I had sex with a prostitute for the first time in the Red light district Germany, and it was surprisingly amazing! [MF]

I am writing this because I want to share my experience with you. There are not so many of these post as I searched for them. it was really stressful for me so maybe there are some others that want to do it for any reason and find this story helpful. Also, I am sharing it here as I can not share it with anybody else in real life because of Judgments.

And Also I am really shy and never done that before or even never did some one night stand. I was always with mid to long-term girlfriends. this experience for me is still unbelievable, that is so not me doing these stuff. But I wanted to experience it and I did.

I had a trip to Karlsruhe, Germany and I was staying close to the Red light district (Eros-Center) of the city just for 2 days. Before going there I had this plan to probably do it because I haven’t had sex in 2 months and I have a really high Libido. That was my first time I wanted to sleep with a prostitute. So the night I went out and Walked to the street. First round I just passed the street and I was thinking if I should do it or just get back to the Hotel. There were other guys coming and going and watching the girls together or alone, in all ages, young, old, but It was OK as everybody was there for the same reason and not awkward at all.

Answered a craigslist ad from a guy willing to suck off straight guys, got more than I bargained for [MM]

*NOTE: I posted this story once before years ago on a different account. But I deleted that account and have since made a new one. I want to tell this and a few other stories and figure I should do it all from one account.*

I should preface this story by saying that I am straight, generally, and had never been with a guy before this story. This was a few years ago, when I was 24, living in New York City and dating a girl long-distance.

My girlfriend and I had been together for a few years, since college, but an amazing opportunity took her to another city for two years. I found myself on the Greyhound a lot and, when I wasn’t with her, often sexually frustrated–especially as I saw all my friends living it up as single guys in their twenties in NYC.

I came into a mayo jar and my flatmate had some

This is a throwaway account btw.

I was 18. I just moved into this flat near my uni so that I was close to school. My highschool years put me in a very… adventurous lifestyle. I was basically running a whole prostitution business, with me being the prostitute. I adored cum. I loved my own, I loved another guys, trap’s, shemales, etc. I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. So over a month, whenever I jacked off, I’d release my cum into a 2L bottle (usually an emptied bottle of cock or water, changes every month), then drink it or play with it on the last day. Sadly, this year: I chose a mayo jar.

My flat mate (m) was very hungry on the 31st of October. He had just finished doing his assignment and said he NEEDED a sandwich like his life depended on it. (I had left the bottle downstairs as I was filming myself jack off on snapchat). He got his slices of bread, placed his bologna carefully, and went to grab the mayo. He poured a usual amount of ‘mayo’ onto his sandwich and placed the two slices onto the sandwich.

The Nanny, Part 2 (Cynthia)

I thought it was a dream. Or more like a nightmare.

But it wasn’t.

I woke up the next day with the vision of him hovering over me, the feeling of him inside me, and the taste of his tongue in my mouth. And on my clit.

Fucking monster.

*I’ll leave. I’ll go. I’ll pack my things and go straight to the police.
He raped me. He fucking raped me.*

The more I thought about it, the more enraged I became. I didn’t sign up for this shit. I should have punched him in the face and clawed his eyes out; I wanted to grab a knife from the kitchen and cut out his raping heart.

The door to my room pushed open. It was Joel, sweet Joely. He jumped on my bed and wrapped his pudgy arms around my neck, showering me with kisses and melting away the anger.

“Cynthia, can we go to the sprinklers today? I want to go, just you and me.”

I ruffled his dark blond curls. “Sure. We can do anything you want today. But we can’t leave Cassie behind. She’ll be sad.”

Roughly Forbidden [MF] [prost] [rough]

“I like it rough.”

There was once a time when a woman could say those words with a straight face and nobody would think much of it. They might see her as kinky tastes, but she wouldn’t be ridiculed for it. However, those days were long gone and Jessica Jermaine was too young to remember them.

At 28-years-old, she lived in a very different world. Everyone was so careful. Every intimate act, sexual or otherwise, was carried out with a level of vigilance that felt so comical in principle, but no one dared laugh. One wrong move became a single act of recklessness. A single act brought accusations. Accusations brought condemnation. Not all of it was of the legal variety, but it was sufficient to keep everyone on their toes.

“I shouldn’t have to do this,” Jessica said to herself as she sat anxiously at the foot of her hotel bed, “but that’s the world we live in. I don’t like it, but it’s too late to change it.”

[MF] Fulfilling my wife’s biggest sexual fantasy.

Chapter 1 – Her heart’s desire.

This year we celebrated both my wife’s 50th birthday and our 25th wedding anniversary… on the same day!!! I have been so fortunate that my wife Pamela was so gracious that she picked her birthday to be our wedding day…so I will never forget. She is as beautiful today as the day I married her but love her so much more.
For my wife’s birthday we took a trip to Italy. During a beautiful night in Tuscany, we sat in the veranda of our rented villa, and reflected back on our life together. The only regret we had was we never had kids, we were unable to. But other than that, life has been good to us. We have been blessed.

I asked my wife what she wanted for our future and without hesitation she answered “More adventures”. I raised my glass to toast her and as we drank I caught her giving me a weird look.
I put my drink down and looked at her quizzically. She knew why and she smiled.

“You did not let me finish.” She said, as she took a long sip of her wine. She took a breath and then continued.

Something new. [MF] [Prost] [Anal]

‘What do you mean stale?’ Isabella shouted across the bedroom. She emerged from the bathroom, tying up her thick black hair with the ferocity someone might use to load a shotgun. Michael kept his bright, cool eyes on Isabella’s, such a dark brown they nearly looked black against her pupils. He spoke in his slow, measured way, as Isabella changed into scuffy pyjamas, the nice underwear she was planning on wearing, discarded to the en suite floor.

‘Honey-bunny….’ He started, before, with a hiss of breath, Isabella raised an index finger, ‘Don’t you use pet names on me!’

Michael waited a beat, and then continued, ‘It’s not you. I just want to try something new, something different.’

Isabella had been tightly wound, ready to respond to any personal attack, but as usual, Michael’s careful, easy responses disarmed her anger, and left her feeling rather foolish. She moved forward in silence and sat on the edge of their bed. Michael couldn’t help but gaze, even with her hair tied back with a bright purple scrunchie, her usually elaborate makeup removed, and dressed in an old T-shirt and some shorts, she still radiated beauty and warmth.

Something new [MF] [Prost] [Anal]

‘What do you mean stale?’ Isabella shouted across the bedroom. She emerged from the bathroom, tying up her thick black hair with the ferocity someone might use to load a shotgun. Michael kept his bright, cool eyes on Isabella’s, such a dark brown they nearly looked black against her pupils. He spoke in his slow, measured way, as Isabella changed into scuffy pyjamas, the nice underwear she was planning on wearing, discarded to the en suite floor.

‘Honey-bunny….’ He started, before, with a hiss of breath, Isabella raised an index finger, ‘Don’t you use pet names on me!’

Michael waited a beat, and then continued, ‘It’s not you. I just want to try something new, something different.’

Isabella had been tightly wound, ready to respond to any personal attack, but as usual, Michael’s careful, easy responses disarmed her anger, and left her feeling rather foolish. She moved forward in silence and sat on the edge of their bed. Michael couldn’t help but gaze, even with her hair tied back with a bright purple scrunchie, her usually elaborate makeup removed, and dressed in an old T-shirt and some shorts, she still radiated beauty and warmth.

The Arcade [MF] [Oral] [Prostitution]

Brett turns off the engine and releases a deep breathe. Cold rain beats heavily on the windshield, and without the constant breath of the defroster, the windows have already started to fog.

The interior of the car is bathed in neon red light from the sign above the storefront. It flashes “Adult Arcade” incessantly.

It’s really come to this. Brett thinks back on his last three years at college. Mediocre grades. Unlucky in love to the say the least. Now with finals looming, he was as stressed as he’d ever been.

A friend had suggested a “Night at the Arcade” to unwind. It was a common phrase around the dorms and frat houses of VSU. Even Brett, who’d never been, knew that it had become infamous as a haven for no-string-attached release.

“Booth #1”, his friend had said with a knowing wink.

Brett takes the keys from the ignition and hurries towards the door, managing to get soaked in the process. An electronic chime announces his entry.

The room is bathed in harsh fluorescent lighting and covered wall-to-wall with dingy grey, high-traffic carpeting. Brett tries not to think about what the misshapen stains are. From behind the counter a middle aged clerk gives him a smile and a nod.

I’ve been hiring escorts / models for sex and GFEs [MF]

For the past few years, I’ve been hiring escorts to spend time and sleep with me.

I’d say that I’m average looking, had plenty of girlfriends, and could hold down a relationship. But that’s if I wanted to invest that time and energy. I have a super stressful job, and constantly travel. So I found that hiring an escort or prostitute was much more easier than a girlfriend. Yes, I know it’s illegal, and some same immoral.

It started when I was traveling for work, and was approached by this bombshell at the hotel bar. I thought she was interested in me, but I put two and two together, and figured out she was an escort. She was very attractive, and was willing, so when she stated her price, I agreed and took her to my room. The thing was that… it was really convenient and easy. No drama, no relationships, no guilty feelings about being focused on my job.

Since that first time, I was interested in hiring women. At first I’d look at escorting agencies or backpages, but most were very shady. I’d expect one woman to arrive, but there was a bait and switch, and another less attractive woman arrived. Or I would try to scout a hotel bar, but it’s not really easy to distinguish escorts from ‘regular’ women.