[MF][mast][voy][BBW][Goth] The Happy Customer part 1

This is a work of fiction based on a fantasy that surrounds something that happened (i.e. I did see the craigslist ad.. .and never replied to it). It might not be the sexiest of writing but it is rooted in a lot of truth. This is my very first attempt at writing something like this. I will be posting Part 2 from the woman’s perspective in a few days at which point it will be sexier and far less based in reality.

I was a lonely grad student with debt up to his eyeballs and living in a glorified closet of an apartment. Between studies and work I had so little time for a social life. Women were a thing I could fantasize about and enjoy in my quiet times before bed by the glow of my junk CRT monitor scrolling through pictures and videos on the internet. Occasionally I would get creative. Instead of looking at the porn sites I would try sexy personals sites or craigslist. Not necessarily to find a hookup but to place in my mind a fantasy of what it would be like to find someone on one of these sites and just have hot casual meaningless sex with them. As a virgin who had some back seat dry humping way back in high school and a topless chest to chest makeout session in college I had so little to use as reference from real life experiences of sex. But I would surf and fantasize and masturbate to these vision in my head of what it would be like to reply and hook up with some random stranger. But then i saw that ad on craigslist. That ad stuck out at me so much and I don’t know why.

Sugar High [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM]

The ink black dahlia dress fit me like second skin, molding to my curves and made me feel like an otherworldly goddess. The red bob wig and black spiked red bottoms also aided in pulling off the funky futuristic look with the matching rhinestone choker and cuff adding a bit of faux modern elegance. I looked damn good…and I felt that way too.

I pulled out my favorite Ruby Woo lipstick from my clutch and gave my lips a slight touch up in the round backlit mirror as I swayed my hips to the sexy beat playing out of the wireless speakers. After a smack of the lips, I walked out of the ornate bathroom decorated in black tapestry wallpaper with silver and crystal accents.

A small group of girls walked down the long and narrow hallway splashed with midnight blue/dark purple ombre. They were in their own world, some texting as they all chatted about what the night held for them. One of the girls; a very tall and toned model type with long rose gold and blonde curls looked me up and down as I did the same to her.

[FM] [FM] [exhibition] [massage] [soft] First erotic massage for my wife and me

I sent my plan a few days ago: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/83dyz0/erotic_anniversary_m_f_str8_voy_swing/ …

… and it took place :-)

I played a erotic massage video to my wife. I explained to her that there’s no sex involved, “only” masturbation during the massage. I told her to choose if she wanted a man or a woman, and what she wanted for me.

A few hours later we were getting naked in the establishment. Nice room, temperature and smell, a very cozy place. We were nervous and laughing because of that.

We lied on our stomach and waited for a minute until the masseurs got into the room. We almost couldn’t see them from our position, but I could see them removing their towel. They weren’t fully naked. She was wearing black knickers and he was wearing black underpants.

They begun massaging our feet and legs. I was touching my wife elbow so she were calmed and felt me next to her. Their hands moved to our butts, just a little, and then our back and arms. I could see him crawling over the body of my wife. When my masseuse touched my balls between the legs for the first time I looked at them and saw his hands between her legs. That was astonishing. We smiled each other.

Rush Part Two [4Some] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

“You changed your hair color.”

“So did you,” She teased as she put the almost empty glass of champagne down on the table and sat down in the chair next to mine.

“Wig.”

“Dye,” She shrugged. “The color wasn’t appropriate for my next campaign, so I was told to dye it.”

“So you are…”

She lifted her index finger with a perfect French-tip nail up to her pouty matte nude lips. The blush colored gold and lace mask that donned her face accentuated her new honey blonde curls and reminded me of those unique colored curls she had that night. The layered gold choker necklace that wrapped loosely around her delicate neck, drew attention to the plunging neckline of the revealing gold sequined halter top; a small gold disc laid just between her perfect sun-kissed breasts. A micro mini skirt that barely covered her toned ass and tanned long legs shimmered with each movement as gold strappy heels adorned her French-tipped manicured feet. She looked every bit the model I knew she was that night.

“No names. Once we put our masks on, our outside identities are left behind for the night. This gives us the freedom to indulge in who we want to be or who we truly are.”

Erotic anniversary [M] [F] [Str8] [voy] [swing]

Next Saturday of our wedding and I’ve planned something special for us. We’ll have a naive morning, visiting an exhibition and then go to have lunch to a fancy restaurant.

Then a great suite in a hotel will be waiting for us, with a jacuzzi in the terrasse with nice views of the city. When the teasing begins and she’s excited enough, I’ll play two videos of a erotic tantra massage that I’ve booked for the evening. Those massages don’t involve sex but they involve masturbation and orgasms. She will have to choose whether she wants a woman or a man, and what does she wants for me. I don’t care that much about me, I’m really looking forward to seeing her enjoying her body and being taken to the orgasm by other hands.

Afterwards we’ll go to the restaurant where I proposed.

Who knows where we’ll end the night. Maybe we’ll go directly to the hotel, or she might want to have a drink. Or, and that’d be astonishing, proposes going for the very first time to a swinger club to have some real fun…

Dirty Sex in the Laundry Room [voy][MF][mast][monster cock]

It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry.

Proper place for sext convos? [MF, exh, voy]

Like the title says, I’ve finally had a couple pretty hot sext conversations over the past few days. I’ll just say this….. Once my imagination is provided the right…. Inspiration… I tend visualize very well, and write what I’m assuming is basically erotica, except instead of tell a story about fictional people, I end up describing, usually in pretty vivid imagery, what we’d be doing, and the like. Kind of want a few outside opinions on my writing though, or any input really. Is there a specific place/places I should post, or is here good? Not sure where to go

Snooping on the Neighbor [Mf] [mast] [voy] [cum]

Last week, I got a package in the mail. I got upstairs, opened it and found that it was full of sex toys: dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, lube, handcuffs. I was shocked and looked at the box to see who sent it to me and only then did I realize that the doorman handed me the wrong package. I live in 10A, but this package was for 11A.

I went upstairs, left the box by her door with a small note explaining the situation.

Snoopy fucker that I am, I went upstairs later that night to see if she’d gotten the package. She had. Now, the A tier are all studio apartments, so if she was going to bust into her new toys, I would hear her going at it through the front door.

Every night, I’d tiptoe upstairs and listen by her door. Listen for moaning. But — nothing!

A week later, on an unusually warm day, I cracked the windows late at night and what’d I hear but a distant sound of a woman having an orgasm.

Rush Part One [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

Eleven-Seventeen.  That was our number.  To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing.  But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body.  A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night.  Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images.  The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony.  As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug.  Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass.  Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them.  I digress.