Tag: Straight

The Long Weekend, Part 1: Lucas [MF] [age gap] [MILF] [female perspective]

The women all together for their girls’ weekend had all known each other at least ten years, some longer. Between the five of them, they’d had eight husbands, three of them still husbands; and fourteen kids, now mostly in high school and college. All of them would be just fine managing on their own while the women got pedicures and massages and probably too drunk at their large airbnb house, out of town.

The Friday night after they arrived and unpacked, they went out for drinks and dinner and were taken care of at the bar by a man too impossibly hot not to notice. Ginger hair, ginger beard, torso in the most perfect reverse triangle. His shirt outlined his pecs every turn he made, and Cady caught a glimpse of a gorgeous, vaguely floral tattoo peeking out from his t-shirt sleeve. They shamelessly gawked at his perfect ass when he walked away. The friends all gasped and giggled about him when he was out of earshot, and when it was time to go Cady decided she might as well shoot her shot. She added her name and number to the receipt for the bar tab, adding an extra $100 to the bill. Read more »

Christine’s First Time(s) – Part 2 [MF, Chubby, “Virgin”, Non-Fiction]

Christine did not show up like she was told to the next day at the coffee shop. But I knew in advance.

Half way home I remembered the bus ride back to the town she was working in was supposed to be at noon the next day. I’m guessing she was so excited it slipped her mind like it had mine. This wasn’t the cell phone era, but when I arrived back at my place I saw several missed calls from her, and found an email waiting for me:

> I’m so so sorry I can’t be there tomorrow for “coffee” as you ordered. My bus leaves at noon and I have to be on it. I promise I will make it up to you if you really want me to and if you give me the opportunity to. Please sir, I beg you.
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> Hoping to be your play thing,
> Christine

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I left her hanging. Not entirely. I wrote back something like, “I really did enjoy you. We’ll see what’s next.” But then I waited a couple of days to write anything more. Read more »

Mind fuck: A tale of desire

The Present

Crashed while taking a rest before going to dance blues fusion. What’s a girl to do having missed a night of wonderful dancing and all that body contact?

I think for a while. All the thoughts are, naturally, about sensuality, beauty, kink, human interaction and sex. I’m the definition of a half time, full tilt, hedonist. Some say “slut”, some say “whore”. Call me what you will. I answer to all of them.

I don’t feel like masturbating. My thoughts, however, are masturbatory. Instead, I find myself pulling hard at my nipples, wanting his strong hands to pull hard so they reach their pain threshold. My thoughts switch to my last orgasm. Spreading myself wide open, my labia pulled tight to the side to be as exposed as possible. He asked me to do it. I love the words “open yourself for me”, or the command “open up!”. Those words flip a switch in my brain. He likes me to do the exact thing that just happens to get my temperature to rise. Next thing, I’m “half way there”. The mental part – being so open, so totally revealed and vulnerable – a desire to be virtually turned inside out. I WANT, on the inside. Not your dick, per se, though nothing wrong with that. No, something much, much hotter. I want your desire. It’s tentacles reaching into my core, taking hold and rattling me from the inside. Read more »

Visiting my friend at college: Sex with his crush [MF]

I have more downtime, because of the coronavirus. I figured I would post a new story from my past. Hope you enjoy.

**Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.**

This story happened back in my college days. I believe it was sophomore year. My friend Steve had been asking me to come to his university to visit him some weekend. His school was about a two hour drive from mine. After putting it off for a few months I finally made plans to come down. Read more »

[F] going out in [public], while wearing nothing but my boyfriend’s shirt!

This’ll be a long one! As always, please send me your best public dares! ^^

My boyfriend knows me best. He knows I’ve been running out of condoms, and he knows I’m looking for public dares, and he knows I love following his instructions. Thankfully, my country isn’t in a strict lockdown yet, but everybody’s heavily encouraged to stay home and avoid going out. I haven’t gone out in a week, and even though interacting with you guys on Reddit helps keep me sane, I desperately wanted to go out.

Dare 6: Go out in nothing but an oversized shirt. Follow my boyfriend’s every instruction.

My boyfriend’s a lot bigger than me, and I chose one of his oversized jerseys. It came down to mid-thigh, and most of the time, you can’t tell if I’m wearing shorts underneath them.

I chose to head out at 11pm, because my boyfriend’s overseas and his classes only ended then. He wanted to call me the whole time, so he could listen in and give me instructions. His first instruction was for me to bring a bullet vibrator and a small, 5 inch vibrator. Read more »

A Friendly Night Out Chapter 2 [MMMMFFF]

Rus woke up with a bit of a headache and a hardon. The light was just starting to break through the window. He reached over and felt Amber’s side. Was she naked, he wondered? He opened his eyes and let them adjust. He looked at her naked body. Amber was still spread eagle on her back. She was covered in something sticky. Had they fucked and he forgot somehow. He was still clothed. ‘Hmm,’ he thought. He sat up and took in the entire scene.

Rex and Lisa were cuddled naked facing each other on one side of the couch. He could see Lisa’s freckled ass and her pussy red and a bit swollen. Rex’s arm was covering her tits. His hard cock against her top leg. Mike was on the other side of the couch completely naked laying on his back, cock right out in the open. This was all making Rus even harder and more confused.

On the loveseat, Brent was still on top of Becca and it looked like his cock might still be inside her. He had never seen any of his friends, outside of Amber, naked and seeing them like this made him wish he remembered what had happened. Read more »

Daughter Discipline Chapter 1

Hello,

This is my first story ever. It’s Chapter 1 of X and mostly sets the scene and background. The story is entirely fictional and involves adults, blackmail, inc(mother/(adult)daughter),nc.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Daughter Discipline

Susie and her mother Felicia had been a team since her fathers death when she seven. His death out of the blue had hit them both hard. Although her husband did a great job of securing their future and an education for Susie there was still a hole left. With that said, Felicia after mourning only a little, threw herself into the parenting duties and took on the challenge of being both parents and the only bread winner.

Susie for her part had understood things had changed when her dad passed and felt the need to help her mother by good grades and staying out of trouble. Things had functioned well until Susie’s sophomore year. Susie discovered her body and what males could do to it. She had developed early and had filled out a curvy figure with larger then normal breasts and a bubble butt below a tight waist. Read more »

The Sweetest Agony

Content, I stand in the humid cubicle of the shower; the water is off, there is a slight drip…drip…drip… as the flow of water ceases to the showerhead. In this moment, my chin is tilted up, my shoulders are back, chest rising and falling from my deep, steady breaths. Water drips from my shoulders, trailing down my long, shower-wet nearly black hair to the curve of my ass. My eyes close and the current is lost to me…

In a heartbeat, I can recall my muffled cries. They reverberated off the bedroom walls. He stands behind me, his muscular arm curved around my full hips. He holds a vibrator over whereabouts my clit is underneath these infernal leggings.

*”Keep the leggings on, are you mad?!” I’d asked when he told me to undress, but leave them on.

His stare, those intense gray-green eyes, while not unkind, were unsettling in the present moment. I did not say anything else…*

Rope bit into the delicate flesh of my wrists; the artisan knots keeping my wrists held behind my back. My shoulders were forced back, my breasts forced forward. If he’d wanted to, he could have rolled a piercing between his thumb and forefinger. But, he chose not to. Read more »

Old School Chatroom Hookup Goes Pretty Well [MF] (21M, 18F) [Long]

(TLDR at the end)

So this takes place in 2001, when yahoo chat was still reasonably popular. I was 21 at the time and active duty military stationed in the Southeast U.S. I had discovered that chat rooms were an incredibly easy way to find girls- experience taught me that most of the girls willing to meet up with an internet rando were pretty much up for anything.

I first met “Lauren” in a chat room for the state I was stationed in, South Carolina. We got to talking and I found out she was 18 and a HS senior living in upstate NY, but she was going to be visiting family near where I was over her spring break in a couple of weeks. Obviously, digital pics weren’t near the quality they are now, but we exchanged the few uploaded pics we had of ourselves and liked what we saw (nothing NSFW). She had a cute face and straight, light red hair. She told me she was pretty tiny- only 4’11” and 95 lbs. I love petite girls, so that pretty much sold me. Read more »

Mysterious Guest

*Knock Knock*

You look up in surprise. You were not expecting a late night visitor.

You put down your drink and walk towards the door. Your footsteps creek on the old wood floors of the hotel you are residing in tonight. You look through the peep hole and glimpse a maids uniform.

“I don’t need room service,” you say as you walk back towards your chair.

*Knock Knock*

“I don’t need room service,” you say a bit louder as you take a seat.

You listen for the departing footsteps but none come.

You hesitate a moment before getting up and walking towards the door.

You look through the peep hole again and see the maid is carrying something.

You open the door slightly and say, “How may I help you?”

“Your order has arrived sir,” the maid says, “May I come in and place it for you accordingly?”

You open the door wider and gesture her in perplexed by the situation.

She walks towards the vanity on the left side of the room and places the enclosed object carefully on it. Read more »