Tag: Straight

Lowest Point In My Life

I started driving to the emergency. Do mind that I can’t sit fully, I sat one sided and there was so much uncomfortable pain in the bottom stomach. I check in. What’s the problem the attendant asks. I blurt out that my poop got stuck. She was visibly confused, writes constipation and asks me to wait. I couldn’t sit but I couldn’t stand straight either. I was holding my stomach with my hands and twisting and turning. I was in pain. I was called in and I was asked to sit. I said I can’t but I sat one sided to check my bp. He gave me a look and I know exactly what that meant. He thinks I stuck something in my ass and I realized this is what everyone thinks now at the hospital about me. I decided I’ll tell the doctor the real reason.

It all started with my stomach medication. Suddenly one morning I couldn’t poop. Not the constipation kind. Poop was so hard it couldn’t pass out the anus but out of my stomach already and now stuck. After trying for an hour with my eyes almost popping out, it was clear, it’s an emergency situation. I took a shower and cleaned up. Then started to hospital. Read more »

[F] Cam chat with a past partner

This happened in 2019 when i was still in the sex chat group. Me and this guy were close so we talk almost everyday and cam very often [tho i didn’t see his dick because he didn’t want to show]. Sometimes our video calls were just casual talking.

We both didn’t reveal our faces to each other so it was just calling with the video on to tease each other and that’s how we would end up camming, more like me showing off my body.

One morning i was alone at home so we called. We were just talking about random stuff and i decided to tease him. I was wearing a white tank top with no bra on and of course you can see the nipples. So i uncovered my pillow and sit up straight, portraying my hardened nipples that were begging to be free.

He cleared his throat and resumed talking. I replied occasional hums and decided to take a step further. I purposely moaned when replying. He started chuckling, calling me a naughty girl and i acted innocent, saying that i did nothing wrong. Read more »

Subservient pristine heelster

I didn’t know I had a fetish. Apparently I do. I always thought I was 6’1 full of chocolate but apparently I’m “vanilla”. Still unsure exactly what that means but Ill abbreviate it to tame I think. I don’t know how I stopped myself putting an add out during lockdown which said “normal guy seeks woman with lovely hands, immaculate nails, pretty toes and an insatiable lust for wearing lingerie and classy strappy patent heels around the house”. I’ve questioned myself why am I like this. I remember always remember being told “keep your nails and your shoes clean”. As a boy and had a young fresh spritely fashionable headmistress who I can remember even now used to give us a handwriting classes. She would hold the pencil and float it across the line producing the most beautiful joined up handwriting whilst I captivated would stare at her shiny gorgeous red nail varnish that was always perfectly immaculately done knowing when to say “Yes miss at exactly the right time of required consciousness”. She was so cool, had a full plain basin haircut that made her look cute, okay maybe not cute exactly but with her convertible MG , very cool.. She was strict at times. I laugh now wondering if there was an ulterior motive I was always in trouble. There was something about her and her perfume and though I was only 9 at the time I think I liked receiving a good dressing down every now and then from her. Ooof she was fiercely strict at times but insanely classy with it. I used to stand there being told of thinking,”thats perfume!” I still to this day get tickled by a classy red or french manicure, pedicure. I can’t stand woman who do long diva like nail extensions like the longer the nail the more woman they are, or wear nail varnish that’s chipped or have a blob left just in the middle of the nail like the salon only employed children or there just wasn’t enough food in their house. That was a joke by the way. Either way my guts would roll and my skin tugs in the other direction when I saw it. Someone I’m not interested in I’m like cool its your thing, whatever. Someone I’m interested in and my mind cries like. “Why!?” Why would you do that to yourself. No nail varnish is totally way more sexy than nail varnish that’s not done well. Read more »

One Sexy Lakeside Rendezvous – 30[M]

When I was 25 I had the pleasure of spending a year traveling through New Zealand. Like many others living the backpacker life, I bought myself a minivan, threw a full-sized mattress in the back, and endeavored to explore as much of the country as I could. After a few months of travel I landed in Queenstown, where I picked up some odd jobs and settled down for a while. It was around this time that I started using a couple of the usual dating apps. I had met plenty of people while I was traveling, but was excited to have some fun now that I was a settled in for a little bit. Read more »

[M]y night with an older woman

So this story is from a couple of years back, I had just broken up with a long term girlfriend, moved out into my own place, and so decided to embrace my slutty side.

One of the first things I did was download Tinder, now I am not adonis but I do ok for myself, I am 6ft, short brown hair, in shape but not a gym guy. One of my matches was Emma, who at 47, was a little older than me but she looked good. We chatted about the usual mundane stuff, getting to know each other etc, then it got flirty. We teased each other, found out what the other liked and so on.

One Friday I had been out for a work ‘lunch’, or just a reason to booze on the company really, so fuelled by the drinks I messaged Emma, and the conversation got steamy. Now we hadn’t met, yet, so I jokingly said that I would be home in an hour, and she is more than welcome to head over. And, to my surprise, she agreed. Read more »

[Pt.4] I (m34) lick her (f21) pussy in the kitchen

I have now been seeing my coworker on a regular basis, she has a key to my house and she keeps a bunch of her stuff at my house. She doesn’t want me to think of her as my girlfriend but i disagree, here’s why.

After I got off a grueling day of work. I headed straight to my room. Closed the blinds and started playing video games. I was in such a bad mood I just wanted to murder aliens with a wide array of weapons.

My girlfriend texted me asking if I was already home. I told her I was and that I had a very bad day at work. I hear her car pull up and my front door open.

“Babe?” I hear her shout from the front door.

“I’m in my room playing video games. ”

“K”

About an hour later she comes into my room holding a plate with a sandwich in one hand and a beer in the other. Shes wearing a crop top, showing off her beautifully toned body and these tiny gym shorts. She hands me the food and drink, gives me a kiss and says. “I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready to come out.” Read more »

Strawberry Shortcake goes to a Concert [MF]

This is part two of this story. Part one can be found in the link in the comments.

The grinding gradually intensified, going from a slow, tantalizing stroke to more of an electric slide. Raz removed his jeans, leaving one less layer of clothing separating their erogenous zones. He was wearing a pair of grey cotton shorts. Its band strained against the erection it was trying to contain. The head of Raz’s dark chocolate cock was visible, peeking out above the band, eager to meet its match. And boy, did he find it. Strawberry’s thin panties already left little to the imagination, but now that they were drenched in her own slick wetness, they provided little in the way of a barrier at all.

Raz slid his stiff rod back and forth over her slit, sending a small shudder down her spine with each thrust. He continued in this way until she simply could not take it anymore. She opened her eyes and stared into his, her face fully reddened. She bit her lower lip and nodded at Raz approvingly, clearly ready for more. At long last, he obliged her, slipping her panties off over her white leggings, revealing her delicate flesh, lightly obscured by a thin layer of strawberry blond hair. Read more »

Mother and Son Share ‘Before Pictures’. A story, as told to me (M34)

*I’ve been obsessed with incest most of my life, and I’ve been lucky enough to meet and talk to people with real life experiences. I want to begin sharing some of the stories I’ve heard on here, and this is my first attempt. It’s not the most exciting story, and is mostly just build up to something more, but it is just a beginning. For both the story and myself.*

*The dialog is all fictional, and is just based on my own imagining from the story as I was told it by Sarah (fake name). Her son Tom (also a fake name), is going to school while at home due to the pandemic and is over 18. The timeline is condensed but the spirit is true to what really happened. I hope you enjoy. Please leave feedback.*

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Three texts in rapid succession lit up her cell phone as she worked on her laptop at the dining room table. This was her fault. She’d goaded him, acted ignorant, and now she was facing the consequences. Facing the decision of whether or not she would admit to herself how much she wanted to look. Her son’s ‘before’ pictures were waiting on her phone. Read more »

Get on the Bed [F] [M]

Sorry kind of long ;)

Yesterday I went out and had an evening run (it warmer here thank goodness) and I came home a bit sweaty but nothing too bad that a light towel off couldn’t handle. I stripped out of my my sports bra and bent over to peel off my my shorts which were slightly sticking to their built in underwear with sweat. I’m sort of dazed and on a bit of a high when I feel a warm palm from behind me slide up my spine.

“Hey – how was your run?” a deep voice says. I lean in to his touch as I turn to stand and face my husband. He looks down at my and brushes a strand of hair from my shoulders – staring at me intently.

“It was good – but I still sort of hate it – I’m always so sore after,” I said.

He smiles. “Get on the bed.” My heart beats faster.

“Wait, why? I have things to get done – I don’t have time for whatever is on your devious mind right now.” Read more »