My First Erotic Massage Experience

TL/DR: The first time I came during a professional massage I felt guilty, but a supportive friend helped me get over the guilt and embrace a new kink.

I’m a Full Grown, responsible American Woman, a Reddit n00b (first post!), and I swear! it’s for realz.

I was on vacation in Costa Rica. I was still mopey over my ex boyfriend, even though we’d been broken up for ages. I hoped beautiful scenery and adventure would snap me out of my funk. The hotel was super fahnsee on gorgeous grounds near the rain forest. It was a quiet, peaceful environment with hummingbirds and exotic flowers everywhere.

I relaxed in the spa whirlpool before showering and stripping down for my appointment. I debated keeping my panties on, but decided to go bare so the masseuse could easily soothe my lower back muscles.

The tech led me down a winding garden path to the massage area. There was single massage table set up in this gorgeous gazebo on the edge of the jungle. There was no one else around, the lush flora gave complete privacy. He stepped away so I could take off my robe and lie face down on the table.

Force in Balance, Part 3 [sci-fi, MF, Fdom, anal, mast, oral, tf] (Star Wars)

*Hey, this is Part 3 of my story inspired by a prompt on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts! I’ll link to parts 1 and 2 in the comments since links aren’t allowed in the description. I’m working on Part 4 right now, which will likely be the final chapter. Enjoy!*

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Darth Makhet led the way back inside, Rinn close behind her. Makhet strolled casually through the section of the dormitory that the droids had made up for them. She continued past the lounge and dining area to the two bedrooms, peeking first into one, then the other. Evidently settling on the first one, she doubled back, grabbing hold of Rinn’s erection as she walked past him. With a firm grip she towed him to the large bed, neatly made with minimalist white dressings and lit through a slatted skylight.

She stopped at the head of the bed, guiding Rinn to sit with his back against the pillows along the wall. He did so in almost quivering eagerness, looking over at her, his hands running over her hips and ass as he forced himself to be patient. But Makhet stayed standing beside the bed, her eyelids falling as she laid her hands on his temples, deep in concentration.

Force in Balance, Part 2 [sci-fi, Mf, oral, light reluc, light Mdom] (Star Wars)

*This is Part 2 of my story, which was inspired by a post over on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts a while back now. I’ll link Part 1 in the comments since I don’t think I’m allowed to in the description? Anyway, as before, this is obviously not meant to be 100% true to SW canon but I’d love to hear any other feedback! Parts 3 and 4 will be coming ASAP as well. Enjoy!*

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Lai Phen shifted in her seat. Droids had brought drinks and light refreshments for her and Darth Votrus, and now they sat across from each other at a small table on the terrace, eating and drinking silently. The Sith master regarded Lai Phen intensely. Though his expression was neutral, he seemed to be evaluating her the entire time they ate, judging her by whatever unknown criteria. At long last, Votrus spoke.

“Tell me, padawan,” he said, setting down his glass only for a droid to scuttle over and refill it. “How old were you when you came to the Jedi?”

Welcome Home [MF]

Those of you who are familiar with my other posts know that I have this account to blow off some of my excess sexual energy while the current boyfriend and I ease into some things. He is older than I am by about seven years and very vanilla, whereas I am something more akin to cherry cordial or butter pecan. I have been gradually introducing him to sprinkles, little additive things—places to touch one another that aren’t overtly sexual but feel good or variations on classic positions that create more profound sensations—that turn me on (and I hope he also appreciates) but don’t outright change the flavor of our sex life. The furthest I had gotten him to go is “chocolate sauce;” not in the literal sense, I blew him in the very dark parking lot after a late movie. But, I was hoping that it was just enough extra topping to get him to crave another bite. Do get me wrong. I am totally satisfied with out sex life and I would be more than happy to settle into the sexy little town of Pleasantville, but I think he has a wild side that he has yet to fully express and I want that for him, of us.

Her birthday surprise, with my girlfriend and her husband [MFM]

Alan and Garrett, best friends learning to ride motorcycles? Fawning over the same girl?

Or as just friends? Alan and Marie passionately dating, Garrett coping poorly with platonic relationships?

There’s no going back far enough, as we’ll always miss out on whatever childhood epochs that lead to Alan’s on again/off again best friend Garrett to have groupsex with his wife Marie.

The setup was perfect, her birthday weekend, MDMA at an EDM concert tying off a getaway a few towns over with a bed large enough to sleep three.

Both Garrett and Alan had known Marie had her heart set on a three-some as a lifelong dream through her own adolescent sexual awakening. But for most the their relationship, Alan wrestled with the closed and disjointed approach so common to men’s sexuality. Wherein sharing his wife with another was an attack on the value and self-worth of himself as a man.

Garrett was less hung up on social mores as a matter of principle, and he had to be as Marie’s lover. He actively participated in a romantic relationship that would be actively shunned by most. They all did. Garrett just saw this as the next step as Marie’s paramour.

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched.

Pool Party 4 [futa, incest, oral, tease]

**Please read the earlier entries, I’ll link them in the comments as always.**

Thursday night, Katie laid awake. Her parents would be coming home the next day, and it would be her first time seeing them after having accepted her body. She wasn’t sure how she felt. There was the disappointment of not being able to fuck Karen at all hours of the day anymore, but that was a side note compared to the sense of betrayal she felt toward her parents. Her whole life, she had to hide her enormous male genitalia from the world, and not once had either of them talked to her about it. She had felt ashamed of herself all her life, and they wouldn’t even acknowledge that anything was going on. They pretended not to know or remember or whatever they were doing, all so they didn’t have to deal with it anymore. From the time Katie was potty trained, her parents had decided this was her problem now. She never knew how to talk to anyone about it, she had to figure out how to hide it, had no idea what puberty would be like for her, and generally had to live life as a secret freak. When she first started puberty, she had blue balls for nearly a year because she was too ashamed to touch herself. So much suffering could have been prevented if either of her parents had just sat down and talked to her about this once in their selfish lives.

Beloved – [Str8][Les][prost][lac]

“The cows have come and have brought us good fortune. In our stalls, contented, may they stay! May they bring forth calves for us, many-coloured, giving milk for Indra each day. You make, O cows, the thin man sleek; to the unlovely you bring beauty. Rejoice our homestead with pleasant lowing. In our assemblies we laud your vigour.” – The Rig Veda

Dearest Priya,

I know that you can never read this letter. Even if I could find you again, it is forbidden for me to touch pen and paper. Such things are not permitted for temple girls. I feel that I must try, though, to set down these thoughts which are buzzing in my head like flies. A girl was attacked earlier this week. I heard it on the radio. She was a tourist from Sweden, and a group of men attacked her in a temple in Dhar. They held her down and they took turns with her. Nobody will find them of course. The newspapers are aflame with anger, but listen on the street corners and you will hear people say “oh, she was improperly dressed, she showed her breasts and legs, ants will go where the sugar is.”

From Yoga With Love [MF] [LONG]

Yesterday, my work took our team on an away day in South London. It was a yoga and meditation day, designed to get us thinking differently for a creative brief we had coming up. At first I was skeptical, but I have to say it really did get us thinking differently. We did some great work…but more importantly I got laid after.

So there’s a girl on our team called Holly, who’s only been with us for about two months. She’s got dark brown shoulder-length hair and deep blue eyes, and she has this adorable way of flicking up one side of her mouth when she finds something amusing. I’d say I was the one in the team that makes an effort with new people, tries to make them comfortable, so we’d been talking a lot and flirting a bit since she arrived. My industry is very lovey-dovey, and flirting in the workplace is not uncommon at all.

In De[f]ense Of [M]onogamy

You know what’s wild? For me, currently, it is the difficult slog of monogamy. But wait! Before you put your wieners and vibrators away, let me preface this by saying that sentence is mostly a provocation and a prompt to write something that has been on my mind after reading through some of the stories on this sub, and others similar to it, where the commonplace takes a back seat to the fantastic. Don’t get me wrong…the fantastic stories are always more exciting and better fodder to rub my wiener to in the dark of the night, under my covers where only god can see me, but the mundane is usually where the best fucking happens. The fantastic stories are the ones my friends to prefer to hear, but when I think back on my sexual life, it is the mundane moments that tend to stand out.