Lucid Dreams [fm] [somno] [cnc] [bondage] [home invasion] [slave play] [blackmail] [cum play]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

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The intel was solid. The husband would be away on some business trip for a whole four months, leaving just his little ol’ wife behind to guard the house. He had gotten reports that she was a heavy sleeper. Not even their alarm system would wake her up if it tripped. Not that he was going to trip it in the first place. It was going to be the easiest job of his life and it went as smoothly as expected. He made quick work of the back window, deactivating the sensors, bribing their “guard” dog Pitbull with a nice steak. The rest was history.

The Student Teacher Cums To Town [MF]

Brad and I are buddies, and by buddies I mean he owns the local bar and I damn near pay the mortgage with my weekly spending at his establishment. I’ve pulled a fair amount of ass over drinks at his bar – we joke about it a lot, and it’s kind of a running joke anymore.

A few weeks ago, I walk in the bar after a long day of work, and Brad waves me over, grinning and giving me a look. I take a beer from him as he waves me in. “You gotta see what just moved in upstairs, man…” he points upward with his finger, referencing the apartments on the upper floor of the bar building “new student teacher. About your age. Total smoke.”

I’m suddenly interested. “Alright, tell me more…”

“Name’s Tessa. Blonde. Massive cans, must’ve been an athlete. She’s coming in to pay her deposit sometime here.”

Sophomore year of college, I got passed around a group of girls as a pussy eating FWB. Part 1 (M/F 19/20) (oral)

I had my first regular FWB my second year of college. I don’t think I really met Sharon freshman year of college, although I vaguely remember her always being with a boyfriend. Sharon and her roommates lived across the hall from my roommates and me the second year of college. All of us became good friends and hung out all of the time.

Sharon was not really my type, but she was attractive. Her face was actually beautiful. She had sparkly eyes and nice, blond hair. She had a really beautiful mouth and a nice smile. She was a little bigger than I typically go for. Not fat at all, just sort of wider hips, maybe a bigger ass than I usually went with. I was always into thin, petite girls and she was just more curvy than that – pretty good size tits – must have been a C or a D cup. She was also maybe an inch taller than me.

Remote Fun [MF]

Hi Reddit! Cliché longtime lurker first time poster here. My wife and I have been together for a little under 10 years, married for a small portion of those years. We live average lives, walking down the street you wouldn’t know one way or another that we like to live kinky lives behind the scenes, that’s how we like it.

Our latest kinky adventures have taken us into the realm of remote control vibrators. We bought a Lush 3 a few months back and it has unlocked my wife’s public play kink. For those who don’t know, the Lush 3 is the pink thing you’ve probably seen sticking out of pussies on Pornhub or other streaming sites. Its a toy that is controlled via bluetooth or wifi and can sync to music, sound, preset patterns, or by swiping your finger across the screen to adjust the vibrations.

The first time we used it we were running errands around town. On our way into town I turned on one of the preset vibrations so I could focus on driving and my wife could sit back and have all the fun. As the toy started, my very vocal wife, lets out an audible low moan as if agreeing with what I have chosen. The vibrator hummed in her pussy with varying degrees of intensity.

How I ended up having sex with my brother

This incident happened about 4 years ago. I’m 23 now, so it was back when I was 19. My brother is a year older than me, so he is 24 now and was 20 back then. As I remember it, I had some random friend request on Snapchat. I didn’t pay attention to who it was because it totally seemed like a completely random person, but it was my brother pretending to be some stranger. I accepted it, asked what the guy wanted, and we started talking from there. The conversation with the fake person started casually. For example, we would talk about something random, and it took a while before things took a drift towards the sexual side. I found myself sexting and sending him nudes and receiving some back. For a few reasons, I never knew it was my brother, and those were that he lied about living in another country. I never got to see his face or anything like that, like people send snaps about what they’re doing or randomly their room. I never got to see anything aside from his dick. I didn’t care about that because it meant I could keep some privacy for myself, i.e., I didn’t have to reveal my face or anything like that.

Groped my friend while she talked to her boyfriend / India [MF]

this is a confession from way back when…
This girl and I grew up in the same colony. Even when we started going to college our group would still meet up late evenings, and sometimes whenever she’d sitting next to me I would slide my hand inside her top. I would caress her back and love handles without making it too obvious. Now that I think about, it must have been evident but I was a lil’ tharki.
Our friends used to think we were dating, but we weren’t, she had a boyfriend who was a college senior.
Now back then, pirated movies were not as easy to come by and I was one of the few who had access to these CDs with pirated movies.
So I don’t know how it started but once or twice a week me and Priya would bunk college and go to my house in the afternoons to watch movies. Both my parents we working, thinking I’m studying hard, lol. I remember it was somewhere after monsoons as it was hot outside.
Once in my room, watching the movie, I would dheere se slide my hand around her waist, then inside her top.
After first few times I had given up the pretense and would just put both my hands inside her top.
She would pretend to watch the movie, act ekkdum bholi si;
She’d only really stop me when my hands would go near her boobs; but baki sab was fair, I would squeeze her love handles, finger her belly button. She was kinda chubby but all the right places.

The Student Newspaper [MF]

One of the least exciting things about college has to be clubs. There’s a club for everything, I swear. And inevitably a buddy invites you to a meeting and there’s a mixer after, and unless the club is super lame you get eyefucked by some freshman and the night ends with a BJ or some mediocre sex.

I wish. Clubs would be a lot more popular if that’s how it worked.

But anyway, I was in a college club, one of those major-specific ones that didn’t have a ton of members, but since we were the biggest college in the university we had a lot of support and did a lot of activities. Anyway, our club had decided to do a series of industry tours, and as I’m as advantageous an ass-kisser as anybody else, I volunteered to be in charge of organizing these things. No big deal, make a few phone calls, organize a bus, all’s well.

Mild catfishing became first time [18MM]

Catfishing the best friend became a dipping of the toe [MM]

Several years ago, I became very bored, horny, and into online sex chat rooms. I was just becoming an adult and was eager for more and more ways to put my hard cock to use.

One day, I stumbled upon an older woman who was amazing to talk to. We chatted for about an hour before moving the conversation to Yahoo Messenger (throwback). On there, over the next few days, the conversation got hotter and heavier. I would send pictures of my throbbing member. She would send pictures of her long nails gliding along her pussy from her desk chair.

My best friend, Taylor, was equally as horny with fewer outlets. Still a virgin as he headed into adulthood, he was Mr. PornHub. One day while we were playing Xbox, I mentioned this woman I had been chatting with and encouraged him to checkout the chat room.

I left about an hour after. By the time I got home, I had a text from him saying “logging on.” I wished him luck and sprinted up my stairs to my computer to do the same. The chat room wasn’t too busy and, based on the logs of when people logged on, I was able to quickly tell which one was him.

Roommate’s Little Sister [MF]

So I used to live in an apartment with four other guys, names not important except for one I’ll call “Tyson.” We were the same age, and had gone to high schools near each other – we knew each other, but not well. I’d only ever seen his sister – we’ll call her “Michelle” – once before, when his family was moving him in.

She was killer – 18, a high school senior, all-state track and cross country star, 6’1, a deep auburn-ish redhead, with the body you’d expect of an 18-year-old running 800m closer to 2:00 than to 3:00. LEGS. FOR. DAYS. I can still see her bending over to pick up a box on move-in day, her running shorts riding up until you could juuuuust see the purple cotton panties underneath.

Anyway, she was checking out schools, and the university’s track team was interested in her, and her campus visit was coming up, the week of homecoming.

Journey to 100 Women: Brian’s Sexcapades (Part 6 – Lauren) [M22/F23]

I think it’s called “getting lucky,” for a reason. There was *certainly* an element of luck involved in my previous 3 hookups, all of which came from dating apps. They could’ve just as easily swiped on someone else, or bailed on the actual date. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Honestly, you could argue that had I not mentioned that obscure fucking indie show to Sara, we wouldn’t have fucked that night, and I would’ve still been a virgin. Every action or inaction leads to something else.

I could’ve just as easily not kept in touch with Lauren after college. She could’ve just as easily not found out about her boyfriend’s cheating, or just not have posted it to social media. I could’ve just as easily not seen the post, or just as easily not have reached out. But here we were.

As I mentioned earlier, *someone* had to fuck her. It was “someone else” for the majority of my life. Well, I was gonna toss my hat in the ring every chance I got going forward, which is why I was the one about to get laid.