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RandomActsofMuffDive – A story where pleasure and adventure overshadow nerves [Fm][oral]

Alice’s finger tip bounced nervously against her thigh as the floors slowly ‘ding’ed past. Thankfully she had the elevator to herself. As she had walked through the large hotel lobby she had worried everyone could see right through her. They could see what salacious acts she was there to commit. Could they sense her nervousness and the doubt that trickled into the vast lake of excitement she felt boiling in her chest? Well,shit, too late now…

‘Ding’

The doors eased open on a hallway that didn’t look half as sleezy as it had in her mind. Moby, or something with a chill lounge beat wafted softly from hidden speakers as she took her first steps down the smartly lit hallway. She wanted this enough to keep her nervous demons at bay. Everything about it was wrong…the simple fact she was meeting a stranger…but even more than that, the reason she was there to meet that stranger. All of it played against her better judgement, but there she was, bravely putting one foot ahead of the other, towards a room…a room containing a man…a man who had promised to do things to her she desperately wanted done. Read more »

Spontaneous double blowjob turns competitive (28f) [FFM]

Let me preface this particular anecdote by pointing out that I’m a competitive soul. Stupidly so. Driven to win at all costs, sometimes even to my own detriment. I’m entirely self aware of this – some may argue – crippling flaw, but self awareness does nothing to prevent my competitive urge striking. If there’s an opportunity to ‘win’ (and sometimes even when the very notion of winning is subjective at best) then I will do pretty much whatever it takes to achieve victory.

It’s one of the (many) reasons why I decided to give up ever accepting dares – for the good of my own sanity.

I also, for better or worse, have always seen sex as something of a competition. Which isn’t to say it’s a race, far from it. But it has an objective. The aim is to make the other person achieve orgasm. And if there’s an aim, there’s a victory. It’s a completion in every sense of the word.

Philosophy out of the way, let’s get stuck in. Read more »

My [F] Amsterdam Experience

It gets NSFW after the dots

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Back in the good old days before Covid (2018) I (F) did a semester abroad in Europe. Specifically Vienna, Austria. A little background story: I was raised in a very conservative, Catholic family; Mass everyday, Rosary every Saturday, private Catholic highschool, etc. But, as it often happens in that kind of upbringing, I went wild in college. I still lived with my parent but I found ways to sneak out to drink, party and have fun. I have lots of crazy stories about that but the one I’ll be telling today is of the time I bought my first dildo.

As I said, I went to Europe for a semester. I was 19 at the time and it was the first time I lived completely by myself; no parents, siblings, cousins, grandma etc. to watch over me. I was free to do whatever I wanted. As flights are pretty cheap in Europe, I would travel once or twice a month for a weekend to a different country and I would stay in hostels so I didn’t spend so much money. For one of my trips I went to Amsterdam for a weekend. Beautiful city, delicious food, I really enjoyed my short time there and definitely recommend it. It is not a city for kids though, the Red District is very, very NSFW. You walk down the streets and there are prostitutes in every window (it’s legal there), sex shops in every corner and stores where you can buy all kinds of edibles, blunts, mushrooms and other drugs. I even saw two guys doing some coke in broad daylight. Read more »

First time seeing my wife with another man [MFM]

We are both in our 40’s and this took place during the summer of 2019

She is 5’3″ / 125 Pounds

Some Background:

I had thought about having another guy join us for a while, but she was unsure about at it first. I think it was more of the stigma that goes with it, and of course finding the right guy. I knew she would not do with a stranger, but someone that we knew somewhat well I thought she might.

We had a friend that had moved away when he changed jobs, but he still came into our town for work. I kept in touch with him, and I knew he liked her. I would make some sex comments occasionally around him and he always seemed interested and wanted more details. Well, one time when he was in town I suggested he stay at our house during his next visit. She was OK with it so the next time he stayed with us a few days during the week. It gave us time to have some drinks on the porch in the evening once the kids were in bed. I also made sure he stayed in the spare bedroom that is right next to ours. The first trip was just that, us having dinner and then some drinks in the evening. I did flirt with her in the evening to gauge his interest to see how he reacted when I did, and also to see how she did as well. I could tell he liked when I touched her and made comments, and she was ok with it as well. When alone I even made comments to her asking what she thought of him, etc. Read more »

CONSEQUENCES, Pt.2

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“well based on the lingerie I see, you and the hubby certainly have an active sex life.” I said with a lewd grin. Amanda Nicole Heaton was topless but still wearing her yoga pants. “Oh look, wet spot.” I said, pointing at her crotch. My prey blushed, so I tossed the satin and lace Cami PJ’s I dug out on the bed between us and said “Change into those, I want a little fashion show.” And moved the chair over, having a seat.

If Amanda Nicole Heaton didn’t feel embarrassed and humiliated before, she certainly felt it now. After all this, she was being made to parade in front of her torturer like some damn piece of meat. But again, she knew she had little choice. The Cami PJ’s were skimpy and she be blushed as she stood, twirled, and bent over in front of naked torturer. She noticed that his dick was getting erect again, and that could only mean one thing.

Seeing the MILF pose for me in lingerie was nice. She was currently bent over the bed, one foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, looking back at me. I stepped over, and tugging on the bottoms I said “let’s keep the top, but trust me you won’t be needing these…” Read more »

The time I fucked my teacher…. [F/M] [trigger warning – kinky sexual violence, degradation, 18 year old schoolgirl]

First time posting anything like this… using a throwaway for obvious reasons. This is my most fondly reminisced-upon sexual experience, so I figured I’d share with you guys too! Fuck lol, I’m nervous.

So, I’ll begin by saying, I was a troubled teen. I was struggling with a spectrum of different typical rebellious kid things. I turned 18 when I was a senior in high school and immediately started doing PPV porn (think onlyfans, before its time) just to give you an idea of who I was. I had a HUGE crush on one of my AP teachers, he was fresh out of college and sexy in that “sweater vests and glasses, ohh Mr Professor” way, but he was cool enough for the students to like him as he shared many of our interests. I was a freshly 18 year old girl with a slim waist and an hourglass figure, damn near alone in the world and desperate for his attention. We had a good rapport already, we joked around together and had often discussed our favorite bands and complimented each other’s tastes. I always made sure to dress like a cock-tease for his class, wearing things like low-cut shirts and schoolgirl skirts with thigh-high socks, and I loved nothing more than sitting in the front and adjusting my bra to highlight my DD cleavage. I loved the way he would catch me eye-fucking him and stumble over his words while giving lessons. I knew that he wanted me, too, and I thrived off of it. One day another teacher had given out lollipops, and naturally, I saved mine for his class. Read more »

A Dead Bedroom Leads to a Good Fucking by the Repairman [fM]

It was one of those mornings again. When I woke up groggy and in a rut of sadness, opening my eyes to find my husband had left me once again, to work his long and draining hours while I tended to the home with hardly anything else to do.

Aching and throbbing from a horrible night of rest, plagued by the stress of being a housewife that barely gets the love and affection she treasured years before. That’s what happens in marriages, right?

The honeymoon phase ends, and the affection and clinginess starts to die down as the flame that once ignited the passion in the relationship starts to fade. A dead bedroom. We all have one at some point.

My mother warned me of this. How it would affect my self-esteem and how getting older and less love from my partner would make me compare myself to all the younger women I would suddenly be more aware of. Who could probably easily take my husband away if they wanted to.

And it’s true.

Even now, as I look at myself in the mirror, I see nothing but a girl with bags under her eyes and a bird’s nest of tangled hair sloppily dressed in a cute nightgown that looks anything but cute and flattering on me. Read more »

[M]y first time with a [M]an at an adult theater

So my first visit was many many years ago. I was 22 years old. I had never been with a man in any capacity before. But years of watching sissy hypnos and porn brought me to the idea of going to a Gloryhole to suck a dick. I had long thought of going but always made up excuses to not go. Finally one day I was so horny and alone that I finally got the courage to go. I knew where one was and I started to drive there. Each mile I drove I felt more nervous but continued driving.
After the thirty minute drive I was finally there. Sitting in the parking lot. Wearing only male clothes but tucked inside them my pretty yellow panties and a white bra. There were about 5 other cars in the lot so I knew people were inside. I was shaking as I walked to the door not knowing what to expect. Once inside I went to the counter and paid my fee to move through the turnstile and into the darkness. To the right a pair of theaters showing straight porn. To the left private booths connected only by gloryholes. Some with straight porn. Some gay. Some trans. I noticed most doors were wide open waiting for someone to come inside. I continued walking to the back and found 3 private rooms. Two with doors and one without. All had nice benches inside. I nervously chose one with a door and sat down. Not knowing what would happen. Shortly after I sat down a man appeared in the doorway and asked to join me. I said sure and he sat down next to me.
I then told him I had never done this before but was curious about how things worked back here.
He was very gracious. He told me about the “rules” and then asked to kiss me. I told him only my neck please. He smelled of cigarettes which I did not enjoy. But his warm lips brought blood flow to my previous limp dick. He then started groping me and I told him that I had a surprise under my clothes. He asked what it was and I got up and closed the door. Pulled off my shirt and wiggles my hips as I exposed my panties and bra to him.
He was so surprised and he loved it. He started to remove his cock and stroke it. It was lovely. About 7 inches and not too thick which I was happy about for my first time. He then got up and kissed my neck some more reaching down and teasing my much smaller dick. I then grabbed his cock for the first time. It felt so nice in my hand. I knew I belonged here. After it was fully hard I asked if I could suck it and he happily said please do sweetie. Read more »

The Blue Viper Files Part 5 [FF] [MFF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis] [Cuckold]

**Chapter 5: Golod**

**Ben**

“Good morning, Mistress.” Ben came into the bedroom with Madame Sasha’s breakfast on a tray. His goddess was already sitting at her desk, typing something on her laptop. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, she was wearing her thick, red, square-rimmed glasses, she had Ben’s sweatshirt on that covered her lacey green panties.

“Good morning, malen’kiy.” Ben placed the tray down next to her and moved to kiss her on the cheek. She turned and kissed him lightly, then turned back to her laptop and reached for her cup of coffee.

“Need anything else?”

“No. I’ll text you when I need the car.”

“Yes, Mistress. Love you.”

She smirked. “Love you too.”

Ben darted out of the room and went downstairs to clean the kitchen. He had to hurry to get back to work. He had a new boss who was getting suspicious of Ben disappearing several times a day. Ben’s mother could only be “sick” so many times before people got frustrated. Read more »