Cops, what ya gonna do when they come for you…

Cops

Bad boy. Bad boy. What ya gonna do when they come for you?

It was my birthday and, in general, it was no big deal to me. However, all morning, there was this little voice, deep inside my psyche, squealing, “It’s my birthday!” It was not a big one, just 43, not like 30, 40 or 50. To celebrate, my live-in girlfriend was going to get Chinese takeout from my favorite Chinese restaurant. She wasn’t one to do much cooking. It wasn’t her cooking that made me love her. It was her thoughtful, kind nature and her love for sex.

My girlfriend went to work in the morning. She was an accountant and had an office about a 30 minute drive from home. I worked from home. Unless we had company staying with us, my days were usually spent alone. This was one of those alone days.

I love to be nude and, many days, like this one, I worked all day completely naked. It wasn’t, necessarily, an erotic thing for me but, that day, it was. I was all horned up and concentration on work was difficult.

The Girls I’ve Seen – The First Girl [MF]

After about four years of, let’s be honest, a mid-life crisis, my days of using escorts have recently come to a natural end. I’m moving onto a new, exciting time in my life that simply doesn’t involve them. I have no regrets, and reflecting on the end of this era is making me think of the girls I’ve seen.

Keep in mind, when I say girl, I always mean woman. I don’t call all women girls, it’s infantilizing. And these were definitely all women. But calling someone an escort can make it sound like they’re aloof. And calling someone a hooker somehow strikes me as deliberately mean, even when it’s not intended that way. I’ve always fallen back to call girls, a phrase I’ve loved since reading old detective novels. It’s a little old-fashioned, so I always just call them ‘girls.’

The first time I saw someone, it was almost on a whim. I just happened to be leaving on a four day trip to a hobby convention the next day, and was looking at some porn. An ad for an escort guide popped up, and a lightbulb went off. I had about $1000 budgeted for spending money for the weekend, and my wife and I had recently talked about how I could try and see someone outside of our marriage. I’d never considered paying for it, but what the hell? The stars just aligned.

First time with my now wife [FM]

So first things first. I’m on mobile. Also this happened when we first met. I’m now 23 and she is 26.

Anyways I (20m) just got out of a serious relationship, well I got a divorce. I was 20 and just divorced, I know I was young I married right out of highschool to someone that I thought loved me and I loved her. That was not the case though. Anyways I was feeling pretty low and horny so I did what any other horny single guy does. I downloaded tinder. Let me tell you something, tinder isn’t my thing. I got no matches nothing! So I started posting on an app called whisper. After a few days I finally got to talking to this beautiful sexy milf Brenna(23f) (name changed for privacy). She was stunning, she had mid back length blond hair, nice full D tits, an ass to die for, thicker than a snicker, and had such nice full lips. She was just divorce as well, had a 6 month old, just moved to the same town I was in and was just looking for a friend. We clicked instantly. We talked and talked but you aren’t reading this for that. So let me get to the good stuff.

How my FWB surprised me after quarantine. [MFF]

Long story short: Because one of my closest friends was diagnosed with COVID-19 and we traveled in the same car, I had to go in quarantine for 10 days (those are the rules in The Netherlands).

During the 10 days, my friends with benefits was teasing me a lot! She kept sending me how much she wanted to have me inside her and pictures of her in lingerie or even without it. We are having sex once or twice every two weeks. She really is a beast in the bedroom and she kept surprising me every time.

There were now two days left and I got a Snapchat from her saying: “I’ve got a little surprise for you” and it was a package from a lingerie store. I got immediately excited and send her a message that I could wait to see her again. “See you on Wednesday night x” she sent back and we didn’t really talk much after that.

In heat. [MF]

When opportunity comes aknocking, you open the door right?

I’ve been in heat! I mean, I know California heat is unbearable, but the heat with what I have is in terms of desire. I’m pretty sure that’s a given.

Was I a porn star in my past life? I don’t know, but i am constantly horny.

soooo with an errand to run, I contacted an acquaintance, he didn’t reply. I mean, a no answer is a no, or I’m really busy type of thing. Just the thought of him pushing my head down his shaft drove me to contact him again just so I can feel that again.

But then I remembered about Mr. Spontaneity. We check in every now and then, small talk. So I thought it was a long shot,but I said hi, exchanged the normal pleasantries, and I let him know I was about to go walking to run an errand… he knew what that meant.

Soooo I let him know what direction I was walking in. But he went dead for a bit. So I guessed, fine.

*Just stay in damn heat, kinkyleejellybean,you’ll work yourself out later with your fingers!*

That time a masseuse [F] asked me [M] for more (Part 1)

With quarantine driving me insane, I figured now is a good time to share this story as any. This is a series of events that, while not inherently linked together, all happened within the space of about 2-3 months.

Obviously this is a burner account so no place names, and all the names of people have been changed. It’s gonna be a X-parter, if people are into it, so I’ll try to get to the point as quick as I can.

As I say that, here’s the last of the disclaimers: these are true stories. Any embelishments are included to make the story flow better (and to hide it from being so true-to-life that the people involved might recognize it. Some of them are frequent reddit :P)

Ok here goes.

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Part 1: Massage blues

Years back, I moved cities to pursue a new job. While I had some friends in the city I moved to, the nature of the job forced me to be a bit more isolated than what I used to. Sales will do that to you, especially when you have to do cold calls and in-person presentations. It’s a grind.

[M]e and my [f]ormer work supervisor

I had moved to the UK about six months before I got my first job working in a government office. I worked there for only three months before moving on to another job. However, I made good friends in that short time. My supervisor, Harriet (not her real name), was someone that I admired from a far. Harriet is 14 years my junior. Quite plain features. I wouldn’t classify her as being any exceptionally pretty woman but she by far wasn’t an ugly woman either.

She always wore skirts/dresses. Don’t think I’ve ever seen her in a pair of trousers. She is quite shapely with a lovely ass. I would say that she has C-cup breasts. Blond hair and when she put on her glasses, she looked like a naughty secretary you see in porn flicks. While working in the office she was always the professional. She was married but separated and even so she didn’t seem the type that would have an office fling.

When I was leaving the office we exchanged numbers but we never really kept in touch for quite some time.

I’m 25 [F] not being sexually satisfied by my boyfriend 31 [M], so I fucked my coworker

I’ll give you all some context before I begin, but if you want to skip ahead, go to the ****

My boyfriend and I have been living together for about year and a half now. Since then we have had sex… maybe 6 times. Im not entirely sure what’s going on, but what I’ve deduced from our conversations regarding the topic is that he just isn’t feeling “it”. He has no sex drive. Other than this, our relationship is wonderful.

Unfortunately for me, my sex drive is super high; any chance I get to myself in the apartment I’m watching porn and rubbing one out, fantasizing about whoever.

Not surprisingly, the situation has caused me a lot of emotional turmoil such as feeling inadequate, unloved, not special, etc… You get it, I won’t go into my sob story. I have considered asking him if I could have sex with other people to satisfy my needs, but never built up enough courage to ask because I know it would hurt him. I also said I would never cheat because that would hurt him as well, but a few weeks ago I started a new job and was WILDLY attracted to the guy who trained me.

Three’s Cumpany 2 [MFf, Squirting, Voyeurism, Cyber]

[*Part One Here!*](https://www.reddit.com/user/ill_B_In_MyBunk/comments/ina4g3/threes_cumpany_1_mff_public/?ref=share&ref_source=link) **Here for the sex? Look for the XXX!**

 

I sat in the bathtub. The bubbles embraced my body. I kept reaching for the phone and then setting it back down on the rim. Even if I dropped it into the tub, my husband had gotten me the newest model. He was so sweet. I glanced into the bedroom and saw him nude, sprawled across the bed akimbo and drooling on our nice comforter.

I sighed. It was 12:45am. If I snapped a younger woman at this time of night, I knew exactly what it would be for. I had requested her on Snapchat and she accepted, but I had not sent a single message in twenty-four hours. I was worried she’d start thinking we weren’t interested. Like we hadn’t fantasized about how she watched us rut like animals on the beach while she stroked herself.

That had been a good, damn, trip. I played with a nipple. I pushed suds down so my nice floaty cleavage would be in the shot. She’d see it and I’d be like: “*Oh, these babies? Well that’s just how they always look!*”

My mom played my game bteer than me [Fantasy voyeurism]

John was fiddling with his mobile phone in his hostel room. The room was fairly big with two sets of furniture at two sides of the room yet with ample place in the middle clearing to walk. Each set of furniture had a steel bed, a cupboard, a study table and a chair. John was slouched over his bed as he gazed out of the window. There was no particularly heart-warming view, it was mostly of barren open spaces but at least the window didn’t face another building.

‘Hey! What are you thinking?’ John turned back to see Andy. Andy was his room-mate. It has been almost three months now that they have been roommates.

‘Nothing particularly. I am thinking of going home in the next weekend.’ John said still looking out of the window.

‘Next weekend? Oh, yes, we do have a holiday next Friday. So, are you going to your hometown?’

John looked back and stretched, ‘Well, yes. I promised my mom that I will be home at least once a month.’

Andy was solemn, ‘Does she still stay alone?’

John said, ‘Yes, mostly. My dad sometimes comes in weekends.’