Tag: Straight

Poison [MF]

She is poison. She is venom of the worst sort. I find myself sitting across from her anyway. Worse still, I find myself wanting her, her poison be damned! Wanting to roll the dice and taste her seduction; without choking on the poison that always comes with it.

She is poison. She’s destroyed men I felt were much stronger than me. Still, I’m getting drawn into her eyes that study me, feeling her striping the clothes virtually off of my body, imagining all of the ways she will pull me in, desperate to wanting her touch.

She is poison, and I cannot help myself but to want a taste of it. I’ve always come to her rescue after she’s burned all the bridges down around her. I’ve always given her the shoulder to cry on, the understanding, the loyalty. Before now, I avoided the poison that she is. But I have lived my life avoiding poisons of all sorts. I have driven down the road of the straight and narrow and still have gotten rammed into. My life is currently a car wreck of metal and flesh and blood and bone. I hurt, I weep. And I am too tired to avoid a possible taste of poison now. From my current vantage point, dying from her wicked poison seems a fate better than dying from what already ails me. Read more »

Late night at the office

I am cleaning the office and see her at her desk all alone. I am wondering why she is at the office so late. She didn’t hear or see me because she’s so caught up with whatever she’s working on. But then one of my earphones falls out of my ear as I grab a garbage can and I hear a moan. I turn and look at her. That’s when I realize she has her legs on her desk and head leaned all the way back. I slowly walk up behind her so that she doesn’t notice me. I see her heels off, panties on the ground, blouse unbuttoned showing off her sexy black satin bra. She’s rubbing her clit with a little vibrator.

My dick instantly gets hard, so I quietly unzip my pants and take it out. it’s so uncomfortable to have a boner with pants on. I’m stroking my cock just listening to her moan and watching her rub her clit. I want a taste of that pussy so bad. She’s yelling, “Yes, daddy, yes.” I’m imagining her saying that about me. I can’t take it anymore, so I approach her and cover her mouth and look right into her eyes. She freaks out and she tries to sit up straight and cover herself but my grip over her mouth is so firm that all she does is sit still in shock. Read more »

Helping a vanilla [f]riend get a little [m]ore kinky

Rose and I had hooked up a few times, but this was easily the most fun we’d ever had.

Rose, a 26 year old, is 5’6, very skinny, with auburn hair, big brown eyes, A cups above a taut stomach, and a goofy grin that never fails to make me smile in return. Also one of those lovely asses that isn’t *phat* but is round and perfectly grabbable. I’m 5’10, 155 lbs and athletic. Covered in tattoos and chest hair, olive skin, thick beard, and hazel eyes. Read more »

The Friday show [F-solo, M-solo, mc]

On that Friday afternoon, Stephanie came back home a bit earlier than usual. As soon as she opened the door, she took off her high heels with a sigh of pleasure. She walked barefooted on the soft gray carpeting, dropping her Louis-Vuitton bag on the small desk in the hallway.

From the bathroom she could hear the shower running. She briefly considered joining her husband under the shower, but she was not really in the mood for the inevitable afternoon frolics that would have followed.

They had been living in the modern downtown apartment for three years now. The rent was insanely high, even though the flat was not so spacious after all, but Stephanie loved the place, the modern furniture, the domotics appliances, the convenience of being a 5-minutes ride away from the financial district.

She headed for the bedroom, took off the short jacket of her tailleur and the simple golden earrings and matching necklace, then back to the kitchen to quickly wash her hands, thinking she might as well have a cup of tea as she waited for her turn under the hot water.

She cast a loud “hey!” towards the bathroom door, but Steve didn’t answer. Read more »

Slaves for the weekend [MMF]

After months of talking about it, the day finally arrived. Our sex slave had arrived to spend the weekend locked in our basement bedroom we called the dungeon. My wifes excitement was quite evident. After enjoying a nice dinner together and getting to know one another we took him downstairs to show him his room. It was a pretty basic basement bedroom, 1 small window, a queen size bed, a stocked fridge, and a variety of sex toys and gadgets, and an attached bathroom with a shower for easy cleanup.

My wife is very confident via text and reddit chats and all that, but in person she tends to chicken out at the domination stuff unless she’s fully in the moment. As soon as the door closed behind us all eyes were on her. She immediately started fidgeting and her eyes told me she wanted me to start things off.

“okay Mark, remove all of your clothes and hand them to my wife while we go over your role here this weekend. Your clothes will be returned to you sunday night. The rules are pretty straight forward and simple. You do what we tell you to do, You dont cum unless we tell you to, my wife is the main focus, but you will be required to pay attention to me from time to time as well. Understood?” Read more »

[FMM] Saturday night, strip poker, alcohol. What’s the worst that could happen…. ;)

As my first story went down well I decided to share another. I am sharing this as it is probably the most memorable sexual experience for me. It’s a long one, but I think it’s worth the read.

I was in a relationship with my boyfriend (who would become my husband and eventually ex-husband) at the time and it was the first time we’d ever done anything sexual that included a third person. It wasn’t even planned; up until that point we thought we were exclusive and ‘just wanted to be with each other and no one else’ or whatever you call it. But circumstances change things.

This happened about 27 years ago, I remember most of it quite well, but some of the dialogue will be a bit made up as I simply can’t remember exactly what was said. But all the events that happened, happened.

It was a few days before my 21st birthday. My boyfriend was 26 and he was visiting me at uni. He doesn’t live too far away so he comes almost every night anyway. It was a Saturday night, and we were going to have a couple of friends over to play a bit of poker, and then go out to a bar or a club. I live in halls of residence, so I have my own room and share a kitchen with 6 others. Read more »

[MF] I helped her achieve her first squirting orgasm

This was the first time we ever had sex and boy was it fucking something! She’s 5 years older.

As we’re getting to know each other, she was so timid and demure. Totally giving off the “take home to mama” vibe. Such a sweet, polite, good girl.

Fast forward to later in bed, I strip all her clothes off and bury my face between her legs. She’s loving it.

I’m licking circles around her clit and dragging my fingers lightly over her pussy without going in. She moans a little but is clearly trying to hold back, and then she headlocks me with her knees. She’s cumming and I’m already feeling like the man.

As she’s coming down from the high a minute or so later, she’s kinda turned away and has her arm over half her face. She looks almost embarrassed or something. “Hey, it’s okay,” I tell her, “It’s natural and you *should* feel empowered.” (referring back to something we were discussing earlier in the night).

She chooses the moment directly after I say this to look straight into my eyes, deadfaced, and say, “No, I just want to be your bitch.” Read more »

[MM] It was a great session, until…

It had been months since I last found a decent guy to have a JO session with. But so far this guy had done everything right. He had messaged me on the last day of a week-long business trip and was chill about me needing a couple of days to get back home and unwind. He seemed to have done this before. He didn’t ask me “ASL?? pixx??” and he spoke in complete sentences. There were no red flags at all until we were finalizing the time and place and he said, “The front door will be open. Just come on in.”

Hmmmmmm….

Of course I was horny enough that I went anyway, but I decided that I was going to bail at the first twinge of discomfort, even if that meant driving right by his house without stopping.

His place was about 20 miles from mine, out toward the suburbs but not quite in them. It was a quiet, sunny Sunday so it didn’t take me long to get out there. The street was broad, with cute houses and well-manicured lawns on both sides. His house was a probably 1970s split-level, with big plate windows in both the front and back of the midsection — I could see straight through the house. It looked clean and not-at-all murdery, so I got out of my car. Read more »

[FM] Finally a slut

BACKGROUND

So I found this subreddit a few months ago and it has encouraged me to make some pretty big improvements to my life. I’m in a great five year relationship (I’m 22) where we are definitely getting married and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve always had slutty impulses, and always fantasised about sleeping with other guys but never dreamed of acting on them. That changed recently and I decided to slowly introduce it to my boyfriend. My strategy was to sexualise our pretty normal relationship, and try and get him used to the idea of me ‘appreciating’ the ‘qualities’ of other guys. I first started talking about how well I get along with some of the guys at work and how funny they can be sometimes. At first he didn’t like that, but eventually he got used to it and was happy I was having a good time at work. I sort of encouraged him to talk about when he thought a girl was hot too. It took a while, because I am normally pretty jealous, but he then started doing all the time (he’s really into asians, which is good because I’m asian). I then started to mention when I thought a dude had nice muscles or something which he sort of laughed along with and seemed surprisingly fine with. Read more »

Office Playtime

her side:

I woke up disgustingly early that morning, and that’s saying something because I’m an early riser. 4am is just rough. I felt surprisingly good though, and decided to make the best of it. I dressed in my running shorts, the extra short ones with the cut-outs on the side and a lulu lemon sports bra. Look good feel good. And I took off down the street. Morning runs are my favorite, especially in this city. 430 must be the only time D.C. is quiet, my planned route was 3 miles; I really felt good and did an extra lap around the park adding two more. I finished at my front door, and surveyed my reflection in the glass. I looked good. My eyes were bright and cheeks flushed with just the right amount of sweat tickling my cleavage. It’s a shame no one gets to appreciate it, but that’s the life I choose. Read more »