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My Kuwaiti whore (long story)
This is my first ever sex story/confession ever, so please excuse potential struggles in that text. English is not my native language, therefore some typos might occur. I kindly ask you to forgive that too. I have been thinking of writing erotic stories for a long time, then I got onto reddit and thought, “Ok, why not, let’s start it with a real life story from 2016 and see if people like my writing style.” Names have been changed for data protection reasons.
So this is the finale, I know I have said previously that I had a total of 13 parts in mind, however I have come to the conclusion that parts of the story did not work for me after thinking about them. I’m going out with a bang for this series, and hopefully I have the motivation to begin the next series of mine soon :)
George felt the soft, velvety lips of Olivia brush onto his cheek as she planted a loving kiss onto her boyfriend. The noises of a packed beach surrounded them. It was a blazing hot summer day, and many students on campus decided that all the fun was to be had on the beach, the almost white sand spread miles across the shore of the crystal-like sea. The waters calm and reflecting the sun, only the satisfying sound of the odd crashing wave came into earshot. George and Olivia luckily found a small spot for them both, slightly out of sight from the general public, under a large palm tree near the strip of expensive penthouse apartments which overlooked the beautiful beach.
One time, when my cousin Gwen and I were in senior year of high school, we were home alone one afternoon and snooping around in my parents’ bedroom. The bottom drawer of the bedside table was locked, which was weird to us because no cabinets were ever locked in our household growing up. My parents were always super open, being ex-hippies.
So, of course, being mischievous teenagers, we picked it open with a hairpin. Needless to say, it was not a sturdy lock. Lo and behold, we found my parents’ cache of porn. It was the 90s when this occurred, so the porn would have been from the 80s. Most of the women still sported full bushes, and the camera’s focus was soft.
I don’t think Gwen had had sex yet, and I had only gotten to second base with the girl I was dating. Anyway, the discovery cracked us up, and we started leafing through the magazines. Looking back, it was all rather innocent—the porn as well as what we were doing. Porn today is so hardcore… as am I. But more on that later.
This is the one of the first stories I wrote for someone, and they have granted permission to post it here, though they prefer to remain anonymous. If you are interested in a personalized story, please feel free to message me and we’ll talk about the dirty details!
I was used to people looking at me at the gym, and why not? I’d struggled with my weight when I was younger, but in my early thirties I took control of my weight, my health, my life. I bulked up, lost the extra poundage, and became someone people wanted to fuck. I picked up women at the gym regularly. Not necessarily trying to. This was about my own health after all. But once I had the arms, the chest, the back. Once I’d lost the gut. Women just started approaching me, sometimes at the machines, sometimes on my way out. And sometimes it was just fun flirtation. But sometimes we’d grab a juice, a drink, head back to one of our homes and muss up the sheets.
But this was different.
Laura was woken up by the unrelenting ring of her phone. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Her mouth was dry and with a foul taste.
She swallowed and reached clumsily for the phone to answer the call.
Her voice slurry as she answered:
“Yes”
There was a pause from the other side.
“Laura? It’s Ron. Ron Hayden. From the Post”.
Ron was an old acquaintance, almost a friend. Laura cleared her throat: “Hi Ron. How are you?”
“Worried. Are you home?”
“Uh, yes”
“What are you doing?”
Laura’s eyes were fixed on the screen. The same studio as the day before, but with three different people now.
The blond girl had been replaced by a redhead with curly hair, an hourglass figure, and long, slender legs. She was wearing green lace lingerie and nothing else.
She was kneeling on the floor in the middle of the studio, in front of a tall, dark-haired man. He had the muscular body of an athlete and the impressive cock of a pornstar. The girl was holding his ass with both hands and slowly, methodically and passionately licking and sucking the hard member in front of her face.
Hello fellow redditors, this is my first post on here. If you have any suggestions for improvement, tell me.
This story happened to me several years ago, when I was about 18 years old.
Me and a couple of my friends have been to an outdoor party that was actually quite shitty.
We didn’t like the people there so we were drinking a lot of booze which (surprisingly) led to us being drunk as fuck pretty fast. Among my friends was this girl that had a crush on me and was very openly talking about sexual stuff, but I wasn’t really interested in her and I was rather shy that time.
I’ve had sex and a few blowjobs before, but I wasn’t experienced at all and most of these encounters happened while I was drunk.
At some point of the party I was taking a leak in the bushes and this girl followed me and was watching me peeing and talking to me while I did. Being drunk and already turned on from her watching my cock I asked her (more jokingly): “Do you want to suck my cock or why are you following me?”
I have really awakened sexually lately. I have been battling mental health issues since I was a teenager, and finally got myself feeling happy. An unexpected/wonderful side effect of this? … an almost INSATIABLE sexual appetite I never knew I had.
I have never been reserved about sex, but ever since I started feeling better – it’s made me feel wild and exited in a way that I never expected from myself.
Its just fun.I am having a fucking blast messing around – plain and simple. So much fun that it’s really become at the focal point of my life lately. I split my free-time either out on the town flirting with strangers, or Tinder trying to pic which of the 100+ sexual puns is worth responding too.
I’m doing this with one goal in mind. I want to explore some boundaries and see how far this wild feeling takes me. I’m gonna see how enjoy this new slutty me as see how far we can go with it.
Laura was jogging when the phone rang. Her sister’s name appeared on the display of her smartwatch. Without slowing down her pace, she answered the call on her earphone.
“Hey Steph”
“Are you at work?”
Laura smiled. What a piece of work her sister was. They hadn’t heard from each other in about a month and she didn’t even bother to say a proper hello. “I’m good, thanks, what about you?”
“Sorry. I’m fine. Look, I just wanted to… Are you running?”
“I am. Are you? You sound short of breath”.
“Ah… No, that’s nothing. Listen, you need to go home and watch Channel Four”.
Laura frowned, loosing her pace. Her run came slowly to a halt. She had a bad feeling about this; it had been an unusual day since the DA Mark Learney had sent the entire staff an email saying that all meetings for the day had been canceled and that they could work from home that Friday. Her worried emails and calls received no answer and in the afternoon, to take off her mind from the issue, she opted to go for a jog.
So, my ex and I had a pretty open relationship. We shared everything. From who we want to fuck, to watching porno videos of her with her ex boyfriends. We were doing a lot of nasty things but we were always honest with each other.
She was living in another city where she was studying. I would go to her every 2 or 3 weeks on a few days, and we would mostly spend them fucking, eating and sleeping. She had a horny neighbour who was always hitting on her. She was kinda lonely when I wasn’t there, and she really liked him. On one occasion he picked her up when she was coming back from a night out. After they both went to their apartments she got a message from him. It was a dick pic, and it made her really horny. She forwarded me a pic of his dick (it was pretty bigger than mine, around 8”, cleanly shaved and circumsized) and asked me what to do. I gave her a pass since she really fancied him, and told her to call him over to her apartment. He came few minutes after, and she sucked his dick. He came in her mouth in a minute or two, and nervously left.
I’m in an open marriage and I’ve been seeing this man, Peter, for about 9 months. From the beginning it’s been hot and kinky – he’s been exploring his dominant side and I’m able to explore submission. We are both in our late 20s, white, blond, and have athletic bodies. I have a butt that I seem to get a lot of compliments on and 34B boobs.
We met up the other night at his place, cracked open some champagne, and he went to take a shower. I lounged on the couch on his bedroom, reading. I was wearing loose, baggy black pants, a thong, and a black sweater with no bra. He got back, pulled on some loose pants and said that earlier, he had been cooking dinner and remarked that his fingers were spicy from chopping up some sort of hot pepper, and that no matter how much he washed them, it still seemed to be lingering. Sure enough, when he sat down next to me, I pressed a hand to his and his fingers were radiating heat. We discussed the pros and cons of this, somewhat giggly from the champagne, and he said it had actually felt nice to touch himself in the shower.