Wit & Nipples 🍒

[peekingone]

I think if I show mine… Kit should show us hers and then you can decided which one you’d rather take. (This is just a sly way for me to see her strap on, duh…! )

Depending on your answer depends on who gets to fuck you and who gets to pleasure the other member

But then I love a threesome, especially FFM. Nothing better than making a guys leg shake alongside a woman’s

https://vlix.io/video/0b2aaeb1a7cee29acc91/

guess what I'm wearing…

Well if I am not part of the FFM, then I would love front row seats to watch. DAMN bean you are naughty. FUCK!!!

 

[LilKitKat]

I think if I show mine… Kit should show us hers and then you can decided which one you’d rather take. (This is just a sly way for me to see her strap on, duh…! )

Depending on your answer depends on who gets to fuck you and who gets to pleasure the other member

But then I love a threesome, especially FFM. Nothing better than making a guys leg shake alongside a woman’s

https://vlix.io/video/0b2aaeb1a7cee29acc91/

guess what I'm wearing…

why would anyone see it? Its just going to be in his ass!

 

[SpicyBean99]

Just the start

https://www.sex.com/pin/55786032-a001/

 

[EvaLane]

guess what I'm wearing…

It really is like the bat signal lol hellooooooo

 

[SpicyBean99]

why would anyone see it? Its just going to be in his ass!

I simply meant you should share what it looks like, not you wearing it!

I was hoping maybe you could fuck me with it instead.

Unless yours is too…small… and you have anxiety sharing

 

[SpicyBean99]

It really is like the bat signal lol hellooooooo

I’ve been waiting for youuuu

 

[SpicyBean99]

Just the start

Until eventually I…

 

[peekingone]

I simply meant you should share what it looks like, not you wearing it!

I was hoping maybe you could fuck me with it instead.

Unless yours is too…small… and you have anxiety sharing

Front row seats for this event DAMN!!!!!

 

[SpicyBean99]

I’m not sure that I have any foot lovers here on this thread so this might go down like a sack of BUT, I did a commissioned piece of writing for a friend of mine who has a foot and giantess fetish… this is a VERY short exert from the beginning. It’s interesting, I’m used to writing quite crude pieces, very explicit and usually involving two or more wet, excited body parts… it’s a challenge to not do so even when talking about feet….but anyway… I know I get a few DMs and thread messages telling me you love reading my little “shorts” as it were!

If it’s crap and you don’t want to hear these kinds of stories don’t be afraid to let me know!

The redhead had looked over at me with piercing green, kohl-lined eyes and caught the trajectory of my stare. Embarrassed, I coughed and grabbed my phone to begin furiously scrolling through any old random app. She had finished smoking and made a show of using the ashtray on my table to put out the cigarette, winking at me on her way out. That first wink, the first of 22, had been five torturous months ago. Valkyrie and her feet had become almost an obsession.

The first beer I order tonight comes in record time. 4 minutes to be exact, I’d checked the time. Just as I was about to relax back in my seat and begin the beer and doomscrolling session, the scent of cedar wood, cookie and vanilla fills my nose as a flash of red, and the click of a heel distracts me from my drink.

“Got a lighter?” The flash of red asks, sliding into the seat across from me, shock and anxiety filling every crevice of my mind as I realise very quickly, who it is. I fumble it out of my pocket and pass it across the table. She leans in, lights up, and blows a slow stream of smoke right at me, her green eyes never leaving mine.

I cough slightly, leaning to the side. The redhead ignores it.

“Thankyou,” she says, lips quirking. “You always sit out here, don’t you?” Her head cocks to the side, as if she’s analysing me, eyes flicking from one eye to the other and back down my body.

I pause, wondering if this was a rhetorical question. She knew I always sat here, I mean, she wasn’t making eye contact and removing her shoes for anyone but me? Was she? What about the winks? The subtle touches of my arm as she delivered me a beer?

I swallow hard, unsure if my voice would betray me…betray my anxiety. “Yeah. Hah. Creature of habit, I guess.”

“Or maybe you just like the view,” she says, winking, and crossing one leg over the other, dangling her heel lazily from her toe. The motion makes my stomach twist and I do my best to not be caught staring again. She catches the flicker of my gaze and smirks, openly enjoying it.

“I… uh…” I start, but she cuts me off.

“I’m Valkyrie by the way. And you are-?”

I blink at her, blushing, a bead of sweat beginning to form on my brow. My brain feels blank, completely useless.

“Your name is…?” she presses, tilting her head again, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oh, shit - yeah, sorry, I must’ve been miles away. I’m James.”

“James,” she repeats, tasting the name on her tongue as if she was figuring out the taste. She leans back in her chair, uncrosses her legs, and lets one heel slip just enough that her foot almost brushes my knee beneath the table. “James…are you doing anything this evening?”

The question catches me off guard, apparently this was going to be a common theme where Valkyrie was involved. I sit up, and take a sip of my beer.

“Well I was planning on sitting here and having a few more of these before heading to Meat and Stacks for a kebab.”

What the FUCK James? Why the fuck did you say that. You could have said anything BUT that.

Fuck.

I take another sip of beer. Attempting to ignore the anxious impending doom that always set in when I said the wrong fucking thing. I mentally headpalm myself.

Valkyrie stares at me in silence for a few seconds, before kicking both of her shoes off entirely and placing her feet gently on my lap.

“Maybe you should reconsider.”

Her feet readjust on my lap.

“Are you sure you’re not free tonight?”

Her toes curl and rub against each other on my thigh, the smell of sweat, mixed with warm leather fills my nose.

Instinctively I breathe in, deeply. That smell is like a drug to me. Heat surges through my body, straight to my groin and I feel my cock twitch under my trousers.

I cough, choking on my own spit. Using a hand to (hopefully) discreetly adjust myself.

“I…uh… well… I could… yeah… I’m free.”

“Good boy.” She said, removing her feet from my lap and slipping her shoes back on. “Meet me in the back car park in 20 minutes.”

As she leaves I quickly grab my phone and order another pint along with a double Southern Comfort with lime and lemonade. I stand up, whilst I wait, running my hands through my hair, walking in a circle and then sit back down, realising that I was catching the attention of a group of lads across the smoking area. I probably looked like a madman. I couldn’t help my thoughts from racing. It was like I had just responded to a command, not unlike a dog owner who says “Here, boy.” and is gifted with a meat snack. As usual though, I try to ignore those thoughts. I was going to enjoy this time with Valkyrie, no matter what this evening would entail.

20 minutes later I’m waiting in the back car park, my backpack slung across my shoulder. The drinks had done nothing but stir up more of anxiety and I couldn’t, stop, sweating. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. A car beeped and made me jump, I looked around the carpark and my eyes fell upon a black, beaten up hatchback, parked in the corner. A window opened and I caught that same flash of red.

“Over here, foot boy.” She calls, loud enough for only my ears to hear.

With a slightly trembling hand, I walk over to the passenger side and opened the door, dropping weakly into the seat, my bag getting caught in the gap between the door and the interior. I struggled for a few seconds, pulling the bag inside until the door finally slammed close. I sit there, pulse racing, awkwardly holding my bag.

“Put that down and take my shoes off?” She asks calmly but firmly.

I glance at her, wide eyed and startled but she was watching the windscreen, paying no attention to my evident shock. She wanted me to… what?

 

[BigT2195]

I’m not sure that I have any foot lovers here on this thread so this might go down like a sack of BUT, I did a commissioned piece of writing for a friend of mine who has a foot and giantess fetish… this is a VERY short exert from the beginning. It’s interesting, I’m used to writing quite crude pieces, very explicit and usually involving two or more wet, excited body parts… it’s a challenge to not do so even when talking about feet….but anyway… I know I get a few DMs and thread messages telling me you love reading my little “shorts” as it were!


If it’s crap and you don’t want to hear these kinds of stories don’t be afraid to let me know!

The redhead had looked over at me with piercing green, kohl-lined eyes and caught the trajectory of my stare. Embarrassed, I coughed and grabbed my phone to begin furiously scrolling through any old random app. She had finished smoking and made a show of using the ashtray on my table to put out the cigarette, winking at me on her way out. That first wink, the first of 22, had been five torturous months ago. Valkyrie and her feet had become almost an obsession.

The first beer I order tonight comes in record time. 4 minutes to be exact, I’d checked the time. Just as I was about to relax back in my seat and begin the beer and doomscrolling session, the scent of cedar wood, cookie and vanilla fills my nose as a flash of red, and the click of a heel distracts me from my drink.

“Got a lighter?” The flash of red asks, sliding into the seat across from me, shock and anxiety filling every crevice of my mind as I realise very quickly, who it is. I fumble it out of my pocket and pass it across the table. She leans in, lights up, and blows a slow stream of smoke right at me, her green eyes never leaving mine.

I cough slightly, leaning to the side. The redhead ignores it.

“Thankyou,” she says, lips quirking. “You always sit out here, don’t you?” Her head cocks to the side, as if she’s analysing me, eyes flicking from one eye to the other and back down my body.

I pause, wondering if this was a rhetorical question. She knew I always sat here, I mean, she wasn’t making eye contact and removing her shoes for anyone but me? Was she? What about the winks? The subtle touches of my arm as she delivered me a beer?

I swallow hard, unsure if my voice would betray me…betray my anxiety. “Yeah. Hah. Creature of habit, I guess.”

“Or maybe you just like the view,” she says, winking, and crossing one leg over the other, dangling her heel lazily from her toe. The motion makes my stomach twist and I do my best to not be caught staring again. She catches the flicker of my gaze and smirks, openly enjoying it.

“I… uh…” I start, but she cuts me off.

“I’m Valkyrie by the way. And you are-?”

I blink at her, blushing, a bead of sweat beginning to form on my brow. My brain feels blank, completely useless.

“Your name is…?” she presses, tilting her head again, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oh, shit - yeah, sorry, I must’ve been miles away. I’m James.”

“James,” she repeats, tasting the name on her tongue as if she was figuring out the taste. She leans back in her chair, uncrosses her legs, and lets one heel slip just enough that her foot almost brushes my knee beneath the table. “James…are you doing anything this evening?”

The question catches me off guard, apparently this was going to be a common theme where Valkyrie was involved. I sit up, and take a sip of my beer.

“Well I was planning on sitting here and having a few more of these before heading to Meat and Stacks for a kebab.”

What the FUCK James? Why the fuck did you say that. You could have said anything BUT that.

Fuck.

I take another sip of beer. Attempting to ignore the anxious impending doom that always set in when I said the wrong fucking thing. I mentally headpalm myself.

Valkyrie stares at me in silence for a few seconds, before kicking both of her shoes off entirely and placing her feet gently on my lap.

“Maybe you should reconsider.”

Her feet readjust on my lap.

“Are you sure you’re not free tonight?”

Her toes curl and rub against each other on my thigh, the smell of sweat, mixed with warm leather fills my nose.

Instinctively I breathe in, deeply. That smell is like a drug to me. Heat surges through my body, straight to my groin and I feel my cock twitch under my trousers.

I cough, choking on my own spit. Using a hand to (hopefully) discreetly adjust myself.

“I…uh… well… I could… yeah… I’m free.”

“Good boy.” She said, removing her feet from my lap and slipping her shoes back on. “Meet me in the back car park in 20 minutes.”

As she leaves I quickly grab my phone and order another pint along with a double Southern Comfort with lime and lemonade. I stand up, whilst I wait, running my hands through my hair, walking in a circle and then sit back down, realising that I was catching the attention of a group of lads across the smoking area. I probably looked like a madman. I couldn’t help my thoughts from racing. It was like I had just responded to a command, not unlike a dog owner who says “Here, boy.” and is gifted with a meat snack. As usual though, I try to ignore those thoughts. I was going to enjoy this time with Valkyrie, no matter what this evening would entail.

20 minutes later I’m waiting in the back car park, my backpack slung across my shoulder. The drinks had done nothing but stir up more of anxiety and I couldn’t, stop, sweating. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. A car beeped and made me jump, I looked around the carpark and my eyes fell upon a black, beaten up hatchback, parked in the corner. A window opened and I caught that same flash of red.

“Over here, foot boy.” She calls, loud enough for only my ears to hear.

With a slightly trembling hand, I walk over to the passenger side and opened the door, dropping weakly into the seat, my bag getting caught in the gap between the door and the interior. I struggled for a few seconds, pulling the bag inside until the door finally slammed close. I sit there, pulse racing, awkwardly holding my bag.

“Put that down and take my shoes off?” She asks calmly but firmly.

I glance at her, wide eyed and startled but she was watching the windscreen, paying no attention to my evident shock. She wanted me to… what?

You’ve got me hooked there

 

[SpicyBean99]

You’ve got me hooked there

The fact you actually took the time to read and enjoy?

Huge brownie points for youuuu

 

[peekingone]

I’m not sure that I have any foot lovers here on this thread so this might go down like a sack of BUT, I did a commissioned piece of writing for a friend of mine who has a foot and giantess fetish… this is a VERY short exert from the beginning. It’s interesting, I’m used to writing quite crude pieces, very explicit and usually involving two or more wet, excited body parts… it’s a challenge to not do so even when talking about feet….but anyway… I know I get a few DMs and thread messages telling me you love reading my little “shorts” as it were!


If it’s crap and you don’t want to hear these kinds of stories don’t be afraid to let me know!

The redhead had looked over at me with piercing green, kohl-lined eyes and caught the trajectory of my stare. Embarrassed, I coughed and grabbed my phone to begin furiously scrolling through any old random app. She had finished smoking and made a show of using the ashtray on my table to put out the cigarette, winking at me on her way out. That first wink, the first of 22, had been five torturous months ago. Valkyrie and her feet had become almost an obsession.

The first beer I order tonight comes in record time. 4 minutes to be exact, I’d checked the time. Just as I was about to relax back in my seat and begin the beer and doomscrolling session, the scent of cedar wood, cookie and vanilla fills my nose as a flash of red, and the click of a heel distracts me from my drink.

“Got a lighter?” The flash of red asks, sliding into the seat across from me, shock and anxiety filling every crevice of my mind as I realise very quickly, who it is. I fumble it out of my pocket and pass it across the table. She leans in, lights up, and blows a slow stream of smoke right at me, her green eyes never leaving mine.

I cough slightly, leaning to the side. The redhead ignores it.

“Thankyou,” she says, lips quirking. “You always sit out here, don’t you?” Her head cocks to the side, as if she’s analysing me, eyes flicking from one eye to the other and back down my body.

I pause, wondering if this was a rhetorical question. She knew I always sat here, I mean, she wasn’t making eye contact and removing her shoes for anyone but me? Was she? What about the winks? The subtle touches of my arm as she delivered me a beer?

I swallow hard, unsure if my voice would betray me…betray my anxiety. “Yeah. Hah. Creature of habit, I guess.”

“Or maybe you just like the view,” she says, winking, and crossing one leg over the other, dangling her heel lazily from her toe. The motion makes my stomach twist and I do my best to not be caught staring again. She catches the flicker of my gaze and smirks, openly enjoying it.

“I… uh…” I start, but she cuts me off.

“I’m Valkyrie by the way. And you are-?”

I blink at her, blushing, a bead of sweat beginning to form on my brow. My brain feels blank, completely useless.

“Your name is…?” she presses, tilting her head again, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oh, shit - yeah, sorry, I must’ve been miles away. I’m James.”

“James,” she repeats, tasting the name on her tongue as if she was figuring out the taste. She leans back in her chair, uncrosses her legs, and lets one heel slip just enough that her foot almost brushes my knee beneath the table. “James…are you doing anything this evening?”

The question catches me off guard, apparently this was going to be a common theme where Valkyrie was involved. I sit up, and take a sip of my beer.

“Well I was planning on sitting here and having a few more of these before heading to Meat and Stacks for a kebab.”

What the FUCK James? Why the fuck did you say that. You could have said anything BUT that.

Fuck.

I take another sip of beer. Attempting to ignore the anxious impending doom that always set in when I said the wrong fucking thing. I mentally headpalm myself.

Valkyrie stares at me in silence for a few seconds, before kicking both of her shoes off entirely and placing her feet gently on my lap.

“Maybe you should reconsider.”

Her feet readjust on my lap.

“Are you sure you’re not free tonight?”

Her toes curl and rub against each other on my thigh, the smell of sweat, mixed with warm leather fills my nose.

Instinctively I breathe in, deeply. That smell is like a drug to me. Heat surges through my body, straight to my groin and I feel my cock twitch under my trousers.

I cough, choking on my own spit. Using a hand to (hopefully) discreetly adjust myself.

“I…uh… well… I could… yeah… I’m free.”

“Good boy.” She said, removing her feet from my lap and slipping her shoes back on. “Meet me in the back car park in 20 minutes.”

As she leaves I quickly grab my phone and order another pint along with a double Southern Comfort with lime and lemonade. I stand up, whilst I wait, running my hands through my hair, walking in a circle and then sit back down, realising that I was catching the attention of a group of lads across the smoking area. I probably looked like a madman. I couldn’t help my thoughts from racing. It was like I had just responded to a command, not unlike a dog owner who says “Here, boy.” and is gifted with a meat snack. As usual though, I try to ignore those thoughts. I was going to enjoy this time with Valkyrie, no matter what this evening would entail.

20 minutes later I’m waiting in the back car park, my backpack slung across my shoulder. The drinks had done nothing but stir up more of anxiety and I couldn’t, stop, sweating. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. A car beeped and made me jump, I looked around the carpark and my eyes fell upon a black, beaten up hatchback, parked in the corner. A window opened and I caught that same flash of red.

“Over here, foot boy.” She calls, loud enough for only my ears to hear.

With a slightly trembling hand, I walk over to the passenger side and opened the door, dropping weakly into the seat, my bag getting caught in the gap between the door and the interior. I struggled for a few seconds, pulling the bag inside until the door finally slammed close. I sit there, pulse racing, awkwardly holding my bag.

“Put that down and take my shoes off?” She asks calmly but firmly.

I glance at her, wide eyed and startled but she was watching the windscreen, paying no attention to my evident shock. She wanted me to… what?

I just love reading erotic stories. I put myself in the moment for sure. Well done

 

[BigT2195]

The fact you actually took the time to read and enjoy?

Huge brownie points for youuuu

I’m a total sucker for feet…pun not intended but it fits as well as that I’m also a sucker for a hot piece of erotic writing, which might I add was written beautifully!

Being addicted to you, I couldn’t not

 

[Fred6969]

Hello newbie

I’m so sorry the seeming lack of nipples… there have in fact, been plenty of nipples posted over the thread at various different times… but alas, you’ve only just joined so I guess I could give you a special gift….

Thankyou for enjoying what you’ve seen so far!

I take lots of pictures most days to keep the thread as fresh as possible! Whether that’s mini stories, audios (which you can find somewhere in the last 20 pages or so), videos and fun, naughty conversations!

I LOVE chatting and getting to know everyone as much as I love showing off my nipples and sexiest pictures so… I’m sure along the way you’ll see much more!

But for now….

Nipples.


https://postimg.cc/mzRCgp20

Every time I see them, it's like the first time all over again...

 

[SpicyBean99]

I just love reading erotic stories. I put myself in the moment for sure. Well done

Favourite erotic story you ever read?



What do you tend to “reach” for?

I have read on quite a few threads that many men here struggle to reach an orgasm when reading but enjoy reading to edge? I would love love loveeee to write something good enough to change that…. I’m wondering what that story would have to entail for it to garner my wanted reaction?

 

[Japansurfer]

Damn this is a challenge. I need to go from my extreme frowned upon genre to a realistic on!!! I love the first experiences, learning how to touch feel, taste teaching a first timer how to enjoy the luxury of sex

 

[NoObjection]

I’m not near my tea collection currently, but it’s expansive …and then two people bought me a tea advent calendar! So it got silly.

There’s an amazing high end tea importer near me and you can pay crazy money if you care. But after a certain point the difference is lost on me

I don’t know Jasmine, can you introduce me to her?

 

[ShaneoD]

I think if I show mine… Kit should show us hers and then you can decided which one you’d rather take. (This is just a sly way for me to see her strap on, duh…! )

Depending on your answer depends on who gets to fuck you and who gets to pleasure the other member

But then I love a threesome, especially FFM. Nothing better than making a guys leg shake alongside a woman’s

https://vlix.io/video/0b2aaeb1a7cee29acc91/

guess what I'm wearing…

why would anyone see it? Its just going to be in his ass!

It really is like the bat signal lol hellooooooo

I left for an hour and this magical threesome seems to have appeared from nowhere I can't be the only guy who'd like to watch but probably wouldn't like to have a moment that would make me think of a certain song from the original Top Gun

 

[peekingone]

Favourite erotic story you ever read?



What do you tend to “reach” for?

I have read on quite a few threads that many men here struggle to reach an orgasm when reading but enjoy reading to edge? I would love love loveeee to write something good enough to change that…. I’m wondering what that story would have to entail for it to garner my wanted reaction?

A one time favorite is super tough to answer. I feel if it is well written and for me something that is attainable it makes it much more arousing. Then I can place myself in that story while reading it. If that makes sense?

I really enjoy deep love making with details. Whether it be FF or MF. The meeting, the build up and then the overall finish into tremendous orgasms. The more real it is for me the more arousing it will be to where I can then get the finished reaction you are talking about.

 

[SpicyBean99]

Damn this is a challenge. I need to go from my extreme frowned upon genre to a realistic on!!! I love the first experiences, learning how to touch feel, taste teaching a first timer how to enjoy the luxury of sex

The thing is here making a realistic story of a deflowering without making it feel too “innocent”. I got into trouble writing one of my stories which entails two 19 year old twins with slight bodies engaging in a night of fun with a depraved and horny 30 year old…I forgot that some people ONLY read too deeply into things…

I’m going to have a think about your idea though… and see if I can rustle something up!

 

[SpicyBean99]

I don’t know Jasmine, can you introduce me to her?

This literally screamed “ dad joke “ at me

 

[joclfc]

How about Opeth, Bolt Thrower, Bæst, Hail of bullets

Maiden, DC, Sabbath, the classics

 

[SpicyBean99]

I left for an hour and this magical threesome seems to have appeared from nowhere I can't be the only guy who'd like to watch but probably wouldn't like to have a moment that would make me think of a certain song from the original Top Gun

Things tend to move rather quickly here it can be hard even for me to keep up

It would most likely not ever be a threesome, as I’m selfish. I’d want all her to myself.

Although selfish, I’m the opposite of a selfish lover

I’m soooo intrigued by the strap on I want to seeee it (I think it’s sexy to share sex toys…) unless she (@LilKitKat) is unsure of sharing a pic with us

 

[ShaneoD]

Things tend to move rather quickly here it can be hard even for me to keep up

It would most likely not ever be a threesome, as I’m selfish. I’d want all her to myself.

Although selfish, I’m the opposite of a selfish lover

I’m soooo intrigued by the strap on I want to seeee it (I think it’s sexy to share sex toys…) unless she (@LilKitKat) is unsure of sharing a pic with us

I almost asked a stupid question but based on you having bought the "hardware" I'm guessing that you might prefer wearing one rather than being on the receiving end?

 

[NoObjection]

9?

Did you skip maths class?

It’s technically 11… I think…

Wait I might be totally wrong I need to check again…

Nope …. Definitely 11.

I licked and sucked on every nipple I could see.
Two are hidden therefore can’t be counted. You know we count with our tongue and lips.
So nine is my final answer.
Although I wish I could count all twelve. My mouth is watering and hoping for a full dozen to suck and arouse you.
And of course I would love to count your lips.