kinky times [FM] with a side of chili pepper ?️

I’m in an open marriage and I’ve been seeing this man, Peter, for about 9 months. From the beginning it’s been hot and kinky – he’s been exploring his dominant side and I’m able to explore submission. We are both in our late 20s, white, blond, and have athletic bodies. I have a butt that I seem to get a lot of compliments on and 34B boobs.

We met up the other night at his place, cracked open some champagne, and he went to take a shower. I lounged on the couch on his bedroom, reading. I was wearing loose, baggy black pants, a thong, and a black sweater with no bra. He got back, pulled on some loose pants and said that earlier, he had been cooking dinner and remarked that his fingers were spicy from chopping up some sort of hot pepper, and that no matter how much he washed them, it still seemed to be lingering. Sure enough, when he sat down next to me, I pressed a hand to his and his fingers were radiating heat. We discussed the pros and cons of this, somewhat giggly from the champagne, and he said it had actually felt nice to touch himself in the shower.

The Jump 3[FMMMMM][teenage][gangbang][taboo][DP][oral]

The sound of dice tapping and rolling on the hard, wooden table could be heard throughout the house. Stephanie’s brother and his small group of friends played Dungeons and Dragons, loud and rowdy, as they did every friday night. Stephanie remembered watching them play sometimes before her jump when, she was still a man. They would play their characters, have a few drinks, and have a wonderful time in their fantasy world.

There was her brother, Jon, and four of his friends, all getting together every week. Nathan was tall and robust, with sandy hair and unkempt stubble. He wore a hawaiin shirt and blue jeans, and had a deep but playful voice. Stephanie had never thought much of him, though she remembered back when she was a teenage boy, before the jump, that he was a funny guy.

Jenkins was on the shorter side, with a very thin but athletic build. His hair was a soft ginger colour with a bit of blond, and he had a perfectly trimmed goatee and an ironic handlebar mustache. He wore a black, short sleeved, button down shirt, and khakis. Stephanie saw this charming, quirky quality in him, and saw him as sort of a sweet, hipster sort of character.

Meeting up with Ms. Anaya [MF] [12 yr age gap] [Weed]

I used to watch her a lot. My science teacher. In class, I would spend most of my time fantasizing about her. What she looked like naked, how warm her skin might feel next to mine. She was older, 27 and I was 15 at the time but even then, I could appreciate her blue eyes, big ass and tiny waist. I used to ask her for help in class just to watch her tits jiggle in front of me when she’d wear low cut shirts. And her scent, I don’t know what it was but she smelled so exciting to me, sweet, sultry. Sometimes, I would feel like she wanted me too. But, sadly, she never crossed the line with me.

I was 19 when I found her on social media again. I sent a request and a couple days later heard back. It seemed like she still taught at my old high school and she looked better than she did before. She had lost weight but somehow still managed to keep her big juicy ass and D cup titties. I felt myself getting all fucking wet and excited. My cock grew hard underneath my jeans. I had to fuck her at least once and I was going to a local college down the way, if ever I had a chance, this would be it.

[F]oreign Exchange fucks roomate’s [M]boyfriend

Whatever you want to call me for this story – slut, bitch, cunt, sociopath, loser- it all goes through my head anyways. So go right ahead – just know that I am well aware.

Okay, so, first things first. I am a native Dutch speaker. I (and most people from back home) can speak English fluently (if with heavy accent in my case.) However, English is still my second language, and I’m not used to writing in it, so if spelling errors pop up from time to time or I misuse an expression, please cut me some slack (I am asking my roommate if I am using certain words or expressions correctly, but I can’t ask her to directly spell check, because…you know). I personally think I am a skilled writer in Dutch, and I am trying hard here, so we will see how it translates (and what your personal take is.)

Second, it’s hard to describe myself without immediately making the story sound made up, so I’ll get the description out off the bat. I am the daughter of two Indo-Dutch citizens (don’t know what the official term is), both descended from South American indentured workers (Indo as in India). I am also 182 cm, and, um…curved, very very well (yes, I know that I sound like a teenage fantasy, don’t write me off as fake just yet.)

[MF] Same Last Name, Who Cares?

October 1st always holds a special place in my heart. It all started with an innocent friend request sent a decade ago:

Like most 20 somethings, I was active on social media. I have a pretty unique last name and so I decided to run a query for people with the same last name. Suddenly, I was met with the unexpected realization that not only did many others share the name, but at least a dozen had my exact same name! Crazy. Anyways while perusing my clansmen and clanswomen I ran across one girl that was an absolute smoke show. She also happened to live
in the same city as me. Naturally I friend requested her.

She accepted and quickly sent me a message – something innocuous like “hey we have the same last name, crazy!” I replied and shared her sentiment, and we had a surprisingly great conversation. With the aid of potential shared ancestors, she became quite comfortable with me, and I with her.

[MF] Mature and lonely moms need love too.

If you have read my previous post, you know a little about me. When I was growing up, I got into a shit tonne of trouble, but it was mostly just me trying to feel alive, while I was stone cold dead inside. This edginess seemed to attract a wide variety of girls and women and I thought it was my wit and intelligence that gave me the charm, but looking back, I realize that the women were probably just attracted to me because I looked very much like Taylor Lautner and had a very similar physique (Yes, I have photos to prove) which some women find attractive. It is important for the context of the story that you know this information.

When I was in high school, I worked in many different skilled labour jobs, and most of them required heavy manual labour. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was getting a fantastic workout and by the time I was twenty, when this story took place, I had a very defined and muscular build.

My Almost Threesome [MFF]

I’m an American dude and live in the US, but I just got back from an amazing experience of spending a month in India for work. Now, India is all that you’ve heard and more. I like to characterize it as a loud country, but not necessarily in a negative way. Sure, one of my new Indian friends told me that a national hobby was horn honking and, indeed, the streets are filled with incessant beeping and honking, so that’s loud. It’s also perfectly normal for people to be all up in your “personal space” because that concept doesn’t exist in a country of over 1,300,000,000 people. But they’re also loud in the mouthwatering flavors of their food and loud in the vibrant colors of the clothes and all around you. They’re loud in the music and banging drums being played in the streets for the seemingly nonstop holidays. They’re loud in their happiness and joy to be around one another and to meet travelers to their country. It’s a lot to take in, but an incredible time.

The Wrong Road [Part 3] [Witchcraft] [Oral] [Anal]

THE WRONG ROAD
PART 3

Leaving my new favorite botanical specimen I delved further down the path.
After going about a mile I began to hear voices.
Moving very quietly I did my best to be stealthy while looking for the source.
As I rounded a corner I saw a pair of hunters sitting in a blind.
Not very good hunters at that.
When you are hunting quiet is the golden rule.

I was about to sneak around them to avoid detection when one of the hunters left the blind and walked right up to where I was standing.
He had to be no more then ten feet away when he un-zipped his fly and took a leak.
I mean come on, really dude I’m standing right here. I said.
He just ignored me and continued to empty his bladder right in front of me.
I even yelled at him and he never noticed me.

How could you not notice a naked boy sporting a permanent erection not more then ten feet away?
Retracing my steps I turned back towards my the estate.
As I passed the Gorth they picked up their heads in hopes that I would play with them again.

I, disgusting foot fetishist, got [M]y hands on the babysitter’s high heels [F]

I’ll keep this short because I’m sure it’s of limited appeal, but I just need to get this off my chest because it was a lot of fun.

We sometimes hire a young babysitter for our two kids. By young, I mean 19. She’s a college student and she’s skinny and cute, by no means looks like a supermodel, but I definitely find her pretty cute. We hired her last Friday evening. She came over straight from school, so she was wearing high heels with her jeans. She also brought a pair of Birkenstocks to change into. So she kicked off her heels in our dining room, threw on the sandals and took the kids out to play. Later on she took an Uber home.

But she had left something behind! Her heels were sitting on our dining room floor on Saturday morning. I texted her to let her know she had forgotten her shoes and she offered to come by and pick them up Monday afternoon. No problem.