Hi, I’m Kimberly, and I want to play a game [Fdom] [f] [m] [huml]

Right, so, when I was in high school, I was quite a perv. Let’s just say I developed early, and easily had the biggest boobs in my class by far. I know lots of girls are self conscious about their breasts but I freaking loved it. All the guys were secretly in love with me and I know it was only because of my chest – but I didn’t care. I loved the power that I had over them.

I deliberately wore bras with little support to make them bounce, hypnotizing all the guys in the corridors. I went without a bra sometimes, letting my nipples poke through my thick yellow sweater. Wherever I went, I would count the boners like trophies, and I’d pretend to not notice. I’d lean over just at the right time, or I’d jump up and down from “joy” in front of the nerdy boys, “oblivious” to my eagerly bouncing titties. I loved seeing them scramble to hide their bulges in the most awkward situations. It really made me feel like I had control over them. I think it was specifically the absolute helplessness that I loved about it, the way I have more control over a cock than its owner. There you go, that explains everything about boys!

Sharing my wife for the first time with a close friend [MFM] [Wife Sharing] [First time] [Hotwife] [True Story]

This is the first erotic story I’ve written and after sharing it in two parts on a different sub I’ve put it together into one for your enjoyment. Please let me know what you think and enjoy!

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For us it was something that came up fairly naturally. We’ve always been fairly open, but not too adventurous as a couple. We had talked a few times about including someone else in our fun and how hot it might be, but it was never something we had seriously considered or planned….

I work away quite a bit, so whenever I’m home it tends to involve seeing both my wife and a decent number of friends coming and going throughout my time there.

While she was sleeping [MF] [MAST] nsfw

I was asked to repost by Leanna.

Today was not unlike any other day. Got up went to work. Got my ass handed to me by my job. Missed lunch and got off late. During my hour commute I kept getting held up by dumbassery and a state trooper that sat right off my left side for 10 miles turned it into 1.5 hours.

By the time I got home I just wanted to eat and try to get laid. Not too much to ask. I spent the whole day getting fucked I figured it was my turn. I go into the house and greet my wife who immediately tells me she feels like crap.

Awesome right? Shot down before I even tried. So I helped her finish dinner, ate, took a shower and off to bed. We laid there as she recapped her day. I tried to act interested. I was really waiting for the little pill she took to take effect. Once she was out I had the night to myself.

I am an insomniac. I sleep maybe 3 to 4 hours a night and can function for weeks like that. At night I watch what I want and quite often I watch porn on my phone and Jack off.

Master’s Delight [MF] [BDSM] [BD] [Oral] [Fsub] [Mdom]

Authority was a tricky, but necessary component of life. Without authority, there could be no order. Without order, there could be no peace. That was the mantra that Erin Grant heard from her father since she was a child. Being an officer in the United States Marine Corp and an advocate of capable authority figures, he’d taught her and her three younger brothers the value of respecting authority.

However, as she grew into a beautiful young woman with a promising career in online marketing, Erin learned that most people didn’t appreciate authority. If anything, they went out of their way to fight it.

“Seriously, Brandy, you need to stand your ground on this. If Jay won’t set a deadline, you need to give him an ultimatum.”

“You have a short memory, Marla. My sister tried that with her now ex-fiancé last year. Weren’t you with her when she threw her suitcase out on the front lawn?”

“This is different! Jay is your co-worker, not your squeeze. You got to make clear that his authority ends where your duties begin.”

“Says the woman who’s been bossing around her boss for the past two years, which I’m sure shows up on every paycheck.”

The best orgasms don’t come [f]rom manual or oral stimulation, or even a toy…

My best, most powerful orgasms have come from the anticipation. Like when I’m in the shower in the morning and I don’t have time to fool around, I start thinking about all the sexy things I could do when I get home. I replay my favorite sex memories in my head during the day, like my own personal porno. And when I finally get home in the evening, after I’ve worshipped my body by paying attention to all my erogenous zones, whether I choose a hand (or two) or one of various toys, those are the best, most mind blowing, spasmodic, long, intense, and powerful orgasms.

How did you achieve your best orgasm?

The Conversation [mf][confession][oral][femdom]

As they talked, still mostly strangers, he felt himself molding to her mind, taking the shapes she chose to form and foster. Part of him resisted, fighting to prove his ability to fight. But the greater part tasted awe and appreciation. And the taste was a little bit divine.

“Tell me something,” she said, tipping her red wine to her lips.

The music she had chosen mixed with the gentle intoxication and painted his perception of the room and the moment.

“Tell me something you would never admit,” she said.

“Like what?” he said

“Something sexual.”

He choked a little.

She waited. He settled. She smiled.

“Um, I don’t know….”

“Of cause you do.”

“I….”

“You know exactly where your mind leapt and all the reasons you won’t speak it.”

“Can we-“

“I’ll help you. How about this? Have you ever fantasized about a man?”

“A man?”

“Specifically, his cock.”

“Any reason you would think to ask me THAT question?”

“Stop. I want a real answer. Close your eyes.”

He did.

LUCKY WITH A HOUSE GUEST [Mf] [oral] [feet] [swallow]

I was at the grocery store when I ran into Suzie. She was beside herself. Her lease had expired and the room a colleague had promised her fell through last minute. It was AIRBNB for her. Until, in a spur of the moment snap decision, I offered her to stay with me.

“You’ll take the bed. I’ll take the couch,” I said.

“Oh, I couldn’t impose,” she said, not wanting to be a bother. But she wasn’t. She was friendly and sweet and I genuinely wanted to help. No ulterior motives, here.

That evening, we brought her stuff over and collapsed into my bed, exhausted from the move. And then, we fell asleep.

The second evening, I planned to move to the sofa, but she shrugged casually and said, “Oh, just sleep in your bed.”

“No, no, you’re my guest,” I said. “You can’t have the sofa.”

“I’m not going to have the sofa. I’m going to sleep here, too. It’s a king sized bed. And we’re adults. It’s fine.”

*nsfw* He came over (mf) (oral)

It was almost 9 and he would be showing up soon..if he had gathered the gumption to go through with actually seeing her that is.

She was so nervous she had cleaned the same spot on the counter several times and checked the mirror for the 100th time. She had no idea what to expect or even if this would be the last time she saw him.

He texted her “I’m here”. Her heart was pounding and she tried to calmy open the door to beckon him into her house. He was really here!

She stood on tip toe and wrapped her arms around him. Ugh why did he have to smell sooo goood!

He said he couldn’t stay long and her heart sank thinking how long she would be able to be around him.

She offered him a drink and had some slow jams from the 90s playing low in the background.

She could see how nervous he was to even in her living room. He would barely look her straight on in the face but anytime she turned his eyes were glued on her.

[MF] 002: Betsy – Oral sex in the Empire State Building (Vanilla, Oral)

**Myself: Brian, 26 at the time. Her: Betsy, 26 at the time.**

“I know where we can meet.” She said, inside of AOL instant messenger.

“Where?” I replied.

There was no way she was coming to my place. She wasn’t single so her place was out as well.

“I have the keys to my company’s old office space in the Empire State Building.”

I had met Betsy in a random chat room on AIM. It was 2000 and that was a pretty common thing. We quickly relaxed we were both in New York City and had been chatting for a few weeks, random things, some cybersex and trying to figure out if we should actually meet. She had access to a digital camera and had sent me her picture. I wouldn’t say she was unattractive, hut she wasn’t my type. Soft, corn-fed midwestern blond girl is the best way to describe her. More curvy than BBW, very pale skin, giant boobns and as blond hair as you get get. Someone out there would have been totally into her physically but not me. But she was into me, I enjoyed our flirting and she was very good at cybersex. That was enough back then.

Casting About: Part 3 [MF][Oral][ENF][Reluc][Exh][Voy][Mast]

**Casting About: Part 3**

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**Darling gets the show on the road**

I know what you’re thinking—Sheryl ran me around like a greyhound after a robot rabbit. Not true. It was a mutual—symbiotic, even—*partnership*. Yes, I had to go through her little hazing, but that was nothing, really. Had I not jerked off in front of the camera, I probably would have done it five minutes later in my office. Her scene was hot! Really. There’s something about seeing a real actor go at it, like, knowing they’re *really* committing to a scene, and she did that while engaging in a sex act. It makes you realize how terrible most actual porn truly is.

Sheryl chose my next five candidates, all very pretty, if not beautiful—she had an eye for ‘real’ looking girls—and she went a few extra steps, writing up a new questionnaire for me to interview the actresses, get some insight into their personalities. Sheryl said they are far more thorough on the reality shows, many of which even have psychologists to fuck with their contestants’ heads, but we were a small business…so…