A frank assessment of my kinks.
If you'd like to suggest some situations that I might use for some of the stories, let me know with an ask (and of course, if you want to talk for any other reason, use the ask)
I've always kind of known that I'm not perfectly hetero and vanilla, but I've never really examined what I'm interested in. I've kept a lot bottled up.
That said, I'm not sure how much I'm interested I'd actually be willing to do in person, or even want to.
If anyone wants to talk dirty, I'm more than happy to exchange some asks. Let me know your fantasies.
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Sometimes during the day Mrs. Carlson, the boss’ wife, would come around, horny and looking to fuck him. Sometimes he was around, but more often he was in a meeting. That was okay, so could always get his assistant or one of his employees to come in, and she didn’t really care whose cock she fucked and sucked.
It used to be that at a certain point Marie would start complaining. They didn’t need to go so far each day on their driving vacations. They could stop at a hotel already.
But that never convinced John. So Marie started masturbating. Then John would pull over at the next exit with a hotel and book them.
Olive was in the middle of four of her boyfriend Jake’s friends, getting fucked by them in turn, when he came home. She just looked up and said thank you.
Jake was confused. Then he realized what had happened; he had promised to arrange a bunch of guys to fuck her, and she had figured that tonight was the night—whereas he’d just been late getting home to watch the game with his friends.
She’d be surprised next friday when another set of guys showed up to fuck her.
Jane had hired her younger neighbor as a gardner, but the garden hadn’t gotten neater. Actually, some of the shrubs were far taller—but that had been deliberately, so she and the young man could fuck outside without any of the neighbors seeing.
Whenever her husband booked a room for a night out in town, Rita booked another one at the same hotel. She didn’t mind him having a mistress, so long as the younger women would visit her, and take care of her, after Rita’s husband was worn out.
Jen had just entered the club. She had heard it was a wild place, but she hadn’t realized how wild—nor how much she would like it. It seemed that it was a basic rule that no woman would leave with a man until he’d proven he could get her off. And the demonstration often happened out on the dance floor.
It was a good thing men could go without their shirts. Olive had just met him while walking in the woods, and had eagerly sucked him off. She hadn’t meant him to leave cum on her face, but she hadn’t minded either, and hadn’t had the mind to prevent it. Now she she needed to use his shirt to wipe off the cum so her husband wouldn’t realize what she’d been up to when she walked back into the house.
They liked kissing each other while they fucked, but in some of their favorite positions it could be hard to contort their bodies. Now it looked like they’d have a different favorite thing to do while fucking—kissing some else’s cock or pussy together.
Jen couldn’t believe she was kissing her best friend. She’d had enough trouble believing that she and Donna were naked together, but she definitely was surprised that she was touching and kissing her best friend’s naked body.
It had started with complaints about Jen’s husband’s lack of fervor eating her out. Donna had suggested seeing how it was when another woman was riding him. Jen had assumed Donna said that just so she could try fucking Jen’s husband. But Jen couldn’t get the idea out of her head; she had to try it.
And now she was very glad she was, and as thanks, she was going to enhance her best friend’s orgasm in any way she asked.
It wasn’t through a lack of skill that Hank let his boyfriend’s cock slip out of his mouth. Sometimes it made Roger moan to see the o shaped lips where his cock had just been.
Jake had been a little rough receiving his blowjob from Marie, and her mouth needed a little time to recover—and the other guys didn’t want to wait. It was a good thing he didn’t mind getting down on his knees with Marie.
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