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My name is Stacy, and I am a slut.
I found this in another thread, but it's so hot and sexy I had to post it here. Enjoy.
Something that I picked up on another site. I thought that it made a good read in light of recent overheard conversations concerning Sir and I when we are out together.
A Four-Letter Word
This means you.
a.. Slut -- 1: a slovenly woman : SLATTERN 2a: a lewd woman; esp : PROSTITUTE b: a saucy girl : MINX
Ah, "slut." A compact little word, forceful even in the way it sounds, starting out with a hissing sibilant and pushing off of the tongue through the L and U, and then that nastily crisp T. "Slut." Say it a few times out loud. Roll it around in your mouth. "Sssslut." "Sss…lllut." Say it again. Notice that it's difficult -- almost impossible, in fact -- to pronounce it neutrally. It's got a sneer built into it, that word. It's not as twangy and unthreatening as "tramp." It's not as easy to yell as "whore." "Whore" is built for screaming rage and dishes flying through the air, with a nice gusty H at the front and a big old roaring R bringing up the rear. Not "slut," though. "Slut" is muttered. "Slut" is whispered. "Whore" comes in like a punch, but "slut" tingles, like a slap. "Slut" hides behind the teeth. "Slut" is for when your back is turned.
"Slut" is for when you don't act like a lady. "Slut" is for when you sit with your legs apart. "Slut" is for when you wear it short, tight, without a bra, cut up high and down low and around the side, because, see, "slut" is also for when you have the nerve to enjoy your body in front of women who hate their own bodies. Don't strut. Don't dance with soul, or lick your lips. Don't look too good; don't think you look too good. Digging your own self is slutty. Making your own good time is slutty. Who do you think you are, anyway? Knees together, slut.
"Slut" is for when you forget to hate and fear boys. "Slut" is for when you talk to them, flirt with them, hang out with them and watch kung fu movies, pretend they don't suck at guitar, sit on their laps, cut their hair. "Slut" is for when you don't remember that you can't have a male friend unless he's your brother or gay, because your male friends want to fuck you, and you can't handle that. "Slut" is liking sports and belches and messy apartments -- or, rather, "liking" those things, because you couldn't really like those things. You just pretend to like them so that you can get attention from men, because you have no personality of your own, and even if you did, men only want you for your action anyway. That's pathetic. Get a life, slut.
"Slut" is for when, in spite of everything you've learned from Cosmo and your sorority sisters, you just love men, for when you want to look at them and talk about them and burrow your nose into their necks and lick them from head to toe and hop right on them when they walk in the door like that scene from Raising Arizona where Holly Hunter clings to Nicolas Cage like a wood tick. Ugh. That's so undignified. That's so unfeminine. "Slut" is for walking down the street and talking to a friend on your cell phone and watching a cute boy walk past in the opposite direction and looking at him and looking away and looking back and then turning around in mid-sentence to keep looking. "Slut" is for thinking of stubble burn and biting your lip. "Slut" is for remembering the way your first true love used to pin you up against his car door and flushing clear up to the roots of your hair. "Slut" is for big hands and deep voices. "Slut" is for on top of you and under you and behind you, in the closet, on the floor, under the piano. "Slut" is for liking it. "Slut" is for wanting it. "Slut" is for going after it. Men hunt, women gather; men chase, women wait. Look it up, slut.
Bad girls have more fun. That doesn't seem fair, does it?
"Slut" is for kissing boys with tongue. "Slut" is for kissing lots of different boys with tongue. "Slut" is for craving kissing lots of different boys with tongue. That's not right, you know. It says so in the Bible, and in social hygiene films. "Slut" is for loving sex. "Slut" is for needing sex. "Slut" is for thinking sex isn't shameful. Sex is for married people, for diamond owners, for nice girls in twin sets whose mothers hid the Erica Jong, for people totally and completely, like, in total and complete love, and it takes place behind closed doors, with the lights out. Sex isn't fun. Sex isn't casual. Sex is a deadly serious, disgusting, dirty, degrading business. Just lie there. Don't move around. Don't use your fingernails or moan or anything; that's slutty. Don't get on top. Don't go down. Going down is really slutty, especially if you like it as much as he does. Ew. That's so gross. Only a slut would like that. That's so sickening. I bet you masturbate, too. Ew, I can't even think about that. That's so foul -- touching yourself down there like that? That's -- well, it's dirty and sticky and gross, dude! Nobody does that. Well, boys do, but that's different.
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> "Slut" is for sex outside a committed relationship. Sex outside a committed relationship is a cry for help. It means you have no self-respect, obviously. You're, like, a total nympho, man. I can't believe you would even do that. God. Don't talk about it. Don't think about it. Don't miss it. Don't daydream about doing it with Josh Hartnett in a waterfall. I mean -- yuck. That's totally slutty. Are you, like, desperate or something? Why else would you just have sex with a guy? That's so wrong. You're so wrong. You're such a slut.
"Slut" is for fucking on the first date, giving head instead of your number, not caring if he calls, caring if he calls but fucking another guy to pass the time. You do that stuff, well, clearly you're a slut. What's even worse? You, like, enjoy it. It's so show-offy, too. Like, "look at me, I think I'm a guy," like Samantha on Sex & The City, like, get over yourself, hon. And, I mean, Samantha brings home at least one new guy every week, but she's, like, obviously so miserable and empty inside because she never settles down. Don't you want to get married? How do you ever expect to get married if you keep slutting around? You have to save yourself. I mean, no man's going to want you if you've slept with, like, a million other guys before him. You're used. You're dirty. He'll fuck you, but he'll never bring you home to his mother, because you didn't stay pure and go to bed only with guys you loved. And you can't have more experience than your husband; that's just not done. What if he gets insecure about it? You'll scare him off. You don't want that, do you?
Do you know how much I hate you, you slut? Almost as much as I hate myself.
And you've probably got diseases. I bet you don't even use protection. Remember? How you have no self-respect? And don't use condoms and birth control, because you just want guys to like you, so you just fuck them? That's so sad. I feel really sorry for you. Yeah, you say you enjoy it, but it's just a compulsion, and it's pitiful, really.
Just stay away from my man, okay? Don't even talk to him. Women have to look out for each other, because men would never look out for us, because we don't deserve their respect and fidelity. We women have to stick together. If he steps out on me with you, that's not his fuck-up. It's yours. I mean, you're the slut here. You obviously came onto him all barracuda-style and lured him into bed, so I blame you completely. So just don't even go over there to talk to him. He'd never treat me right, and if I left you two alone, something would happen.
God, I can't even look at you. You just prance around acting all carefree like you don't care what happens, like it doesn't matter, like you have the right to sleep with whomever you want or something -- you make me ill! I hate you! Fuck you, slut!
If you found yourself nodding along in sincere agreement with any of what's written above, you have a serious, serious problem and need to report to your nearest therapist for a course of self-esteem rehabilitation and double-standard deprogramming. The rest of you may continue to wear your sluttishness with pride. Here endeth the lesson.
And thank you, Dr. Weston.
A review of The Ethical Slut.
You know, your mother doesn't know everything.
Please slut responsibly.
I found this in another thread, but it's so hot and sexy I had to post it here. Enjoy.
Something that I picked up on another site. I thought that it made a good read in light of recent overheard conversations concerning Sir and I when we are out together.
A Four-Letter Word
This means you.
a.. Slut -- 1: a slovenly woman : SLATTERN 2a: a lewd woman; esp : PROSTITUTE b: a saucy girl : MINX
Ah, "slut." A compact little word, forceful even in the way it sounds, starting out with a hissing sibilant and pushing off of the tongue through the L and U, and then that nastily crisp T. "Slut." Say it a few times out loud. Roll it around in your mouth. "Sssslut." "Sss…lllut." Say it again. Notice that it's difficult -- almost impossible, in fact -- to pronounce it neutrally. It's got a sneer built into it, that word. It's not as twangy and unthreatening as "tramp." It's not as easy to yell as "whore." "Whore" is built for screaming rage and dishes flying through the air, with a nice gusty H at the front and a big old roaring R bringing up the rear. Not "slut," though. "Slut" is muttered. "Slut" is whispered. "Whore" comes in like a punch, but "slut" tingles, like a slap. "Slut" hides behind the teeth. "Slut" is for when your back is turned.
"Slut" is for when you don't act like a lady. "Slut" is for when you sit with your legs apart. "Slut" is for when you wear it short, tight, without a bra, cut up high and down low and around the side, because, see, "slut" is also for when you have the nerve to enjoy your body in front of women who hate their own bodies. Don't strut. Don't dance with soul, or lick your lips. Don't look too good; don't think you look too good. Digging your own self is slutty. Making your own good time is slutty. Who do you think you are, anyway? Knees together, slut.
"Slut" is for when you forget to hate and fear boys. "Slut" is for when you talk to them, flirt with them, hang out with them and watch kung fu movies, pretend they don't suck at guitar, sit on their laps, cut their hair. "Slut" is for when you don't remember that you can't have a male friend unless he's your brother or gay, because your male friends want to fuck you, and you can't handle that. "Slut" is liking sports and belches and messy apartments -- or, rather, "liking" those things, because you couldn't really like those things. You just pretend to like them so that you can get attention from men, because you have no personality of your own, and even if you did, men only want you for your action anyway. That's pathetic. Get a life, slut.
"Slut" is for when, in spite of everything you've learned from Cosmo and your sorority sisters, you just love men, for when you want to look at them and talk about them and burrow your nose into their necks and lick them from head to toe and hop right on them when they walk in the door like that scene from Raising Arizona where Holly Hunter clings to Nicolas Cage like a wood tick. Ugh. That's so undignified. That's so unfeminine. "Slut" is for walking down the street and talking to a friend on your cell phone and watching a cute boy walk past in the opposite direction and looking at him and looking away and looking back and then turning around in mid-sentence to keep looking. "Slut" is for thinking of stubble burn and biting your lip. "Slut" is for remembering the way your first true love used to pin you up against his car door and flushing clear up to the roots of your hair. "Slut" is for big hands and deep voices. "Slut" is for on top of you and under you and behind you, in the closet, on the floor, under the piano. "Slut" is for liking it. "Slut" is for wanting it. "Slut" is for going after it. Men hunt, women gather; men chase, women wait. Look it up, slut.
Bad girls have more fun. That doesn't seem fair, does it?
"Slut" is for kissing boys with tongue. "Slut" is for kissing lots of different boys with tongue. "Slut" is for craving kissing lots of different boys with tongue. That's not right, you know. It says so in the Bible, and in social hygiene films. "Slut" is for loving sex. "Slut" is for needing sex. "Slut" is for thinking sex isn't shameful. Sex is for married people, for diamond owners, for nice girls in twin sets whose mothers hid the Erica Jong, for people totally and completely, like, in total and complete love, and it takes place behind closed doors, with the lights out. Sex isn't fun. Sex isn't casual. Sex is a deadly serious, disgusting, dirty, degrading business. Just lie there. Don't move around. Don't use your fingernails or moan or anything; that's slutty. Don't get on top. Don't go down. Going down is really slutty, especially if you like it as much as he does. Ew. That's so gross. Only a slut would like that. That's so sickening. I bet you masturbate, too. Ew, I can't even think about that. That's so foul -- touching yourself down there like that? That's -- well, it's dirty and sticky and gross, dude! Nobody does that. Well, boys do, but that's different.
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> "Slut" is for sex outside a committed relationship. Sex outside a committed relationship is a cry for help. It means you have no self-respect, obviously. You're, like, a total nympho, man. I can't believe you would even do that. God. Don't talk about it. Don't think about it. Don't miss it. Don't daydream about doing it with Josh Hartnett in a waterfall. I mean -- yuck. That's totally slutty. Are you, like, desperate or something? Why else would you just have sex with a guy? That's so wrong. You're so wrong. You're such a slut.
"Slut" is for fucking on the first date, giving head instead of your number, not caring if he calls, caring if he calls but fucking another guy to pass the time. You do that stuff, well, clearly you're a slut. What's even worse? You, like, enjoy it. It's so show-offy, too. Like, "look at me, I think I'm a guy," like Samantha on Sex & The City, like, get over yourself, hon. And, I mean, Samantha brings home at least one new guy every week, but she's, like, obviously so miserable and empty inside because she never settles down. Don't you want to get married? How do you ever expect to get married if you keep slutting around? You have to save yourself. I mean, no man's going to want you if you've slept with, like, a million other guys before him. You're used. You're dirty. He'll fuck you, but he'll never bring you home to his mother, because you didn't stay pure and go to bed only with guys you loved. And you can't have more experience than your husband; that's just not done. What if he gets insecure about it? You'll scare him off. You don't want that, do you?
Do you know how much I hate you, you slut? Almost as much as I hate myself.
And you've probably got diseases. I bet you don't even use protection. Remember? How you have no self-respect? And don't use condoms and birth control, because you just want guys to like you, so you just fuck them? That's so sad. I feel really sorry for you. Yeah, you say you enjoy it, but it's just a compulsion, and it's pitiful, really.
Just stay away from my man, okay? Don't even talk to him. Women have to look out for each other, because men would never look out for us, because we don't deserve their respect and fidelity. We women have to stick together. If he steps out on me with you, that's not his fuck-up. It's yours. I mean, you're the slut here. You obviously came onto him all barracuda-style and lured him into bed, so I blame you completely. So just don't even go over there to talk to him. He'd never treat me right, and if I left you two alone, something would happen.
God, I can't even look at you. You just prance around acting all carefree like you don't care what happens, like it doesn't matter, like you have the right to sleep with whomever you want or something -- you make me ill! I hate you! Fuck you, slut!
If you found yourself nodding along in sincere agreement with any of what's written above, you have a serious, serious problem and need to report to your nearest therapist for a course of self-esteem rehabilitation and double-standard deprogramming. The rest of you may continue to wear your sluttishness with pride. Here endeth the lesson.
And thank you, Dr. Weston.
A review of The Ethical Slut.
You know, your mother doesn't know everything.
Please slut responsibly.
I was reading some BDSM sites and trying to learn more about it. I have never been into BDSM. I know that I have a submissive side centered around anal stimulation. I got a fantasy going that got me really hard.
I joined a dating website and saw a woman who identified as Bi. I contacted her and told her that I was probably by but deep in the closet. I told her that I was not emotionally attracted to men, only women, but that I liked anal stimulation. We exchanged pictures and she decided to meet me.
We met for coffee and she was great in person. I liked everything about her. I was hoping she liked me. After a while, she told me that she would consider seeing me again, but that there was a lot for us to work out. After I had first contacted her, she told me that she had read up on BDSM and she was willing to try it with me, but that it wouldn't be a full time thing. And then she put some panties on the table and told me to go to the bathroom and put them on and bring back my underwear. I did.
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I can tell that at this pace, this fantasy is going to turn into a story.
Long story short, we started down a path of spanking, panty domination, strap on play and more.
I'll turn it into a story when I have time.
The fantasy.
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We go to a BDSM party. I am her sub. There is a mix of genders here.. I attend to her needs and sit by her side.
She is wearing a corset with shelf bra and a skirt. I am wearing my new straps and collar. I am plugged and caged. Another Domme comes over and they make out. The other Domme gives her exposed nipples a lot of attention. I am jealous because I rarely get to do that anymore.
A scene starts in the living room that has been turned into a dungeon. There is a cross and a horse. A Dom, the one that instructed Her in my training, has his sub across his knee and is giving her a good spanking. Because of the number of couple here, I know the scenes will not last long. He is vigorous and after a bit, she is red all over her ass and she is whimpering. That drives him harder and he pulls her to the horse and locks her down, fucks her hard. He cums. He turns and asks which sub should clean up his sub. She pushs me forward and I am surprised. I haven't touched another woman since we have started our Ds play. I am on my knees the Dom asks if I should clean him first. She nods and I take his cock in my mouth, clean him. He pulls away and I turn to his sub and lap the cum from her.
Other couples start to play and then my Domme pulls me over to the cross, cuffs me to it and begins to whale on my ass with a crop. I am shocked. She has never been this hard with me and I wonder if she is showing off. I try to take it but groan. This stirs her to more effort and she makes sure her blows hit my crack and as much of my anus as she can reach. I twitch with each blow.
I see that the horse has opened up and she unclips me and takes me to it. She locks me into it and takes out my plug. I know what is coming next and try to brace myself. She takes me with one hard shove and I groan in pain. She has the large dildo in and I know she like to make me groan with it. I try not to, but I can't help it. She slap my ass and I get a rush from it. Her pace quickens and I steal a glance back and see that another Domme is playing with my Domme's nipples and she is in 7th heaven. She starts bucking violently against me and I know she is cumming. Me, not so much. Her pace slows and she pulls out.
She asks the Dom I serviced if his sub can service me. He nods and my Domme takes off my cage. The sub strokes my immediately erect cock and I cum into her hand quickly. She holds her hand up and I lap my cum from it.
The party breaks up after that and we head home the way we came, me in my straps and collar, plugged, under a raincoat.
I joined a dating website and saw a woman who identified as Bi. I contacted her and told her that I was probably by but deep in the closet. I told her that I was not emotionally attracted to men, only women, but that I liked anal stimulation. We exchanged pictures and she decided to meet me.
We met for coffee and she was great in person. I liked everything about her. I was hoping she liked me. After a while, she told me that she would consider seeing me again, but that there was a lot for us to work out. After I had first contacted her, she told me that she had read up on BDSM and she was willing to try it with me, but that it wouldn't be a full time thing. And then she put some panties on the table and told me to go to the bathroom and put them on and bring back my underwear. I did.
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I can tell that at this pace, this fantasy is going to turn into a story.
Long story short, we started down a path of spanking, panty domination, strap on play and more.
I'll turn it into a story when I have time.
The fantasy.
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We go to a BDSM party. I am her sub. There is a mix of genders here.. I attend to her needs and sit by her side.
She is wearing a corset with shelf bra and a skirt. I am wearing my new straps and collar. I am plugged and caged. Another Domme comes over and they make out. The other Domme gives her exposed nipples a lot of attention. I am jealous because I rarely get to do that anymore.
A scene starts in the living room that has been turned into a dungeon. There is a cross and a horse. A Dom, the one that instructed Her in my training, has his sub across his knee and is giving her a good spanking. Because of the number of couple here, I know the scenes will not last long. He is vigorous and after a bit, she is red all over her ass and she is whimpering. That drives him harder and he pulls her to the horse and locks her down, fucks her hard. He cums. He turns and asks which sub should clean up his sub. She pushs me forward and I am surprised. I haven't touched another woman since we have started our Ds play. I am on my knees the Dom asks if I should clean him first. She nods and I take his cock in my mouth, clean him. He pulls away and I turn to his sub and lap the cum from her.
Other couples start to play and then my Domme pulls me over to the cross, cuffs me to it and begins to whale on my ass with a crop. I am shocked. She has never been this hard with me and I wonder if she is showing off. I try to take it but groan. This stirs her to more effort and she makes sure her blows hit my crack and as much of my anus as she can reach. I twitch with each blow.
I see that the horse has opened up and she unclips me and takes me to it. She locks me into it and takes out my plug. I know what is coming next and try to brace myself. She takes me with one hard shove and I groan in pain. She has the large dildo in and I know she like to make me groan with it. I try not to, but I can't help it. She slap my ass and I get a rush from it. Her pace quickens and I steal a glance back and see that another Domme is playing with my Domme's nipples and she is in 7th heaven. She starts bucking violently against me and I know she is cumming. Me, not so much. Her pace slows and she pulls out.
She asks the Dom I serviced if his sub can service me. He nods and my Domme takes off my cage. The sub strokes my immediately erect cock and I cum into her hand quickly. She holds her hand up and I lap my cum from it.
The party breaks up after that and we head home the way we came, me in my straps and collar, plugged, under a raincoat.
bidaddy
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my fantasy right now
i often think of sneeking up on my wife as she is looking in to the guys shower as she plays with her pussy. as i kiss the back of her neck and slide my cock in to her hot puss from behind. we both watch the big swinging cocks until we cant take it. we go inside and she drops to her knees infront of a nice 8 inch cock and starts to suck on him i lean in and suck on his balls and then we take turns sucking that hard shaft. as we do this i see another guy slide his cock into her from behind . oh it looks so hot . i grab ahold of another cock and start to suck him and as i do i feel some one lick my ass and then slide a big hot cock in to my ass. as the guy pumps his cock deep into me, my wife is starting to cum like crazy witch causes the men that are fucking her to cum. i lean over and lick the cum from her face the guy fucking me cums in my ass then two guys lick me clean as i stroke my hard cock, i tell my wife that i am going to cum and she puts her mouth on my cock and takes my load. as i finish we have a very hot and deep kiss shareing my tasty cum until it is gone........
i often think of sneeking up on my wife as she is looking in to the guys shower as she plays with her pussy. as i kiss the back of her neck and slide my cock in to her hot puss from behind. we both watch the big swinging cocks until we cant take it. we go inside and she drops to her knees infront of a nice 8 inch cock and starts to suck on him i lean in and suck on his balls and then we take turns sucking that hard shaft. as we do this i see another guy slide his cock into her from behind . oh it looks so hot . i grab ahold of another cock and start to suck him and as i do i feel some one lick my ass and then slide a big hot cock in to my ass. as the guy pumps his cock deep into me, my wife is starting to cum like crazy witch causes the men that are fucking her to cum. i lean over and lick the cum from her face the guy fucking me cums in my ass then two guys lick me clean as i stroke my hard cock, i tell my wife that i am going to cum and she puts her mouth on my cock and takes my load. as i finish we have a very hot and deep kiss shareing my tasty cum until it is gone........
I was thinking about a BDSM party I went to. THere was a guy who was an open sub. He just got all giddy any time he was used sexually or embarrased infront of the group. At a private party he was asked at the buffet if he was wearing panties. He told us all he had on a powder blue lace thong.
I'm thinking of when an ex g/f pantied me. My fantasy was being at this party after the vanilla people left and as people start making out my g/f tells me to stand in the middle of the floor. I get hard with fear and anticipation. She gives me a stern look and tells me to drop my pants. I look around and everyone is looking at me. 2 Dommes and this guy.
I whimper as i unfasten my belt and with a pit in my stomach I show the entire party my red lacey bikini panties and blk fishnet thi hi's. My G?F announces that I'm the sissiest guy in the room and ask one of the other Dommes' if I can show my respects to the this tall sub.
His Domme has him stand infront of me we are very close. As 15 people watch I look at my g/f and she points to the floor. I kneel and kiss his thong and profess he is manllier than I am. He laughs as do most of the people in the room. I stay on my knees and kiss his thong till my g/f has felt I have done it enough.
I look up say "Thank you Sir". I feel like a pansy piece fo shit as i crawl back to my g/f and kiss her feet and legs, My pantied ass diplayed to the room.
I'm thinking of when an ex g/f pantied me. My fantasy was being at this party after the vanilla people left and as people start making out my g/f tells me to stand in the middle of the floor. I get hard with fear and anticipation. She gives me a stern look and tells me to drop my pants. I look around and everyone is looking at me. 2 Dommes and this guy.
I whimper as i unfasten my belt and with a pit in my stomach I show the entire party my red lacey bikini panties and blk fishnet thi hi's. My G?F announces that I'm the sissiest guy in the room and ask one of the other Dommes' if I can show my respects to the this tall sub.
His Domme has him stand infront of me we are very close. As 15 people watch I look at my g/f and she points to the floor. I kneel and kiss his thong and profess he is manllier than I am. He laughs as do most of the people in the room. I stay on my knees and kiss his thong till my g/f has felt I have done it enough.
I look up say "Thank you Sir". I feel like a pansy piece fo shit as i crawl back to my g/f and kiss her feet and legs, My pantied ass diplayed to the room.
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bluemoonbill
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Sex Addicts
You people are a bunch of sick deviants, perverse sex addicts, twisted whores and whore mongers. You're the sickos that good folks are warned about........LOL
You make me so hot! When can we meet (meat)?
Wishing you all great orgasms and best regards.
You people are a bunch of sick deviants, perverse sex addicts, twisted whores and whore mongers. You're the sickos that good folks are warned about........LOL
You make me so hot! When can we meet (meat)?
Wishing you all great orgasms and best regards.
thebig1234
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mine right now is a mmf
I've never been into crossdressing or clothes stuff, but I was reading some blogs and started running links about crossdressing and sissy training. There was some interesting stuff there; it made me hard.
My fantasy is that I try on some pantyhose and I like that, so I then try women's satin panties. They are a good combo. I wear them to work under my slacks and I am hard all day. After work, I go out with some guys from the office to a bar. I go into the bathroom for a piss and I can't stand up to pee, I go into a stall. I piss and wonder what people will think if they knew I was wearing panties and pantyhose under my slacks. As I get up from the toilet, the door swings open because a bracket holding the partition has broken and I am standing with my cock out, my pantyhose down and a guy from the office sees the whole thing.
He looks at me, grins and walks away. I go back to the table where everyone is, and he has changed places because of people leaving, and he is now next to me. I am thinking about leaving, but he puts a hand on my leg and tells me to stay. He murmurs that we should leave and go to his place. No one else can hear him. He tells me to leave and he will be right behind me. I don't know what to do, but then his hand slides up to my crotch and I am fucking hard.
I say my goodbyes and then I am in front of the bar with this guy from accounting who I don't really know. He tells me that he likes to wear panties also and says that we can do it at his place. We go to his place and he has a lot of clothes to wear, and since we are about the same size, I can too. He has me strip and try on a dress. He strips and puts on a dress too. I love the feel of it on my skin. I get a run in my pantyhose and he says he has something else to try.
We go into his shower and he washes me, washes my cock. I get hard and wonder if he is going to jerk me off, but he doesn't. He shows me how to shave and we have fun. His hands are all over me, but doesn't try to jerk me off. He has some stockings and a garter belt. He puts me into a thong and a dress and I feel wonderful. He has me try some high heels. They push my ass out, but I seem to get the hang of them. He is wearing a bath robe, sitting in chair, and he calls me over. He takes my hand and gently pulls me down and I know what he wants me to do. His cock is bigger than mine, hard, about eight inches. I take him in my mouth and give the best blow job I can. He cums in my mouth.
He pulls me to my feet and embraces me, kisses me and tells me that I have a wonderful mouth. His hands are on my ass and I know what he wants. I have never taken anything as big as his cock in my ass. I don't want to, but he is kissing me, playing with my ass and the dress is off, the shoes are off, the thong is off, and I am face down on the bed, ass in the air as he is lubing me. He is deliberate as he stretches my ass, then mounts me. I want his cock and he fucks me as I am still wearing the garter belt and stockings.
My fantasy is that I try on some pantyhose and I like that, so I then try women's satin panties. They are a good combo. I wear them to work under my slacks and I am hard all day. After work, I go out with some guys from the office to a bar. I go into the bathroom for a piss and I can't stand up to pee, I go into a stall. I piss and wonder what people will think if they knew I was wearing panties and pantyhose under my slacks. As I get up from the toilet, the door swings open because a bracket holding the partition has broken and I am standing with my cock out, my pantyhose down and a guy from the office sees the whole thing.
He looks at me, grins and walks away. I go back to the table where everyone is, and he has changed places because of people leaving, and he is now next to me. I am thinking about leaving, but he puts a hand on my leg and tells me to stay. He murmurs that we should leave and go to his place. No one else can hear him. He tells me to leave and he will be right behind me. I don't know what to do, but then his hand slides up to my crotch and I am fucking hard.
I say my goodbyes and then I am in front of the bar with this guy from accounting who I don't really know. He tells me that he likes to wear panties also and says that we can do it at his place. We go to his place and he has a lot of clothes to wear, and since we are about the same size, I can too. He has me strip and try on a dress. He strips and puts on a dress too. I love the feel of it on my skin. I get a run in my pantyhose and he says he has something else to try.
We go into his shower and he washes me, washes my cock. I get hard and wonder if he is going to jerk me off, but he doesn't. He shows me how to shave and we have fun. His hands are all over me, but doesn't try to jerk me off. He has some stockings and a garter belt. He puts me into a thong and a dress and I feel wonderful. He has me try some high heels. They push my ass out, but I seem to get the hang of them. He is wearing a bath robe, sitting in chair, and he calls me over. He takes my hand and gently pulls me down and I know what he wants me to do. His cock is bigger than mine, hard, about eight inches. I take him in my mouth and give the best blow job I can. He cums in my mouth.
He pulls me to my feet and embraces me, kisses me and tells me that I have a wonderful mouth. His hands are on my ass and I know what he wants. I have never taken anything as big as his cock in my ass. I don't want to, but he is kissing me, playing with my ass and the dress is off, the shoes are off, the thong is off, and I am face down on the bed, ass in the air as he is lubing me. He is deliberate as he stretches my ass, then mounts me. I want his cock and he fucks me as I am still wearing the garter belt and stockings.
digittwitch
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Anna Paquin, Anna Torv and I spend a weekend comparing lingerie, trying out strapons, and basically everything every man would give several teeth to watch a film of.....but absolutely no guys allowed.
I have been reading some blogs with a lot of submissive stuff on them and it has been a real turn on.
My current fantasy involves a guy who I have had sex with. In exchange for exclusivity, he wants to dictate how and when we will have sex; he will have control of our sex lives. I agree.
We have a standing 'date' on Saturdays, and I go over to his house. He tells me that since he is in charge, I need to learn the rules. He tells me to strip. I do. He takes out a collar and tells me to put it on. I hesitate. He tells me that he knows I am submissive, that I need to be willing to trust him. I put it on. He puts a leash on it and pulls me down. I am on my knees.
He tells me that sometimes he will have complete and total control, like this, and other times it will be more vanilla. If I am willing, I can accept this. I do.
He takes his cock out and fucks me in the mouth. He cums.
He says that now that my mouth has been used, I don't need it. He puts a ball gag on me. He takes me downstairs to his basement and he has it set up with a bunch of things I haven't seen before.
He puts me over a saw horse thing and I realize that it is a whipping horse. I want to back out, but he has my ankles locked to it. I am bent over, exposed. He paddles me with his hand, then a ping pong paddle and I am excited and hurting. He is getting excited again.
My ass is smarting and I can feel him lube me up. I hate what has happened because I have given up control, but I am shaking with excitement. He proceeds to fuck me. Just before he cums, he tells me that I have power over him because he needs my ass to cum in and he hates giving up power that way, then he cums in my ass.
My current fantasy involves a guy who I have had sex with. In exchange for exclusivity, he wants to dictate how and when we will have sex; he will have control of our sex lives. I agree.
We have a standing 'date' on Saturdays, and I go over to his house. He tells me that since he is in charge, I need to learn the rules. He tells me to strip. I do. He takes out a collar and tells me to put it on. I hesitate. He tells me that he knows I am submissive, that I need to be willing to trust him. I put it on. He puts a leash on it and pulls me down. I am on my knees.
He tells me that sometimes he will have complete and total control, like this, and other times it will be more vanilla. If I am willing, I can accept this. I do.
He takes his cock out and fucks me in the mouth. He cums.
He says that now that my mouth has been used, I don't need it. He puts a ball gag on me. He takes me downstairs to his basement and he has it set up with a bunch of things I haven't seen before.
He puts me over a saw horse thing and I realize that it is a whipping horse. I want to back out, but he has my ankles locked to it. I am bent over, exposed. He paddles me with his hand, then a ping pong paddle and I am excited and hurting. He is getting excited again.
My ass is smarting and I can feel him lube me up. I hate what has happened because I have given up control, but I am shaking with excitement. He proceeds to fuck me. Just before he cums, he tells me that I have power over him because he needs my ass to cum in and he hates giving up power that way, then he cums in my ass.
SissyKatie
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My fantasy right now is pretty simple. I just want to be bent over, have my skirt pulled up and panties down... and then be spanked until I am a sobbing mess! 
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