Tag: Swingers

Mall Vibes [M solo][Public][First Person][RealConfession?]

One day, while parusing the naughty side of Reddit on my phone over lunch…you know, like ya do when you’re a closet perv like me…I came across a post by a goddess of a woman who had posted a confession of playing with a toy secretly in the food court of the mall. She even included a follow-up picture which is what really set my heart to palpations.

I read that event, and it sounded so exciting, and naughty, and hot! It inspired me to get a little creative and try something on my own.

That afternoon after work, I went out to the local sex shop and paid way too much for a wireless vibrating cock ring, but I simply could NOT wait for online shipping! I had come this far (ha but not yet, get it?) and if I was going to go through with it I knew in the back of my head it had to be today or else I’d think with my brain too much and chicken out. Read more »

Blackmailed [F-Dom, Blkml, MM]

Part 1

I was a shy, submissive and not that experienced bi guy. I messaged her on online. She was local and looking for younger bi guys for meets.

I opened with the usual hi this is me and I’m a submissive bi guy open to to most things and kinks.

She replied. Great I thought.

“How submissive are you then?”

What an open question.

Very, I replied. Try me.

I will, she said. Give me your swingers log in and password. This is a bit odd I thought. But she was verified aswell and I did want a Domme. I duly obliged and waited to see what she had in mind.

“Give me your number” she messaged. I did.

She rang me shortly after. I was on the spot now. I get very nervous talking to new people. Let alone in a sexual manner.

“Hello” she said. She had a husky, yet commanding voice.

“Hi” i replied.

“Hi who?” she replied.

“Hi…..Miss?”

“Better, listen here subby. If you want to be mine you’re going to have some hoops to jump through. Do you understand?” Read more »

[FMF] threesome in a Madrid club

M(33)y f(26)riend and I decided to try out a different swingers club here in Madrid earlier this week. It was a Thursday night and it was a small club so there were not too many couples. We mingled and chatted (and sat through a terrible live comedy show that was being held at the club!) but nothing was really getting started. My friend and I decided to take matters into our own hands and went to a semi private area with a big bed to start playing. Read more »

Horny Wedding Reception

We’re getting ready for the reception and I’m standing by the door waiting for you. You’re wearing a tight black dress, looking divine. You sit on the bed, looking up at me as you seductively roll your stockings up each leg, making me catch my breath. You smile as you slip on your sexy red heels and walk past me through the open door, running your hand over my dick in the process. You tease.

We’re at the reception and it’s boring. Talking to people we don’t know when all I wanna do is fuck your brains out. You sense how I’m feeling and tease me to the max. As we’re talking, you stand in front of me and lean back subtly, pressing your big round ass against my ever growing erection. I smell the perfume in your hair and it drives me crazy, like my own personal brand of drug. You tell me you need to freshen up in the bathroom and I watch you leave, hips swinging, ass moving from side to side. My dick throbs in desperation. Read more »

Red Room [Sex with a stranger]

Celeste perused the sexual want ads out of curiosity. She enjoyed reading about the sexual kinks people were looking for, but had yet to want to answer an ad.

Until now.

The subject read “Red Room”.

She clicked on it and pulled open a message with photos showing almost an exact replica of Christian Grey’s sex room. An assortment of sexual items were on display, but the one thing that caught her attention the most was a swing. A sex swing. It was something she had always wanted to try. Before she knew what she was doing, she had typed out an email with only two words: I’m in.

It didn’t take the guy long to reply and send her his address. Red flags went up in her mind about a serial killer, but she threw caution to the wind. She texted a friend with the address where she was going, and let fate take her.

Pulling up to his place, she kept her purse clutched to her side and pepper spray fisted in her hand. After she knocked on the door, she stood back several feet, hoping the man wasn’t old and gross. Read more »

Even sweatpants can be sexy [M/f] [spanking]

He entered the room and saw her laying there, face down on the bed, scrolling on her phone. She was wearing a worn out pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest outfit, but something about the way she was subtly bouncing her hips on the bed gave him all the confidence he needed.

He sat down next to her and motioned to his lap. She gave him a coy look and then moved slowly and deliberately to straddle his waist. He took a moment to drink it all in. Her face nestled between her arms, her ass raised high in the air, the heat of her body against his, he could already feel his dick getting hard. He caressed her ass over her clothes and then began to spank her, lightly at first, warming her body to the sensations. With each swat, she let out a cute little moan of pleasure. Bit by bit he increased the force of his blows, periodically pausing to rub her ass lovingly and help the sting die down before starting again in earnest. Sensing she was warmed up and ready he abruptly pulled off her sweats, throwing them across the room. He looked down at her huge ass, which was now protected only by a pair of faded green panties that were so old and ragged that they had holes near the elastic waistband. Read more »

Even sweatpants can be sexy [M/f] [spanking]

He entered the room and saw her laying there, face down on the bed, scrolling on her phone. She was wearing a worn out pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest outfit, but something about the way she was subtly bouncing her hips on the bed gave him all the confidence he needed.

He sat down next to her and motioned to his lap. She gave him a coy look and then moved slowly and deliberately to straddle his waist. He took a moment to drink it all in. Her face nestled between her arms, her ass raised high in the air, the heat of her body against his, he could already feel his dick getting hard. He caressed her ass over her clothes and then began to spank her, lightly at first, warming her body to the sensations. With each swat, she let out a cute little moan of pleasure. Bit by bit he increased the force of his blows, periodically pausing to rub her ass lovingly and help the sting die down before starting again in earnest. Sensing she was warmed up and ready he abruptly pulled off her sweats, throwing them across the room. He looked down at her huge ass, which was now protected only by a pair of faded green panties that were so old and ragged that they had holes near the elastic waistband. Read more »

Even sweatpants can be sexy [M/f] [spanking]

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He entered the room and saw her laying there, face down on the bed, scrolling on her phone. She was wearing a worn out pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest outfit, but something about the way she was subtly bouncing her hips on the bed gave him all the confidence he needed.

He sat down next to her and motioned to his lap. She gave him a coy look and then moved slowly and deliberately to straddle his waist. He took a moment to drink it all in. Her face nestled between her arms, her ass raised high in the air, the heat of her body against his, he could already feel his dick getting hard. He caressed her ass over her clothes and then began to spank her, lightly at first, warming her body to the sensations. With each swat, she let out a cute little moan of pleasure. Bit by bit he increased the force of his blows, periodically pausing to rub her ass lovingly and help the sting die down before starting again in earnest. Sensing she was warmed up and ready he abruptly pulled off her sweats, throwing them across the room. He looked down at her huge ass, which was now protected only by a pair of faded green panties that were so old and ragged that they had holes near the elastic waistband. Read more »

[M]y second af[f]air part 2: the first time in my house

I woke up the next day, my wife had already left for work, so I immediately texted Brandi good morning and that I was excited to see her that day. She replied back almost immediately how excited she was. Her appointment was at 9:30, she would be over to my house around 10:30, giving us just over an hour to be together.

When she arrived to my house, I gave her a quick tour before we settled down on my couch. She told me that she still did not want to have sex with me, but was OK with kissing. I told her that was fine with me, and to just say stop if things got too far and that I would always listen to her.

A little about Brandi. She was around five foot tall, a little on the chunky side, massive breasts, a very pretty face with dyed red hair, and had a few tattoos on her arms, back, and feet. She liked to wear tank tops, and today was no different, wearing a pink one with white skulls all over it. She definitely was not a jean type of girl, she would rather be in leggings, which I enjoyed her wearing. Read more »

The trip—fire and ice [MF, MMF, Exhibitionism]

It was one date night that you asked—if we could go anywhere for an adult-only get away, where would it be? Rather than answer you right away, I told you I would just show you. So, when my next bonus arrived, I set everything in motion.

**THE AIRPORT**

You know, I have noticed something about the airport metal detectors. They seem to be sensitive to moisture. Maybe the wavelength of radiation they use to detect metal has trouble penetrating moisture? And you know what a little shit I can be and how I like to watch you squirm. So, when we arrive at the airport, I make sure we park somewhat remotely in the parking deck. Then, before you can get out of the car, I lock the doors and slowly and teasingly begin to unbutton your pants.

“Ms. Carson…we need to make sure you are not smuggling any contraband…” I whisper into your ear. Read more »