Tag: Prostitute

MF first time together (extract from a wider story // first post here)

And that’s when I catch my reflection. I had lipstick smeared right across my face like a prostitute at the end of her shift. Of course, I had to go fix this straight away, but as soon as I walk into my room, Anthony’s there, scattering rose petals on our bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Being romantic.” He said, as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Happy birthday, Ella.” Before I could impassion my thoughts, I was locked into a kiss, pushing against his warmth. Each kiss brought about new struggles for balance until eventually, we settled on the edge of the bed. Eager, he began tracing my body gently with the tip of his index finger, lining my jaw, my neck, my collarbones, my breast, until it caught on the loose draping of my dress. “Let’s get this off you.” His voice gravelled through the depths of his throat, bringing forth a rich, seductive whisper as he lifted himself, allowing me to sit up and undress. Read more »

43[M] – I tried a short term sugar daddy experience

Talking to an acquaintance about the fact that I will go abroad for two days, she told me that she never traveled to another country. Probably by boredom, I asked, “Wanna come?” and the answer was obviously positive. A few days later we checked in to a centrally located hotel where I got a very nice penthouse corner suite with a king-size bed and a couch “just in case”, but probably the large terrace was the big bonus because we’re both smokers. Soon after, I let her know that I have to leave for a few hours but suggested a shopping street, mostly because she was dressed like hell. She’s very poor, no judgment here, and I’m also no fashion critique so take it with a grain of salt. Anyway, in the rush of the moment, I gave her 500 EUR and went to solve some stuff after leaving her in that specific shopping area. Read more »

Two guys accidently thought I was a prostitute, turns out I was one [MFM]

About 18 or 19 years ago I went to a party with my then-boyfriend. It was a semi-formal event, and I was dressed in a little black dress and heels. My boyfriend got really drunk and started to act like an asshole, and we got into a huge fight in the parking lot. The fight culminated in him getting in the car and driving off, leaving me standing there.

I did not fancy taking a cab back to my apartment as he would turn up at 3 AM to apologise as he usually did when we had a fight. And the worst of it was that if he did turn up, we would not be having makeup sex. Instead, at the most, I would suck him off, and he would sleep. So instead, I walked a little way down the street to a bar inside one of the local hotels. It was around 11 PM, and the bar was pretty empty. I took a seat at one end of the bar and ordered myself strong a drink. Read more »

[M/M/F/F] The Move-In, Part 2: Joining the Fun (Incest)

It’s been about a month and a half since I’ve moved in with the Marcum’s. Over that period of time, I’ve already noticed changes in my own physique, from eating full, healthy meals, as well as going running, which has become a hobby of mine over that time.

I look in the mirror at my naked form. You can no longer see my ribcage, my skin is glowing and smooth. My once sunken eyes now look beautiful and sultry, and my curly hair is clean and bouncy, now complimented with blonde highlights than Jen had help put in herself.

I look down my form, taking in my now full and perky B-cup breasts; a full cup size up from what I was just over a month ago. My waist curved nicely into full hips, which as I turned around, extentuated a bubble butt I never knew I could have. My legs had grown strong and thick from running, as well. Read more »

Dancing Queen Ch. 3: Realizations [M/F]

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=== ***Queen*** ===

Right. I spent the night with him.

It’s weird waking up in a place you’re not familiar, with an arm around you that you’ve only seen a handful of times. But when it registered in my head, I smiled. I spent the night with Bryn, just making love and nothing more.

This is wonderful. I have to teach him the difference between sex and making love.

I gently stroked his face and he stirred, opening one eye and then the other.

“Morning sleepy head,” I said, and he groaned and picked himself up.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well,” he answered, and I stretched up and the draped an arm around him.

“I did,” I answered, realizing that my stretching was probably lost to him. “Shower before breakfast?”

He smiled at me and nodded.

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The water is warm as it cascades around my chest and belly. What’s even warmer are his lips around mine.

“We gotta be careful. You wouldn’t want to slip, now, would you?” I laughed and he agreed. I’ve never had shower sex before, but I know slipping in a shower is a good way to break an arm or a leg. Read more »

[M]y unexpected tinder hook up in Charlotte NC with a new [F]riend

As you can tell from my username, I travel a lot for work. This gives me the opportunity to experience fun nights with hotwives, and the occasional random hook ups. But I’m lying if I didn’t say there were lots of nights where nothing happens and I end up in bed alone.

This started off as one of those nights. I’d been in Charlotte NC for a couple of days, and had a few matches on tinder, but no promising conversations yet. It was my last night in town and I was resigned to the fact that I’d be going without that night.

I’d crawled into bed around midnight. But around 1am my phone dinged beside me. Usually it turn my ringer off when going to bed but this night I happened to leave it on.

It was a message from a tinder match that hadn’t started a conversation yet.

I don’t remember exactly how the conversation STARTED, but I remember thinking “well, last night in town, and its 1am. Might as well be fairly upfront.” I mean, I have on my profile that I’m from out of town and only there for a few days, and try to be respectful but upfront about what I’m looking for. Some women match me, then unmatch right away but I assume those didn’t read the bio and are looking for something more than fun. Read more »

Guy picked me up from a hotel bar and thought I’m a prostitute. I didn’t bother correcting him in his thinking. [FM]

I was supposed to meet up with my regular FWB at a hotel. He used to work there, so guys would just let us use any room that’s available and set to be cleaned anyways. He was late first and at some point said he has to cancel. Happens.

I was wearing quite a revealing black dress and a pair of heels, looking all dolled-up for him. Ordered myself a drink, chatted up the bartender (he’s cute as hell) and got another drink from some guy. He was ok, but boring as hell. Fortunately when he went to a bathroom another guy came over to have a chat. He was more than ok in my book, definitely two levels above the one that just left. Read more »

[M]y perfect little sub’s [F]irst time with another woman

*Quick intro note: I’m a handsome, vaguely articulate, well-educated, married and generally successful 39 year-old, pervert. I have a long history of dirtiness, and there’s something about the year and a half of basic confinement that has had me reminiscing about my past and some of my hottest experiences. I’ve decided I’m going to start chronicling them here, to keep them from disappearing altogether. Let me know if they’re enjoyable and feel free to say hello. I like penpals.*

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Annika and I met on a dating app and quickly realized we were neighbors. In New York, you’re neighbors with a lot of people, but Annika and I weren’t neighbors in the sense that we both lived in the East Village with 700,000 others. We lived about 30 yards apart. From my rooftop, I could see into her living room window. 

It’s easy to date in New York, and with dating apps, you could have drinks or dinner with a new person nightly if you had the desire. And while I wasn’t quite doing that, I also wasn’t far from it. So the reality is that I don’t remember much about our first date, except that we were lazy and went to the only restaurant between our apartments, and that she wore a very low cut shirt. Lower cut that you’re thinking right now. In retrospect, it’s obvious she was trying to signal something, but I missed it at the time.  Read more »

Working Girl: Chapter 2 [big tits][sex for money][degrading]

On the drive back home with Tanya I didn’t bring up what happened. If she found out I was getting topless for a client to jack off she would probably kick me out of her house. I would have to keep this a secret between Peter and I even if I was eager to talk to someone about it.

When we got back to the house Tanya was in a rush to get ready. Her boyfriend Dan was coming over again and she wanted to look her best for him. When she stepped out of her room to show me the outfit I was stunned, but not just by her incredible body. She was practically wearing lingerie, a very short mini skirt and a lacy top that barely covered anything. “Are you sure this is the look you want tonight?” I asked timidly, trying not to be judgemental. “This is what Dan likes” she said with a matter of fact tone. “We’re just staying here anyways, so it will be just you and him that see this” she added after seeing my stunned face. Read more »

Chapter 2 – My second time, Pandoras box continues to open.

The second whore I fucked was a tall lithe coloured (mulatto) girl. As before I had made the necessary arrangements after studying the local newspaper for a few weeks and shortlisting a few candidates. She also offered anal as an extra but I’m glad that I didn’t elect to explore that delectable fruit at that time, or it would have spoilt me at that age. She was located in an old part of town in one of the many flat blocks that littered the area. I once again called when I arrived and she opened the pedestrian gate for me. I nervously ascended to the first floor and knocked on her door. She opened and I entered. She wasn’t as attractive as the first prostitute but had a gorgeous lithe body with smallish breasts (A cups). After her preparations were completed and I was comfortable on the bed, she returned to the room in lingerie. This had a slit by the crotch to allow for easy access to the pussy. This fascinated me and this time I elected to skip the massage. At some point after donning a condom she was straddling me and riding my cock like the professional she was. She flipped onto her back and opened her linergie allowing me to suckle and play with her breasts. She guided me into her wet pussy and I rode her getting used to the motion. Later I positioned her ankles on either side of me neck on my shoulders and for the first time taking control and really ploughing away at her pussy, my balls slapping against her crotch as I rammed my cock deep into her pussy, trying to see how deep I could thrust. I lacked any kind of finesse it technique back then, this was amateur hour and school was still in session. I remember at some point her kissing my neck tenderly, something repeated only once years later by a very attractive white street prostitute called Samantha. Weird. I eventually came and my usual disinterested awkwardness followed and I couldn’t wait to leave. A sense of shame and part disgust overcame me, something I would and still struggle with after engaging in a sexual act with someone I shouldn’t have. This time I didn’t go home as it was still early in the evening. I drove around and allowed my thoughts to slightly settle, driving always soothes and calms my mind. I ended up visiting one of my female friends, Dee. She had been sleeping so her mom showed me into her room. She was sleepily waking up and was not wearing a bra. She had large breasts (D cups) for her short frame and they strained the t-shirt she was sleeping in. I was always attracted to her but she was involved with a total asshole at the time. Her breasts were mesmerising and I struggled to focus on the discussion we were having. A lot of friends (four girls) were going to a nightclub later and I contemplated going with, there would be lots of short skirts and tight tops. I was socially awkward, especially since I was the only guy if our clique around at that moment. In hindsight that was probably an ideal opportunity for me, but I was my mind was focused on what had transpired earlier and my cock still ached. I eventually left after some of the other girls arrivedz went home and masturbated.