Sleeping with my Dealer… [MF]

I’ve always liked to write. The past years have definitely led me to some crazy experiences, and now that I slowed down a little I thought it’s a good time as any to share one of them.

This story starts in the first semester of my freshman year of college. I had just moved across the ocean to go to University and everything was so new. Ever since graduating, my high school group of friends and I spent the summer doing shit and getting high. I had become quite the stoner and the urge to smoke was definitely packed into the six suitcases of stuff I had on me. I quickly realized my roommates weren’t big fans of weed, so I met a group of people I could chill and smoke with. It also helped that one of those people was a dealer.

[MF] How to Have Better Sex with Prostate Massage + Quick & Easy Guide on Finding it

A quick guide to having better sex with prostate massage & how to locate the prostate if you’re having trouble – this seems to be more common than you think.

Not only is Prostate Massage an extremely pleasurable activity—whether that be solo or with a partner—but it can actually promote improved sexual health for men suffering from prostatitis or an enlarged prostate.

Sometimes referred to as Prostate Massage Therapy or Prostate Milking, Prostate Massage is the Bees Knees—especially if you’ve always thought women had the monopoly on multiple orgasms.

If you feel uneasy at the thought of this, take comfort in the fact that learning how to massage your prostate or having it done for you can provide a myriad of benefits alongside improved sexual performance and, of course, pleasure.

Throughout time, Prostate Massage has historically been used to enhance a man’s sexual aptitude. Very sexually active men or men who had many partners used Prostate Milking as a way to help maintain their regular sexual activity. Today, however, we now know that Prostate Massage brings with it a host of other benefits: the aforementioned points, incredible hands-free orgasms, and improved erectile function.

Unexpected [MFM] from a Craigslist hookup many years ago

This origins of this encounter go back a while and I don’t really want to bore you with the details (at least not this early on). Put simply, I had been broken up with and I had a lot of demands that I wanted met for my own personal gratification before I could commit to another relationship. This is the story of one such instance.

I had swapped emails with what I assumed (correctly) was a woman on the now defunct Craig’s List personals. She was looking for a guy. I could tell by the word choices that she was a real person. She used the word groovy once… that pretty much sealed the deal for me. We met, had quality sex and when I was cleaning up, I noticed she had some other condoms in the bathroom trashcan. When I came out of the shower, I asked how many others had accepted her invitation. She said it had been “worth her efforts.”

“Why not call one of them, see if they’re not too busy,” I said. I had wanted a threesome, but instead of with two women, I wanted it a woman and another man. There were certain things that two men can do that two women simply cannot.

My Demon Lover [MF] [fantasy] [occult]

The most revealing truths were often hidden blow foundations of lore and lies. That was an old saying from the world of demons, witches, and dark magic. From curious dabblers to full-fledged masters, the greatest truths about the dark forces that permeated every shadow came only to those willing to dig deep.

Victoria “Violet” Goodchild embodied that will better than most. For every hundred people who dared to explore the mystic arts, only could hope to uncover that such forces weren’t just real. They could be channeled, summoned, and experienced in a very direct way.

“By the dust of Tartarus…the mists of Elysium…the shadows of Sheol…I summon from the realm of Eurynomos the name that frail maidens dare not speak.”

Those desperate words, echoing with a lust and desire few embraced, echoed throughout the dank basement of Violet’s unassuming home. She’d turned off all the lights. She’d locked the front, back, and emergency door from the inside. Anyone looking from the outside would’ve suspected that she just wasn’t home. For someone like her, a troubled young woman who’d run away from home, it was to be expected.

Roughly Forbidden [MF] [prost] [rough]

“I like it rough.”

There was once a time when a woman could say those words with a straight face and nobody would think much of it. They might see her as kinky tastes, but she wouldn’t be ridiculed for it. However, those days were long gone and Jessica Jermaine was too young to remember them.

At 28-years-old, she lived in a very different world. Everyone was so careful. Every intimate act, sexual or otherwise, was carried out with a level of vigilance that felt so comical in principle, but no one dared laugh. One wrong move became a single act of recklessness. A single act brought accusations. Accusations brought condemnation. Not all of it was of the legal variety, but it was sufficient to keep everyone on their toes.

“I shouldn’t have to do this,” Jessica said to herself as she sat anxiously at the foot of her hotel bed, “but that’s the world we live in. I don’t like it, but it’s too late to change it.”

[MF] Following Dom’s Orders

I have been spending a lot of time with my paramour before he left town for a few weeks, so my dom was in need of some attention. We made plans for me to visit him at his part-time job this past Sunday evening. He works the small store by himself when he’s on duty, and there is a private “employee only” bathroom on site which is the only area not covered by cameras. He has to lock the front door of the shop with a sign saying “back in 10 minutes” whenever he needs to use the restroom….or me.

My dom and I were actually hoping to get to spend some time together at my place before he had to get to work. I was ready and waiting, but he had some errands run longer than expected. He text me to apologize, but I told him that I would simply watch porn and masturbate to keep myself busy until I could visit him at work. I plugged in my Hitachi and kept myself occupied like a good little pet. I took breaks in between orgasms, and could feel the slickness of my cum on my upper thighs as I walked through the house. I thought of my dom’s delighted surprise the first time he would glide his fingers over me, and I dutifully returned to my Hitachi to cum again for him – even though I wouldn’t see him for another hour. I was slick as a seal and absolutely aching for cock by the time his shift neared.

[F]irst time using a vibrator and I thought my neighbours would call the police.

I’m recently out of a serious and meaningful relationship. Anything sex related was beyond amazing. My ex was always amazed at how easy I can cum, in many ways, pretty quick, and several times in a row. I masturbate since I can remember, so I know exactly how to get there too. I can even give myself multiple orgasms or vaginal and clit at the same time, just using my hands. I’m really a lucky girl. But I wanted to try something new and decided to get my first vibrator.

It arrived today and I could not wait to use it. Had already purchased the batteries cause I knew I’d want to use it immediately.

It’s not a fancy vibrador, I paid like 30 dollars for it. Rabbit style, around 10 different vibration cycles at the click of a button.

But BOY. OH BOY.

I decided to tease myself a bit before going for the gold and came in like 30 seconds of just teasing a bit. Ok. That was surprising but its not like it never happened before. Ex called it my “rabbit days”.

Playtime (F/m)

The sound of Velcro gripping fills the air as you feel the padded straps wrap around your wrists and ankles. ‘Tonight, we’re trying something new,’ as the cold unfamiliar leather touches your neck. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, as the padded blindfolded plunges your world into darkness. Relying solely on your hearing, you become alert that I’m looking for something between the mumbling and the sound of rummaging. Suddenly a warm hand and cold metal touch you at the same time. Before you know what happened, a cold metal cage is shimming down your limp cock.

You’re directed to turn around, putting your feet at the head of the bed. I don’t care that you hate that because I’m in control tonight. ‘I will have multiple orgasms. If you’re lucky, I may allow you one. There will be no sucking on my clit unless specified, is that understood?’

‘Yes, milady’

‘Your face will be buried in my pussy for most of the evening. I hope you’re prepared.’ With that, I crawl on top of your face and lower myself down, ‘Deep breath.’

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[MF] how I used to hate fuck my ex.

This is longer than originally intended, as well as very poorly written. I’ve tried to write it as it happened instead of as a dramatisation, as this is a true story. Please try to ignore any issues or details I may have missed and thanks for reading!

Several years back I had a very submissive girlfriend, we weren’t together very long and never really clicked. This aside, our sex life was incredible. She was a good slut, always desperate for a dicking, always wet and waiting, multiple orgasms are not a stranger to her (with me especially).
Eventually I ended it, I couldn’t lie to her anymore and knew we’d both be happier with other people.
For several months after our breakup, She would beg me to fuck her. So I did.
We had a great little FWB situation going on and the reason why is the main story I have for you folks.

[MF] From teasing at work to multiple orgasms

One day, sitting in my office, a girl shows up at the door “Hey! I’m looking for someone to help me with this equipment, do you know anything about it?”. I had seen her walking around before. She was about my size, cute looks, not anything out of usual except some interesting tattoos showing here and there… oh, and an amazing pair of firm and voluptuous boobs fitting perfectly her small thin body! Luckily, I knew all about what she needed help with “Sure”, I said “let’s see what you got”, I said with a smile and my mind already going places.

She came back the next day and I helped her with some of the work, taking the chance of turning some of her clumsiness into teasing jokes. Next day, I just bluntly ask her out for a coffee after we meet in the corridor, she smiled and said yes. All smooth so far and we really hit it off during that coffee break. Couple days go by with flirting by text here and there, until one friday night she texts me how she’s in a party right next to work. I happen to still be working at the time, and meet her outside to share a beer. Needless to say, it didn’t take long until my arm slipped around her waist and we were kissing frantically. Her hands grab me and I can feel her waist coming closer and closer to me and her grinding against my leg.