Tag: Straight

[XP] My Parent’s Basement [ff] [bdsm] [huml]

“Be a good girl while we’re gone, honey.” mom said, as she hoisted her final piece of luggage into the trunk.

“No promises.” I said with a grin, and she offered a warm smile in return, the skin around her eyes framed with gray wrinkling.

“At least try not to burn the house down.” dad added gruffly as he slammed the trunk shut and settled into the car.

“Yes sir.” I offered, and he flashed me a friendly smile in the rear view mirror as mom clambered into the car.

Even now, well into their late fifties, mom and dad were going strong, and this year, as always, they were off on their yearly honeymoon and anniversary celebration, coming as it did three months after the madhouse cluster of birthdays me and my thirteen sisters shared. In years past, they had sent me off to my sister’s place for the week, to stay with her and her two kids my own age, but this year they had decided to turn the house over to my care while they were gone.

As the car pulled out, mom gave a friendly wave, and soon my phone buzzed in my pocket. Read more »

[MF] (25 and 18), playing with a new, inexperienced sub. Pics upon request.

This happened yesterday. All was consensual and done with safewords / discussion beforehand of limits.

We met on Tinder. She was brand new to submission, and hadn’t ever done anything even a little rough. When we chatted on the app, she was shy, but as we started to text more and more, it became clear just what kind of girl she was.

I arranged a meeting at a coffee shop and gave her instructions. She showed up in a beautiful patterned sun dress and stockings (it is finally vaguely warm, if you consider 30 F warm). She was about 5’5″, skinny, with little tits and nice hips. She had a cute little pixie cut with fading hair dye. She was tiny, which was perfect, as I am over a foot taller than her (better for throwing her around).

She followed her instructions to the dime. She curtsied, kissed my cheek and grabbed my cock through my pants. Her cheeks were bright red as she did it. Embarrassed and ashamed. I am very direct, and the more I asked her about her experience, the more it became clear she had none and was embarrassed. She had been with two guys, and neither had been rough. When we established my understanding of consent, safewords, limits, etc. I took her hand, walked her to my car, and pushed her roughly against it. I kissed her hard, and ran my hand under her dress, feeling her body. I opened the door and shoved her in. Read more »

All the Filth That’s Fit to Print and Smutty Journalism

Sal and I worked a shall we say unique beat. We covered the seedy and salty side of our fair, gritty city. Los Angeles, the “City of Angels” it ain’t. What it is is a gutter filled with filthy animals that crawl out at night to do their sullen business, and indulge their fallen cravings. They say the word “Abomination” means furthest removed from God and the City of Angels is exactly that. Tinsel town and Hollywood fueled this hot mess, and made it gritty.

A place in the high desert, once populated by orange and lemon groves, farming, ranching and oil fields is now a sewer for every form of filth that ever slimed out of a shitpit.

Sal was a pro at getting information and setting up the money shots. Me? Armed with a Graflex and some film packs, I’m ready to go. Bulbs in my pocket are packed in tissue paper to keep them from clanking around and scaring off Sal’s prey. Read more »

MILF [40] blows me [32] in a fitting room [FM]

I went through a divorce a few years ago and a major reason for it was the complete lack of sex from my wife. I’m not talking only every once in a while, but the last three years of our marriage included zero sexual contact. I remained faithful until near the end, but this story is about the first sexual encounter I had with a woman after years of nothing but masturbation. I have plenty of other stories from the years that followed if people are interested.

I was living in a new city and in my early 30s as my marriage was falling apart. I’m a fit caucasian guy and this was a city in Asia, so there was plenty all around to look at. I have never been good at meeting women in bars or anything like that, so I started browsing local dating sites. (This was in the days just before Tinder.)

I was amazed at the number of responses I got and soon I was talking to a woman about 10 years older than me who was also going through a divorce and was clearly at least as horny as I was. We were soon sending very sexual messages back and forth a few times a day. And it was also quite clear that neither of us was looking for a relationship. We both just wanted to relieve some pent-up sexual tension. Read more »

[FM] Fucked so hard I could barely walk.

I was lost in thought while working out today as I was thinking about the experience I had with a redditor few days ago. I had to finish my workout quickly to touch myself in the shower as thoughts of our encounter left me with more feelings of desire and lust.

It was not my first time with him. Our first encounter was around a week ago after he responded to my dirty r4r for voice chat, propositioning we meet instead. Though I didn’t feel like meeting him at first, I ultimately gave in to his devilish messages. He was persistent and I was totally driven by uncontrollable urges— . After few weeks of traveling abroad and having no sexual contact, I was ready to be wild with someone random and satisfy my sexual appetite.

We had agreed to meet at the bar but the hot and steamy messages got me so aroused that I just invited him straight to my place. I couldn’t wait. We touched, kissed, fucked. He was rough, and I liked it. My memory of how it felt gets my heartbeat racing every time. Just his finger inside my pussy got me squirming and squealing and gave me a mind blowing sensation that kept me wanting more. He fucked me hard and I was completely subdued when he came all over me. He promised another playful fuck-date before the holidays, this is the story of our second encounter: Read more »

The Story of J

He stopped short of asking his next question. Leaning back against the front window, she pushed her legs out straight. He slid his body closer. Shifting his left hand to rest on top of her right, he leaned forward, his face almost touching hers. Her head tilted down, her eyes rose to meet his. He bent forward, hesitated, their lips inches apart. The first kiss was a gentle questioning peck. Was she receptive to more? She bent her head slightly to her right. He slowly and gently kissed her again and again. Her eyes closed, her head fell back, as he pushed his mouth on to hers.

Her head burned, her heart raced and all her inhibitions disappeared. Arms lying limp at her sides, she became lost in his passions. His hands raced over her body, rising to cup a breast and pinch hard on a nipple. Pulling it up and out, then releasing it to spring back in. She sucked in hard when his hand pushed down between her legs driving fingers toward her wetness. She grabbed his wrist, trying to push him away, but it was too late. A finger punched it’s way in. Her legs went limp, her brain crackled, as one finger followed the other. Read more »

The Story of J

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jenni wanted to scream.

It was all she could think of, slamming her fists down on the bed. Why the fuck me? Why was she the only one left at home to deal with the two of them? Why did her sisters have to leave? One after the other. Why did Carol move to Dallas? Why did Peter have to go off to LSU? Why did Will have to spend all the time at the camp? Why couldn’t she leave too? Why was she left to live through all the shit of her parents? Why?

Jenni could still hear her mom crying in the bathroom down the hall. Hear her fathers drunken rants from the living room. She thought of crawling out her bedroom widow the way she’d done so many times before and go for a swim. Immerse her body deep enough into the black water where all she would hear were the muffled sound of their fighting. All she wanted to do was run away and hide. To get as far away from them as she possibly could. But she new in the far recesses of her brain she would never get far enough. Read more »

A Perfect Fuck [FM]

So my boyfriend of four years has a birthday is coming up and I had the greatest idea to write him a sort of personal erotica story about the two of us as a present. I’ve never done anything like this before for him and I hope I wrote it well enough. If y’all seem to like it then maybe I won’t be too embarrassed to actually give it to him. Anyway, I know the rules of this subreddit are for true stories, and really this one is, even though I wrote it like fiction. I’m not precisely recalling a specific night of sex because this is how we always do it. It’s basically a story of the way we have sex if that makes sense, like 99% of the details in the story are the way we have sex every single time. (I don’t care if that makes us boring cause he knows me so well he gives it to me exactly the way I like it.) Everything that happens in my story has happened between the two of us at least a hundred times, usually in the same order too. If I’m posting in the wrong place, take it down, but this is a true story I’ve lived and enjoyed a thousand times. Read more »

[MF] Skinny dipping with a MILF leads to more (Long)

Hi everyone. Longtime lurker so thought it was about time I gave something back to this excellent subreddit. I am not the greatest writer and it will probably end up being super long but I hope you enjoy the story. Bit of background first, skip to the para that starts in bold for the juicy stuff.

I am a late 30’s married guy with a wonderful family and a great if somewhat run of the mill life. However back in my 20’s when I was young free and single I had some pretty wild experiences. Thought I would share one of those with you today and if you like what you read I might write more. And in case you are wondering I am 6’5″ and back in the day was in reasonable shape (probably best described as a rugby players build).

After finishing University I spent several years working in the Med on yachts, it was a great life of sailing, drinking, partying and girls. Each week I would look after a different set of guests, usually families but sometimes groups of friends, couples etc. Read more »

Delivering an extra present [FM]

I’m home with my family for Christmas, and ever since I learned to drive one of my festive chores has been to go around and deliver cards and presents to local relatives and family friends around my hometown – not a particularly enjoyable prospect, as it invariably involves a long afternoon of smiling at pleasantries from aunts and uncles, and trying not to be press-ganged into coming in for drinks or foods and end up trapped there for hours.

Another reason for my dread over the past couple of years has been the prospect of delivering cards and presents to my ex-boyfriend’s house – although we get on okay it’s always awkward when we meet, and our families have remained friends which is also makes for tricky conversations in itself. Last year I managed to slip their card and present through the door with no trouble, but this year my heart sank as I rang the doorbell and, just as I was ready to deposit their goodies, I heard thudding downstairs. When the door opened, I was at least a little relieved that rather than my ex or his parents, it was his younger brother that opened the door to me. Read more »