A bisexual girl walks into a leather bar…[MF] [F21][M56]

Sassy butch. Toppy lesbo. Bull dyke.

I went by all of them.

It was an crisp mid winter evening, which meant that my wardrobe choices would have to be more strategic. Cute, femme, and cold, or butch, enigmatic, and comfortable? The latter it would be.

The skimpy skirts and busty crop tops would stay in the closet, unlike the rest of me. Tonight, butch Sarah was coming out. Tight-fitting 501s , black combat boots, and a buttery, freshly-polished leather jacket would complete the look. But I had no intentions to sticking to my traditional Catholic-school-girl Friday night dinner of fresh fish: tonight I wanted a quality aged and peppered summer sausage.

If I wanted to make the leather daddies question their affinity for cock, I’d really have to do it up, and well. I put on the tightest sports bra I owned, which practically acted as a binder for my DD tits. The long hair was slicked back and pinned up, revealing an undercut which gave the illusion of a fade with a pompadour

Exploring my bisexuality lead to my second experience with my gym friend [MM]

This might be too long for this sub but I figured it’s a story that some might enjoy. For those that didn’t read my last story I recently got out of a long term relationship with a women and after years of curiosity I explored my sexuality with roommate which resulted in a **mind blowing** hands free orgasm among other things.

Well I just hooked with my second guy this week but this time he was just a random gym guy.

I go to the gym five or six times a week. I actually came to college to play a sport before getting hurt my freshmen year and deciding my future wasn’t worth trying to play through years of concussions. Anyways, today I was at the gym and our pairs us with lifting partners that fit into our weight class. I usually know the guys but this time it was somebody I didn’t recognize from before. He introduced himself as Rob and he just recently transferred. He’s about my height, white, 20 years old and absolutely ripped. Ripped enough for me to totally notice.

[FM] The Artist fucks his Muse

During October, I decided I needed to push myself as an artist. I started by doing one of those sketch-a-day challenges, but quickly lost interest. I was still sketching each day, but instead of a ring or fear or some other concept, I found myself sketching women.

I went through pictures that I had taken during BDSM scenes, and started making presents for some of my more recent fucktoys.

Then at one point, I was roping up a woman and sketching her on the spot. It was intense, and there was this surge of pride from making her cum then impressing her with my art.

Last week I took some of my best sketches and threw them on Instagram. The feedback was interesting and encouraging, so I decided to do a little experiment.

I looked through some the IG pages of local models. I started added those that I found to be very attractive, women that I would want to fuck in a heartbeat.

Saturday afternoon, I found this absolutely adorable lady with pretty eyes and relatively large tits.

My [F]irst time getting Ri[M]med [F25][M27]

So for those of you who have read my other stories- you know I enjoy getting naughty in the shower. It’s something about the hot water running down my back, splashing into my face as I moan and come. For context, I’m a curvy chick with shoulder length deep brown hair with blue eyes, plump lips, 38DDDs, and thick thighs and hips. I have tattoos scattered on my tan smooth skin and I love to be dominated. Specifically last night I told my husband I want to be used as his little dirty slut. ?

I’m always horny and browsing reddit for porn to get me excited. From my previous story, you know that my hubby licked frosting off my ass as well as many other places. This opened a can of worms as we had never ventured into rimming or fingering back there- only anal. Well I loved it and I wanted more. I got too ansy waiting for him to come home so I snuck into the bathroom and started to play with myself. I got on all fours and pressed record on my phone. I slowly peeled my silk panties down over my juicy ass before grabbing a handful of ass and giving myself a spanking. I dragged the panties down my thighs until they were around my knees. They were soaked.

Viva la [F]rance! Our first visit to a swingers club [MFM]

The [husband](https://reddit.com/u/throwawayjavadrinker) came into town and we decided to adventure off to a local sex-club venue for the first time. Unaware of the local liquor laws, we didn’t’ realize that hard alcohol sales ended at 9 pm! (what kind of bullshit is that?!?). Completely sober, in a BYOB environment, we anxiously entered the club. After filling out the membership forms, and finding out fishnet hose and spiked heels got me $20 off (yea for coupons! Who knew they had them at sex clubs!) the door entrance fee we were given the newbie tour. We were guided through a series of hallways and many different rooms all with their own rules (who knew sex clubs had so many rules!). One room was the big orgy room with a circle bed and a heart pillow where anything goes! Another room had a series of church-camp style bunk beds with sheer red curtains that struck me as something out of a Lifetime cautionary tale special. “Camp counselors gone 50 shades!” The next room was similar in style but had heavy black curtains. The rule there was if the curtains were closed you weren’t supposed to open them. Down the hallway was a movie theater with theater-style settings and I shudder thinking about what deposits were made in that room over the years. Then there were the private rooms with doors that shut but windows to watch and a large glassed-in fishbowl, called “The Office”, with the largest bed I’ve ever seen! I’m sure many deals haven’t happened in that space! Lastly, there’s the main club floor with cheesy, 80’s porn style horseshow white couches, scattered about the room and dance floor. With a pole, of course! Can’t have a sex club without a pole – and strippers dancing in various states of undress. And this concluded the “newbie” tour. At this point, we were left to our own devices. Sober, and unsure of our surroundings, we took our place on one of the corner white-porn couches – people watching.

[FM] Toy fantasy come to life

My boyfriend and I have each always been very sexual people, but together we’ve awakened this unimaginably fun, free, playful side that’s been so fucking fun to play with. I feel like the luckiest gal.

We had the weekend together after several days apart. We’d sexted plans and fantasies, including our ambitions of folding another person/people into the mix sometime soon. I promised him I’d arrive with our little collection of toys and my ass freshly cleaned out so he could have full access to any of my holes he wanted. I spent the weekend with my throat especially pried open and pounded, my gag reflex basically absent for every face fuck he needed or that I wanted. We spent the weekend sticky and satisfied, in love and snuggly between rounds. Saturday night around 4AM he woke me up with a rock hard cock, and after sucking him down for a while, I crawled up his hot body to ride him. He knows hearing a sexy story helps me cum, so he told me the next day he was planning to use all our toys on me, watching me whimper and beg until he gave me the fuck I deserved. I came hard, and he nuzzled my neck while we fell asleep again in our perfect spoon.

Insatiable Pregnancy and First BBC [MF]

I had always heard that pregnancy could drive a woman’s libido through the roof. And through my first pregnancy I came to the conclusion that this was complete bullshit. Then, years later, I had my second pregnancy…

And HOLY SHIT!!!!!

Never had I thought that I could be so constantly horny!! Masturbation consumed my world. I found myself struggling to keep productive throughout the day.

About this time in my life, my husband was focusing on his career and working a lot of late nights. My boy was just starting school, and my sister was helping out with getting him to school and watching him after so I could try and keep up with the house and not stress out.

Also during this time, we were having the basement finished and an upstairs room remodeled for my baby girl on the way. It was a big job that was going to take months. To do this, my husband hired a contractor referred to him by a friend. For this story, we’ll call him John. He was a tall, fit black gentleman. About 15 years older than my husband and I. He was funny and nice, and I found him to be good looking in an “older guy” kind of way.

The time I fucked a big tittied sorority girl [MF]

I’ve been a huge fan of this sub for several years now and it’s helped my sexuality grow in many ways. I was a late bloomer, so I never had any stories worth sharing until a couple years ago. I think buildup and backstory are very important to a good story so fair warning there is a lot in here. Well, this is me finally contributing to the community that has given me so much.

This was my senior year of college when a group of friends and I decided to go to a typical spring break city. I was still single at this point with a debilitating sex drive (nothing much has changed since then now that I think about it). So, suffice to say, I was looking forward to the possibility of having some fun. We were all sharing one room so I knew nothing would be happening at my place. This is where the glorious yet mind numbingly frustrating app Tinder comes into play. I’d say I’m above average in looks but get described more as cute rather than sexy or rugged. The most frequent compliment I get is actually on my long eyelashes but I’m not one to complain. So I set up my profile, nothing special, just a few pictures with a bio stating that I’m in the city for spring break. After a few swipes, all of us decide to hit up the night scene and drudge drunkenly through a street of countless bars. The good ol’ college ritual of going to a bar, ordering a couple of shots, getting a vibe for the place after dancing, and then rinsing/repeating at the next one if we weren’t having fun or didn’t meet cool people was pretty much ingrained in our DNA at this point.

BFF and our husbands [lesbian] [husband/wife sharing] [group sex]

I’m [F24] and married to Eric for 2 years. My BFF, Kate (F[25]) is married to Brian and our husbands are hunting/fishing/watching sports buddies.

Every year during deer season, they go off on their multi-day hunting trips and leave Kate and I to fend for ourselves. Neither of us have kids so we can do basically whatever we want. We hang out at each other’s houses, go shopping, have sleepovers (with lots of wine).

About a year ago, we were watching a movie and there was a scene with two girls kissing. I honestly can’t remember what movie but the scene made me insanely horny. I brushed it off as just having too much wine and didn’t say anything to Kate (who, btw is gorgeous). A few weeks later when the boys went out again, we decided I would sleep over so we could drink and watch another movie. She started to laugh as she pulled something up on her iPad and said “watch the TV”. The next thing I knew, she was screen-sharing a lesbian porn scene. She told me she found Brian’s porn stash and it turns out he was into some pretty interesting shit.

Becoming His Whore [whoring] [Mdom] [fsub] [Master]

**Becoming His Whore**

Elle sat nervously as the Uber took her to the strangers house. Her hands played with the fabric of her skirt as she looked out the window.

She was dressed exactly as her Master had instructed. His choices had been rather limited, as Elle had been a good girl in her past life. But he picked a tight black crop top, a black ruffled mini skirt, and her tallest 4 inch black heels. Underneath she wore a lacy black bra and a tight black thong. She could already feel herself getting wet in anticipation.

***

The driver dropped her off outside a small house in the suburbs. As he drove off, Elle immediately became self-conscious. She was standing out here, alone, looking like a whore. Which, it turns out, she was.

Elle took a deep breath, then walked up the driveway to the front door. Again, she stood there for a while before getting the courage to knock on the front door. After a minute it opened.

Inside was a tall man, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He had brown eyes and straight brown hair. “You’re Elle?” he asked, looking her up and down in the dim light.