Tag: Straight

Last night’s arranged [f]uck date used [m]y pussy all night and morning. [kink]

The other day I was out drinking with friends, which always makes me horny. I told my Sir that I wanted fucked badly. He was kind enough to post an ad calling for men in my area to come fuck me. He knows that I prefer older, well-educated men so the applicants were vetted accordingly. I fell asleep and when I awoke he had already found several possible matches. Once my Sir had narrowed it down to a few lucky candidates I was allowed to choose. Immediately I was drawn to one man, the professor, in particular, but another man’s huge cock also tempted me. However, my Sir and I agreed that the monster cock would be better saved for another day.

I contacted the professor via Snapchat to discuss logistics. He had seen a verification photo of me but had not yet seen my face, so I snapped him a few selfies. Then I created a group chat so both men could discuss how I would be fucked while I passively observed, answering questions when asked.

My Sir set ground rules that the professor was to abide by. Condoms were to be used, no lasting marks were to be made and I had to have a safe word. Read more »

[MF] Second Excerpt from the Journal of Adrian Fitzgerald, Adventurer, Warrior, and Prisoner of War [fantasy][oral]

I’d expected a poor level of hygiene (for the Dyriel are predominantly a primitive, nomadic people who subsist on the fruits of their savage raids), one that carried with it an odorous stench. To my surprise, the queen didn’t just smell passable; her aura was an almost palpable veil of femininity, a mix of grapefruits and mint and apples.

Even so, the archers flanking the throne had had to train their weapons on me in a silent threat before I came to my senses and dropped to my knees before her spreadeagled form. The impulses of the masculine are inherently powerful, and I couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of arousal as I let my eyes rove over her. All thoughts of the raid, of the strangeness of my predicament, of my puzzlement as to why the Dyriel would risk their revered, almost deified queen by putting her in such peril, evaporated. Read more »

[MF] The time Joseph (26) made my (20) legs go out while we fucked in a friend’s bathroom… kind of long, some pics of me included.

Joseph and I were together from the fall of 2015 to fall of 2016. This story took place a few months shy of a year ago, at the home of our friend Julie.

Joseph and I lived together in the middle of nowhere, an absolutely tiny house in the woods, at the foothills of Appalachia in Virginia with our two dogs. Visiting any friends was always upwards of an hour’s drive, so when we went out it was generally for the night.

Julie has been one of my best friends for about 7 years, she just finished college and is often out travelling the world doing residencies for her art; so, when she is back home, she just stays with her parents in a super cozy cabin near my hometown. Joseph was an introverted guy and often found himself choking around my super loud, bubbly friends, but he always really warmed up around Julie so I really enjoyed when the three of us would hang out and he could feel comfortable. Read more »

Can we talk about this later? [F]

Relax, deep breaths, ease it in slowly.

There’s an art to inserting a butt plug.

There it is, little push, now arch your back and roll your hips.

It’s cold and firm, and pressing all the right spots in all the best ways. My left thumb caresses the piercing on my right nipple and my lips curl into a smile. My right hand slides around my hip to the warm dampness of my waiting pussy. I massage the outer labia, teasing at my clit with my finger tips. I bite my lip and push a finger inside. I can feel the plug through my vaginal wall and everything starts to twitch. I’m writhing and moaning, burying my face in a pillow praying my room mate still has his head phones in on the other side of the house.

I’m squirming on the brink of orgasm. Shallow breaths lead to heaving breasts and everything is shaking. There’s a knock on the front door. Fuck it. I’m almost there. The knock persists and the dog starts barking. No. NO. NO. I quicken the pace of my strokes. “Are you gonna get the door?!” my room mate yells. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Use the hand sanitizer next to my bed, and answer the door. Read more »

Late 40’s [F] and the college boy [M]: A first for both of us Pt. 2

[Repost from my previous account. I’m going to put up a few of my previous posts to fill in my history–leading into new posts about other experiences I’ve had, too.]

As a refresher, I was a tall, gawky kid growing up, with glasses and an overbite. Then I wrestled throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence.

Again, Kim was in her late 40’s, curvy but not fat, maybe 5″4″ with a cute, youthful face (smooth skin, no wrinkles) and gray and white hair, cut kind of in a fashionable bob haircut. I should define fashionable bob, because it’s basically the hair style that it seems women over 35 have–where it’s kind of longer in the front framing her face and then gets shorter toward the back (I find it the perfect mix of cute/professional/sexy). Medium skin color, kind of reddish like she had a tan that was fading but still had the freckles. She had wide hips and a large, very nice ass that still had some perk to it (though larger than what I was used to), and–by my estimate–double d breasts with fairly large areolas and eraser-like nipples. Read more »

Starla’s Sex Journal, 10/3/17; [Ff][Fdom][Fsub][breastfeeding][oral]

Crying in front of someone else’s baby feels wrong in an unexpected kind of way. At first, they were only tears, but eventually I did start to sob. It got so bad that I had to put Kieran back in his crib, so I could go dry my eyes. Let me explain.

I got a C minus on an exam, when I really needed at least a B. My professor, who knows me very well at this point because I stay after every day with questions, she handed me the test back, and gave me a consolatory pat on the shoulder. I’m probably going to fail out of HST 141, the worst part being that it’s African-American History and I live with a black person. I mean, Kiera wouldn’t actually care that I failed it, but I would. Call it white guilt, I guess.

Kiera walked through the door, with a hard sigh, and stormed straight into her bedroom. I was seated on the edge of her bed still, rubbing my eyes, trying to calm myself. I couldn’t let her catch me crying in her bedroom; that’s some creepy shit out of context. I stood up immediately, and turned my face away, towards the window. “I just put him down for naptime. Waiting for him to fall asleep,” I said. Read more »

My Asian Girlfriend Fucked by a Retard and his Dad [nc][huml][cuck]

[*** Fictional story that’s been on my mind of late ***]

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My girlfriend Haylee and I have been dating for just around two years now. She’s 22 years old, from china and as cute as can be. I’m 24, half asian, half white and absolutely in love her. Haylee is my baby. She’s very small in stature (around 5’ 0”) and just plain innocent looking, with perfectly smooth, light skin. She also has a surprisingly round little butt, especially for a Chinese girl. We’re both pretty shy by nature and don’t really go out of our way to meet new people on the regular. To be honest I like it this way, because I’m always afraid that Haylee will one day meet someone better then me. Someone bigger, louder, and more outgoing. Read more »

25M4F – Molding and Shaping a slut for Ownership – Mixture of very cute and very degraded. Come write with me!

I unmounted her quickly. Her tight pussy closing with a slop as I pulled out. Her intense breathing and gasps were everything I imagined they would be. I stood above with the belt taught for a few seconds. The way her back arched was majestic. I spat on her, dropped the make shift collar and lead belt and let her fall down naturally with fatigue. With her face to the ground, it took her only two seconds before she leant back and spread her arse cheeks like she knew she was supposed to. I smiled at her eagerness to serve and please. Then I spat at her gaping fuck holes one more time as we both panted, catching our breath.

This woman in front of me was everything I needed. I had to mindfully calm myself otherwise I would have jumped back on her and finished balls deep with a growl.

“What are you?”

“A slut to use.” She replied. Her sloppy pussy and arse opening and closing with her heavy breaths.

“Up.” I said as I walked across the room to take a seat, shaking my legs off to stop my left thigh from cramping. Read more »

Late 40’s [F] and the college boy [M]: A first for both of us

[Repost from my previous account. I’m going to put up a few of my previous posts to fill in my history–leading into posts about other experiences I’ve had, too. For the impatient I’ve placed an **action starts here** below, as I realize this is long.]

Should probably start with a little explanation. As I was growing up I was tall, gawky, had glasses and an overbite. Then I was a wrestler throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence.

I remember hearing my dad and his buddies laugh about how ridiculous and unrealistic “I can’t believe it happened to me” letters that were in Penthouse (or Playboy? Both?) and that’s kind of how I feel about the experiences I’ve been fortunate enough to have–I don’t consider myself overly sexual or deviant, but I’ve somehow managed to have a lot of encounters that, upon reflection, are large in volume (everything from college girls to probably an unusually high amount of milfs/cougars) and kind of unusual (in semi-public rooms, fingering under the covers in front of the girl’s family, threesomes, with food, tying up, and so on) and seem like bs. Read more »

Thanks for the Treat

I was forever a shy teenager who’d gotten more than expected attention from boys for my gorgeous body under those sweats. Fairly tall at 5’11”, strawberry blonde waves and a 34C over a 24inch waist with an applebottom (my nickname with friends) didn’t distract me enough to pursue my education very very seriously and I’d had no time left for a boyfriend. After graduation, I landed my first real job as a teacher and went out boozing mid week to celebrate with my best friend Annie. Before leaving home, she’d emotionally blackmailed me to promise I’d let go of my inhibitions for the night if I cared for her, though the night had been pretty tame. It was late, I wasn’t very drunk yet and Annie being the wild child she is was having her go at some stranger on the dance floor. As I sat fiddling with my drink at the bar, a tall sharply dressed man plopped on the seat beside me. “So, you ready for it?” he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. I gave him a sharp stare and said nothing,that sounded shady as hell. But then the man nodded his head towards the dancing Annie and repeated “You must’ve heard of it?” which is when it hit me Annie might’ve set me up for some wild dares. Feeling quite reckless before my mundane job routine began, I replied “Yeah, I’m up for it”. I must’ve been hit up more than I thought, for I signed a document he conjured up the next instant. It looked legal enough and I was waiving off rights to press charges for what I was partaking would result to but I figured it was just some part of a kinky game. Read more »