So, I’ve been going through Reddit/tumblr years now and I’ve always gotten off to things related to chastity, cuckolding, etc. for a long time now, but it’s always been a fantasy. But recently, something changed it all. I’ve been with my partner for a couple years now and it’s the safest relationship I feel like I’ve ever been in. Like, I know this is my person forever. We’re no stranger to toys, and by that, I mean we always use vibrators and I sometimes fuck her with a crystal dildo. In the past six months my partner and I have discovered that she has a huge worship/praise fetish. She loves hearing me call her sexy, hot, etc. She also loves to hear me say that as I “worship” her body (kiss her feet, rub her legs, things that feel good) while she puts the vibrator on her clit. Sometimes she likes teasing me by making me wait to fuck her & has me use my hand to fuck her and tease her with the crystal dildo.
Tag: Swingers
[M/F][M/F/M] Midnight – Episode 3 [Forced/NonCon][Abduction][BDSM]
There was no wind, no moon, no owls. In the distance you could hear the sound of a crackling campfire and crickets chirping ceaselessly. The land and the sweeping mountain-tops around it were shadowed in complete darkness. But you couldn’t call it a dark night; the sky was ablaze with stars, exploded like fireworks beneath the translucent marble belt of the milky way. Beneath was an imperfect mirror, a liquid black sky rippling in the cauldron of Crater Lake. Wizard Island emerged, modest and gloomy in the night, like a tombstone for what the mountain once was. Warm summer nights were a rarity in Oregon, but this was one to remember. Hannah barely even needed her hoodie as she sat on a fallen log overlooking the lake, staring up. A twig snapped when her father approached, sitting beside her and handing her a freshly prepared cup of cocoa. Hannah gratefully accepted.
“This is amazing.” Hannah remarked, then sipped her cocoa a little before promptly burning her tongue.
“Yeah, it’s such a clear night. I don’t know if I’ve even seen stars like this.” Her dad answered jovially. He sipped his cocoa, hissed upon also burning himself, then sat it down.
Sex filled MDMA night PART 1 [MF]
My friends and I used to live having roll parties in our 20s. We’d pop some molly, turn off the lights, get some LEDs and just rave for a while in our homes. This particular party was for my birthday a few months after we had went to a music festival. At the music festival my friends and i had met these two girls, M and P. M was average height, blonde blue eyes, and slim but in great shape, she really worked on her body. Very small tits, nice sculpted ass but not big. P was a little shorter and curvier, medium tits, very round ass. We had a great time with them. The last night of the festival we were all rolling and low key we all wanted to have some fun in the girls tent afterwards, but my friend’s wife got nervous so it never happened.. important information.
On my birthday I had been wanting the girls to come down and celebrate with us (they lived in another state), as I had developed quite a crush on M and she had feelings for me as well. Unfortunately she couldn’t make it for whatever the reason was, but no big deal. We weren’t in a relationship so I invited a friend of mine to come party with us, cuz of course I wanted to get laid regardless. My friend, R, was the girl that also supplied us with the molly, so win win.
She Should’ve Known Better Than To Take The Busy Today.
Running late for work, the woman danced around the house with one-legged hops, alternating between legs until both feet were completely through the slots of her pants. Meanwhile, her arms flailing across the room, one busy with the toothbrush in her mouth while the other was punching keys upon her phone’s screen in desperation to send a message to someone, anyone, that she would certainly be late today. Somehow she manages through the chaos, able to make it out in one piece but most importantly fitted sensibly for her job. The only obstacle left was the dreaded bus ride that would indeed be jammed back with other tardy bodies who failed to prepare promptly for their daily careers. Cursing softly to herself, she makes her way out the door, her flats tapping against the ground as her heels swing in her hand, dangling off the light curled grasps of her fingertips.
“Better late than never.” An individual who passes her greets as she flies past him. But obviously, they had no clue of her boss, none at all. The assertion and strictness of his nature, along with his quickness to punish any minor infraction severely. He is feared as much as he is well respected. And it is out of such respect that she tries her best to meet his every demand, along with the significant praises he offers her following every completed task. Never before had she found herself in such a predicament, but little did she know that it could always get worse.
My little slave
My dear little cumslut was crawling at my feet. She dragged her chained limbs across the floor, eyes staring up at me. She wore thin black leathery attire barely covering her sweetest areas. She attempted to speak through her tightly wrapped gag,
“Stupid whore, you know I can’t understand you with that in your mouth”
I said as I knelt down to her level holding her chin in one hand, undoing her gag with the other.
“Sir” she spoke. But stopped suddenly as my hand sharply landed across her face.
“My my your one stupid slut today aren’t you?” She nodded in agreement.
“you know what you did wrong didn’t you girl? Speak”
“Yes sir. I spoke without permission sir” she added weakly.
“That’s right girl. Now what did you want?”
“I want cock sir. Your cock. I want it inside me please, please, please” She begged.
She was desperate and I reveled in her begging.
“Maybe I will give it too you and maybe I won’t. That depends on you”
Sex in the Airport with a married Turkish Woman [F]40
I’m not a native English speaker and you’ll probably notice many errors in my writing. Sorry for that.
This story happened about 2 months after the end of my marriage. It is important that you know that my ex and I were swingers (breakup had nothing to do with that) and in general I’m a guy that has only two ways of living: in a relationship (vanilla or not) or looking for fun and good sex!
After the breakup I was definitely looking for fun and good sex. I registered on Tinder and I arranged with a friend to go to Cap D’Agde (probably you don’t know but it’s the paradise for swingers in Europe). In the end he bailed out last minute, but I spent the craziest 5 days of my fucking life where I had sex with 8 women!
When I came back, I went back to Tinder. At the time, my profile was quite uncommon. I didn’t have any real pictures, just quotes and quite some text that was a mix of spicy, intriguing and arrogant. I didn’t have many matches but the ones that I had were from women that definitely wanted to get laid.
[MF] When good intentions go sideways
During my time, to put it bluntly, as a hoe I wanted to at least try and date. I was naive and took my dating profile to what I thought was “safe territory” : long term dating, ratcheted up the age range, and took off any short term dating. I watched my matches dwindle but one caught my eye. She was a couple years older, loved Jesus, loved him some more, and talked about how she was finding her mister right. Nothing overtly sexual in her profile and she loved going to the gym and bake sales. I messaged instantly and after a bit of back and forth SFW texting we swapped even more SFW pics and then she asked if I wanted to come to a house party her friends were having. Of course I’m game and she says there’s drinking and if I get too tipsy I can sleep it off on her couch.
How this weekend’s Halloween party changed everything [M]
I’ve been questioning if I should write this, or even how, after this weekend’s events…but figured I might as well.
For a bit of a backstory, I went through a breakup earlier this year, unrelated to the events that (eventually) transpired in this story and I still maintain a friendship with my ex-girlfriend, we just wanted different things out of life. But, that’s not this story.
(I apologize for the length, skip to —— for fun)
I’ve always had a bit of an interest in crossdressing, and after the breakup, it felt like the perfect opportunity to experiment, and see if I enjoyed it. Fortunately, I have a fantastic girl friend (not my ex), that really enjoyed me helping transform myself.
As October approached, I mentioned to her that I didn’t have a costume picked out for the party, and she off-handedly suggested picking out a woman costume, and that sounded like a fantastic idea. With the new idea, her and I proceeded to put together a pretty good Velma (from Scooby Doo) costume for myself, while adding some subtle sexiness – namely lace underwear and taller heels and she went as Daphne.
“Blind” Date [MF] [sensual] [voyeur] [masturbation]
I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, “Excuse me, Sir.”
I had just completed a speech on leadership in human resources at a local seminar and was putting away my iPad back into its case and didn’t notice you approach. I quickly turn around and see two beautiful women standing behind me. “Hello, ladies,” I welcome with a smile, “How may I be of service?”
With an outstretched hand, “I wanted to thank you for such an insightful and powerful lecture,” you say as I firmly, yet gently, take your hand in mine and shake it professionally. “I own a nonprofit for blind charities and one of the things I find most challenging is the human resources aspect of my job and I believe the information you provided will be most beneficial.”
Before I could respond, your assistant gently pats your hand draped lightly gripping her left forearm. “I see an old acquaintance and want to say hello. I won’t be long and see you are in good hands. I’ll be back shortly,” she says as you release your grip from her arm.
“Have fun,” you say with a smile as she disappears into the crowd of people standing nearby.
“Blind” Date [MF] [sensual] [voyeur] [masturbation]
I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, “Excuse me, Sir.”
I had just completed a speech on leadership in human resources at a local seminar and was putting away my iPad back into its case and didn’t notice you approach. I quickly turn around and see two beautiful women standing behind me. “Hello, ladies,” I welcome with a smile, “How may I be of service?”
With an outstretched hand, “I wanted to thank you for such an insightful and powerful lecture,” you say as I firmly, yet gently, take your hand in mine and shake it professionally. “I own a nonprofit for blind charities and one of the things I find most challenging is the human resources aspect of my job and I believe the information you provided will be most beneficial.”
Before I could respond, your assistant gently pats your hand draped lightly gripping her left forearm. “I see an old acquaintance and want to say hello. I won’t be long and see you are in good hands. I’ll be back shortly,” she says as you release your grip from her arm.
“Have fun,” you say with a smile as she disappears into the crowd of people standing nearby.