A dare for my husband [FM]

I’ve been talking about the dares my husband had for me, but apparently people wanted to hear about the ones I had back for him. After my dress ripping, I had some ideas to get back at him and sprung them on him last night.

We went back and forth talking a bit, he almost always chooses truth because he’s a wuss. But, if I start with, “Oooh, Truth or Daaaare?” And I say it the right way, he’ll realize there is something there and choose dare.

“I’m going to dress you up the way I want, and you’re going to go to that sex shop down the street and ask in detail for the best strap on.”

He looked worried for a minute, but then resolute, “Okay, fair.”

We went upstairs and I laid out a pair of sheer thigh highs that probably won’t fit him, see through black lace panties, my first sexy bra I ever bought which was way too small for me now, but I kept for sentimental reasons, and my black choker. There’s no way my heels would fit him, so he’d have to wear his nice work shoes.

Holiday Three-Way [MFF] [prost] [bd]

“Are you ready for your favorite holiday tradition, my love?” asked the sexiest, most loving voice in the world?

“I’m ready, Erin,” replied an excited Benjamin Alanzo. “I’m so goddamn ready!”

“I can see that,” she laughed. “You’re more excited than usual.”

“What can I say? I’m full of Christmas spirit!”

Ben laughed along with his beautiful wife, Erin. He couldn’t help but be a little giddy. It was Christmas Eve. It was snowing outside. Tomorrow morning, they were going to spend the day with his parents where they would open presents, drink eggnog, and celebrate the holiday. However, that was only his second favorite tradition. His most favorite was just about to unfold.

“Um…can we take the blindfold off now?” said another female voice that sounded more humored than excited.

“Sure! I think we’ve kept him waiting long enough,” said Erin playfully. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Is that also part of the tradition?”

“It is, actually. Go ahead! Share it with us.”

The other woman sounded both curious and intrigued. That was to be expected. He and Erin understood that their idea of a “holiday tradition” varied considerably compared to most married couples. Whereas some visited grandparents or baked gingerbread cookies, he and Erin opted for something a little kinkier.

Meeting a high-class escort for a nylon footjob [MF] [M30, F22]

I was staying in London for 2 nights last week. The first night I was out with friends, while the second I planned to relax in the hotel. Unfortunately for me, on day 2 I attended a meeting with a client, and one of his colleagues attended. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. A sleek, fitted black suit, black patent heels, and grey opaque tights. My eyes were falling to her legs far too regularly. I thought she must have noticed. Her face was a pretty sight – she couldn’t have been older than 25 – but her legs were the real draw for me. I sat in the meeting fantasising about fucking her feet in those tights.

After the meeting, I went to another meeting, but still couldn’t get her out of my head. The tights were matte grey, and beautifully accentuated her toned legs. She had really slim thighs and small, slim feet. Her blonde hair was perfectly set and her smile was infectious. It had been a long time from a girl had such an immediate effect on me. I knew I had no chance – her boss is one of my biggest clients, and, well…how does one approach a woman and say, “will you please give me a footjob?” It’s just not the done thing.

BRUTE- A DISGUSTING FANTASY

1…..the first fuck…

On a rainy day of September Taylor Swift was masterbating in her shower. Fingering her wet slimy cunt like a whore.
…Aah.
….ooh.
……aah.
………..Aah.
oh………………… oh.
……………..ahhhhhh.

Coincidentally, I was also taking a shower at the same time. It was the time of the billions of years, a wierd position of space and time when the universe act wierd. It was then our two path got connected with the weirdest natural phenomenon. Two of our shower became one single place.

it was Taylor.
Taylor Swift.
In front of me. touching herself, thinking she was all alone, in her own shower. the eyes of her were close, so she didn’t have a clue. it was a paradise watching her enjoying herself by finguring her wet beautiful pussy. she was going to come, when she opened her eyes and noticed me.

She was in shocked finding herself in a strange place with a strange someone. I tried to comfort her to make her realise everything is Okay but reality is different. she fricked out. I tried to hold her against me but she replied ,
stop.
stop.
Don’t touch me.
Stay away. You brute. Where the hell am I!! Who.are. you?

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.