Tag: Straight

The stranger on Tinder [FM]

So a while back, before the pandemic and everything, I( F19) was freshly single and looking to have fun. I ended up downloading Tinder. So far my experience on it had not been great. I was seriously considering uninstalling the app until I matched with him. He had only a few pictures of himself posted (and by a few I mean I mean only 2), and in both of them you could barely see his face. The only reason I had swipped right was because his description was kind of funny.

The first thing he sent me was an eggplant emoji and a question mark. As a joke I decided to reply with the clock emoji and a question mark as well. He replied with a time and an address and that was it. No hello, no how are you doing, no trying to get to know each other.

I looked at my phone for a few seconds, unsure whether or not I wanted to go along with it. I googled the address, it was not too far from where I lived. A 30 minutes drive at most and if I wanted to make it there on time, i’d have to get ready now. Read more »

Smoke, Cum, and Roses (Smoking Fetish) Lonnie [F]27 Vance [M]25

Lighting her cigarette, Lonnie imagined herself in his arms. She imagined him taking her, over and over while she smoked – their bodies joined together in shared ecstasy. She thought of his warm semen filling her up as she smoked. Many times, she’d smoke two pack as they both moved together towards dawn. Vance had a smoking fetish for as long as he could remember, and now he’d found a partner whose smoking fetish matched his own.

Tonight, both will get off on cigarettes…the naughty purchase of the smokes, checking into the “smoking” hotel room, the arousing visual of the packs, the cellophane and foil, the different lighters, ashtrays on and around the bed, the lipstick stained cigarette butts. Smoking and fucking. Smoking blowjobs. Smoking and cumming. Vance’s cock will stay hard for hours while Lonnie smokes for him tonight. Stroking his fuckstick in and out of Lonnie, his balls will be drained and empty by the time they turned the room key in. Read more »

My first femdom part 11: borrowed at the studio [MF]

First 10 parts are in my profile!

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“So close to cumming already?” the Mystery Woman asked while stroking me.

“Yes,” I replied.

“You’re gonna be here for a while, so I’ll stop for now. But I’m gonna make you cut before I give you back to your woman.”

MW stopped stroking, which was a huge relief. I was not into cum eating, and I was desperately trying to save myself for Claire.

“Let’s make this a little more fun – I won’t make make you cum if you don’t want to.”

“What’s the catch?” I asked.

“The catch is that by the time Claire comes to pick you up you’ll be begging me to make you cum. I’m not sure if you heard us talking before she left, but she let me know every single little thing that turns you on.”

Without skipping a beat, MW delivered a light slap to my balls, making me flinch to defend myself. The slap itself wasn’t too hard, but it caught me by surprise since I was blindfolded, handcuffed and wasn’t expecting it. Read more »

By the Fire, Part 2 – [MF] [D/S] [Ownership] a recollection of a favourite memory.

There are rare moments in which an entire experience feels as if it were carefully scripted by some etherial observer. This was one of those evenings where hours of training, months of romantic dynamic growth, an ideal mood, and even my own thoughts and reflections were all pulled together to create a lasting memory.

Once again, this has been hastily written up on a phone in some limited free time so I apologise for error and frankly not my best writing.

This will be the second and final part of this brief recollection, beginning from the moment the focus shifted from mutual connection in our kinky natures, to the expression of the hunger and thirst a dominant man has to control and ravage the woman he desires.

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“The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an ugre. A homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.”

Almost.

I will admit that it was only upon later reflection of the evening recollected here that these words of Plato came to mind and tied so nicely, not only to my thoughts earlier that evening, but to the experiences which followed. Read more »

[Part 2] My First Threesome [MFF] [Long Story]

The two days leading up to the wedding were two of the most relaxing days of my life. Whenever Teresa was off doing wedding party activities with Nikki and the girls (which was often), I jetted down to the beach down the road from our condo to lay out and people watch. It felt great to do nothing but lay on a beach and drink mai tais.

The only downside to Teresa being so busy was we didn’t have much time for any more fun sexual encounters like we had on the plane. We had time at night, sure, but sex in the privacy of our condo is not quite as scintillating.

That’s not the reason we were here though. The day of the wedding had arrived, and Teresa was up and gone at the crack of dawn. I guess they had a whole grand morning planned out for Nikki before her big day. Massages, pedicures, the whole works. Why they didn’t do it the day before the wedding is beyond me. Read more »

How I [m] ended up fucking my teacher at the 20 years reunion

We all have these crushes that end up marking us for life. One of mine was my native language teacher; she came in the last year of highschool to replace the retired teacher we had until then. She was 5 years our senior, and she was far from perfect, but quite beautiful; a tall blonde woman with a beautiful smile, always wearing white, always stylish. I was in love, and I wasn’t the only one; half the class had a crush on her. Let’s call her Alexandra.

The most courageous of us actually asked her out; and at the ten-years reunion, which I missed on purpose, I found out that she was married to one of our colleagues from the same year. I laughed and moved on, but then a few years after that reunion I had the chance to work with my highschool on a hardware project, and I actually had a small discussion with Alexandra as well. She recognized me; I was never a gifted student when it came to languages, but she told me that she remembered her first teaching year vividly; and teased me about daydreaming during her classes. I confessed I was daydreaming about her, and she blushed. But our discussion finished there, and I went on to finish my job. I saw her two years later, passing by, in a promenade place in the city; she was walking with her children, and she saw me. She looked at me, blushed again, said nothing and we moved on. Read more »

I used to get passed around a group. Here’s part two of how it all started [FM]

A couple of days ago I told you about how it started with myself and a group of five mates. Only two of them were involved in that first post, Aiden and Brian. Now I’ll tell you how another one got involved. I’m using fake name by the way.

Aiden (from the first post) and one of his other school friends, Charlse, came to pick me up because we were all going to a party. By now we were all 18 so it was party time, all the time. Not that it wasn’t before, but now we could do it openly instead of sneaking around abandoned places or waiting for a friend’s parents to go away. I say “his mate” instead of “our mate” because up until now I can’t think of one time Charlse had even acknowledged me, even though we had several classes together. So later in the night Charlse says he’s leaving and asks if I want a ride. I say ok. Aiden had already left so it was just us. Read more »

[M]y Little [F]ucktoy – Sharing is caring [MMFF]

“You ready for tomorrow night?” I asked via text. Cindy was quick to respond: “Yes. Nervous but excited. I’ve been wet non-stop all week thinking about it.” My response: “Don’t forget, be at my apartment at 5:30. That should give shit for brains enough time to get home. Park in the garage, 2nd floor. That way, no one will pay attention to your car. We need to be at the hotel before 7 so we can prepare” texting her again with the details to be sure. “Ok, Jake, how many guys?” “Let me worry about that. You worry about being a good little slut. Trust me, you will be used and worn out by the end of the night. If you are good, I might let you shower before sending your pathetic ass home.”

“Fuck you, Jake.” Read more »

Horror movies and chill [MF] [fictional]

Tonight was going to be a special night. I’ve invited my girlfriend over to watch some horror movies, and probably
just cuddle a lot. We’re kinda at second base(?), like we’ve kissed and stuff, but it hasn’t gone much further than
that… maybe this night will be different. It has to be.

Maybe I should say something about my girlfriend: her name is Rachel and she’s a year older than me, but I’m like half a
foot taller and it always feels like I’m the “older” one. Anyway, so she’s pretty short, and her medium-length curly brown
hair falls into her freckled face and makes her incredibly beautiful. However, that’s only half of the reason she looks
perfect; she is also pretty athletic and she has firm boobs and a really nice, round ass. The amount of time I’ve spent
fantasizing about undressing her and burying my dick deep inside her…

My parents worked in international business, and they were out of the country for a few days, so this now was perfect for
having my girlfriend over and potentially lose my V-Card… Read more »

MF Brothel experience

A few years ago I was in a rough place in my life, on the brink of divorce, me and my wife weren’t being intimate. I’m talking months of not having sex and too depressed to sort my self out physically.

I’d kept myself in shape and well kept, but my wife wasn’t interested in the slightest, she was barely talking to me. My day would involve waking up while it was dark, jumping into my van and going to work for 12 hours then coming home when it was dark, I had no life for around 6 months.

Anyway, on this particular day I’d been booked into a Thai massage parlor to do some electrical work, pretty close to my house. I arrived and the place was completely locked up, I tried the phone number I was given and to my surprise a huge Russian man appeared next to me. This guy was straight out of a movie, a mountain of a man, grey slicked back hair, overweight and a thick accent which I could barely understand. Read more »