I took a gap year from uni after a very stressful semester around 6 years ago. At the time, the BDSM club at my uni was growing and starting to attract people outside of the university. Me and some of the other girls at the club said that we were going to take a year off to enjoy ourselves. At that point we were approached by 3 guys who were also thinking of taking a year off to focus on some start up of theirs that was getting bigger and bigger. At the club, we were know to be very submissive and they asked if we would be interested in becoming 24/7 slaves for them for a year, all expenses paid. Most of us said yes after talking with them for a week or so. And then starting the next week we were their slaves for a year. They were roommates renting a small house close to the university library, and we effectively their fuck-toys/slaves/maids for around a year. There is enough stuff about this to make a few posts, so if there is interest in this, I might write more posts with mor
After being single for half a year after a tough breakup I decided to give dating apps a chance again. I recently turned 30 and I felt it was time to pick things up. ((intro might get lengthy, skip to ------ for the 'good' part)) I prefer Bumble because this avoids having to come up with a cringe pickup line and makes conversations feel more genuine (the girl sends first in Bumble) After a few weeks I came across a girl named Julie, 29 years old. She was from Germany but studying in Leuven, very close to where I live. After a nice conversation - her proving she knew all first gen pokemon by name- we decided to meet up in the weekend. We met at a coffee place, and the first time seeing her I was already amazed. Julie is about 1m60, blonde hair that reaches halfway her back, blue eyes, and a toned body (she plays semi professional soccer). After sitting down at the table and taking off our jackets, it was hard to not notice her astonishin
My little sister Rachel has always looked up to me. Even today, with her being 19 and me 23, she still looks to me for protection. I knew by the way boys would chase her around that she was attractive but she was always my little sister until one day. I live by myself and Rachel would come over to stay the weekend with me every now and then, just to get away from our parents. Even if my girlfriend was over, she'd still stay over. She came over after going on a holiday with our parents and her boyfriend. She was eager to show me her pictures from the trip. She went through the pics quickly and I didn't get to see them well. Later than evening, she was going to shower then go to bed. I asked her if I could see the pics again so she threw me her phone and went into the bathroom. I looked threw the pics again and was about to put her phone down until I saw a folder with bf on it. I clicked on it and was shocked at what I saw. My little sis had grown into a woman. I saw pics of her stand
I came home early, hoping no one is home. I need some alone time. I walk into the house and yell, "HELLO." I wait a few seconds and hear nothing. I exhale and head upstairs. When I get to the top, I thought I heard a moan and it sounded like it came from my step sister, Sophia's room. She must have her Air Pods in and didn't hear me yell. Sophia is a good girl. A few years younger than me at 18. Our parents got married several years ago and we've got along ok. Since I'm four years older, I've never thought of her in a sexual way. I can see she's very attractive but not sexual. As I stand there, I hear another moan. Her room is only five feet from me with the door slightly opened. I take a step towards her door and hear another moan. It's definitely her. My mind starts to wonder what she's doing and so does my cock. I feel myself getting hard. I step to her door and peek in. It's just wide enough to stick my head in. I see one of the most incredible things I've ever seen. I see m
Going to a female massage therapist is more comfortable. I lift heavy and regularly in the gym, so I get work done every few weeks. Today, I got my glutes done, which usually means I wear just a thong or g-string. I didn’t think, but I was wearing grey underwear. I’ve gotten wet a few times when she’s massaged my hamstrings and glutes, although this time, I’m certain she noticed the wet patch, since I placed one knee higher with my foot pressing against my inner thigh. I wouldn’t say I’m overly attracted to her, but her touch and me being in just my underwear and going through moderate pain makes me feel submissive. It builds fantasy while I have work done and I’ve fantasised about light BDSM scenarios. You can’t fight how your body reacts when stimulated..
I’ve been dreaming about fucking Ellie for 15 years. Let me take you back real quick to explain: we met in kindergarten, our mothers became fast friends and we grew up together. She was my partner in crime when we were kids. Then we hit puberty and I started to notice… new things about Ellie. I think I was 20 the first time I allowed myself to think about her when I was masturbating. She has these beautiful tits and I had just spent a whole day thinking of what they would feel like around my cock if I ever had the chance to tit fuck her. So I wanked it really good, pretending my fist was actually Ellie kneeling before me and squeezing her breast so I could fuck them. Never made a move though, because: 1 - I didn’t wanna risk the friendship 2 - There was never a right time 3 - I’m full of shit cause I’m actually a fucking coward “Hey shooter” she hugs me really tight and smacks a kiss on my cheek “You ready?” “You gotta stop calling me that” I hug her back. “It’s c
You found me on the Internet. We talked about the books of Milan Kundera and Henry Miller, the philosophies of Michel Foucault and Erich Fromm, films about war and the desire to love people in spite of any grief. We met and our eyes said to each other what the lips did not dare to say. Without words, I agreed to give myself to you, to fall into your confident hands. You never once hinted at what exactly you would do with me when the bedroom doors closed behind us, but I knew that this would be an unusual sm - session. With a familiar gesture, I extended my hands to you and you snapped the handcuffs on my wrists. At first, the unpleasant cold of the metal was quickly replaced by an unexpected feeling of freedom: from that moment on, I ceased to belong to myself, you took me the way you wanted and I wanted only one thing - to dissolve in you, to be one with you, to get out of the shackles of imposed ideas, and I experienced this I was able to get off the ground and fly. You hit me
When I was a Senior in HS (18) I had an old FWB (we'll call her Amy) who went to a college semi-nearby. I used to go see her every so often throughout the year. At first she would make sure her roommates were gone when I'd come over but as there were four of them in a suite that was possible plus they got comfortable so I started to come up when they were around. Eventually it got to the point that after fucking we would wind up hanging out and they'd be around so I got to know them a little bit. We'd usually fuck when I got there and then at least once more before I left so they loved teasing her when we went to her room before I left. One time we were hanging out and they made a comment as we went to her room so I smacked Amy on the ass and they all hooted and hollered. As we got going they stood outside the door and cheered, encouraging me to fuck her harder and smack her ass (they'd been pregaming) so we put on a show for them. The next time I was up there I did basically the same
In college, me and my girlfriend went out drinking with her two girl roomates one night. We all got pretty drunk and ended up back at their dorm. It had an "open floor plan" with a bed in each corner of the room. Everyone passed out when we got back. In the middle of the night I woke up with a big hard on. We were spooning. I squirmed around, pressed my dick up against her, and she woke up. I reached over, started rubbing her pussy and could feel it getting wet while she grabbed my dick. Soon we were going at it on our sides, trying to be quiet. After a little while we got more bold. We got naked and started banging doggystyle as the bed squeaked. Then a light flips on and her two roomates are awake, watching us fuck. "We wanna see the show" one of them said. We just kept at it. My girl was off in la la land, dick drunk, didn't even acknowledge them. I gave them a show... Slapping her ass, pulling her hair, pounded her while she moaned loudly. A few times I looked over at
I was 20 when I met K. I’d taken a seasonal gig at some shitty big box store over the holidays in a pinch. After sweating through my first couple days, she’d spotted me and been more or less the only one who backed me up when I inevitably needed help. We were fast friends and she ended up introducing me to some other people she hung out with from the store, namely her girlfriend G and their other friend, A. Despite being a shamelessly horny 20 year old, finding out that K was a Lesbian instantly shut my mind off to the possibility of trying to sleep with her. I’d never knowingly met anyone who was gay to that point, but in my mind a relationship was a relationship. And seeing as I wasn’t attracted to A, we instead formed a neat little friend group. Most days were spent slinging knickknacks and overpriced wine to housewives who were flattered when I had to ID them at my register. At the time I was your classic skinny white boy with long skater hair and a good jaw line. So every once i
After our night together, things went back to normal between my sister Rachel and I. We talked about it and decided it was a one time thing due to the emotions of the situation. It was a couple of weeks before I saw her in-person again. My girlfriend, Stacey, who's my age 23, was spending the week with me. It had been a few weeks since we'd seen each other so we spend Friday night having amazing sex. On Saturday, we were binge watching shows on Netflix and just cuddling with each other. Around 4pm, my sister, Rachel, shows up. I was a little disappointed that she showed up because I was about to cook a great meal for me and Stacey. Stacey insisted that she stay for dinner and watch TV with us. They got along fairly well when together. As I was cooking, I needed to go to the story for something. The girls were into a show so I went alone. It took longer than I thought at the store, about 45 minutes. When I returned, they were on the couch, both topless, kissing. They were too much
I'm very good friends with him and sadly he gets bullied a lot because of his weight. One day my dad was out of town so i invited all of my friends to have a small party. The night was going really well, we played games, had snacks ...etc until the guys decided to start making jokes about him and laughing at him, this time i got really pissed off and told them off until they stopped. But unfortunately i could still see him affected by it, so i got an idea While everyone was leaving, i whispered to his ears ''hey, make up an excuse so you can stay with me .... i have something for you ...'' he did and after everyone left, i took him to my room , closed the door, tied up my hair and blew him for a good two or three minutes until he came. He got kinda emotional afterwards and cried in my arms but we had a very good talk, he's been hitting the gym ever since :) I'm thinking about giving him a bj after every milestone he reaches ... like for example losing a certain am
I was 20 when I met K. I’d taken a seasonal gig at some shitty big box store over the holidays in a pinch. After sweating through my first couple days, she’d spotted me and been more or less the only one who backed me up when I inevitably needed help. We were fast friends and she ended up introducing me to some other people she hung out with from the store, namely her girlfriend G and their other friend, A. Despite being a shamelessly horny 20 year old, finding out that K was a Lesbian instantly shut my mind off to the possibility of trying to sleep with her. I’d never knowingly met anyone who was gay to that point, but in my mind a relationship was a relationship. And seeing as I wasn’t attracted to A, we instead formed a neat little friend group. Most days were spent slinging knickknacks and overpriced wine to housewives who were flattered when I had to ID them at my register. At the time I was your classic skinny white boy with long skater hair and a good jaw line. So every once i
The night was moonlit. She loved those nights. When the air is fresh and slightly cool, keeping, however, the warmth of the past summer day. When the dew that fell in the evening cools pleasantly on bare ankles. When it’s quiet, amazingly quiet, you don’t hear any conversations, no steps, no crackling of cicadas, not even the rustle of grass. Nevertheless, this silence was alive and eloquent. And the moon, silvering everything around: grass, trees, the smooth surface of the river. She stopped at a small sandy beach and kicked off her sandals. Graceful feet in turn, smoothly sank on the warm, slightly damp sand. Her gaze was at her feet, at the edge of the silver water that was washing the sand. She felt him coming. She always felt him, as he did her. There seemed to be an invisible connection between them. They understood each other without words. He approached from behind and his fingers touched her palm lightly. She did not turn around, continuing to look at the sand under her fe
She was really, really attractive. We had discussed opening our relationship before. But the truth is that neither of us really wanted the other to go "looking around." We deeply loved each together and were committed to one another. We had been dating since high school, for instance. He was my first, and my only one, and same for him. But that woman was simply gorgeous. I had had that kind of fantasy before. To watch your partner have sex with someone else. Be a third party. Just... observe. Watch him have some fun, watch him do with her what he only did with you. It was all those feeling, I suppose. To be there and watch it happen. Live, under your eyes. It was terribly, terribly arousing. And if Josh had one flaw - and he didn't have many - it was that he was not into domination at all. Sometimes, I fantasized about it. A coworker from work, with big shoulders and big hands, pinning me down, making me do... stuff. I don't even know how to describe it. I d
I was 19 years old the first time I masturbated. I guess I felt the… *itch* before. I just never scratched it until then. I didn’t know how and my religious upbringing made it feel wrong to try to find out. And then that Friday happened. It was raining really bad and I was on my computer making random Google searches cause I was so bored. Problem is Google has a way of becoming a rabbit hole, and if you fall deep enough all roads will lead to porn. The video popped in my screen as a suggestion and I clicked it as a joke. I was just a little curious, I was just a little bored. That was the first time I ever saw porn. It was a woman on a train ride. She was wearing a silk shirt and a pencil skirt. Dark pantyhose and high heeled stilettos. She looked like a business woman on her way to an important meeting, but to the men on that train she was meat. And they were hungry. It started slow. They would bump into her and grind their groins against her butt almost as if it was an accid
We went with you to the sauna... just YOU and I. We booked a suite for two, and when we got there, we saw how beautiful it was - everything around was made of wood, glass... We really like it here, and you , gently slap me on the ass and say: "Come on, undress, Mike!" I pull a light sweater over my head and you see that under it I have nothing but round and bouncing breasts. I lean over and carefully fold my sweater on the bench, my breasts swaying smoothly as I move. You have an involuntary desire to come up and take them in your hands. You gently take them in your palms, coming up behind me, noting their heaviness and velvety ... slightly squeezing, you begin to stroke. You kiss my neck, where such hot, tender and deliciously smelling skin. You even grab the hairs on my neck with your lips ... "Oh, how ticklish ... let it go ..." - I whisper, and as if by chance I press my ass against your stomach. I'm doing this on purpose, firstly because it's so sexy, and secondly, to tease you
Hello, my name is Ivy and I love unique challenges. Here's one that happened just a few years ago. I was a true submissive, with a deep craving for oral pleasure. Giving blowjobs was my absolute favorite thing to do, and even when I was alone, I often had a toy in my mouth as I pleasured myself. Over the years, I had become quite skilled in this particular art. One night, I went out with some friends to a local bar. We were all a bit tipsy and as always, our conversations turned to a more risqué nature. **One of the guys in our group, a friend of a friend, claimed he had never had an orgasm from oral sex.** I found this hard to believe, given that he was in his late twenties, but I made a mental note of it all the same. The next day, I added him on ig and we started chatting online a bit... Eventually, I asked him if it was true that he had never had an orgasm from oral sex. *Like, really?* He confirmed that it was. I relished a good challenge and this one seem
I was always tighter with my brother than my sister. Harry and I were closer in age and shared a wide friendship group from our time at school together, whereas I was in my final year of high school when Alix started there. I avoided her for that year, not wanting to put any unwanted attention on her. I remember her 19th birthday party well. She celebrated it about a month after her actual birthday because, in Australia, January is when a lot of people go away, and she wanted her best friend, Lexi, to be there. Harry was long gone from home at that point, and I had moved out the previous year, but Alix still lived with Mum and Dad. She somehow convinced them to let her have her 19th party at home, with over 80 people invited. She was always so good at getting her way, and Mum always bent over for her. I remember the party so well because it's the first time I noticed her. I mean, the first time I properly noticed her. I arrived early to help Dad prepare some food and was given BBQ
I’m inspired to share this recollection in the hope of helping guys who have had anxiety struggles around erectile dysfunction / premature ejaculation. Rewind - I slept with a guy who was quite anxious beforehand. He’d thrown into conversation that he hadn’t had sex for nearly two years. I struggled to see how, but no judgement. He was kind, had a lot going for himself and was funny. He dropped in there that he may struggle with lose his boner but wasn’t sure. Okay, not a problem at all. I reassured him that I liked him, that I’m not here to judge his ‘performance’. I liked him, wanted to pleasure him and would have fun exploring each others bodies regardless. I was told I’m not like most girls. This didn’t click at first. He was trying to tell me that I wasn’t putting excess pressure that men often face to ‘deliver’. I suggested we could enjoy cuddling, or even some foreplay, at his pace. Despite me being VERY horny, the greater good was him feeling comfortable. We got down to