Yoga Practice [ff] [long] [mast] [oral] [squirting]

It’s Saturday morning and I roll over to see my alarm clock. 10:30am. At least I get a decent lie in at the weekend. I can feel that cloud of sleepiness lifting, and my attention shifts to the rising warmth deep inside me, and between my legs.

I’m always so horny in the mornings, usually I just grab the little bullet vibrator from my bedside table drawer and relieve myself with a few quick and dirty orgasms before I hop in the shower and get ready for work.

The blissful weekend though. Now I can take my time and enjoy myself. I trace my fingers up and down my body. Feeling my skin, and the way it gets softer in my more sensitive areas. I throw my bedsheets off, and sprawl out on the bed and pull my T-shirt over my head. I love this. I love the feeling of being exposed even if no one is watching. I love that free feeling, spread eagle on my bed, with only my panties still on. I arch my back for no reason other than it makes me feel sexy and run my hands down my sides and between my thighs. I love to experiment and do all the things I would never do if someone else was watching. I want to build myself up slowly. I can take my time and cum all day if I feel like it.

[M] [50] First Solo Experience

Ok this was during the summer basketball camps. My buddy and I would always get a ride home for practice from his mom. During the ride home my buddy asked if I wanted to stay for dinner and stay over and play video games. I said I would but I hate sleeping on your floor. He said don’t sweat it my sister is leaving for the weekend to hang with her friends, you can sleep in her room. His sister was a senior and we were 10th grade. She was very hot and always teasing his friends but really a bitch. I told him sure I will call my mom when we got to his place to ask (before cell phone).

When we got to his place I called and my mom said no problem. So we were playing games, when his mom asked him to go with her to the pizza parlor to pick up the pizza’s for tonight’s dinner. He said you stay here I will be back in a while.

The new client Part 1 [MF; Intro; masturbation]

Hey guys!

This is a new series I am writing.

The first part is sort of the intro so pretty vanilla.

The next part will be much more interesting ;)

Lynn arrived at the fitness center early today. Her new client should arrive in half an hour but she wanted to prepare for him. Lynn has been a personal trainer for three years now and so far, she could help all of their clients with their goals.

Her new client, Andrew McMiller, told her, that he was pretty fit already but wanted to work on his muscle definition, like his sixpack.

She sat on her desk, took out his file and read through the information she had so far.

He was 1,90m tall, weighed 90kgs. In comparison to her, he was huge. Lynn was 1,60m tall and weighed 50kgs, although she was very muscular

15 minutes later she heard the door rang and opened.

“Andrew?”, she asked.

“Lynn?”

“Please, come on in”, she said and made a step aside to let him in.

“Follow me please.”

Put Out-Part 1: Volunteer [FMM] [Voyerism] [Firefighters] [Younger/Older]

His cock was throbbing in my tight pussy when his co-workers walked in.

Undoubtedly it was risky straddle fucking a volunteer firefighter on a couch in the fire departments break room, but he assured me via text that everyone would most likely be out all day. I don’t know how many co-workers he has in total but three of them were shockingly witnessing their naked volunteer getting fucked by some equally naked stranger. I liked his cock inside me too much to move and apparently he liked staying inside of me enough to not push me off, or he’s too dazed to do anything, wouldn’t be the first time.

I looked back to see the unexpected voyeurs. Two of them were similar to the volunteer, slender but with some muscle definition, barely stubbled faces, probably mid to late 20s, a little older than me. They were having a harder time composing themselves, unlike the third co-worker who kept my attention the most. His broad, muscular arms were crossed as he looked at me with a more collected expression. He was almost a head taller than the rest, his beard and mustache were close cut and his hair was short. He was older too, mid-40s, twice my age.

I See You looking at this. [nsfw smut #1] [MF] [Str8] [First Person][Mental Dom][Mdom][Fsub][Mast] [fantasy] [Emotional Erotica][Depravity][bdsm][huml][sm]

I know what you actually want. just to fucking feel something

You’ve been valued for your mind or pressurised on all sorts of other shit but all you fucking want right now is to be beaten and loved.

You know you’re a weak loser and that this gives you some kind of meaning.

You submit so that you can keep yourself together the rest of the time.

I see it plain as day. you’re a cliché.

But you fucking writhe around and squirm and live for being exposed.

To have someone fucking get you, gut you emotionally, understand you in a way all the meat heads that want to tear you limb from limb don’t.

I want to emotionally rend your brain in half, and show you every bit of your darkest deepest self, cum in between the lobes and put you back together again.

You read this, and bite your lip, it feels fucking good to be known as what you are.

To give it all up for a time safely, and just experience being low and nothing.

To be shown the black but not dip into the black.

I [F] spent the whole day at school with a dildo inside me- Slutty Experiment 1

This happened at my university in the beginning of fall of last year when I was 19.

I’m a scientist by heart, so I love conducting experiments, making observations, and drawing conclusions. I was looking for something to make the ordinary day a little more extraordinary. That’s when I glanced at my nice pink dildo and got a devilish idea.

Question: What would happen if I had this dildo inside me all day and did not engage in masturbatory actions?

Hypothesis/Predictions: My pussy would feel nice and full with minor complications and no one noticing. I would be in a heightened state of pleasure.

Preparation: I was a little nervous about if I would be able to pull it off, but I told myself that it would be fun anyway. First, I picked out my outfit. A mustard yellow halter top with no bra and my short dark denim skirt. It was for the purposes of my experiment. Next, I had to get myself wet for the dildo. It was a nice average size of 5.5 inches with not much girth. I was already wet from my morning masturbation session, but I needed a little more lubrication. After about 10 minutes, and some very motivating Reddit content, I was nice and ready. At this point in the semester, it was only the third time I was putting the dildo inside me, so it was still a bit tight and uncomfortable, but I got it in. I put my black lace thong on and proceeded to head to class.

Hear Your Voice [phone sex] [M/F] [masturbation] [Dom/sub] [butt plug] [mushy love]

Clara began off her Friday evening as she began off all Friday evenings: flirting online with complete strangers.

There was just something about it that thrilled her. From the first hesitant messages, discovering if there was a spark, the witty banter back and forth, slowly devolving into something more sensual, as her fingers flew across her phone’s small screen. She never went further than words, keeping a safe virtual distance.

That particular Friday evening, a user by the name of *just_gray89* responded to her post. He checked all of her boxes: friendly, good grammar, witty to a fault. Most importantly, he was dominant without being aggressive, seemingly knowing what she wanted before she did.

Clara had settled into her bed, her fingers idly rubbing her slit over her panties – she was already wet, absurdly so. She had just confessed that she was touching herself because of him, to which he had responded with a rather amusing series of emojis, followed by a typed response:

*I’d love to hear you as you touch yourself, sweetheart.*

Clara’s heart leapt into her throat. Quickly, she responded, *I told you, I don’t do video. :(*

The Roommates, Part 4 [NSFW] [Oral] [Masturbation]

I hated to ruin the moment but I was trying to keep our normal “relationship” in tact so I had to ask her—“are you cuddling me?” She lifted her head from my chest but kept her hand in my underwear on my dick. She gave a small, partial smile quickly before lying her head on my chest again. I could still feel her heart beating against my naked stomach. “I feel comfortable,” she said, and then before I could say anything she added in a quieter voice “and happy.” I wasn’t sure what to say here. I mean, we hadn’t fallen in love after a day and a half of sex but I would be lying if I said I saw her the same. I definitely was starting to see a new side to Kelly. I’m sure it was always there and she just kept it hidden away but why? Why hide the nice side and give everyone the bitchy side? I thought I’d make progress in her vulnerable post-orgasm state and ask her.

[FM] Post quarantine fun

So, with quarantine restrictions slowly being lifted I decided it was time to get back to my slutty ways, and boy have I ever!

The first guy was early in the week. We matched on tinder and hit it off pretty quickly. After messaging back and forth for a few hours I invited him over to my apartment for dinner and a few drinks.

He showed up around 8 with a six pack and take out. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. His tinder pic must have been a few years old. He was 2” shorter and about 30 lbs heavier than he had claimed. While not exactly what I had expected he was still cute and I was horny.

We ate, had a few beers and began chatting. We chatted and chatted and chatted and chatted. Even after the beer was long gone he continued talking. I began to grow impatient. After three months of quarantine I was horny! I didn’t want to chat. I wanted to fuck. I had even taken the time to do my make up, hair, shave my pussy and put on a cute top.

My [F]irst orgas[m]

So here’s a story, back from college. Spoilers, no sex… well, depends on your definition.

I was a good girl. Never had a boyfriend. Always wanted one, but in an intimate, emotional way. A “guy who would cuddle me when I’m sad” way, a “guy who would take care of me and make me laugh and maybe kiss me” way.

I read sexy romance novels at night when my Christian conservative parents were upstairs sleeping peacefully, and as far as I know, they never found out. I didn’t know I was repressed.

So then, I met Boy.

He was cute. He wasn’t really hot at all. But he was cute. Sweet. Like, “aww what a nice kind, sensitive, gentleman” kind of sweet. Respectable.

I found out later he was not respectable. Which I quite enjoyed.

When I met him I was 19. We texted, then chatted on Facebook, then called on the phone. I met him one weekend and… Things got complicated. A man had never turned me on before, not really, not in person… He gave me a hug that made me feel parts of my body I didn’t know existed. I felt a man pressed up against me for the first time, slowly growing hard against my hips.