I [NB] traded firsts with my hookup [NB] after a long pandemic-related dry spell

After almost two years without a hookup, I was pretty damn excited when I clicked with someone I met on a dating app and we quickly started making plans to meet up. Like me, Lex was nonbinary and bi, and ready to get down to business. They shared that they’d had partners before but never anyone with a penis and really wanted to bottom for the first time, which I was more than happy to help out with. I mentioned that while I’d had a fair number of hookups, I’d never had anyone actually finish in my mouth and as long as I was justifying a certain amount of acceptable risk for COVID (though we’re both fully vaxed) I might as well take the plunge and get my first taste of someone else’s cum. Needless to say, we were both pretty eager to meet and check off a couple of “firsts”.

Hired by the husband but I turned the tables on him [F36][mff]

Hey girls and boys here I am again with a story of a while back.

So as some of you know (people who read my previous posts or who follow me). I used to be in the business. Not the window but more high-class. You know the deal, not cheap. But still I had my share of lowlife and I had standards. So I always made sure to meet the person in a public place first so I could see who and what I was dealing with.

Now this particular instance I was hired by a couple for their anniversary and they wanted to try something new. I was intrigued and set up the meet at a high class restaurant.

I put on my classy outfit, stilleto red heels a nice leather tube skirt, a white shirt buttoned up high enough to cover everything but low enough to leave some nice cleavage. I looked powerful and classy just how I like it.

A kinky, gentle femdom session takes a surprising switch [MF]

This very hot sequence of events happened this past weekend, and I’m writing it down here primarily so I have a place to go back and remember the details. If the rest of you enjoy it, all the better! The story begins a few paragraphs down, if you want to skip the exposition.

My fiance [25F] and I [30M] have been together five years (just got engaged this year), and occasionally get in the mood to do some casual bdsm. I’ve got the higher libido, but she’s definitely the wilder one. Before I met her I had tried a bit of rough sex here and there, but had never done anything considered “kinky.” She was into bdsm and had a history as a sub. She asked me pretty soon after we started dating if I’d try it out. I cautiously said yes, and tried my hand at being a daddy dom. Turned out, I loved it! We took it slow, and our play would usually be on the lighter side (her pain tolerance is not that high), but I really enjoyed it. I did some “thorough” online research and worked to learn more. As most couples, we go through more vanilla phases… but when one of us was in the mood for something a little spicier all we’d have to do was pull out the cuffs!

Of Domination & Felching [M/M, dragon/wyrin x human, oral, anal, felching, fetish, domination/submission, public, erotica] (AmethystMare)

Kyrrai is roughly and lustfully pounded by the wyrin, Drogoz…

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Kyrrai sweated heavily, the training area around him and Drogoz the wyrin familiar. His muscles ached, black hair hanging across his face, though that was merely as it had come loose from where he’d had it tied back. His trainer and master, Drogoz, grinned widely, thought the dragon-type wyrin had, to be fair to him, warmed to Kyrrai over the last year. That was something, at least, though Kyrrai had not thought that he would get anything more from the wyrin than a huge piece of meat under his tail, fucked raw until sunrise.

“Not bad,” Drogoz rumbled, inclining his blocky horns. “But you still cannot defeat me.”

It was stated cockily, as if it was still a triumph to the dragon to take his win in every battle. Kyrrai could not remember a time when he had won, though that was why he was in training under Drogoz. The wyrin with his anthro-type body and huge, cannonball shoulders boasted far more prowess that, honestly, he thought he could ever own. But he was willing to try, especially when he was serving under the dragon, fucking every night, grunting, moaning, his arse now willingly accepting the wyrin.

Fuckin In the Party Tree [MF][MTF][girldick][anal][elf][nymph]

The story features a girl with a dick. If you aren’t into that, this isn’t the story for you. Hope you all enjoy. I have more stories on my profile!

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Selebria’s home was called the Party Tree for a reason. For the parties. She threw one every weekend, sometimes all weekend. She never drank herself- nymphs can’t get drunk anyway- but she loved the dancing and the music and the socializing. Tonight the Party Tree was absolutely pounding with the wildest elven music she could provide, and she looked down proudly on her party. As a nymph she was similar to the tree she belonged to: a massive hollow red willow. Her skin was pale bronze and her hair was long, leaved willow branches that draped delicately down her back and shoulders in deep crimson strands. Several people found this attractive. She’d already refused two men and a woman tonight. She was waiting for someone in particular.

My first trans experience [fm]

Hey. I would like to share my story on my first experience with a trans women (mtf). I am not cultured in what words are offensive, so if I say something offensive I am very sorry.

So I am 19 year old male. I am bi, and recently have been liking bottoming. I have had some past experiences bottoming some good, some bad. But recently I have been enjoying it. Also I have also had a thing for trans women. Especially ones that top… anyway one night I was looking at profile on a dating app and I came across a girl 3 miles away. Her profile said she was only visiting for a couple days. Also she said that she was verse and wanted to be worshiped.

A Femdom and Her “Turkish Delight”

Healthy submissive relationship, this was not…there was too much pleasure to be had. Like the calorie counter de-railing on their own diet, I had succumbed again and paid for a visit to her shop tonight. A quiet little place out of town, paved the whole way. I needed the release.

Let me explain some history first. It was there, I would meet her for years to come, but I didn’t know that then. These were my first few weeks of exploration, the virgin days, of the beginning.

A single light from the road marked the house. It was hardly on the map. No one could hear me for miles in my outcries and pleasure with my femdom. I was totally safe to be myself and she seemed so genuine. It was ideal.

Like the starchy, sweet bites of Turkish Delight candy, sessions with her felt so delectable. Like a boy toy…alone with her all the way out here. She tasted and felt so good each time we met. She made it clear she was the priority. She kept me in line almost every time. I was there to be told what to do and surrender to her will.

“MINE” [MF]

My girlfriend (F32) and I (M33) have been together for a little bit and I have to say she makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world. She goes by L here and I go by Z. In addition to being gorgeous, and perfectly tiny at 5’2” (I’m 5’9”), she has the most intense sex drive of anyone I’ve ever met. Outside of our frequent intimate sessions she is unquestionably the sweetest, most loving, loyal and caring woman I have ever met. In my mind she’s as perfect as a woman could be. You can find pictures and videos of us on this account.

We spend most our time together exploring every bit of each other that we can think of, from throat fucking, to piss play, butt plugs, prostate play, collars, gags, etc. She begs for a good creampie at least twice a day, and I’m more than happy to oblige. Like I said. I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

Motel in Somewhere

#domination #groups #sissy #trans #mistress #blowjob #anal #lgbtq #kissing

“Don’t worry. I don’t really have any plans. It should be a pretty chill night :)”

That was the last text I got from you before I pulled up to the hotel in the city I forget the name of. You said we would meet at a hotel room and then probably get some food and maybe a drink then just have a nice calm night in the room. Rest up and prepare for the playing we would most certainly get up to for the next couple days in wherever we are.

When I open the door to the room though, you’re already sitting on the bed looking like you’ve got something else in mind.

“Sissy! You’re late… But I’m glad you made it.”

You are wearing a red leather jacket with a lacy black lingerie underneath, a black leather skirt and a sheer black pair of tights. And those heels.

“Late? I’m not sure…”

You cock your head at me.

“Yes I’m sorry mis…”

You point your whip at me. “On your knees. Welcome me”

A Question of Sexuality (MMF)

So I had this experience and I’m still trying to decide if it means I’m gay or not.

Alright, that’s too simplistic. I mean, I clearly love pussy. I love the way it tastes, the way it looks, the way it feels–dark pink, light pink, big lips, little lips, mini-dick sized clits, little button clits buried in the folds of their own little hoodies, hair, no hair . .it doesn’t matter to me. I love them all.

At this point you are probably thinking “Oh ho! My lady doth protest too much!’– ‘cept I’m not a lady and this isn’t really a protest as much as it is an explanation as to why my gay-confusion (gayfusion?) has manifested all of a sudden. Because people who know exactly what they are feeling always need to explain themselves, right?

So this story starts with me–a very normal thirty something. Like normal in pretty much every way physically possible. Six foot, 200 lbs, very little of it actual muscle. A few vanity tattoos on my legs. Respectable six inch dick, brown air, blue eyes. Not a hottie McHotHot, but not the bottom of the Y-chromosome barrel either.