Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 4 [FF] [public] [fingering] [Fdom]

“It’s nice to meet you, Caitlin,” Jess says, smiling at me, “Officially.”

My pussy throbs lightly as I think about how less than 12 hours ago, I was listening through the wall as this woman rode her husband to orgasm. While I masturbated. And encouraged her.

“Honestly,” I say, “I can’t believe this is happening. But I’m glad.”

Jess nods, “I know. The odds right?”

A pool service boy, in khakis shorts and a white button up t-shirt, stops at the foot of our chairs. “Room 711?” Jess nods toward the little side table between our chairs. He steps between us and sets down two mimosas, a plate of fries, and a plate of fruit. “Enjoy. Please let us know if there’s anything else you need, or anything else we can do to improve your morning.”

I snicker to myself hearing those words.

“Thanks. Will do,” Jess replies, as the young guy walks away. She turns to look at me, tilting her head curiously, “What’s so funny?”

I’m imagining the guy who delivered my breakfast, wondering if his erection has subsided. “God, I should be embarrassed to even tell you this,” I say.

Mommy’s Self-Care Weekend: Part 3 [F-solo] [ws] [masturbation] [pee desperation] [edging] [toys]

(This is the third installment in a series, the other two can be found on my profile.)

I sit there, looking at the subject line of the message that has just appears in my reddit inbox “I’m the woman in room 712.” My fingers trembling. Someone is fucking with me.

I go back to my own post and scan through it. Never once did I mention my own room number. I didn’t even mention the hotel I was in. My pussy throbbing around the 8-inch dildo still inside me as I relive the hot moments we share through the wall and as I realize that this message truly has to be coming from the room next door.

There has been quiet from that side of the wall since shortly after we all came. Him in grunting spurts deep inside her. Her in multiple rolling waves riding his cock. And me, straddling the dildo over the rolling chair, pressed against the wall, listening…urging…begging them both through the wall to cum for me as I rode myself to an intensely hard orgasm. I have also been quiet, letting them think I’ve fallen asleep.

But here I am, still awake. I open her message.

Deepthroating my boyfriend [MF][ORAL]

One of the most intense sexual experiences I have ever had was attempting to deepthroat a guy and gagging so hard and repeatedly that I lost control of myself in the moment and threw up on his cock. It was a dazed moment of intense embarrassment and shame followed by a euphoric type of lust. I felt confused because my mental instinct was to pull away in disgust and shame, but at the same time I felt myself aroused and wet at the idea that I was used so intensely while trying to pleasure a man that I literally lost control of my faculties and body.

I see a lot of porn that showcases rough throatfucking and deepthroating, but none of it seems to capture that emotional intensity of when it happens in a real non-manufactured moment between a couple. Has anyone else had experience with this or liked the idea of it happening?

Building the perfect [femdom]/[sub] relationship by this [23f] Latina

All relationships need to adapt, grow, and constantly redefine themselves or they begin to wilt and die. Keeping it fresh is key, and this is absolutely true for a submissive and dom relationship as well. My sub has been evolving in his tastes and, not to my surprise, our routine is no longer the end-all to his sex life. How do I know this? We talk almost everyday. It definitely shouldn’t come as a surprise that the dom/sub relationship is 99% talking and understanding. It’s almost as if I’m his manager at work and we have a weekly 1 on 1 synch-up where I ask him “how are you feeling?” and “are you happy?” etc.

Bad Bikinis [M/f/f, D/s, Blowjob, Sexism, Satire]

I was having a pleasant day at the beach–the sun was shining, it was warm, but not humid, and there was a nice breeze–until I saw them. Two young ladies with very little respect for themselves. I put my book–Joel Osteen’s latest collection of excellent sermons–down against my chest and huffed.

“This is ridiculous? Do you see what they’re wearing?” My wife seemed far less concerned about this assault on public decency. Two young things practically shaking their bare asses for every decent family to see. I removed my reading glasses and stood up, straightening my t-shirt–from a previous church 5K–and grabbing my sandals. I stood up in a rush, grumbling all the while, and began walking over to the girls. I was muttering under my breath, considering how I’d explain the problem to them.

They were laying on towels on their stomach, obviously enjoying the sun on their practically naked bodies. Absolutely perverse, I thought, these girls were clearly not raised very well. I walked in front of them, so that my shadow fell across their tanned, petite bodies. I crossed my arms as they looked up.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F/F] Part 31

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*** ***Alana*** ***

We’re midway through December and the wind has gotten chilly. That usually means we have an influx of homeless patients trying to find a warm bed. Sure a majority are nice and, for lack of a better word, sane but there’s a couple that should really have been admitted to the mental ward. I feel sorry for the homeless vets, though, and I try to sneak in an extra sandwich during my shift. Now if they’re smart, they’ll save it for when they’re out of the hospital.

I come back to a nice, loving apartment with Izz lounging around the sofa and Chris working on his laptop. It’s about 7:45 PM. God damn, it must be nice to work at home or, in Izz’s case, not work at all and still be reasonably comfortable.

Fucking rich kids, I swear…

Before I get into my car from work, I make sure to take my work shoes off and put them in a plastic bag so I can decontaminate them when I get home. I don’t want to bring any superbugs into our home.

My aunt asked for rough sex [F]28 &[M]20 (Part 2)

Now my intentions to make this a separate post was to describe the story important section. Well i recommend new readers to read my previous post [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/py1sih/my_aunt_asked_for_rough_sex_f28_m20_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) first because its the continuation. Also if you want to read my other post (well those are related to the story) here are those [Day1](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/om31f5/i_m_20_fingered_my_aunt_f20_and_it_was_her_first/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)& [DAY2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/oqor7t/i_m20_creampied_my_aunt_f28_and_she_ate_it/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) . If someone wants to get some imagination of my aunt check this [POST](https://www.reddit.com/user/New-Appearance9392/comments/oqoh8q/my_young_aunt/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) well i cant share actually image i don’t have it and she don’t share me i don’t know why.

Comments are welcome to improve my post and i don’t really care about upvotes but if you do i really appreciate those and will post most more stories of me happened in past and recently some guys love my story so much.

Continuation

So as i said in my previous part i love to pleasure women instead of their blowjob i don’t know why but it is what it is. To be real i love tasting pussy those are really good it might be my fetish. So at that moment i didn’t want her to get at that orgasm point. As our plan was to have rough sex. I unleashed my inner dog i stretched her legs in the air and little side way and prep myself in the missionary position.

[MOD POST] November 2021 Contest

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November 2021 Theme: Kink sharing
Sharing your kinks with your partner could be embarrassing. Or it can lead to a surprise, or a joyful night of passion. Tell us your kink, and the time you share it with your partner. How did it go and how were you two able to fulfill your kink?

She let it go on for a moment [M/M/F]

Liz and Richard are an older married couple, she’s 45 he’s 48. Wealthy, upper middle class, really nice house, in a really nice neighborhood. I met Liz online, she was shopping around for a third for a threesome. They had already done it once with another woman, and wanted to try it with another man. Liz was very particular about what she was looking for in the guy, freindly, polite, easy going, not looking for a ‘bull’ or a cuckold situation. She wanted a nice freindly atmosphere, she wanted to be the center of attention, and she wanted to make sure the guy she picked didn’t have a bigger cock than her husband. We exchanged several emails, texts and pictures, and generally hit it off very well.

I lied about having done this before, not two men and a woman, not two women and a man, never more than one partner at a time. I really wanted to, they seemed like really good people, and I thought I would be able to just roll with it.

Sophie’s Secrets #1 – Their wedding is right around the corner. Can they wait? (grinding, kissing, foreplay, no sex)

Warning: Sophie’s story is a little darker than my other work. There is mention of past sexual assault, rape, and abuse. It is not graphically or explicitly written out, but it may be triggering to some readers.

**1. Prologue**

*Sophie*

I have a problem. Sometimes, I can’t talk.

It’s extremely inconvenient. It’s a form of dissociation; at least, that’s what my therapist says. She said it’s called “Disembodiment dissociation,” or something like that. I feel like my lips are just gone, like that scary episode of Doctor Who where the people’s faces disappeared and all that was there was skin? Yeah, it’s like that. I find myself reaching up and touching my lips to reassure myself that they’re there.

And I feel like my mouth is full of sand. And marshmallows. Marshmallow sand. It’s nasty. And I can’t talk with nasty sand in my mouth.

It’s like the words are right there but I can’t get them out. They get stuck.

So I write.

It became a coping mechanism a long time ago, and I’ve gotten better about it… way better! I’m super proud of myself. So is Mark. And I love it when Mark is proud of me.