Vicious Intent Part Two: Millie (23f) Aides a Misguided Virgin (19m)

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After a couple days on the road, studying the doctor’s book, she became disenchanted with the possibilities. “All the ingredients are so rare! And almost all of these require dead people! Only a doctor could afford this!” she thought to herself flipping through the prep list for all the experiments.

She thought maybe if she found one she really liked she could use her next victim to make it, but her chances of getting all the prepwork done and the expensive ingredients together would be slim. She thought maybe about the zombie servant, the book calls for fresh body parts. If she were the one to kill someone then all their body parts would be fresh and she could bring them back to life. The rest of the recipe called for an electrolyte bath consisting mostly of potassium and zinc, four copper plates, and two very rare ingredients: Halsburgh oak bloodroot and an oath crystal.

I let him AMA in person (part 2) [F]

Please make sure you go back and read part 1 for the background and run up.

Ok, where were we. Right, test is over, spring break has arrived.

He and I made plans as to when, the location being my place. We had to wait a few more days, but it meant I would have the house to myself, so we could be open, and unfiltered, and wouldn’t have to worry about people listening in. Though in hindsight, if we would have talked at a public place where people might be walking by every now and again, that could have made it even more exciting. The day arrived, he had planned on coming over just after breakfast, and the plan was we would just sit and talk with no time frame in mind. The conversation would take us where it would, and if it took all day, that was fine.

(M50) (F19) mf my daughter is on an escort site

About a week ago I was browsing my local escort site. I usually book girls in the 30s-50s as I prefer older women. But as I was scrolling I saw a 19 year old blonde girl I recognised. Clicking on the profile and triple checking the photos I realised it was indeed my daughter. I knew she ‘danced’ fir money but never knew she was a outright prostitute. I’ll admit she is sexy. And I was fucking horny. I checked her hourly rate and it wasn’t bad so I sent her a msg and requested 2 hours. I started at the message for about 5 minutes before I clicked send. She responded 10 minutes later saying she was free and that she could host. I asked for the address despite already knowing. Then she gave me a date. That dates today this afternoon. I fucking shitting it.

The human Futapede [weird, intersex, horror]

The Human Futapede

A two meter tall priestess with long, white hair came into the lab of a crazed genius. Behind the loose, long lab-coat a pair of D cups hid a large cleavage. The priestess made the scientist an offer she could not refuse. She started working on the priestess’ plan the very next day.

A woman was strapped down to a surgical table. She was half-conscious and her eyes looked empty. The scientist took a syringe and injected the woman’s blood with a fluorescent liquid through her vagina. The priestess showed up shortly after.

She was ready to play her part in the plan. The straps holding the woman were loosened. The body of the prostitute was slightly hanging down the table, while the priestess got undressed and let her throbbing penis pop out from between her legs. She immediately penetrated the woman from behind.

The large penis penetrating her vagina made her suddenly regain consciousness and was about to flee, but the priestess grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards in a quick motion. It only took a few minutes. The priestess pushed her dick into the vagina which was tightened by fear and in a

(True story) My (F20’s) first time at an erotic massage place

I write erotic fiction but, whenever possible, I try to draw inspiration from real life events.
[One of my stories was about friends accidentally going to an erotic massage](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1054ioe/i_m30_accidentally_went_to_an_erotic_massage_and/) and I got quite a few questions on how much of it was real.
So I will fight the urge to go all fiction-writer with this one, to keep it 100% facts.
Here’s what happened:

I really enjoy spas. Going for massages, skin care, saunas…
One day, I was trying to find a different type of massage (something new and unique I hadn’t tried yet) and I ran into this thing called a “tantric massage”.
I’ll fast forward through this part cause nobody wants to hear about Google Search. Or about how it inevitably became Pornhub Search. The end result is: tantric massage is an erotic massage with masturbation… and I was curious as fuck to try that out.
I looked up a bunch of places online and quickly found out 3 things:
1 – There are a LOT of scams. Places with low credibility that will pretend to offer a massage service but are actually just a front for prostitution; or just a flat out regular massage for 8x the price because someone chose to call it “tantric”.
2 – There are a LOT of people just trying to fuck you. Swing parties, sex clubs, couples looking for a third… all of these can disguise as “Tantric Massages”
3 – The actual true massages are usually given by therapists, and they are more in the meditation-try-to-know-yourself vibe than in the I-am-so-horny-right-now vibe. It’s a therapy in a sense, not a quickie.
The spa had a list of therapists with a quick description of their experiences and their photos (which I appreciated). I was 20, almost 21 at the time and I chose to have a male therapist as that made me more comfortable.
You set a time.
You show up.
It’s like a normal spa all the way.
The therapist comes, introduces himself.
He was very kind, polite and professional.
I was taken to the room where the massage would happen and it was all very… bhuddist? The decour, the smells, the background music. There was a mat on the floor (very cozy one) with pillows, but I was sat at a comfortable couch while the therapist explained to me what would happen.
I know I said I wouldn’t let the fiction writer take over, but if I promise to be as real as my memory will let me, would you forgive me for some dialogues?
“First” he tells me “You’ll have to take off all your clothes. This isn’t like the massages you’d normally have, where you can keep a bikini on or a towel over you. You’ll be naked for this. Then I will touch you. On your tits. On your pussy. And you will love it like a good gir…” nah, he didn’t say that.
That was my bad. Imagination got carried away.
Ok, I’ll behave.
I promise.
What he actually said was “You’ll have to take off your clothes. You can have a shower before the massage, if you want. Then you will lay down on that mat and the massage will happen in two parts. Part One is a normal massage all over your body. Part Two is the massage given to your genitals and I usually don’t recommend that for first timers… It’s better if you already have experience with Part One, previously. But if you’re comfortable with that now, we can do both parts”
Darlings of mine, I didn’t pay all that money and come all that way to have a sexual massage minus the sexual.
So I said:
“I’m comfortable. I’d rather have both parts”
To which he replied with some version of “ok”.
He shows me the oils he’ll use and explains he’ll have to touch me everywhere, and because he has to be clear he adds:
“That means your breasts and vagina, specially on the second part of the massage”
To which I replied with some version of “bring it on”.
The two last things he did before we started:
1 – He showed me the vibrator he’d use on Part Two.
It was a wired bullet powered by eight batteries. I have NEVER found that monstrosity in a sex shop anywhere in my life and believe me I’ve looked. Besides the real thing, that bullet was the best item to ever touch my body.
2 – He asked me not to use words during the massage. Moaning was encouraged, as long as it wasn’t done through words. Like “ohh” and “ahh” are fine. “Fuck, baby” and “yes, daddy, right there” are not.
I already showered before leaving home but by then I was feeling a little too self aware so I showered again.
I had a robe for 2 seconds, but then it was gone and I was naked walking around a room in front of a complete stranger, which (not going to lie, my friends) was a little hot.
I say “a little” because unlike erotica… sometimes when that stuff happens in real life you are so nervous that you can’t fully be turned on by it.
So in retrospect I find it very hot. But at that moment I was a little like “oh god, what am I doing?”
I lay down. Close my eyes and the first part of the massage goes by easy.
It was very different.
Massages usually involve a lot of pressure and squeezing, this one was… the opposite?
The best way I can describe it is: it’s a massage done mostly with fingertips.
Brushing by your body. Soft and slow. Like a tickle.
Like the therapist is trying to trick your brain into thinking about sex.
Here, I’ll help you picture it: Imagine you just fucked someone. You are still naked in bed together, trying to catch your breaths. Then you turn to each other with that sly intimite smile and you cuddle. You are in each other’s arms. Whispering softly, noses almost touching. You know that moment? You feel it? Now picture your hands. What are your hands doing at that moment? You are hugging them and your hands just… kind of… brush? Up and down. Casually. Comfortably. Feeling the warmth on their skin.
That’s a lot like what the massage felt like.
Like I was being caressed by a lover after sex.
Only… since I didn’t just have sex and my libido is just dandy, it started to turn me on pretty hard.
There was some preassure and squeezing to it as well, but it was very mild compared to what massages usually are.
Specially because that man was touching me everywhere.
Nipples, ass, nothing was off limits.
His hands were always warm and there was a lot of oil and I could feel myself getting very extremely turned on.
Then the second part of the massage came around.
I was laying on my back and he pulled my knees up before slowly letting them fall to the sides. Like a gynecologist would do, you know? If a gynecologist did her thing on a mat on the floor with an eight batteries dildo.
He started the massage with his hands and fingers.
And this bit… it was fucking heaven.
I know I speak for a lot of women when I say that clit action is far better than penetration for most of us, so take a second to appreciate what it would be like to have a professional playing with your clit.
And I’m not talking about a male prostitute who knows how to have sex… I am talking about a man who’s been specializing in the art of masturbation so thoroughly that people pay him for that alone. Someone who’s turned hand jobs into a form of meditation.
It was amazing good.
And that was before he started using the bullet.
Cause let me tell you: you can feel every single one of those eight batteries.
Now here comes the problem:
That was my first time having a massage like that. I was completely naked, legs spread open in front of a stranger… so it was a little hard to turn my brain off.
On one hand the massage was absolutely delicious.
On the other hand I was too nervous and self aware.
So that added up to orgasm denial real fucking quick.
I’d get more and more turned on. I’d feel my body going all the way to the edge and as I was standing there, waiting for that final push to tip me over… I’d get in my head and the orgasm would slip between my fingers.
But he was a pro with a powerful tool, so on I went again.
To the brink.
And back.
So many fucking times my body started to hurt. I was still a bit inexperienced at the time, I had no idea orgasm denial could hurt like that.
Like I’d just been in a fight.
And lost.
My stomach hurt. My muscles. My vagina. My breasts.
It hurt on the surface, like a bruise. But also inside, like a disease.
And then he unintentionally taught me the best lesson I ever had in sex: the importance of breathing.
It’s very common, right? You get really close to orgasm and you hold your breath. It’s so intense you can’t even think about breathing. Or is that just me?
So he encouraged me to moan.
Not breathe, mind you.
Moan.
And I did.
I kept moaning and moaning. Loud. Natural. In despair.
All that moaning controlled my breathing somehow, which helped with the nerves.
And that’s when orgasm hit me. I say “hit” because that’s what it felt like: a punch to the chest that robs you of all your breath.
A wave of relief so powerful that brings tears to your eyes.
“Moan, Violet, c’mon” he’d say, breathing out almost like he was moaning with me.
I followed him.
And… I orgasmed again?
At first, I wasn’t sure it was happening. I thought maybe it was just the first one still lingering. But I kept moaning and as soon as the orgasm was over, I felt another one overcoming it.
It was like a ladder. Every time one of the orgasms would be over, I’d feel another one building up and taking me higher than the one before, to the point where I had no air left in my lungs to keep moaning. So I just had my mouth open in a silent scream, tears running down my cheeks and these waves of relief taking over me getting closer and closer together until they sufocated me.
When it was over, I felt this absolute empty.
Not in a bad way!
My mind was void of anything.
My body felt like a shell.
I could barely move.
I couldn’t think.
He gave me some time to… survive it? Before I could get dressed and sit back on the couch so we could talk and he could make sure I was ok.
I’d heard about multiple orgasms before, but that was the first time I actually felt them.
Probably goes without saying that I became a regular client.
Next time I came around I brought a partner. That massage also involved a bath and was somewhat even more similar to the fiction I wrote. But that’s another story for another day!

I was part of this sex cult with a Man Whore [FM]

Have you ever seen or known a guy, that you would absolutely die to fuck? A guy that you would drop your panties for in a second, and would let him do anything he wanted? For me, that’s Chris. Visualize Chris Hemsworth in Thor and yeah. Incredibly sweet and kind and blah blah blah. Yeah, Chris everything you would want in a boy toy. Tall, chiseled, a huge dick. A little bad boy streak in him. And a complete man whore.

I actually met Chris through one of my girlfriends. She introduced us, raving and gushing about the sex. When a girlfriend basically confesses all of her sexual sins to you… you get interested. So she played matchmaker, and yeah on the first date we fucked. And admittedly, Chris is the best fuck I’ve ever had. Hands down, no contest.

Chris is a self described man whore. Just looking to have fun. So don’t bring any drama or expectations. That sounds really arrogant, but really he can pull it off. So there’s no romance, no dating. Just meet up and fuck. My girlfriend knows the deal. And I learn it also.

I [F]26 let a stranger [M]41 use me while my husband [M]28 fucked his wife [F]40 in the other room

A few people asked me to summarize this experience since I posted the very extensive version in two parts, so here you go! I tried

Husband and I have been together since high school. I had only been with another guy besides him and he had only been with me. We’re both very sexual and open with each other and talked about opening our relationship for a while. He’s straight, im bi-curious.

We just moved to NYC and wanted to try swinging so we connected with a couple in their 40s on Feeld and we went for drinks to get to know each other. We had so much chemistry the four of us. They have had previous experiences in the lifestyle and we had none. They invited us to their apartment to play boar-games and we agreed.

They opened champagne and we played games and did Karaoke for a little while. Then we just listened to music and sat in the couch chatting. I sat next to the guy as he was talking about his job. Then the wife suddenly said “you’re such a nerd, we’re having some sexy time and you keep talking about (his job)” he laughed and looked at me and said “(My name) can I kiss you?”

I [F]26 was used like a sex toy by a stranger [M]41 while my husband [M]28 fucked his wife [F]40 in the other room. (Part1)

I’m breaking this real story in two parts because of Reddit limitations. Sorry in advance, this is my first extremely extensive post ever, because I need to get this wild weekend out of my system and have no one to tell this story to since swinging is such a taboo. Its late at night and I still can’t wrap my head around this experience. I’m physically exhausted, swollen, bruised, extremely pleased and happy.

Husband (M28) and I have been together since high school. I had only been with another guy besides him and he had only been with me. We’re both very sexual and open with each other and talked about opening our relationship for a while. To illustrate us better for narration purposes; I’m a slightly curvy 5’ 2’’ latina with long back hair and I’d say a conventionally pretty face (I get compared to Dua Lipa) My husband is 6’ white latino, with a thick athletic body covered in tattoos. (He gets compared to young Fabio lanzoni lol). He’s straight, im bi-curious.

How she paid the rent [F22/M25] [masturbation] [sex]

“Go see what the hell she wants,” the text message said, “If it’s anything other than giving you $950, then tell her to pack her shit and get outta there.”

So I drove to the apartment, the one my father owned and had me manage. He and Mom spent all their time down in the Caribbean, “enjoying their retirement,” they said. That left me to be their personal servant, doing all the work of finding renters and fixing leaks and repairing air conditioners and listening to tenant complaint after complaint after complaint. And if it were up to me, I’d fix shit up. Lord knows my dad makes enough rent off his three eight-plexes to afford it.

But it’s not up to me. So I sighed and parked my twenty-year-old Honda in the spot reserved for ‘manager’ — basically the only perk of the job — and trudged up the stairs. The paint was peeling, the wood rickety and starting to crack. I made a mental note to add this to the handyman list. It was a long list.

I passed the identical doors, numbered twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. The numerals were made from cheap brass and tacked on with small nails.

[M]y first dick

[M]y First Dick

When I was 20, I got my first dick. I had been wondering for years what it would be like to hold someone else’s cock and suck.

I decided one night to go to a prostitute because I was craving sex and I knew there were some right next to my vacation spot. I found a very sexy one who took me to her apartment.

We started to play a little, I was caressing her breasts and her well rounded buttocks! She sat on the edge of her bed and started to suck me. She then laid me down on the bed to continue sucking me.

Then she put herself on her back and took off her panties, I saw a cock… I said to myself “go ahead man, it’s the moment or never to test”.

I put my mouth to her dick and started to perform oral sex, it was exciting, weird and I was nervous. Then as she saw that I seemed to like cock, she put me on my back and penetrated me with her hard cock in my still virgin ass while she jerked me off.