33 [MF] A not so hypothetical afternoon

Pics or it didn’t happen

A not so hypothetical afternoon with Raquel

She’s supposed to be posting her side of the story later!

I call this story “Hypothetically,” but you shall see there was nothing hypothetical about it.

“Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.”

The woman in the following story has decided she wanted to write her own account of the afternoon. She created a throwaway (u/secretslut669) because she knows the horny brigade will be in full force once they have a username. She’s leaving her dms open for now, but all it takes is some shitty people for her to shut them off. If they are off, know that someone was an asshole.

My latest trip took me to the great city of Detroit. I have been in and around the area in the past, but never spent any time there.

Many times when I am in a new city for work, I’ll find myself looking at the spicier side of the local pages. Most pages really have their own personality. This is probably due to their mods and how they run them. (Big shout out to mods! Mostly thankless job!!!).

House Party Fun [MF]

My roommate’s and I threw a Memorial Day house party last year. We normally have a party every year but this was our first party since 2019.

We wanted to go all out.

We invited everyone we knew. Knocked on all the neighbors houses with a bottle of wine in our hands and enough compliments to get their blessings to have a party that “might be a little loud.”

The day came and it was time for fun. As more and more people trickled in, before long the house and backyard were full of young people, hungry for some fun.

The music started playing as the the drinks started flowing.

The party was going well and I was having fun moving around and talking with everyone.

I saw my coworker, Jade, walk through the open front door, behind her was her friend Melissa, who I hadn’t met before.

Jade and I had been working at the local coffee shop together for about 6 months.

We had gone on a couple of casual dates and had hooked up a couple of weeks ago after a friend’s birthday party at the bowling alley.

Last at the Bar [MF, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal, drinking, 420, consensual kink]

Last at the Bar

We’re both at a show, and it’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much me at one end of the bar, you at the other.

You wouldn’t hear me if I said anything, so I wave from across the bar. You wave back and smile a big and beautiful smile that sinks into me like a hook. You motion me over with this kind of cowgirl mosey on over thing. I’m hooked, so I do.

25M [MF] sex with friends mom

I ran into my buddies mom last weekend whom I haven’t seen in almost 7 years, my buddy lives in Texas now and she’s currently divorced and lives alone in the house I basically grew up in. She said she was glad to see me and said she actually is cleaning out the storage room and one of my old guitar amps is still there and asked if I wanted to pick it up, I totally forgot about that amp! I agreed and told her I’ll be by later today.

She’s around 40 now (she had my friend at like 15) so she’s a young hot Hispanic mom, big tits and a firm round ass with light brown wavy hair that’s up to her shoulders, she’s gorgeous.

[MF] My Yoga Instructor in Vietnam

Here’s a true story from a few years ago:

I was traveling through Vietnam. I saw a flyer in my hotel about outdoor yoga classes overlooking some beautiful terraced rice fields. That seemed like fun so I went down to check it out the next morning. I got there for a 10 am class. The instructor was gorgeous, and looked pretty much what you would think a Vietnamese yoga instructor would look like. She was quite small in all ways. Short, thin, but well muscled. She was clearly in great shape. I was 26 at this point, she was 29 but looked younger. She had straight black hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore pink yoga pants and a black tank top. Unfortunately the top was kind of baggy and covered her butt, so I couldn’t see it. I really wanted to, judging by her thighs I was sure it would be very impressive. I was one of the few men in the class, and the only person that came alone. I don’t do a lot of yoga, but I instinctively started trying hard in order to impress her. I tried to play it cool during the class, and not look like I was staring at her. I realize now, that it wouldn’t seem odd for me to be watching my instructor.

[FM] I (27M) creampied a petite (31F) Japanese woman at Mount Everest Base Camp after having not masturbated in almost a month

This story recounts one of the most intense sexual experiences I’ve ever had.

In Spring of 2019, I went traveling around the world for over 3 months after I suddenly found myself both divorced and unemployed. Let’s just say that I no longer loved the woman I was married to (we married quickly to get her a green card) and my sales job at Tesla no longer loved me (Elon loves layoffs).

At the start of the year, I found myself with a decent amount of cash savings and living in a renovated shed in my best friend’s backyard in Austin TX for only $400 a month.

It was a perfect time to buy a one way ticket someplace far away and not return to the “American dream” until I was ready.

I decided I wanted to go to Nepal and hike the Everest Base Camp Trail. Through all of this life stress, I had developed a pretty unhealthy masturbation addiction to where when I fucked a rebound shortly after the divorce finalized, I didn’t feel anything and couldn’t cum.

Fucking the Stranger [MfM]

Dusk in our quiet hotel room. I kneel quietly in the corner, hands on knees, wearing only my buttery soft leather collar and soft silk blindfold and listen to you move around the room. Half of my mind instinctively tries to guess what you are doing. The other half leans into the scenario and let’s me just exist in the moment; letting what happens happen.

Moments slip by and you approach me tipping my chin up with your thumb.

“Open fucktoy” you say softly

Without hesitation I open my lips

“Wider” you tease

I push myself to open my mouth jaw as wide as possible

“Tongue” you instruct

I slide my tongue out as far as possible and immediately feel the saliva start to pool. Nothing happens. You know that I expected to be sucking your cock by now. How much I want to would be evident if you felt the heat and wetness between my puffy pink pussy lips. But you don’t need to check, you know. You always know.

My drool breaches the edges of my gaping mouth and slides down my chin and neck. Neither of us move.

The Soggy Biscuit [M/M 20s, Gay, First Time]

It was a warm summer’s day. The air-conditioning had broken down over at Jessie’s place. Generally, this would be the recipe for a horrible day. But Jessie and Zack were not going to let it get their spirits down, as the only recipe they were concerned with, was their cookie recipe. They had woken up early, so they could make enough batches of cookies to have for breakfast and lunch.

They had always enjoyed doing this activity at least once a month. It was a way of bonding that was not commonplace among male friends, but Jessie and Zack never cared for that. Their cookies were amazing, and anyone who disagreed with their practice was just phobic and a fool.

However, the summer heat and the broken air-conditioning made things tough today. Despite waking up earlier than usual, it still got very hot, very early on in the day. The baking was only halfway done, and there was still plenty of work to be done.

Zack came up with an idea and took off his shirt. He had a rather muscular, fit build, and he was not at all ashamed of showing it off. At this point, all he was still wearing, was his loosely fitting three-quarter pants and his socks, as shoes were always taken off at the front door.

The Taking [NC] [Kidnapping] [Gentle] [MF]

Taking her body was the easy part.

Several off us had gone out for drinks after work. She wasn’t a big drinker, but she agreed to come along. A little talking, some joking, some flirting … and I talked her into a second drink – the one I’d slippped a little something in.

Pretend to be the concerned friend, offer to take her home, and that was it. She was home. My home … our home now.

No, taking her body was easy. It was taking her mind that was going to take some work.

She was so goddamn innocent. Never caused any problems at work. Blushed when someone made the slightest inappropriate joke. Rarely cursed. Never showed too much shin. Never went home with the guys that tried to talk her up.

Oh, I’m not saying she was a virgin, the “waiting for marriage” type. She’d probably been with a guy or two – probably in college, probably guys she thought she loved. But, she was the type to have only ever “made love”, and to have never really been fucked.

Turning a Saint into a Slut [M19/F65][Age Gap][Forceful][Blackmail][Humiliation][Dom/Sub][Squirting/Piss] [Reluctance]

Disclaimer: this is my first post, hope you like it. If you have any triggers, please don’t read.
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It was a hot summer and I was broke. I did a bunch of odd jobs to try and save up money for my freshmen year in college – painting houses, mowing lawns etc. One of the best jobs I had was cleaning pools; I liked it because it was easy and I got to have my shirt off on a hot day.

One of the pools I cleaned was for an older lady named Helen Sanders. She was a widow whose husband passed away a couple years ago.She had a reputation for being the neighborhood nice old lady; basically the female version of Mr. Rodgers. Always made it to service every week and even handed out cookies every once in awhile.

I was happy to help her keep her pool clean even though it wasn’t used all that much since her husband passed. Her husband used to throw BBQs for the whole neighborhood but that all stopped when it was just her.

“All done Mrs. Sanders, pool is squeaky clean”