I [F] have a weird fetish and it accidentally turned into incest [M].

As disgusting as all of this is, I promise this is true. Please do not spam my DM’s with hate.

So, the heimlich manouver turns me (18F) on. Something about the danger and taboo involved in a guy grinding himself into you while you’re dying is a huge turn on for me. I’ve never told anyone in a non-anonymous setting. For me specifically, I get turned on thinking about how someone could take advantage of me if I was choking and needed the heimlich, but I won’t go into to much detail about that as to not trigger anyone. It also turns me on in terms of breath play. Not being able to breathe, having limited time left, etc.

Old Bob, Again [MM] [Age gap] [long] [smell fetish]

Meeting our elderly neighbors Bob and Ann should have been a small blip in my life. It had been a few weeks since the block party when white-haired Bob had invited me to tour his garage, and ended up showing me a bisexual porno from his stash. Somehow I had ended up on my knees in his garage, swallowing his cock.

Actually, I didn’t just swallow it. I had worshipped it. I knelt there and gazed at his 5 inches topped by a purple plum tip and couldn’t stop from inhaling his aroma. That is what freaked me out, my compulsion to keep smelling it, running the tip under my nose and inhaling his musky crotch and balls, and insisting he put his cock all the way in till it hit the back of my throat.

To make things worse, he had brought me to a powerful orgasm by French kissing me while playing with my cock and butthole. I kept telling myself I wasn’t gay, so how had that happened? How had I succumbed to an almost 70-year-old grandpa? I was happily married to a fit, attractive wife. I had let myself go a little, with some paunch, but overall I was active. In our lates 40s we led a typical life.

[M]y first experience. Teenage.

This is a story of me in my village when I was in 12th standard and 16 years old. There was a Bhabhi (cousin’s wife), who since my childhood teased.

I used to go bath on a common well where all ladies came to get water for their household. They also took bath in daytime when all the men went on job.I remember from my childhood that whenever I was bathing nude (as I was child), she always pointed at my small genitals laughing and asked me what they are. She also joked with other ladies that how small is my package and how big they have to deal with daily. She also touched them just to tease me sometimes while applying soap on me. I was really shy and did not feel anything.

This sexual teasing stopped and only physical touching like tickling and asking about girlfriends started when teenage began. But now I started feeling and looking at her sexually. You know all these hormones were rushing in my young body. My package also got bigger. But she distanced herself from me as same jokes could have been inappropriate now. Many times I walked in front of her in my towel after bathing with fully erect penis just to make her notice and say something so that I can jerk off later. But she did not notice.

Having three guys cum on me, but is it art? (MMMF)

While I was at University I made friends with a particularly arty farty group of ‘creative’ people. Arty-farty in the literal sense as they were studying art in its many and various forms. One of these friends was working on a piece which examined the relationship between pornography and social media, holding a mirror up to society’s eagerness to shame sex scandals while simultaneously consuming porn at a tremendous rate behind closed doors.

It was a truly brilliant concept, and an excellent piece of work. It was provocative and intriguing, scandalous yet essential. It involved the use of some hardcore pornography, but it was entirely artistically justified.

But he ran into an issue because as part of his installation, he required a piece of intimate video. And due to copyright, intellectual property, and permissions etc, he wasn’t able to use any existing footage.

Which meant he needed to produce some himself.

Long story short, he needed someone willing to let three guys ejaculate over them on film as part of the project. Faces would be blurred to protect identifies, and there was no penetration or actual sex, it just needed to be ‘climax’ and the resultant mess.

Part 2 – CNC in the office

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I haven’t heard anything from him in four days. Two of which were the weekend and I don’t work Mondays so I guess technically one. Maybe he wasn’t serious about the video. Maybe he just liked the fear he thought I was in. I tried to put what happen out of my mind. I was able to clean up enough to finish the day at work, but I could smell his cum on me all day. Today is Wednesday, half way through the week! I got a lot done. The day is coming to an end, it’s 5:10… only 20 more minutes.

I lean back in my chair when my phone rings. It says it’s from one of the ladies on the other side of the hall. I answer “hey lady, what’s up?” He responds “please come see me in my office.” Then hangs up. He’s clever, there won’t be a record he called me, because he didn’t use his office phone. I sit there frozen, not knowing what to do. If I don’t go, he could actually have a video and he could actually send it. If I do, I have no idea what will happen.

My Best Friend Part 2 Cont REVISED (plot, fiction, love, cons, friends)

My Best Friend Part 2 Cont (plot, fiction, love, cons, friends)

My Best Friend Part II Continued

I walked out of my house early in the morning to meet up with Amanda so we can walk to school. As I walked I had so many questions racing in my head from yesterday afternoon’s encounter. Was she showing me that she was interested in me? Was her kiss real or was she playing along so she could get an idea of how I lost my virginity?

All I knew is I slept like shit. I had woken up at 4:30 in the freaking morning because there were so many questions that kept nagging at me. That and remembering her first soft kiss had turned me on. In fact remembering it now instantly made my pants tight as my hard on pushed on my pants.

I had decided seeing how I woke up freaking early to go over my homework and to write a note to Amanda about yesterday. Mainly I had written that I really enjoyed last night and say that I was sorry that I had pretty much frozen when she made he advances. I also wrote most of the questions that had plagued me enough to wake up so freaking early.

The Experiment[MF]

Preface: My wife L and I have been together for 13 years this month and our sex life has slowed down quite a bit over the last few years. This is quite common as the years roll by, but that doesn’t mean it has to be. We have been responsible adults during Covid-19 and sheltered in place at home with our kids (younger one upstairs, older one with his GF in the basement). This has led to some challenges and a drastic unavoidable change in our lifestyle. Of course this is about the one aspect that we are all here for, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between. The house has been a little crowded and L had been reticent to make noise etc. unless the kid was asleep. That just made the sex more of a guilty parental pleasure that rarely happened.
Me: Call me P. Male (50) 5’8” in pretty good health, maybe a little fluffy around the middle. What else is there to do but snack the dystopia away. Honestly we are starting to be even healthier during this pandemic by walking every day and cooking all of our food at home anyway, but that’s for another sub…On a scale of 1-10 my libido was probably a 3. I chalk this up to age, stress, work-life balance, and a lifetime of smoking. (I know, I know. I am working on it. I do not smoke full-time, I smoke when I get stressed and this fucking pandemic has me all on edge). My dick is of perfectly average size and still listens to most of my wishes. As they say in the country, he won’t always bottom out but he’ll bang the hell out of the sides.
Her: Call her L. Female (46) 5’9” in better health than I, but once again a little fluffy around the middle. She still has an hour-glass physique with c-cup tits that I love more than any others. I would say her libido was a 1 on a scale of 1-10. She has never really been an overtly sexual person. She just doesn’t focus on it. There is no past trauma that we know of, she is just shy and slower to crank up. Once she does crank up, she’s is tons of fun though. L very rarely initiates.
The experiment:
I decided we needed a change.
I am a sucker for erotica and I love each and every one of you here. I started a daily regimen of stories, gifs, and videos from all over, but really like the stories better. I am a firm believer that humans are sponges and they will externalize what they internalize, but could I really increase the libidos of 2 people through an increase of porn? Yes. Not only could I get horny from it, but it lasted. I found myself thinking about sex more often even after a nutting (English is funny). After a few days and my wife’s surprise I started sending her posts of some of my favorites. I also let her know my intentions somewhat. She was curious to see where I was going with this, but not 100% on-board to start.

Breaking Quarantine [MF] [dark] [CNC] [masturbation] [anal] [aftercare]

Eight weeks… It’s been eight weeks since you had been inside her, eight weeks since you had her ankles over your shoulders, eight weeks since you had last wrapped your hand tightly around her neck. Nearly every night now, you take your cock in your hand and remembered the last time you made her cum on your cock, the last time you buried yourself in her ass, wrapping her hair around your hand and pulling her back like a toy you would use to fuck yourself.

And you were fucking stressed out. As an essential worker, you still had to go out in public doing your job that had regulations for social distancing but each job had it’s needs where being six feet apart from your coworkers was not practical, like being in that fucking truck with them. Your job prevents you from having a convenient bathroom during the day but it’s even less convenient since you can’t rely on gas stations and restaurants to allow you to come in and pee when you grabbed a drink or some food. It’s fucking scary and she’s not making it any easier on you by requiring you to shelter apart. You get it. She is trying to follow rules, which is surprising for a brat, but what the fuck ever. You can’t help it during these especially dark moments when what you need the most is to work out these frustrations. And who better to do that with than the one who allows you to fuck her as roughly as you need to till you feel better? You take your hardening cock in your hand and close your eyes, fantasizing about meeting your own needs.

The Load Master (1)(MF) (Public) (Cum)

The Load Master (1)

(Fiction)(MF)(Hyperspermia)(Public)

His name is Martin O’Halloran but all of his friends and family call him Woody. He is good looking, about 5’ 11” tall, with a nice build. He has dark wavy hair and hazel eyes. He isn’t really into playing sports but loves to run, hike and bicycle, which keeps him in shape. Most of the friends he made after college had no idea how he got his nickname. In fact, most of his family didn’t know the real reason why his friends started calling him Woody.

The Bareback Fuck Club [Str8][fantasy][swing]

It came as a surprise to everyone when one day “The vaccine” was announced which effectively took away all fears surrounding STDs. Within weeks of it becoming available, the new freedom was celebrated in a new form of gatherings that popped up all around the Western world. The group my partner and I got involved with appropriately called itself the “Bareback Fuck Club”. A friend had told us about it and we were very curious and wanted to try it out.

We phoned them and they explained everything to us. We thought that probably we won’t be accepted (they were known to have a strict vetting process) and we’d have to find something else to do that night, but we were on the guest list as initiates. The weekend came and we were both terribly nervous as we arrived at the club’s door. Some deep breaths, ringing the door bell, and a warm and friendly lady dressed in a dark yet slightly transparent silky robe opened the door. “You must be Paul and Marta, right? My name is Chantalle. Come straight in.” I was sure she wore nothing underneath and as I checked her figure while we walked behind her I felt slightly aroused. She checked the paperwork from our doctors and asked us to sign a copy of the rules of the house. “Thank you. You will now be presented to the group who will then make a decision about your membership. You understand that it has to be unanimous to be successful. Please follow me”. She took off her robe.