The Erotic Adventures of Mr. Wright [MF][FEMDOM][CFNM]

“This is fucking humiliating” I thought to myself as she led me by a leash into what looked like a ballroom full of people. It’s not like she could stop me if I turned around and left. I’m 6’4 with a large framed, lean and muscled from a lifetime of hard work. She’s 5’3 and probably doesn’t weigh a buck fifteen, with small breasts and a tight, round ass. I watched it move under her short black dress as she walked, tall black heels clicking on the marble floor. How did I let her talk me into this? Walking, naked, at the end of a leash into a room full of women in cocktail dresses. I could smell the mixture of their perfumes permeating in the air as we approached. We were third in a line of 10 men and their “handlers.” Handlers, like I’m a damned stud horse, being led around at a sale.

The Erotic Adventures of Mr. Wright. [MF][FEMDOM][CFNM]

“This is fucking humiliating” I thought to myself as she led me by a leash into what looked like a ballroom full of people. It’s not like she could stop me if I turned around and left. I’m 6’4 with a large frame, lean and muscled from a lifetime of hard work. She’s 5’3 and probably doesn’t weigh a buck fifteen, with small breasts and a tight, round ass. I watched it move under her short black dress as she walked, tall black heels clicking on the marble floor. How did I let her talk me into this? Walking, naked, at the end of a leash into a room full of women in cocktail dresses. I could smell the mixture of their perfumes permeating in the air as we approached. We were third in a line of 10 men and their “handlers.” Handlers, like I’m a damned stud horse, being led around at a sale.

Halfbreed Ch. 1 (Part 2)

Mike was moments away from completing his pre-flight check of the *Halfbreed*’s external systems when he noticed something green and viscous dripping out of the back of his beloved craft.

It leaked with a certain slime-like quality out of the left engine, drooping like molasses into an acidic sizzle on the tarmac below. He let out a frustrated groan.

“Son of a b- *Aly!*” He called out, hoping that the Elf was in earshot. “The sublight engine’s on the fritz! Looks like we’ve got a coolant leak.”

He waited for a moment to hear her response, but all he got in return was the background noise of a bustling starport in the midst of a busy afternoon. He clucked his tongue and removed his leather jacket, carefully folding it and hanging it on a nearby antennae that protruded at a perpendicular angle from the bottom of the ship.

He rolled up his sleeves, snagging a small bag of maintenance tools that had been carelessly left behind by a Starport engineer near his parking spot. Forgoing any maintenance ladders, he scrambled up one side of the ship, pulling himself like a rock climber up makeshift handholds in the silvery ship’s exterior, till he had scaled to the top of it.

Hypnotizing Hanna [MF] [MC]

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Hello, My name is Jackson. I’m 6’4″ and muscular. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. I wear jeans and boots most of the time. I’m 18 and about to graduate. I moved to town at the beginning of high school from Texas. I drive a truck and play guitar.  I played traditional sports like baseball and football but I’m really good at rodeo. I can ride and rope with the best of them. I have a secret that helps me when training horses. I’m kind of a horse whisperer so-to-speak but it’s more than that. We’ll talk about my “gift” later. I work at a horse training facility outside of town while I go to school. I’ve had a few girls throughout high school but none compare to Hanna. Hanna and I are in a lot of the same classes. She’s my age. Hanna reminds me of a beautiful mare in a wild herd, incredibly well built but mean as a snake. Now, I’m content to let wild horses run wild, but sometimes you have to break and ride one and Hanna left me no choice.

[MFMF][MFF] Our first swap + the morning after

TL;DR A pushing 60 widower tells you about how a pool party and cookout leads to a discussion about swapping with friends. We later enjoyed a full swap and my late wife enjoyed some time with the female in the couple as well.

TL;DR 2 This is another abnormally long story. Hope you enjoy it though!

Anna and I had always been sexually compatible. I’m a non-religious guy, but the only way I can describe our sexual chemistry is with the word “blessing.” It was a blessing that I met someone who not only was on the same page with me relationship wise, but also definitely sexually. Long before we got together she’d tell me about her sexploits, totally openly, and I didn’t find it off putting whatsoever. In fact, if anything I was intrigued and it turned me on; it’s not like she was sleeping around and hated herself for it. No, rather she was sleeping around and enjoyed almost every experience immensely. I was always one who was open to new sexual experiences, so Anna being a sexual person attracted her to me even more. She’d asked me early on if I’d mind if she slept with other guys; the cuckold thing wasn’t for me (and still isn’t) so I offered an alternative. What if we swapped with another couple or an “exclusive” group of couples? Anna was into that idea very much, but after she got pregnant and we had our first kid — the idea fell by the wayside, well, at least in the short term it did.

First time at a swingers club [MF]

Skip to the *** for the sexy part. Sorry this got so long! This just happened and still really excited about it!

I sent the text to my wife and waited. “Oh. Um. Uh…” was the response and I thought the idea was dead on arrival right there.

“Do you want to go to a sex club this weekend” is a fun text to send. But it can also be a little stress-inducing if you’ve never been. My wife and I have been together for 7 years and we’ve had some fun experiences but this was taking things to a new level.

My wife is undeniably hot. Blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes, 5’8″, and newly acquired DD-cups and hips/ass to die for thanks to our new child. Guys always look at her when we go out and sometimes it can be a huge turn on.

I am pretty average looking but tall at 6’3″, brown hair, blue eyes and a pretty suburban dad style.

A few days passed after I sent that text but then Friday night came around and she surprised me while eating dinner by saying, “let’s do it!” in between bites. “Do what?” “Let’s go to the club tomorrow!” My jaw dropped.

[NSFW][MFMF] Wife Swap on the Duvet

Niccolo massaged her breasts and snaked his way inside her. Sue felt his sudden softness and was like <here we go again> until he rocked to an erection in mid-stroke.

“Yes, baby. Gimme every inch of that. Hhaaaahh.” She breathed while clutching the bed sheets and was surprised that he was able to cook a T-bone steak after meatloafing earlier.

He got lost in the twat until he found himself. Found himself hitting her spot. The spot on the corner of the pink that he touched with the curve of his dick.

“Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” She panted from every thrust that felt like bolts of lightning jolting every pressure point of her slender physique.

His balls swung like a pendulum and repeatedly tapped onto her clit. She got off from the stick-of-the-dick-as-the-balls-hit-the-clit combo. One nut. Two nut. Three nut. Four. The multiples weakened her knees, and she slumped down to her stomach.

He turned her sideways and lay next to her in a cuddle position. Spooning. Scraping the first and last of the pudding to make her feel like a kid again. She soaked him with Jell from the mighty O and got a Quaalude high from the tiger bone that fit the Bill to serve her grrrrrrrreat!

My exhibition origin story. True story, about me. I wanted to share it. :)

In college I had pretty low self esteem and confidence, so I decided to try to find a way to feel good about my body. I knew that there was nude modeling available in the area. It was off campus and I figured it would be a good way to get nude and learn to be confident in my skin. I finally got up the courage to try and stripped down and got in a robe. They had planned poses to hold for 30 to 60 minutes with a break. I posed in front of 8 people, 3 guys and five women. I was so nervous I was shaking. The nerves turned out to work in my favor because they kept me from getting worked up (if you know what I mean). I was told I had to hold a rather benign kneeling pose. Since it was my first time. Everyone was really nice and didnt make a big deal out of my shyness, but I was able to keep myself from covering my cock and balls. It was like 80 degrees in the room so I sat and sweated through my half hour and then quickly left. It was exhilarating! I felt great once I got to my apartment. Couldn’t wait to go back the next Saturday available. This is when I noticed I found it very arousing to be stared at so intently while nude. To have the attention of the whole room on my naked form, thinking about it was getting me hard. The next 2 times I posed I was still nervous and it all went over kosher. The fourth time I went is when it happened. I made the mistake of not masturbating for a couple days before and was, let’s say, jumpy. So, I get to the place and disrobe. I’m standing in the changing room nude, just getting my robe on when I started thinking about them staring at my cock. I felt my balls tighten and blood start flowing into my member immediately. I was like, shit! I furiously started to try to take my mind off those kind of thoughts and was able to regain composure by doing math in my head. Phew, I go out to the small Stage and get told my pose will be standing with one foot on a small block and my hands cross my chest, head angled down (Weird ass way to stand, my hips were sore after). Anyway, I get into pose and get about maybe 20 minutes in and start having trouble pushing arousal away. As I scrambled to control myself I got hotter and hotter. I could feel my balls slowly tightening and then it happened. My cock started to swell and twitched. I turned bright red I’m sure. I was able to keep myself from getting fully erect by sheer force of will for what felt like forever but then I noticed a new sensation, it started between my legs and slowly inched it’s way along the underside of my cock. I knew what it was instantly it was precum. Precum lazily making it’s way up my urethra toward my head and it my tip. It tingled and stretched it’s way pleasurably the whole length and I could feel a fat drop Crest my tip and slip it’s way off the end of my cock! I looked down and to my horror (and excruciating pleasure) I saw a fat string of my fluids hanging off my penis and swing by my knees. I thought to myself “play it cool, maybe they won’t notice”. Then I felt another pearl make the journey. I felt the first drip hit the side of my left foot and i lost it. My cock quickly engorged itself to full attention and my veiny lustful dick very shamefully twitched full to its limit. I looked up to see the blushing faces moving to hide behind there easels and ran out of the studio grabbed my clothes and never went back! And that is the story how I modeled nude for two months and found out i was an exhibitionist. I eventually gained some self control and did some more modeling in a different city. I still can’t control myself when I’m horny though and have had to find secluded spots on nude beaches to get down to business so I can avoid getting kicked out or arrested or fined. I love people seeing me naked! Thank you for reading.

Accidental creampie from my older Tinder date in Barcelona [MF]

I was 19, freshly broken up with, and looking to forget my heartbreak by vacationing in Spain for a week. I’ve been told I look, dress, and act like Kat Dennings in Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist. I kinda see it, except I’m Latina so have more almond-shaped eyes, am slightly less curvy than her, wear thick cateye glasses, and have shoulder-length wavy brown hair,

Part of my mission on this trip was to have as much sexy fun as possible to forget my ex. I swiped on Tinder and found an insanely good-looking 32 year old man. Diego had slightly tanned skin hidden by a thick layer of stubble facial hair, scruffy dark hair, a good sense of style and a slightly artsy look to him. We exchange some messages throughout the day, and I learn he’s an architect, just broken up with his girlfriend of 5 years, and wants to take me on a ride throughout the city on his motorcycle. Hot, hot, and hot.