would be great.**
Edit 1/1/21: tag in tile is suppose to be FF sorry about that
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Molly had woken up on Christmas day as she got up from her bed and rubbed her eyes she looked at her phone to notice to what time it had been. She had forgotten about the day since she was spending it alone and wasn’t expecting anything she still wanted to talk with her parents at the end of it. and by the look of the clock reading 2 pm she had slept in a good couple of hours and had a late start. She went to the bathroom and took off her clothes to look into the mirror and see her perfect round breasts and nicely trimmed bush that sat right above her pussy. She couldn’t help to rub her pussy having a massive libdo and all but stopped her self, cause the night would bring her so much joy to a rather boring quarantine Christmas.

[FM] After five years of marriage, I finally let my husband fuck my face

So this happened just a few hours ago, after the ball dropped to ring in the new year in our time zone, so I’m still a little tipsy on wine haha. This is my first story so I guess I should give some backgroud. My husband and I are both 27, we’ve been married for 5 years and have been together for 7 years. I really believe that part of what has made our marriage so strong is how much we do for each other, especially sexually. He’ll eat me out, eat my ass, finger me till I scream etc. In return, I’ll blow him, swallow, let him fuck my ass and have free access to my feet. (he’s got a foot fetish) The only thing I’ve never let him do is fuck my face.

Until tonight.

I had told him very early on into our relationship that he can put his hands on my head when I’m going down on him, but DON’T push or thrust up. I had a bad experience from a selfish ex with facefucking and I wasn’t interested in trying it again. My husband has never once tried to push this boundary (god I love him). So we were on the couch, snuggled up watching new years rockin eve. He was having the whiskey I got him for christmas and I was sipping on the wine he got me. We were just relaxing and laughing, enjoying the warmth of our living room for the last few moments of the year.

A Swimmer’s Tale- She masturbated for the first time at age 20

Every girl’s magazine will tell you that masturbation is normal. They are aimed at young girls, but for me it was all a lot of words. I am now 24 and I only masturbated for the first time when I was 20. Not many people believe me, but it is entirely true. 

Perhaps it was because I lived in a small city, about an hour by train from Sydney, which was just large enough to have its own full-size swimming pool. Perhaps it was because my folks were very keen for me to do all the right things. I did music and sciences and art and ballet, but the only thing I really, really loved was swimming. 

From the age of 11 onwards I started going to the pool every week and it became my second home. At that age it is almost impossible to swim properly, muscles are not developed well enough. But soon I got older and got bigger muscles and before long I was in school competitions and then state finals.

Do androids cream on electric sheets? [FM] [android] [fembot] [sci-fi] [oral] [tit-fuck] [free use]

Everybody fucked their Android. It was to be expected. If you were a guy, and you were 18, and you had an android that did whatever you wanted, you would fuck it. It was no question.

You always remember the first time you realised androids were anatomically correct. When I was a kid I peeked on our android, Cynthia, while she was washing.

An android didn’t have to clean under it’s uniform that often. It didn’t have any human problems like sweat or dead skin cells to make it dirty. It was so rare I usually wouldn’t even notice. But one time, a few years after I’d started jerking off, I’d been running to the bathroom to take care of a sudden boner, when the door was locked. I knew that was weird cause I’d seen everyone else downstairs. Then I heard Cynthia’s voice through the door. Cynthia had this tacky southern belle accent. My mom had chosen it. She thought it was cute.

“Sorry darlin’,” she drawled. “I’m just performing some routine maintenance. I’ll resume normal service in just under 12 minutes.”

Three Years a sex slave Pt 8. [FF] [MFFF] [Inc]

Emma’s eyes grew as she watched the first erection growing. That it was our dad’s, well, that didn’t make a bit of difference. I’d already made her cum once and her tongue was buried deep in me when we were caught by our parents, but they understood. Well, they should, I’ve been fucking them both since my 16th birthday. Now Emma was legal, and she knew about our arrangement, I would hope she would join in.

Emma is trim, svelte, supple, fit, beautiful and eminently porkable. That she still has her hymen was unexpected, a bonus. She also thought she was a lesbian, but too afraid to do anything about it until now. I’m bi, mom is bi, so it is probable that Emma is too, but she needs the opportunity to prove it for herself, to herself. A bit earlier than I thought, but that’s okay, I was going to try and talk her into a threesome, but guess I don’t need to now.

Mom was already naked and on the bed, behind me and caressing my breasts, I had Emma by the shoulders and kissing her. I felt mom’s hand reach out and touch Emma’s breast and Emma didn’t react other than with a slight gasp. Maybe she thought it was me, but maybe not.

Mom and Dad had so many houseguests [humiliation]

Only when I was a teenager did I discover my father was a cuckold and that my mother was promiscuous. I guess that’s normal. Not normal that mom had lovers all the time! But normal that I wouldn’t know.

Overnight visitors sometimes pretended to be houseguests (“Uncle Terry is Dad’s friend from college; he’s visiting the city”. Other times they were men from close by who “had too many drinks and he’s going to sleep in the guest room,” which made sense before Uber was invented. Dad even lectured me about alcohol when I got my learners’ permit, said I should never drink and drive, so I was slow to see the men for the bulls they really were.

The cover story didn’t have to be airtight to fake out a small kid, but in my teens I figured stuff out. Heard footsteps in the hallway in the middle of the night. Saw a glimpse of “Uncle Terry” coming out of the wrong bedroom at 5 am. I googled “cuckold” stuff in the public library because I didn’t dare do it on our home PC. Masturbation now involved fantasy images of my mother and another man. Neither the fact that she was a hotwife, nor the fact that I now fantasized about her bothered me much. It was the fantasies that allowed me to not judge her, if that makes sense.

[MMF] Barbecue Sauce – The White Guy In The Wrong Place

And you wonder why I don’t go to parties…

It was New Year’s Eve in a year that wasn’t a multiple of five, so nobody cared. I was doing what nerds typically do on such an obvious night for partying, sitting at home on my computer and avoiding the world. I generally avoided recreational pharmaceuticals because I could never figure out if it’s stupid people that do drugs, or if it’s the drugs that make you stupid. Drinking was never a hobby of mine because I never considered puking my brains out and sleeping on someone’s front lawn as my idea of “having a good time”. That combined with my affinity for social awkwardness meant I’ve never really been one for the party scene.

So, the high point of my evening was the random cute blonde girl who started messaging me out of the blue.

I had responded to her ad on a now long-defunct dating website, and we gently hit it off. This evening was our first real conversation beyond initial pleasantries as our orbits came into alignment, and we spent several hours doing the delicate dance of seeing if any of our fundamental traits would instantly terrify or offend the other. The problem with online dating is that it’s filled with people who are at a point in their life where they think online dating is a good idea.

[MMF] [voy] [orgy] [bi] [mast] [cuckquean] CUCKOLD’S EVENING AT HOME – As many of you know Patty, my wife, has been feminizing me as she turns me into the ultimate cuckold husband. This our latest adventure…

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This evening we’re staying in to rest and recover from our most recent adventure. Despite being bushed, a term you know has at least two meanings, I still want to jerk off. Patty said I could if would help calm me down but first, she required that I supply you with this update.

The last two days we were in Seattle for a trade show. I enjoy travel and Patty joined the Favored Flyers Club with the airline we prefer. We travel in style because of all the air miles we have. Prior to our trip, we posted a classified on Craig’s List asking that men or women interested in joining us for a day or weekend of pleasure contact us before we departed.

We received a few enticing ads and after whittling it down to three guys, we arranged a night with each. It is up to Patty whether or not we have a guy back for a second night in a row. Usually, we only have one out of five guys back for a second night. All the men we’ve played with are decent people and fun lovers but some are just too good and Patty sometimes wants a second helping.

Naughty Ch. 1 — Girls discover fun with a pillow. [FF] [Lesb]

When Denise got to bed, she couldn’t help but feel sexy. tonight had been so crazy! She’d been to a sorority party on the college campus that night, and she’d had quite a bit to drink. She’d also seen some of the sexiest guys and girls in town, and it was doing things to her. Courtney had been at the party with her, and they had both been pretty turned on by the goings on. Guys and girls making out left and right. Girls and girls making out in quiet dark corners. Noticing that her roommate wasn’t around, Denise slipped her hand down her belly and did a little work on herself as she drifted off to sleep.

Denise woke up the next morning, still feeling tingles of desire. She was supposed to meet Courtney at her dorm room to go work out. When Denise got to Courtney’s room, Courtney wasn’t there. Erika, Courtney’s roomate, told Denise that Courtney was out at breakfast, and that she’d be back in about a half hour or so. Denise sat on Courtney’s bed and kinda minded her own business as Erika stripped down and got dressed right in front of her. Erika was a HOT little piece, and Denise had had MANY fantasies about her, but Erika’s boyfriend Steve might not approve of Denise raping his woman in her own dorm room.