My girlfriend and I just had our first BDSM exp. We will both get dominated by an another couple! (form of couple swapping). We only did (non-sex) introducing parts and that already blew our minds and increased our libidos! [MF][FM]

So my girlfriend and I share love for BDSM Porn and we became pretty open about sexuality quite quickly in our relationship and discussed possibility of swinging if our bedroom ever becomes dead. It never did but my idea of combining BDSM and swingers lifestyle blew our mids. She also knows that I get off on being a bit, or more, cucky. For various reasons, but in that way she is my private pornstar.

After creating profile on fetlife we found one couple willing to do this after a few weeks of searching. They’re both switches but will serve as complete Doms to us, they’re only slightly older than us but they seem more mature and that was already quite erotic to both of us. We skyped, chatted, agreed to safewords and all the precautions. Standard BDSM roleplay stuff, agreeing to double master slave sexual meeting.

We met in a ice-cream shop and they were the ones paying and me any my girlfriend ate twice (!) as much as them which they found quite amusing and after we complained that we will fuck up our bodies for them he said that we will even that out in the bedroom which made my girlfriend playfully quietly moan when finishing a delicious ice-cream, nice touch.

[MMF][bi] The visitors (mmf, mf, mm)

I’m a member of one of the popular “swingers” sites on the internet. While I do not consider myself a swinger I am open to a variety of different sexual experiences, so being a member of one of these sites is the way I hope to meet likeminded people. Many of these experiences I seek involve same-sex activities, and yes this includes both m-f couples and M2F transgendered folks.

This is a true story about something that happened this past summer, and yes it involves activities between men. If this isn’t your kind of thing, please stop reading now.

I play as a single male. This is not without its own set of challenges. I strongly suspect (and have observed) that other single males boast about things like having abnormal length/girth, sexual prowess, and are bisexual, but then they never show up to meet ‘n’ greets and it leaves a stain on all of us who are both legitimately looking for a good time and are committed to following through. Given that, it’s really difficult to meet people, and “swinging” is a very polarizing experience, so getting to the next step when meeting new people is a challenge in and of itself.

[FM] Bringing your new bride to honeymoon in the country with some of the hottest men in the world is not that great of an idea.

Firstly, thanks to the creators of this subreddit for giving me a place I can share my sluttiness.

Me and my husband recently got married, we had a small ceremony with just close friends and family. Our money we saved would be spent traveling. So after our ceremony my husband surprises me with a trip to Italy. I was super excited, it’s been a childhood dream to visit Italy ever since I watched the Lizzie McGuire movie where she goes to Rome and finds romance.

So we get to Rome, and the sights are just amazing. The ancient Roman ruins, the nature, food, long sunsets, small shops, flowered balconies, it was just as I expected it to be, a Mediterranean fantasy… and the guys WOW, I mean I know it gets thrown around a lot, but there’s a reason why the phrase “tall, dark and handsome exists.” I could not keep my attention on my husband where it should have been. My eyes were stuck on hot guys everywhere I looked. It also doesn’t help with how flirty these guys are, I couldn’t leave my partners side for a second before a guy would try and get my number and say that he wanted to show me around.

[mf] I took a vacation with my BF and sorority sister

This happened 15 years ago when I was in college.

My sophomore year, my dad bought a condo in Gulf Shores, Alabama. I was living in my sorority house, and I was trying to arrange a girls trip right after finals in May, but at the last minute 2 of my better friends had to cancel leaving only my sorority sister Kasey and I who were both 20. Kasey pledged the spring semester of her freshman year, and I had pledged in the previous fall, so we knew each other but we were not like best friends. She was a petite blonde about 5’2″ and a cute smile.

I was in a relationship at the time, and I wasn’t too keen on going on a trip and depending on random guys to buy us alcohol, especially since I wasn’t going to hook up with any of them. So after much deliberation, we decided to invite my boyfriend Sean who was 21. Sean and I had only been together for about a month, when I met him at an event on campus because one of my sisters brought me over to a bbq tent that was run by Sean’s fraternity. Sean looked like a typical fraternity guy about 5’10, average build, dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes.

That 70’s Porno Pt. 01 | Celebrity Story [MF] [FM] [MFF]

That 70’s Porno Pt. 01 | Celebrity Story

So I worked really hard to get the dialogue in this story to sound like the
characters in the show which also meant trying to get a balance between a believable scene
in the show with 70’s era pornography. That being said, it was around page 100 that I
finally noticed that I was on page 100. So rather than finish the story and then post it I
decided it would be easier to divide it up between the days of the week in the story. That
also being said, here’s late Saturday night/early Sunday morning and Led Zeppelin is only a
week away.

That 70’s Porno

“…and this has been ‘Hot Donna’. Signing off,” Donna said as she clicked off her mic
and played her last musical track of the night. The director in the sound booth gave her a
thumbs-up which she returned before taking her ear phones off. She stood up just as the
door to the DJ’s booth opened and a tall, older man with fly away gray hair and a leather
jacket entered.

“Oh wow, Mr. Johnson,” she squealed in delight, “It’s so good to meet you.”

[MF] success story in So Cal.

So in advance sorry for any taboos I break (first time posting something this large on Reddit, aaaaand I posted it in the wrong subreddit alteady…twice fml). Anyways third times the charm! I can already tell this is gonna be long, so again sorry!

The set up! Back when I was a slightly younger man I used Tinder (gasp) and had an average amount of luck at the time finding dates. Average is the right word to describe my experience on there, I had had a few good dates and a few bad but overall it was enough to keep me interested in swiping right.

One Thursday night, after I had gotten off work, I was browsing profiles and just was not feeling the girls my age (at the time everyone seemed to have the not all who wander are lost quote on their profile) and I thought heck lets mix things up. No avid reader I didnt swap over to guys, but I did bump the age range to the cougar setting. At the time that didn’t really change anything as the population of older women was relatively small in comparison to all the 20 year olds. But I came across one woman in her late thirties that we shall call Jen. She looked happy and beautiful and definitely caught my eye though her bio was pretty much empty. Of course I swiped right and that was it.

The Arcade [MF] [Oral] [Prostitution]

Brett turns off the engine and releases a deep breathe. Cold rain beats heavily on the windshield, and without the constant breath of the defroster, the windows have already started to fog.

The interior of the car is bathed in neon red light from the sign above the storefront. It flashes “Adult Arcade” incessantly.

It’s really come to this. Brett thinks back on his last three years at college. Mediocre grades. Unlucky in love to the say the least. Now with finals looming, he was as stressed as he’d ever been.

A friend had suggested a “Night at the Arcade” to unwind. It was a common phrase around the dorms and frat houses of VSU. Even Brett, who’d never been, knew that it had become infamous as a haven for no-string-attached release.

“Booth #1”, his friend had said with a knowing wink.

Brett takes the keys from the ignition and hurries towards the door, managing to get soaked in the process. An electronic chime announces his entry.

The room is bathed in harsh fluorescent lighting and covered wall-to-wall with dingy grey, high-traffic carpeting. Brett tries not to think about what the misshapen stains are. From behind the counter a middle aged clerk gives him a smile and a nod.

Winners do drugs sometimes [MF][drugs][oral] [reluc?]

First thing real quick, this was a prompt i wrote and it turned out to be not the thing they wanted/too long. Nobody’s fault, but i did have to change the perspective a bit from ‘you’ to ‘her’ and to make this extra saucy a good part of this is non fiction. The prompt hit close and i didn’t realize i got carried away.

Instead of throwing it in the dumpster, i’m positive someone will enjoy or hate it. The switch is in your hands.

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I took a long pull of the joint she rolled. I think I look impressive and cool, but that first hit always makes me cough. She laugh’s and smiles, it’s rare that she does and I’m sort of proud that I contributed to something that happens as often as a blue moon.

“You good?” I hear her say

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I pass it to her, put my arms at my side and puff out my chest “Hella fine” as I mock the cultural gap between us. I am a bit older then her, but it’s not that I don’t know what is trending that shit has never been my thing. We like a lot of the same stuff, but our differences and getting out of each others comfort zone makes us well rounded. For someone in her early twenties, she is quite rare.

Life on the Rimworlds, Parts 1 and 2 (mf) (oral) (noncon)

**Part 1 – The Raid**

Kenzie jolted awake as the alarm klaxons blared throughout the colony. Bleary-eyed, she stumbled towards her bedroom door, pulling the soft fabric of her shirt across her chest as she went. Buttoning the first few buttons to contain her full chest, she peeked her head into the hallway, looking for some clue as to the nature of the alarm. Scanning up and down the hall, she caught sight of her twin sister at a dead run towards the colony’s main door, assault rifle in hand, her camel hair duster flowing behind her as she raced along the corridor.

“Liz!” Kenzie called out, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Liz! What’s going on? What’re all the alarms for?”

Liz came to a halt outside Kenzie’s door, brushing a strand of her auburn hair out of her face before saying anything. “It’s raiders, Kenzie,” she said, using the momentary break from her sprint to tie her hair back into the bun she usually kept it in. “Those tribals from Meaxos are here, and they’re out for blood. The lookout even says that Yuu is leading the war party herself.”

The Five-Star Gloryhole (Oral, interracial, rich bitch)

Rebecca frowns at her watch. If she’s late for her reservation, she’ll have to fire her driver. It simply won’t do.

Thankfully, Rupert remembers a shortcut, leaving the freeway and fishing the long, black Rolls through surface streets until they pull into the secluded lot with nary two minutes to spare. From the outside, it might as well be any other warehouse, but a curious observer might notice the carefully polished brass plaque beside the double doors, inscribed with the words “Cassa del Gallo”.

Rupert puts the car in park and hurries around to open the rear door.

“Ms. Manchon”

“I dare say, Rupert. Not a moment too soon. I trust we can plan ahead better for future engagements.”

“Yes, ma’am”.

Taking his hand, she steps elegantly from the car. Rebecca Machon, heir to a fortune to old and diverse to easily describe. Suffice it to say, even when cousins were marrying each other in throne rooms across Europe, the Manchons were old money.