The Fruit Roll-Up Orgy [Group] [Swapping]

The Fruit Roll-Up Orgy

There are many ways I expected my second night at our local swingers club to go. But the way it ended up was something beyond my wildest dreams, and I can’t keep it in anymore. Someone needs to know about the fruit roll-up orgy.

It was nearing eleven o’clock when me [22F] and my boyfriend Aaron [23M] finally pulled into a dark parking lot after driving through the forest that surrounds our city. The building next to us seemed innocent enough, with no obvious markers as to what it was or who it belonged to. Both of us, though, knew what we were about to get into once we went inside.

The warehouse-looking building was actually the local swinger club that we had explored for the first time a few months ago. The experience had been very fun (just a quick threesome, some casual conversation) but now we were back with a vengeance. Last time we were nervous; this time we came prepared. My purse was bulging with condoms, energy bars, and a bottle of rum. We planned to fuck until we literally dropped.

My Discipline – Part 4 [M/f] [Humiliation] [Breast Spanking]

I knew from reading the old Victorian era punishment book that it’s philosophy was built on finding the exact sanction for each child or adolescent that will finally convince them to stop an undesired behavior or start a desired one. To that end, the book was filled with various methods of causing embarrassment and inflicting pain that should be tried on an ever increasing intensity scale. I sensed that turning 16 and finally being stripped completely opened a new chapter in the book. I figured it was only a matter of time before my discipline got escalated.

About ever one or two weeks I got more spankings in various states of undress for my misdeeds. Once I had to come down to the living room after my shower and drop my towel. The belt felt extra sharp on my damp bottom that night. Another time I had to pull my jeans and panties down to my knees as soon as I got home from school and waddle down to the basement for a spanking with the carpet beater. In every case I got extremely horny and masturbated as soon as I was able.

Fun time at the movies! [mfm] [exh] [swing]

New at this. Feedback is appreciated.

 

Jessica looked up the dimly lit well-trodden flight of stairs. _What the fuck am I getting myself into?_ She had only been dating Jarrod for a few weeks, and he slowly was letting her into the kinks in his world. It mostly involved them having sex in public places. Always hidden out of sight, with a chance of getting caught. So far, it was thrilling!

 

Something felt different today. They were in a public place. An old beat up Adult movie theatre. Something from the times before there was porn on the internet, DVDs or hell even VHS. It felt, old. _Did men go to these places and jerk off or just fill the spank bank? Is Jarrod going to show me that he’s bisexual today?_ Jessica had so many thoughts running through her mind that she didn’t notice that they had reached the top of the stairs and bumped into Jarrod.

 

What she was wearing felt right in this place. She wore a white pleated skirt that reached the top of her well-tanned legs and a red short sleeved button down top that showed enough of her cleavage to turn heads on the street.

Memories [F with M] [erotic] [true life]

So many memories of that year and my experiences with S

I had broken up with Chuck again and felt very low. He has hooked up with two of what I thought were my friends and on top of that, had always been sexually unsatisfying and cold to me. I knew this relationship was going no where- and on top of that that it wasn’t all my fault this time. I realized that he was a shell of person and could never be a good partner to me. Into that slight mess came S

I had met him a few months prior and had kept in touch in a work context. I always thought there was something sexy about him although in some ways he wasn’t conventionally attractive. However he was rakish- with a curly mop of hair swept up and an oversized camel coat on his 6’2” frame. He always looked to be running around somewhere- filled with energy, booze, and cocaine actually. We texted that night and decided to meet for drinks at Lit.

[MF] How I seduced my MILF neighbor

We moved to my current neighborhood when I was 14. Around two years after we moved in after I turned 16 my neighbors (I’ll call them the browns) moved in across the street from us. I didn’t think much of it or cared until Mrs. Brown came up to me one day while I was cutting the grass. She instantly caught my attention, perfect blonde hair in a pony tail, tight Nike yoga pants, and a tight Nike tank top showing the perfect amount of cleavage. She introduced herself and from that day I had a crush on Mr. Brown.

Over the years our families had dinners and fires together, i would mow there lawn in the summers, i helped coach there kids pe-wee football team so our families where very close. I left for college when I was 18 and came back home full time now (22, Mrs. Brown 45) my last semester of my senior year to do a internship in the area. It was lonely back home since all my friends are gone at school and my parents travel a lot for there company. So one day when I came home from my internship Mrs. Brown was also outside we chatted for a few minutes about my internship and she asked my plans and I said nothing tonight I’m home alone, and for some reason I said feel free to stop by! Since she was also home alone.

[Group] I wasn’t expecting her to be here

Hi there,

This is a true story that happened many years ago but I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I could have embellished it a little bit to make it more satisfying, but decided that just telling the true story was better.

Back when I was around 23, before the wife and kids and all, I was pretty much your typical D&D roleplaying nerd. I was spending a lot of time at a friend’s place with a group of friends, playing Roleplaying Games and stuff while his super nice mom would bring us food. Truly the stereotypical gang of geeks.

Now what is less stereotypical, is that around that time I also used to be in a regular relationship with a bisexual couple. We would either hang out at their place and tag team the wife, or suck each other off with the husband. Sometimes we would also attend larger house parties together, mostly with a bisexual crowd. I’m not going to describe everything that went on in these, but let’s just say I tried pretty much everything sexual back then. These were the good times!

The Babysitter Alone, Alone With The Babysitter [F] [Solo] [MF] [Anal]

*Requested by u/azdv on my [prompt post](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/6qmppy/meta_pick_a_girl_give_me_a_prompt/)*

Carah looked at Tommy, nodding as she held the phone to her face. “Uhh huh… “

“Who is it?” Tommy bounced on his feet.

Looking at the excited boy, Carah grinned. “Why yes Mrs. Daniels, I could do that no problem.”

Tommy looked ready to pop with excitement on hearing his friend’s last name.

“Ok, see you soon.” Carah hung up. “Well, looks like you get to go to Mitch’s after all.”

She giggled as Tommy jumped up and down.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yep. Go get your stuff.” Carah said, Tommy having already raced off after the first word.

#—————

On the car ride to Mitch’s house, Carah texted the Stevensons to let them know Tommy would be staying over at Mitch’s after all. Mrs. Stevenson promptly messaged back to thank her and tell her she would of course still get paid for the night. Carah asked if she could wait at their place until one of the Stevensons returned from their individual business obligations to get paid, explaining she was a bit short on funds at the moment and tuition was due. Mrs. Stevenson had agreed.

if I could paint you a picture

f i could paint you a picture
i reckon it would be of a sunrise

probably purple and magenta
passionate colors

sunsets are seen by everyone

only the folks with insomina or a trap line to pull
or a fish hooked
will ever see the sunrise

as the light comes on
everything changes

long shoots of golden grass
the ripples in the water

trees tall with the sway of life
your audience

it lives within you and before you

The swing and sway of the breeze
the way the light bounces off of the water

in a moment
time rolls by with the tide

your moment is coming
it can not be stopped

glorious gracious and grinding
your moment may be an instant

it may take a century
but it comes

as sure as the tide rolls in and out of this world
and into the next

forever

A satisfying hookup in my favorite city [MF]

There won’t be as much sex in this one as some upcoming, but it was a very satisfying end to a trip I just took up north. And there’s potential for a lot of hot stories with this girl.

**Going into it: mostly about me (sorry)**
Hopefully you’ve read my other posts. If not, here’s a quick verbal snapshot of myself: 6-ft, 195 lbs. Gym-goer, but average shape. Brown hair, (usually) green eyes, scruffy facial hair. I’m hit on quite a bit, which is flattering. Sure I don’t deserve it. Though everything from the waist down I’m pretty proud of.

I was engaged until six months ago. I’ve been pretty monogamous since high school, though my first two years of college found me cheating quite a bit, which I’m not proud of. Once I met my fiancee, I stayed true. But it ended, as it inevitably was going to, and I’ve decided to give monogamy a break and really explore my sexuality. I’ve always had an extremely high sex drive. My fiancee didn’t believe sex addiction was a thing, so we’ve acknowledged me as hypersexual. It’s funny that professionally, and even amongst friends, for that matter, I’m not viewed as being particularly amorous. I’m not very social either, which is how I found myself on Reddit as opposed to a hookup app, or at a bar.

Train journeys don’t have to be boring [MF] [PUBLIC]

I’m so glad you all enjoyed my first story, I know it was fairly tame so I’ll now share with you a more adventurous tale from a few years ago.

I’ve always been a confident outgoing person, never afraid to talk to strangers and make new friends. So, the scenario of being on a train alone and striking up a conversation with a handsome stranger is not out of the ordinary for me. He was mid 20’s, around 6ft and of average build, subtly good looking – not smack you in the face gorgeous, but you wouldn’t pass him by without a second glance. His most striking feature were his cobalt blue eyes, the sort you could get lost in for hours.

I was in my usual vintage garb; swing dress with a sweetheart neckline, seamed stockings and patent black high heels. We were sat opposite each other in one of the sections with a table in between us, very few other people in the carriage and they were spaced out far enough away that we could chat without having to lower our voices too much. I’d noticed him trying to look at me surreptitiously and called him out on it, embarrassing him slightly, but I put him at ease with a coy smile and a flutter of eyelashes.