I recently turned 50 and in the weeks leading up to the big day I started reminiscing about my life: the good, the bad….and well, the kinky. I’ve mentioned some of these escapades in comments, but I thought I’d take the opportunity to post some of the stories in all their glory. I’ll start with one from a while back…about 20 years ago.
Tag: Swingers
My 500th Tinder Date – Eating 2 [F] Pussies @ Sydney, Bondi Beach
I’m new to Reddit. Odd, as I only thought it was a place to post links for streaming sports from around the globe. But fuck. It’s a rabbit hole of the unique, weird, wild, and interesting. Well, no forum is fun if everybody lurks. So? After reading about some of you degenerates, I thought I’d contribute my own story. One of many, many, many.
Ever since Tinder, Bumble, etc. have unfolded, I’ve had every experience under the Aussie sun. From 3some relationships to heading to the swingers club with a Dutch backpacker, to rejection (giving and receiving) and of course catfishing she (buzzed straight up looking for sex, and “no” it wasn’t gonna happen).
Brevity is not my strength, so here comes a story that requires a glass of Shiraz with feet up on the ottoman:
I met Spanish Sophia (F 29yrs old born in Spain / dark skin, but raised Australian / accent) on Tinder. She lives in famous Bondi Beach. A professionally trained dancer, she was tall, dancer’s body slim, small (but great) tits, and a huge smile and eyes with energy. Newly single we chatted, laughed, and had a wine at a cool small bar close to the beach. The attraction was there, so I grabbed a bottle of wine, and we went back to her place… Very cool, sexy apartment. White appointments with this Balinese / yoga vibe (very Bondi Beach-esque). Big windows that open to the beach. You can hear the surf. Fucking lovely.
Texas Exhibitionist Acts Out Her Masturbation Fantasy at an Austin Swinger’s Club [FMF][exhibitionism][public masturbation][orgasm][flight attendant][swinger’s club]
[Original Story WITH REAL HOME GIFS POSTED HERE ON IMGUR](https://imgur.com/fWmceZt)
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As a flight attendant and exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me in my fantasy of dancing and stripping nude from my flight attendant uniform and then masturbating to orgasm. It could be for a male flight attendant or pilot on my crew, someone on the hotel staff or even as wild as entertaining in the cockpit on a long all-nighter to Europe. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.
Before I got hired by an airline, I used to fantasize about traveling and meeting men to watch me masturbate. It could be to the many cities my airline flew and it could be done anonymously with perfect strangers, which was my ideal fantasy. The world was going to become my exhibitionist playground.
Texas Exhibitionist Acts Out Her Masturbation Fantasy at an Austin Swinger’s Club [FMF]
[Original Story WITH HOME GIFS POSTED HERE ON IMGUR](https://imgur.com/fWmceZt)
As a flight attendant and exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me in my fantasy of dancing and stripping nude from my flight attendant uniform and then masturbating to orgasm. It could be for a male flight attendant or pilot on my crew, someone on the hotel staff or even as wild as entertaining in the cockpit on a long all-nighter to Europe. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.
Before I got hired by an airline, I used to fantasize about traveling and meeting men to watch me masturbate. It could be to the many cities my airline flew and it could be done anonymously with perfect strangers, which was my ideal fantasy. The world was going to become my exhibitionist playground.
The Roommates Chapter 2
Mary walked up to her boyfriend’s apartment with a purpose. She had woken up that morning drenched in sweat after dreaming about someone eating her out. She could say exactly who it was she was dreaming about, but she was trembling when she woke up in drenched blue panties and a silk pajama top. She was so horny that she wanted to head straight over to Rob’s house and have sex, but she knew he had been working nights. She decided to wait until the afternoon.
After spending the day watching tv and waiting, she had shaved her legs and pubic area in the shower and although she wanted to, resisted the urge to touch herself. She put on her shortest skirt and decided against panties. After all she was only going over there to fuck. She doubted they would be getting out of bed once it started. She put on a lace front-clasp bra and as silky black top.
She sent a message to Rob’s phone before she left, but he didn’t reply. He was probably sleeping, she thought. Not to mention, Rob was pretty terrible at texting back in a timely manner. Mary jumped in her car to headed over. She was so horny she had to stop herself, remember to focus on the drive, and not touch herself the whole trip over.
My first time being shared [MMF]
I wanted to share one of my favourite memories, it happened years ago now but it’s something I think about more often than I’d care to admit; especially now that I’m trapped inside and have endless time to relive everything. It was a summer night and the air outside was thick and hot but it was comfortable enough in the apartment with all the fans on. I was sitting in bed, reading, when my boyfriend and his best friend came stumbling into the apartment. They were loud, way too loud, which meant, I realized with a grin, that they were also definitely wasted. If I had been asleep they would have woken me, but at the sound of their laughter all thoughts of sleep left my head and I carefully folded the corner to mark the page before closing my book and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, bracing my feet for contact with the floor. I was wearing a pair of ratty plaid pajama shorts that I always slept in and a baggy black t-shirt, and for a minute I considered changing before leaving the bedroom, knowing that my asscheeks were doing a little more than peeking out of my shorts… but after three years of knowing him, it wasn’t anything Tyler hadn’t seen before, and I doubted either man would complain. Ian had left to meet Tyler maybe five, six hours ago to go watch… hockey? Wrestling? I couldn’t remember and felt truly indifferent, but I hadn’t seen Tyler since he’d moved out of the city a couple months ago, and I knew in their current state the boys would be fun company. Despite choosing to stay in initially, I now felt quite up for some entertainment after a quiet evening alone in the apartment.
Storm Child part 3
During dinner, Amanda gave us some news.
“Oh, at work today, they told me that I have to attend a 5 day business conference in Portland, starting on Monday. So I’m going to fly out on Friday, so I can visit my parents. Good location, having them living just across the river in Vancouver. Mom and Dad are so looking forward to seeing me, I’m staying at their house over the weekend, and on Monday, I’ll check into my hotel, and I’ll be back next Friday afternoon.”
I could see that sly look cross Jenna’s face, and she said, “Ok Mom, we’ll hold down the fort here, and I’ll make sure that Daddy is well taken care of!”
I had a pretty good idea how well I would be taken care of, and I both dreaded and eagerly awaited it, hating the idea of being unfaithful, but knowing that the feel of Jenna’s eager teen tightness around my cock would make me powerless to stop my sexy daughter’s advances.
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 25 Hidden Gem Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)
“What am I doing” ducking in the moaning room. “It’s not like he is going to take me seriously” slumping over to catch her reflection in the window. “Unless..” after a few minutes of stripping out of her clothes Clarissa reached into her purse. Letting out a big sigh, “..this works” using her reflection once again to dawn the mood swing lipstick that was wrapped in a note. “Will look at that note after (catching her reflection in her new clothes).. I’ll leave the tie to complete the look” Clarissa chuckled as she headed for the door. “Ok, Clarissa here goes” giving herself a short pep talk before entering the news office again. “No one is looking? Cum on now seeing a girl with all this (after making some crazy hand gestures, one reporter was headed her way)..” “Excuse me” as he shuffled on by. “..What? How? Why.. I thought if I wore these clothes then I would..” being interrupted one more time. “Excuse me cuming through.. oh and if you’re planning on seeing the boss, well ah he is on the war path” the reporter mentioned in passing.
Staring down the Chief Editors door, “I can do this (still thinking she had something to adjust before entering the dragon’s den) I can do..” Entering her bosses office was a lot less scary then she thought, even having him put her on hold with a wave of his finger. “Blah blah blah, yes what do you want” Raz said clearly not interested in the conversation he was having. “You see I found this article and I was wondering.. couldIstartitagain” those words came tumbling out of her mouth. “Yes. I said yes..” he started butt that was all she needed to hear. “Now what did you want!” Raz turned butt Clarissa was gone, “Some times I feel like a under paid babysitter!” The sound of papers hitting the wall resounded through the reporters section.
The bang on the door grew louder by the second, “Ahh, I’m cuming.. well not anymore thank you..” the last part being a whisper as Angie sucked her girl juice’s from her fingers. Hearing the locks unlock, seeing the handle start to turn, busting through the door. Clarissa tackled Angie, still wearing the tie, the stockings, the Teddy and even her heels. Catching Angie totally off guard as her skinny ass hit the ground. Clarissa went for the passionate kiss right away, groping her double D’s with one hand and jacking Angie’s ass with the other. “We (smooch) need (biting Angie’s lower lip) to (going for a sloppy kiss) cele(lips starting to drift down)brate” Clarissa said in between kisses. Before Angie could confirm anything Clarissa’s lips tagged hers. “Ohh (hips bucking) fuckkk Mmm Mmmm.. … OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa massaging Angie’s asshole, tongue plunged into Angie’s sweet sweet depts. Sucking on Angie’s clit as more orgasms came tumbling down. Each one being timed perfectly with the depth of Clarissa’s tongue, the flick at the end, the forceful way Clarissa’s tongue glided along the roof of Angie’s pussy. “Ohh fuckkk yeaaa yeaaaaaa Mmmmmmmmm” never before has anybody massaged Angie’s asshole the way Clar is. Wanting to grab her head, force her back up to her lips butt at the same time force her to keep on licking, plunging and massaging her asshole. Clutching her legs, pulling on her tits, “You’re such a fucking (stomach tightened up) bitc(hips bucking hard)h Ooooh fuckkk yesssssssss Ooooh (feeling the pressure) fuck you Mmm Mmmm fuckkk.. (the feeling of ecstasy filling her bum) OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Angie moaned. “Fuck girl (kissing Clarissa) you definitely know how to get me to cum” shaking the Aftershock away as the cum seeps out.
The Business Trip
“No, honey,” Veronica sighed into the phone. At the other end a voice babbled excitedly. “I told you, I’m away on business. Tomorrow night, okay?”
Her husband grumpily agreed and allowed Veronica to hang up and head back into the restaurant. She and Chris were trying for a baby. They were trying so hard that they’d taken to fucking at any possible opportunity, which was great, but she was beginning to think that Chris was simply enjoying the feeling of power that came with ‘breeding’ her.
From what he’d said on the call, her trip to this business expo had thrown a spanner into his plans for the evening.
“Chris forgotten you were away?” Charlie grinned as she slid back into her seat. He was her assistant, now apprentice, who had begged with an embarrassing amount of desperation to come on this trip. She’d relented pretty quickly; these trips could be boring and Charlie was a cheeky entertainer, so she thought he might make good company.
“You know my husband too well,” she smiled. She took a sip of wine as she examined the dessert in front of her: a fudgy, chocolate brownie topped with juicy raspberries.
Mind fuck: A tale of desire
The Present
Crashed while taking a rest before going to dance blues fusion. What’s a girl to do having missed a night of wonderful dancing and all that body contact?
I think for a while. All the thoughts are, naturally, about sensuality, beauty, kink, human interaction and sex. I’m the definition of a half time, full tilt, hedonist. Some say “slut”, some say “whore”. Call me what you will. I answer to all of them.
I don’t feel like masturbating. My thoughts, however, are masturbatory. Instead, I find myself pulling hard at my nipples, wanting his strong hands to pull hard so they reach their pain threshold. My thoughts switch to my last orgasm. Spreading myself wide open, my labia pulled tight to the side to be as exposed as possible. He asked me to do it. I love the words “open yourself for me”, or the command “open up!”. Those words flip a switch in my brain. He likes me to do the exact thing that just happens to get my temperature to rise. Next thing, I’m “half way there”. The mental part – being so open, so totally revealed and vulnerable – a desire to be virtually turned inside out. I WANT, on the inside. Not your dick, per se, though nothing wrong with that. No, something much, much hotter. I want your desire. It’s tentacles reaching into my core, taking hold and rattling me from the inside.