After back-to-back conferences, meetings and presentations for a month straight, Gordon wanted to do nothing but head back home, take a shower and go to sleep. Work had taken a serious toll on his personal life; at 32 he had a divorce and 2 kids that he never spoke too. His college friends had all moved on and started successful and happy families. For Gordon, his happiness came from closing deals and seeing his bank account go up. Out of his whole social circle, he was the wealthiest. He drove the latest cars, had the biggest house and of course, attracted the most beautiful women. Despite the success, Gordon missed his childhood sweetheart, Rachel. He tried for years to get her back and finally stopped until he heard she had gotten engaged to another man. This sent him into a spiraling depression that led him to develop a misogynistic and sexist view on women. He wanted women simply for the physical pleasure they provided and completely blocking any emotional attachment to them.
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My slutty friend, Sharon! [FF]
Yesterday I posted a story about my slutty friend, Sharon and her email to me. There was an overwhelming response from men and women curious to know what happened so I emailed her to continue her story. First I’ll recap what I wrote last time:
My sexy married friend, Sharon, a 53 year old plump gregarious housewife, who is secretly a total slut, just sent me an email about a slutty adventure she had.
“Hi Amy, get this. I was coming down the NY Thruway yesterday, the snow made it impossible to travel further, so I pulled into a hotel. Walking in I called hubby on phone telling him I had to stay the night, chatted briefly and hung up.
Standing in line to book in, I saw a young pretty woman ahead, clearly in same situation. We both started chatting and in minutes we were good friends although she’s half my age. With not much to do we both sat in the lobby and chatted over drinks. I joked “great to be out of husband’s reach with this snow maybe at last I can cheat….”, she grinned, showing me her ring and said “I feel the same way…but then again who can I find here tonight?”.
[MF][mast][voy][BBW][Goth] The Happy Customer part 1
This is a work of fiction based on a fantasy that surrounds something that happened (i.e. I did see the craigslist ad.. .and never replied to it). It might not be the sexiest of writing but it is rooted in a lot of truth. This is my very first attempt at writing something like this. I will be posting Part 2 from the woman’s perspective in a few days at which point it will be sexier and far less based in reality.
I was a lonely grad student with debt up to his eyeballs and living in a glorified closet of an apartment. Between studies and work I had so little time for a social life. Women were a thing I could fantasize about and enjoy in my quiet times before bed by the glow of my junk CRT monitor scrolling through pictures and videos on the internet. Occasionally I would get creative. Instead of looking at the porn sites I would try sexy personals sites or craigslist. Not necessarily to find a hookup but to place in my mind a fantasy of what it would be like to find someone on one of these sites and just have hot casual meaningless sex with them. As a virgin who had some back seat dry humping way back in high school and a topless chest to chest makeout session in college I had so little to use as reference from real life experiences of sex. But I would surf and fantasize and masturbate to these vision in my head of what it would be like to reply and hook up with some random stranger. But then i saw that ad on craigslist. That ad stuck out at me so much and I don’t know why.
My [f]irst week at uni. Some [ff] and mild [fm]
*So some background. I’m Gia, a 32 year old happily married woman. I’m about 5’5″, pale skin, naturally red hair. My wife (yay for gay marriage!) knows all about my past but lots of it falls well outside of her limits, much less her turn ons. With this in mind she suggested I use reddit to indulge my kinky side. I’ve decided to start a fresh account for this, largely so I don’t rush through typing it out (24 hours until you’re allowed to post) as I tend to do without any constraints.
Some of the stories will certainly not appeal to a wide audience but I’m putting them here for my own sake not yours, apologies in advance. Some of the stuff I’ve done is by my own admission, pretty fucking out there. But we’ll get there. As for today’s tale, it’s a little more traditional.*
My sexual experiences heading into uni were few and lacklustre. 3 boyfriends, 2 boys fucked, 0 orgasms provided. To say I was ready to go would have been somewhat of an understatement. The week I moved in to my house for the year (I didn’t get into dorms) was a challenging one. I’m not usually great at the whole being around functioning humans thing so forced interaction with a bunch of new people who by the way, I now have to live with, was my idea of hell.
[mf] [ff] Ultra: Breaking Point. Chapter 3: Giving in.
Howdy ya’ll. I’ve written a 20,000 word erotica novel inspired by obsession with Japanese hentai doujinshi, in particular, heroine-centric fare. I’m sharing with you a part of this CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE novel in hopes of generating interest and, frankly, I don’t know what else to do with it!
In *Ultra: Breaking Point*, Ultra is a powerful heroine living in the city of Comptown. She has been tasked by higher powers in protecting the city from all that would do it harm. Her strength is that of ten men, but even before acquiring her powers, she was fit, strong and a force to be reckoned with. Standing at 6’1 and 180 pounds of sleek, trim muscle, Anna Blane is a 22 year old college senior with a part time job. When she’s not in the gym, she’s on the streets fighting crime.
In her Ultra form, she’s covered head to toe in armor. Dark black and gray, with hints of deep purple; she’s an impenetrable force to be reckoned with, her pony tail hanging out of the back the only inclination of her gender.
The story of [M] and my Co-worker [F] [MF]
To give you guys a little background, I’m 34 year old and from Austria. Therefore, my native language is not English but German. So please don’t be too harsh on my grammar or typos. I do my best and am very sorry for every mistake you will find.
Where should I start? I guess at the beginning.
I work for a client in IT as a Software developer. In October 2017, a new girl started as a frontend developer. Somehow a cute redhead but nothing to special. Naturally, we had a lot to talk about, since we need to work together. Quickly a bit of a friendship evolved, which is always nice. We started to spend breaks with each other and had a lot more to discuss than work.
X-Mas party came and we got even closer. We danced and drank a lot we touched a lot, just gentle touches to the back of the hand, or shoulder or the arm nothing sexually really. We spent the night together until 5 am. That night was for me also the first night; I realized how hot she is. I “saw” her in her green dress for the first time, not as co-worker, but as a very sexy Lady. She displayed her A cup in such a perfect way and presented her unbelievable sexy curvy ass like nothing else.
Downtown debauchery: Anal in the alleyway [MF]
Down near Wall street about 2 years ago, late night, celebrating a friend’s promotion at an investment firm. Some fancy gala type thing nearby just let out, and some of them invaded the little pub we were in. Men in tuxedos, women all dressed in high end designer outfits and $1,000 heels. My buddy James (not the guy whose party it was) and I end up talking to two of the women who were clearly there after the event next door, without dates. Both in their mid-40’s, corporate V.P.’s or such. I tend to roll my eyes at the “resume and credentials” chit chat that usually happens in these crowds, but this was nothing of the sort, but rather it was flirty and aggressive by the ladies from the start. Jill is the one next to me, clearly on purpose based on how they slowly eyed us over and then approached. Tall, in shape, toned but not super skinny. Long jet black hair, tight and short red dress, studded Louboutins, oozing sexuality, already very drunk. After some banter among us 4, she’s touching me up and down my chest and legs under the bar, and daring me to do some shots, with all sorts of dirty wagers offered in a not so quiet whisper in my ear. I warn her that I’ve never lost a challenge like that, and she’s bound to regret it. After 4 tequilas and a Jameson chaser, she happily admits defeat, barely coherent, hands on my crotch above my pants, digging under my belt for more, mumbling in between drunken laughter that she wishes she could have me right there. I offer the bathroom, and we head that way. Small bar, long line. Major problem.
Downtown debauchery: Anal in the alleyway
Down near Wall street about 2 years ago, late night, celebrating a friend’s promotion at an investment firm. Some fancy gala type thing nearby just let out, and some of them invaded the little pub we were in. Men in tuxedos, women all dressed in high end designer outfits and $1,000 heels. My buddy James (not the guy whose party it was) and I end up talking to two of the women who were clearly there after the event next door, without dates. Both in their mid-40’s, corporate V.P.’s or such. I tend to roll my eyes at the “resume and credentials” chit chat that usually happens in these crowds, but this was nothing of the sort, but rather it was flirty and aggressive by the ladies from the start. Jill is the one next to me, clearly on purpose based on how they slowly eyed us over and then approached. Tall, in shape, toned but not super skinny. Long jet black hair, tight and short red dress, studded Louboutins, oozing sexuality, already very drunk. After some banter among us 4, she’s touching me up and down my chest and legs under the bar, and daring me to do some shots, with all sorts of dirty wagers offered in a not so quiet whisper in my ear. I warn her that I’ve never lost a challenge like that, and she’s bound to regret it. After 4 tequilas and a Jameson chaser, she happily admits defeat, barely coherent, hands on my crotch above my pants, digging under my belt for more, mumbling in between drunken laughter that she wishes she could have me right there. I offer the bathroom, and we head that way. Small bar, long line. Major problem.
My first two girl experience with my long time crush [MFF]
As is the case with most high school graduates, the summer before everyone went to college was a time to let loose and make memories of the “good old days.” One such lazy afternoon I was lucky enough to make some lasting memories. Me my and my friends Brian and Erin went over to our friend Amanda’s house one sunny afternoon. The combination of Amanda’s parents being out of town and the fact they had an amazing house made for what seemed to be a perfect day August day.
We had planned to just hang out and maybe hit the hot tub. The four of us were all real close and unbeknownst to the other two, Erin and I had a bit of a friends with benefits situation going on over the last month or so. It was nothing serious, just some fun.
Amanda greeted us in jean shorts, a bikini top and declared, “I’m making margaritas!” Perfect.
[Ff] When self-bondage changes hands. [bondage][bdsm]
She hated her body. 25 years old and it still looked 16. A 5’8″ schoolgirl with a platinum credit card and growing sex toy collection. Every visit to the liquor store meant producing ID. Every decadent lingerie trip meant re-measuring the 32B’s in case they’d grown. They hadn’t – but got treated as if they had.
It probably didn’t help that she kept makeup simple, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail more often than not and pussy lasered near fully bare – though that last one was a treat to herself for the Lazenby contract win – and who the hell else could see it so fuck it. She loved it when the lube got messy with her juices and she smeared it as she fucked herself. Latex gloves worked best, the slick surface pushing the wet over the smooth delivering such amazing sensations. Why shave all. the. time – laser it was.