Young & Horny [fm]

I work in the service industry. Pretty large tourist trap town. I see a lot of people from all over the world. Best part about that is the beautiful women that I get to meet.

So about a month ago, restrictions were a lifted a bit more than before and we saw an influx of business. Plus march madness was here and that usually brings in the crowd as spring break sporadically starts around the country.

This means that a lot of lonely wives are left to their own while the husbands drink beer and watch games. I’ve had amazing luck in previous years. Fucking married women who we’re supposed to be at brunch or shopping while the husbands neglected them. I could assume, for obvious reasons, that this year would not be the same as covid is still a thing. I was right. Not one of these wives showed me the signs of needing a good fuck while the husbands were getting whiskey dicks.

March madness is coming to its ending phases and still no luck. My streak is broken. ‘Oh well’, I think to myself. ‘I’ll get’em next year.’

Sexican Beauties Part 1: The Contact [FF] [Series] [Lesbian] [Action] [Espionage]

Hey guys! I’m trying out a new series and I wanna know what you guys think. If this does well, I’ll continue on with it. If not, then oh well.

Let’s begin.

Plot: Rachel, a white American woman, is recruited as part of an all female Mexican spy agency whose goal is to take down the most dangerous criminal in all of Mexico, codenamed May. She feels like an outsider among a group of well skilled individuals, as she doesn’t share their culture, but finds later on that they’re not so different from her.

Sleeping your way to the top has never been easier…

Part 1

Living in Washington my whole pre-adult life, I had gotten used to the wetness and cold of that place. Mexico was quite the opposite, and it was miserable. The best part? I was gonna be here a while. Perhaps the rest of my life if this got dangerous enough. I wasn’t going to let that happen, however. Although I always carried a gun on me, as required, I never planned to use it. I’ve been told I have a certain sexual charm that I intended to use. Sure, people like money, fame, power. But people will do the craziest things for sex. Me among them.

A Slasher Flick [MF][Snuff][Clothing][Feet]

Rachel lounged on the sofa, her black leggings draping over the arms as she kicked her feet back and forth, absorbed in her phone. Her leggings were tight against her waist, but flared as they approached her calves, the cloth swaying gently as her legs shook. The green sneakers caught the light, the shining rubber and plastic looking slightly beaten down and roughed up from all the walking one inevitably did on a college campus. Every once in a while, her leggings hitched up her legs a little more, a crease forming on the calf, and a small peek of her dark green socks was visible.

Rachel was bored. Brian was on the armchair, sitting on the other side of Rachel. Watching her leggings as they moved, almost hypnotically, up and down, he snapped out of his reverie, and looked over at his pathologically bored sister.

“Keep doing that, your sneakers are going to fly off.”

“Well, hopefully they hit you in the face.” Rachel looked up and stuck her tongue out cheekily. Brian was, like every older brother on the planet, just the tiniest bit a dick.

My [F] Amsterdam Experience

It gets NSFW after the dots

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Back in the good old days before Covid (2018) I (F) did a semester abroad in Europe. Specifically Vienna, Austria. A little background story: I was raised in a very conservative, Catholic family; Mass everyday, Rosary every Saturday, private Catholic highschool, etc. But, as it often happens in that kind of upbringing, I went wild in college. I still lived with my parent but I found ways to sneak out to drink, party and have fun. I have lots of crazy stories about that but the one I’ll be telling today is of the time I bought my first dildo.

As I said, I went to Europe for a semester. I was 19 at the time and it was the first time I lived completely by myself; no parents, siblings, cousins, grandma etc. to watch over me. I was free to do whatever I wanted. As flights are pretty cheap in Europe, I would travel once or twice a month for a weekend to a different country and I would stay in hostels so I didn’t spend so much money. For one of my trips I went to Amsterdam for a weekend. Beautiful city, delicious food, I really enjoyed my short time there and definitely recommend it. It is not a city for kids though, the Red District is very, very NSFW. You walk down the streets and there are prostitutes in every window (it’s legal there), sex shops in every corner and stores where you can buy all kinds of edibles, blunts, mushrooms and other drugs. I even saw two guys doing some coke in broad daylight.

My First Nightclub [18F] [FFM] (Part 1 of 2)

I was eighteen and I had just graduated high school. I could do whatever I wanted. That was what I thought. I was free. Finally, after being under the thumb of “adults” and the tight belt of rules and regulations. I was done with all that, I thought, of any sort. I would do anything and everything I wanted now. But, I didn’t exactly know what I was inviting in when I took on that mindset, especially when it would be combined with my girls on that particular night.

At the corner store on a perfectly warm summer weekend evening, I met up with my best friend who lived nearby, Jessica. Neither of us had a car yet, but in the city it didn’t really matter. Public transportation was like second nature, stepping on the subway, riding the rails, zigzagging through the deep mazes of the underground. Once you got past the smells and the very strange types of people to wander through the cars, it was great. In many ways, it symbolized my freedom.

The Hunt [COMMISSION][Gore, Snuff, Femdom]

Every inch of Farrah’s body said she was a Huntress. Wearing a dark green camisole top and stained canvas pants, her build was toned, slim, lithe. Her dark skin curved in all the right places, a gentle but not obnoxious curve at her chest and hips, and a generous, muscular ass. Her bare arms were muscled, with a patchwork of scars all over: remnants of many a successful hunt. Farrah was a jungle cat, a panther, ready to strike.

Her partner and protege, Claire, had a similar build. Her dirty blonde hair ringed an angelic face, cherubic blue eyes that sparkled when she spoke. Those eyes were the last thing many a man had seen, for even though this was Claire’s first hunt as certified Huntress, she was not a novice. She crept up stealthily behind Farrah, making sure that she disturbed the wildlife around her as little as possible.

And finally, the third partner, the verdant jungle that surrounded them, filled with jumpy animals who had never seen a human before, unflappable plants that had seen far too many, and their prey: A single man. Claire ran through the description in her head: Young, probably not older than 30, pale skin that had been whipped and marked until there was a patchwork of scars. And of course, between his shoulder blades, the stylized M, that marked him as meat.

CONSEQUENCES, Pt.2

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“well based on the lingerie I see, you and the hubby certainly have an active sex life.” I said with a lewd grin. Amanda Nicole Heaton was topless but still wearing her yoga pants. “Oh look, wet spot.” I said, pointing at her crotch. My prey blushed, so I tossed the satin and lace Cami PJ’s I dug out on the bed between us and said “Change into those, I want a little fashion show.” And moved the chair over, having a seat.

If Amanda Nicole Heaton didn’t feel embarrassed and humiliated before, she certainly felt it now. After all this, she was being made to parade in front of her torturer like some damn piece of meat. But again, she knew she had little choice. The Cami PJ’s were skimpy and she be blushed as she stood, twirled, and bent over in front of naked torturer. She noticed that his dick was getting erect again, and that could only mean one thing.

Seeing the MILF pose for me in lingerie was nice. She was currently bent over the bed, one foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, looking back at me. I stepped over, and tugging on the bottoms I said “let’s keep the top, but trust me you won’t be needing these…”

CONSEQUENCES, Pt.6/CONCLUSION

6

Seeing my MILF taking every inch of me as I pounded into her was a great view, and I enjoyed this for some time, just steadily thrusting away while this gorgeous woman grunted and moaned under me. She was mare than taking it; she was pushing back into me as well, and I enjoyed watching the ‘ripple’ across her ass from my thrusting. But now it was time to see HOW open she was to me.

I then urged my MILF onto the bed, and moving in behind her again, placed my knees outside Amanda Nicole’s, but ‘hooked’ my feet inside hers to hold her legs. I was going to need that, because I pushed my now slick disk down her crack…and nudged against her anus. Feeling her stiffen I moved one hand to her shoulder, the other to the flat of her back and said “Come on pet, you can do this. Exhale and push back…that’s it, breathe….” And then I began a firm, slow, steady push, ignoring her tensing and pleas.

[M]y first time with a [M]an at an adult theater

So my first visit was many many years ago. I was 22 years old. I had never been with a man in any capacity before. But years of watching sissy hypnos and porn brought me to the idea of going to a Gloryhole to suck a dick. I had long thought of going but always made up excuses to not go. Finally one day I was so horny and alone that I finally got the courage to go. I knew where one was and I started to drive there. Each mile I drove I felt more nervous but continued driving.
After the thirty minute drive I was finally there. Sitting in the parking lot. Wearing only male clothes but tucked inside them my pretty yellow panties and a white bra. There were about 5 other cars in the lot so I knew people were inside. I was shaking as I walked to the door not knowing what to expect. Once inside I went to the counter and paid my fee to move through the turnstile and into the darkness. To the right a pair of theaters showing straight porn. To the left private booths connected only by gloryholes. Some with straight porn. Some gay. Some trans. I noticed most doors were wide open waiting for someone to come inside. I continued walking to the back and found 3 private rooms. Two with doors and one without. All had nice benches inside. I nervously chose one with a door and sat down. Not knowing what would happen. Shortly after I sat down a man appeared in the doorway and asked to join me. I said sure and he sat down next to me.
I then told him I had never done this before but was curious about how things worked back here.
He was very gracious. He told me about the “rules” and then asked to kiss me. I told him only my neck please. He smelled of cigarettes which I did not enjoy. But his warm lips brought blood flow to my previous limp dick. He then started groping me and I told him that I had a surprise under my clothes. He asked what it was and I got up and closed the door. Pulled off my shirt and wiggles my hips as I exposed my panties and bra to him.
He was so surprised and he loved it. He started to remove his cock and stroke it. It was lovely. About 7 inches and not too thick which I was happy about for my first time. He then got up and kissed my neck some more reaching down and teasing my much smaller dick. I then grabbed his cock for the first time. It felt so nice in my hand. I knew I belonged here. After it was fully hard I asked if I could suck it and he happily said please do sweetie.

Remembering the best orgasm of my life [MF]

Old throwaway account.

I’ve been lurking here and thought I’d share one of my most memorable experiences. This happened roughly 12 years ago, and I still think of it fondly to this day, even though I’m not with her anymore.

She was 19, F, 5’8″ Chinese, long black hair and 38DD bust

I was 20, M, 6′, white, short blonde hair and my dicks an only average 6″

High school had ended, and my girlfriend and I were looking at university. Unfortunately, our plans saw us going different directions. I planned to go to university in a neighboring city, and she planned to go across the country to another province for hers. We were young and in love and said we would make it work. The following years proved that would be difficult. Phone calls helped, and Skype was fairly new but allowed us to see each other for some naughty time every now and then, but we definetly missed the physical connection.