Ewa had been in Moscow for a couple of months, settling in to the subtle and not so subtle changes in culture. She was immersed in summer, now, and the days were long, hot and dry as a bone. In the evening, the heat hung in the air, not cooling but thickening. From waking up to falling into bed, she spent the day glazed in sweat and would duck into a shaded cafe, bar or awning like it was a pool of ice water. That day, Ewa was wearing a light, summer dress with thin shoulder straps. The straps sat neatly in the groove of her strong shoulders and the dress was tucked in the back, so it hugged the dramatic curve of her spine and the muscular curve of her hips. She’d walk around naked if she could, but it was a compromise between comfort in the heat and inviting stares and cat calls in the street. This happened anyway, of course, and she did her best to shrug it off. Somehow, cat calls in Russian retained enough novelty to mask the buzzing nuisance. By contrast, she didn’t mind the attention she got from other women, who, she noticed several times a day, couldn’t help but glance at the sweat running from her collar bone, down the gentle valley between her small, firm breasts, or at the way her skirt hung off the round shelf of her ass, the hem clinging to her thighs when she walked.
Tag: Swingers
Very convenient store: gay c/d
“Hey Mr P”
“Hey Jesse, How ya doin’?”
“Not bad – Brett around?”
“Haven’t seen him. I think he’s suppose to be back around 6 or so.”
“Okay. I’ll probably swing by then. I’m just gonna grab a drink.”
I set my pack down and headed over to the cooler directly across from the counter. I opened the door and squatted down to grab a drink from the bottom shelf. There were a couple different flavors and after some looking I chose the iced tea. I walked back over to the counter to pay. Mr. P was leaning on the counter with a sly looking grin on his face.
“You’re all set, Jesse. No charge.”
“Are you sure Mr. P?”
“Absolutely. We’ll see you later.”
“Thanks!”
I grabbed my pack and headed out the door. Once I got back to my room, I needed to change to meet up for a run. I threw my shirt on the bed and took my pants off. A couple years ago, a then boyfriend had convinced me to start wearing womens underwear. At first, it was just when we were alone, to spice things up a bit. He was into it, and I’m pretty open to whatever, so I said sure. After awhile he thought it would be sexy if I started wearing it while we were out. He was right. I was terrified at first, thinking everyone will know and I’d be beyond embarrassed if anyone realized. But of course, no one knew. And I felt extremely sexy. Even after we broke up, I continued to do it. So as I was standing there in my room, getting changed for my run, in just the sky blue silk and lace thongs I had recently purchased, I suddenly remembered Mr P’s sly grin. “Oh shit” I said aloud. He saw them. He had to have seen them. As I was bending over to get a drink. I know these pants ride down low enough to see them when I’m stooped down like that. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” This was my friend’s dad. He seems to be a pretty cool guy but I don’t *really* know him. Would he tell Brett? Fuck, okay…I have to worry about this later, I’m late. I went for my run but of course I couldn’t help but go through all the various scenarios of how this could go down. When I got back to my room, I showered and got dressed (no panties). I was suppose to meet Brett at his dads store. Fuck – I didn’t want to go back there.
Quick Cash (Teen, Mature, Outdoors)
Writers Note – So, I have been suffering from Writers Block for a while, and this is the first longer piece I have finished in months. It’s not perfect, but constructive criticism is definitely welcome, as well as ideas for stories in the future. Let me know what you all think, and I hope you enjoy!
Everyone in the small town knew that Mr. Miller was loaded, but Miranda’s best friend had told her about a way to get on the right side of the older man, and his bank account as well. It didn’t take much to get the teacher to tell her exactly what he wanted.
“Ah, Miranda! I remember you! You’ve grown quite a bit! You’re friends with April, right?”
“That’s right!” Miranda had answered. “I hear she ran into you at the grocery store recently.”
“Indeed, I did!” Mr. Miller said with a laugh. “And if you heard that, then you probably heard about our little arrangement?” The young woman’s face flushed red as she glanced down, unsure of how to approach the subject further. Mr. Miller laughed again, enjoying the younger woman’s obvious discomfort. “Not to worry my dear, I only offer THAT to former students I enjoyed having in class.” After a brief pause, he continued, “Students, like you, Miranda. I assume that’s what brought you here today? Are you in some kind of financial trouble?”
Her Master (D/s collaring)
Below is an excerpt from the latest book i am writing…. would love some early feedback
As the time for her train to depart approached, she made her way to the tracks. She fell in line with the others making their way to Worcester. She settled back in the seat and checked her phone.
“I am on my way,” his note read. Giddiness filled her like a 16 year old before her first date.
“Good. Can’t wait to see you,” she replied. They chatted and flirted on the 90 minute train ride. It was so easy to slip into an easy cadence with him. Bella tried to extract more details from him about the next few days, but he enjoyed tormenting her with vagueness too much. She only managed to get tiny glimpses.
“Left the chain in my trunk. It’s gonna be awfully cold by the time I get there,” he teased her.
“Well, stop and take it out, Master”
“No way, slut!”
[FM] First date at a swingers club
I met this guy from Tinder and I wasn’t expecting much from it. The bar he picked was actually really cute and quirky. We had a great connection and talked openly about sex since we both seemed to like kinky stuff. He proposed to go to a swingers club and it felt pretty wild to me. I’ve never been to those places and rarely have sex on first dates (it was my second time).
It was interesting to walk naked around the place since I only recently started being comfortable with my body. We went in a sauna/pool and made out. At that point, we hadn’t kissed yet, so it felt amazing to finally let out all the tension that built up.
In another room, I gave him head while 7 men were watching. I was on my knees on a massage chair while he was standing. I loved it when he fucked my mouth and made me choke on it. It was pretty hot, especially since all I had in my mouth was his throbbing dick. I enjoy it when men watch me but can’t have me.
A trip to a swingers club [mf] [group] part 1 fiction – mostly….
I was so excited…. I hadn’t been to a club for years and I was really looking forward to a night of some serious fun, kinky fun, silly fun but most of all sexy sexy fun…
I picked my outfit carefully – my pvc corset – heavy duty with metal clasps – outrageously expensive but worth every penny, pvc skirt – not so expensive but zipped all the way up the side to make “changing” easy, a red leather collar, thigh high hold ups and a dash of perfume… All my old favourites to bring me luck…
I was going on my own – I could have gone with a friend but sometimes I like to follow my own timetable – whatever feels best at the time. I knew there would be lots of friends from a swingers website whose name shall be withheld to protect the… guilty…
Young Swinger Tales: First Partner Swap [group]
Hi there! I’m Andy [32M] and my fiance is Tasha [29F]. I’ve always wished there were more stories about swingers/open couples on here, so I’m taking it on myself to share some of our stories. We’re generally very busy, social people, so we don’t engage in the swinger lifestyle too often. That said, it’s something we fantasize about together a LOT (i.e. most of the time we have sex, we are talking about fucking other people). When we do actually play with others, we have a lot of fun. I’m a 6’2 white guy with brown hair and above average looks. Tasha is a strawberry blonde, 5’7 knockout with a dancer’s figure and sexy curves. These stories will always be long, because I can’t help myself with details and build-up.
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When Tasha and I met, everything (including the sex) was electric. It was clear from the first days that this was “the one”, and things happened fast. Soon she was living with me and we were telling each other about our sexual histories and our kinkiest fantasies. Tasha’s sexual energy is intense and contagious. I thought I’d been sexually satisfied before her, but now I know that was not the case. We are inseparable.
[MF] The First Time My GF Blew (and Banged) Another Guy
I once let my girl suck off another guy. Here’s the story.
My girl gives f*cking bomb head. I mean ridiculous crazy skills. Obviously she has sucked a lot of dick before me but I don’t give a damn lol. Anyways, b/c we like to talk dirty I once mentioned that I wanted to see her get slammed by another guy. We discussed it later while we were both level-headed and she said she’d rather feel more comfortable easing into it. Just starting with blowjobs.
So anyways we put up a few pics of her online and some dating websites. Got a ton of hits. Then basically set it up we were swingers. Found a guy from a site. Invited him over for drinks. Anyways to get to the point I made an excuse to leave to go get some more beer from the 24/7 store. This was her cue to blow him. Went outside. Heard nothing. Went to the other side of the apartment and that is where I heard it going down. Couldn’t see **** just heard them. Him moaning and her too. She has a thing where she likes guys to slap their cock on her tongue. Really gets off on that. I heard him slapping his dick on her face and her saying “fuck yea”. Really turns her on. Anyways I fapped furiously and busted a huge nut. I figured they would be finished soon but all I heard was fucking silence. Went to the other window where it was supposed to go down and I heard squeaks on the bed. Dude was plowing her. Didn’t last long but I could tell it was doggy b/c he was slapping her ass.
Becoming Her Venice Bitch [MF] [Celeb] [Dream] [Fdom] [Feet]
Hey there, been a lurker for quite some time so I decided to make an alt account and post this which is based on a wet dream I had once that I still get turned on and jerk of to. There will be a TL;DR at the bottom aswell
First a short background, I [M 20] get more turned on by dominant girls and I also have a foot fetish, love teasing and facesitting. I also wanna say that being descriptive and good writing aren’t my strongest fortes, just know that I’m really trying my best and don’t judge me to much. Constructive criticism is appreciated though :). Anyways.
It begins with me laying down naked in a beautiful garden with my hands tied, out comes the queen herself Lana Del Rey wearing a blue summer dress, flower crown on her head and plateau heels. She stops next to and bends down to unbuckle her shoes, as she does she looks towards me, smiles and says how I’m gonna beg for her mercy by the end, she gets up and as she does and walk, her shoes are left behind and out come the most beautiful feet I have ever seen.
The long term tease [Mf] [Romance][Adultery] [True Story] she comforts me whilst we watch my gf cheat
I drive my girlfriend and her mother to the New Year’s Eve venue. We had been celebrating New Year’s Eve here for several years running since her mother’s 50th.
I have thoroughly cleaned my car of last week’s antics, but her mother’s dress will leave glitter in my car that will linger for months afterwards. No matter how much I vacuum, it’s a constant reminder.
I stood at the bar.
“Hey Dave, fancy doing shots again? I owe you for that beer earlier.”
“No thanks, I’m too old for those… Just sticking to beer!”
Then why did you just order 4 shots? Is what I wanted to ask him.
I watched as he flicked open his wallet, took out a crisp fifty note, folding it in between fat thumb and fingers. He took a twenty something and a handful of scrap back in change. Then precariously he carefully carried the tray of drinks back to his table.
I quickly glanced at the contents:
Two double pink gin and tonics, 2 pints of Stella wife beater, and 4 Jager shots…?
One for yourself:
… your wife.
….my girlfriends dad
… my girlfriend?
What exactly are you planning to do…?