Tag: Porn

Post marital sex [MF]

We grew up religious, and married as virgins. I adored her. She adored being adored. Still, we were incompatible, sexually and otherwise. She wanted a man who was alpha in the streets and tender loving in the sheets. Both the breadwinner and the floor sweeper (she was too much of a feminist to do housekeeping). I was the exact opposite. A shy nerd with academic dreams who got his ideas about sex from too much, too rough, porn.

Immature, entitled me thought that married life would at the very least start with a year long orgy of an all-you-can-eat, everything-you-want sex buffet, but all we managed were appetizers. I kept pushing for doing the things I saw in porn – spanking, oral, anal; but she was revolted and humiliated by the notion. Our sex life diminished.

Anal, specifically, became a big issue. I was obsessed with it, and felt she was giving me mixed messages about it – cooperating with some play, then angrily declining entry. She also agreed to try it twice, but we couldn’t get it in. So I kept trying and it became fodder for subsequent fights and justification for our disappearing sex life. Read more »

[FM] My Best Friend and my Owner [fdom] [huml] [reluc]

Keira was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. Her dress fell and touched on points of her to just indicate the soft curves beneath. She glanced to me when I came back in.

“Is everyone gone?”

“Yep. I just forgot my book.”

Keira had a sometimes sarcastic, sometimes faux-fed up, teasing tone that she used to rib you and joke with you. It was always barely concealing a layer of glee and affection–it was to show that she liked you enough to bother teasing you rather than being polite. It was immensely likable. In a blip of that tone she said, teasing, “Excuses for extra time with me.”

Which I knew was a joke, and not her actually requesting more time with me. It was late. We were tired. I laughed, picked up the book and turned back to the door. “Got it. Thanks again Keira, that was so, so fun hanging out with everyone.”

She’d turned from the sink and was grinning, “Ian, have you ever had a girlfriend?” *Teasing*. Read more »

“THE STRANGER SAT BESIDE ME” [mF, Airplane Exhibitionism] (Revised; 2,000+ Words)

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This happened to me when I was nineteen years old, while on a gruelling fourteen hour flight to London. I don’t recall what the in-flight movie was, but I remember not being particularly interested by it — it was something I dismissed as being *too childish*, likely. For all I knew at the time, I had a long and extra boring flight ahead of me. *(Reminder: At this time, phones weren’t the all-encompassing time-wasters they are now-a-days.)*

Instead of being with my family, I ended up sat beside a stranger for the duration of the flight, right at the very back of the plane. I don’t remember why this was; I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Point being, that was a first time for me. I’d never sat beside a stranger on an airplane flight before, although I’d flown many times. As a shy kid, these types of things can be intimidating. I sensed that there was some sort of *adult etiquette* which I was unaware of and failing to uphold. *Was I was meant to acknowledge their presence after take-off, maybe attempt small talk? Or should I just stare forward for the whole flight, pretending the seat beside me was empty?* Read more »

[M]y first time bottoming for another [M]an

Few years ago I was working as a tech for a server and data center parts manufacturer. I routinely made repair calls to some of our larger clients out of the immediate area, and would be put up in a hotel room with another associate until said repairs are done.

On this particular occasion I was fresh out of a hetero relationship, and wanted to get over it the best way I knew how.
After day one’s work is over it’s time to hit the bars. Tried a couple places but had no luck finding a girl so far. In my inebriated state of mind and needing to find some action before last call, I decide it’s a great night to explore my bi fantasies some more. I had given oral to a couple guys in the past, quick encounters whom I met online, but nothing more.
I turn to Google and find there’s a gay bear bar in walking distance. This is too perfect as that describes me, as well as the type of guy I am into. I down the rest of my drink and head out. Read more »

Morals or Money? [mF] [Inc] [Exh]

((This was written in the form of comments in r/DirtyWritingPrompts, which would explain the formatting and 10k character limit between the parts. But I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.))

**Prompt: Mom and son volunteer to be contestants on a controversial game Show, in which they must perform increasingly sexual acts for big cash prizes**

(Part 1)

“Uh oh, is Jimmy getting a boner?!”

A blaring alarm rang as red strobe lights bathed the set of Morals or Money?. The sound of the klaxon was drowned out only by the cheers of the studio audience. The charismatic but ultimately antagonistic host, Dale Dewitt, didn’t help as he egged the audience to be louder, waving his arms and pointing to the contestants. The cameras zoomed in to Jimmy’s face as his eyes clenched shut, then to the only article of clothing he had on: his boxer-covered crotch. It did indeed appear to suddenly look tighter. His mother was standing in front of him, her own eyes shut tight from embarrassment, as she stood bare-chested before her own son while he had his hands over her ample breasts. Read more »

Alison The Amazon [mF]

I was 19 at the time and home from uni on summer break. It was a hot July night and my stepmother, Julie, had her friend Ms. Stevens over for drinks and a swim. Now Mrs. Stevens was one hot milf. She was a divorcee without any kids. So technically, she was a cougar instead of a milf but you get the point. She was slightly older than my stepmother. If I had to estimate I would have said 46 but looked ten years younger. She was, as my grandfather would say: a tall glass of water with legs that went all the way to the floor. She was about 6 feet tall, solidly built woman with a tremendous set of D cups, a curvy 165 pounds. A true amazon with long red hair and blue eyes. She was very tan. I was upstairs in my room watching them lounge in the pool on and off from behind the shear curtains of a window.

At about 9 o’clock my stepmother calls out my name. She is a bit impatient if you don’t answer right away. So I get up and opened the window that faced the pool in my room and stuck my head out. Read more »

A Helping Hand From an Old Friend [MF] [Cheating]

The sun had not long set on a bitterly cold Winter’s day that I’d spent the entirety of lounging around my empty apartment aching for something to do. It was the university break, and I’d grown sick and tired of watching TV shows, playing video games, and attempting to start writing the same novel over and over again. All of my friends were busy with work, relationships, or other tedious commitments, and my girlfriend was a thousand miles away, on the other side of the country holidaying with her best friend. I checked my fridge to find I was well stocked on beers, but before resorting to drinking on my own, I decided to scroll through the “Online” portion of my Facebook Messenger app and see who I could possibly invite over. Read more »

[MM]Bob and Bill, best friends forever

3:55, the clock read, as Bob pulled into his parking spot a 3 minute walk away from the 5 Lakes restaurant. He was just on time to work.

“Totally radical dude”, he mumbled to himself under his breath. Which is how he always talked to himself, apparently. And he made his way to the restaurant.

Walking inside, he saw his best friend in the whole wide world; Bill. Bill’s parents wanted to name him Ryan, but his parents decided against it because Bill’s mother was gripped with with a sudden random paranoia that one day their son would be the subject of an erotic friendfiction, and if he was named Ryan it would somehow get the author in trouble with the HR department. It made no sense to Bill’s father, but he went along with it anyway, and that’s how Bill became Bill.

Bill and Bob were best friends primarily because they got along so well together, but a part of it was that Bob’s mother had a similar fit of hysteria when he was born. He was supposed to be named Ian, but his mom was suddenly gripped with this irrational friendfiction paranoia, and he was named Bob instead. Read more »

Tales of a Lifestyle Couple…..Part 3

27. She lost her virginity at the age of 16 to a 27 y/o man. What/How the fuck? She told me finally a few days after our last sexcapade. She seemed to be growing a bit more confident in talking about sex. I guess in Michigan the age of consent back then was 16? (Not sure what it even is now) This guy was lifeguard at the community pool they used to go to in the summer. She said she fucked him several times but none were memorable and certainly none that were orgasmic. So, in my mind right off I’m thinking, no, I’m knowing, I have a closet slut no matter how shy she is! She also told me she had something to tell me…..well two things. She went to the Dr. and got on Birth Control and last night she gave her BF a blow job, a first ever for the square fucker. I asked her how it went and she said he wanted to fuck like usual at work, quicky style but it is that time of the month. She said sometimes she gives him a hand job but it sometimes takes too long but she couldn’t wait to give him her new found love of sucking cock. He lasted all of 2 minutes, and his cum got on her work T-shirt lol. She said she couldn’t deep throat him like she could me (bonus for the smaller cocked man!) but she loved it. She seemed freaked out like where the hell did that cum come from. I said, “now you are almost a pro” to which she smiled. I made her lunch before she went to school. I told her my friend from school was coming to stay with me on Friday for the weekend. She asked a few questions about him then went to school. Read more »

Requested story. Girl gets increasingly enticed by money and the alluring photographer next door.

Growing up in a trailer park, I always felt like I was expected to act a certain way. And not exactly In a good way. Most girls were already pregnant by the time they were 13 or 14. I wasn’t very popular with the other kids in the park, I spent most of my time studying, reading or doing homework, all of which I did on the computer.

I never pursued any of them, but I was never unaware of my looks. Boys and even men had flirted with me and tried to make moves with me since I first hit puberty. I always kind of liked the attention, but was to shy and nervous to act on it.

I was about 5 and some change feet tall, and I had bleach blond hair that I hated, but kept as my mom would insist it’s what boys liked. I got boobs pretty early on, and by the time I was 16 I was sitting at a solid C cup. I quit the year before, but I used to run track in school and because of that I was left with an extremely tight and pert butt. I know all this because it’s often shouted at my from porches on my walk home from school. I try to ignore them, and I say I hate it, but there’s always a part of me, somewhere in the back of my head that likes it and insists I keep wearing short shorts and low cut tops. Read more »