I sit at my desk, trying to work but I cannot stop thinking about what is planned for tomorrow. My pussy lips are wet and swollen and I am making a puddle in my chair. Can women get blue balls? I have booked a hotel room and plan on splitting the cost of it with Bill and Barbie. We decided that we wanted a Fuck Fest. Two double beds, two willing husbands and plenty of single men to fuck for hours and hours. I am so excited to find an intelligent female friend who loves sex as much as I do!...

All through dinner ♀ did things to ramp up the sexual tension. I had just finished hanging up coats and when I closed the closet door she was at the end of the hall with her skirt up showing me she wasn’t wearing panties. While I was smashing the potatoes, she wiped a wet finger through my moustache so all I could smell was her pussy. She pushed me up against the counter and necked with me passionately then told me to take a glass of wine out to my mother. She tweaked my nipples then told me to take a beer out to her brother. She stood behind me while I tried to carve the turkey and ran her hands all over me sending chills through me and making my cock ache. Every time she had a chance to touch me she did and every time I looked her nipples were standing out through her top and bra just begging to be sucked. It was exquisite torture...

My roommate and her boyfriend were having sex in our dorm room and I woke up to it. I always thought they were both pretty attractive. I'm not bi, but she's definitely a hot girl. He was just as good looking and I actually did have a thing for him. We had beds just across the room from each other. I turned over and started watching them and started masturbating. He was fucking her from behind. After a few minutes, she looked over and saw me watching them and I guess she could tell I was masturbating. She asked "want to join?". I was shocked and I think her boyfriend was too. I stopped masturbating, but didn't say anything. She said "come over here and suck his cock". I was so incredibly hot at this point. Just the thought of it was getting me wet. I went over and did it. I pushed his hard body out of her, grabbed his big cock and sucked it. It was soaked with my roommate's pussy juice...

Laying down across your bed wishing you’d cave and get an a/c, I have an epiphany. You like it hot and sweaty, sticky and musky so that as soon as I enter your room I have to take off all my clothes. You love the fact that I crawl across your bed on my hands and knees begging for you to turn the fan on. I know you’ll give in because you like to see the tiny beads of sweat disappear knowing you’re going to bring them back again. Sometimes it starts off with a foot rub, other times it’s a kiss on the small of my back But today I can tell you’re in a fun mood, maybe it’ll be handcuffs or a blindfold...

We’d just gotten to our hotel room. Usually my Master has me unpack first, but this time He was on me right away. He pulled me down onto the bed, across His lap, and started spanking me. In between spanks, He’d order me to apologize for my mistake, for my inattention, and i’d try my best to do that. But this was a very hard spanking, with no warning, no build up, and it hurt.

It hurt a lot. It hurt so much that even though i needed that punishment so very much, i couldn’t help but fight back a little, squirming away even as i tried to hold myself in place, my Master hauling me back whenever i got out of the position He wanted me in.

After my ass was thoroughly beaten, He flipped me over onto my front and started spanking my cunt. And i tried, i really did, to keep my legs spread, as He ordered me to do. But i couldn’t. He pushed my legs apart and gave me a few hard smacks, and then flipped me back over and began on my ass again...

I was washing my hands at the end of the day as you leaned over me to put some paintbrushes in a pot on the windowsill. I’m not sure who made the first move, perhaps we both did, but suddenly we were kissing, my hands still under the running water as our lips pressed together, your tongue leading mine in a dance, your hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to you. We both had our eyes open, your face blurred in front of me as we kissed intensely, I moved my hands from under the water to grab the back of your neck. You shivered as the water ran down the back of your shirt, but you didn’t pull away...

On the way home, Dave following, I wondered what I had
gotten into. When Dave entered the house I was at the
bar fixing a drink. From behind Dave slide his hands
inside the sides of my dress and cupped my breast. I
leaned back and he kissed me. Oh so nice, I melted as I
felt his cock growing again against my ass. The phone
rang.

I went to the living room and sat on the couch to
answer the phone. It was 1 AM. "Hi baby," It was Ed and
my heart went crazy hearing his voice. "Oh Hi," I said.

"Have fun?" Ed asked.

I could hear the expectation in his voice. "Yes!" I
said. "I have a gorgeous man here beside me right now."
Dave was right there and his hands were very busy. One
cupped my crotch and the other was busy trying to untie
my neck straps. "We just got home."

"OH!" Ed said. "Gonna get laid?"

"I don't know," I said as Dave put my hand on his now
bare cock. Dave asked if it was Ed and I shook my head
yes...

Sometimes I miss you although I know I’m not supposed to…

I miss how you would hold me.

I miss looking down at you as you kiss my shoulder.

I miss knowing all those spots that would make you hot.

I miss the feeling of trailing my fingernails down the nape of your neck.

I miss the way you would tease.

I miss the sound of you whispering, your lips slightly grazing my ear as you ask me if I like how it feels.

I miss your mouth on me.

I miss you nibbling on my inner thigh slowly moving upward...

The warmth of his flat palm smoothing over my thighs and belly. The tips of his fingers grazing against my smooth labia. His thumb pressing gently against my perineum threateningly close to my ass. A well placed tender kiss on the underside of my breast. Or, maybe it was his gaze on my spread pussy. I am not sure which act or touch let my mind stop, but gradually all of the day's worries began to slip away...

One day, I went over to Dave's to meet up with the guys. No one appeared to be at home so I went around back off the alley where Dave's dad had put up a basketball net at the end of a concrete area.

Helen was tied to the steel post that supported the basketball net and she was blindfolded.

I was stunned. I knew Dave got real tired of Helen bugging him, and, I had heard him threaten to tie her up and leave her, but, in a million years, I never expected him to do it.

Seeing Helen like that made me hard as a rock. I could never remember my erection being that big or that hard, even when I lost my virginity to Susy Martin after a football game. My heart was pounding as I slowly walked towards her. I could tell she could not see.

She was dressed in a white, long sleeved, cotton, blouse and plaid loose skirt with athletic shoes and no socks. He had pulled her arms behind her and tied her wrists together around the pole. As always, she was beautiful and sexy, even more so that she was helpless, her breasts pushed hard against the thin material of her blouse, her clothes in disarray from her struggling against her bondage, her hair damp with sweat and sticking to her beautiful face. ..

At first we were just snuggling, then he pulled out the whip and began to playfully whip my bottom and nipples while I alternated between squealing and giggling. After a bit, I was feeling all warm and tingly from the sting. That particular whip is wide at the base but tapers down to a stingy tip so it gives different sensations depending on which part of it lands where. One of the most intense sensations occurs when the tip of the whip lands directly on my nipple. Oh my! That’s a tingle that lasts and lasts. It also makes me squeal really loud which Dan likes for some reason.

All that whippy fun led to some very good sex. Yum. I love lounging in the bed with my honey!

Now I’m doing a little baking and wondering what my Santa has for me in those pretty packages under the tree. I mentioned I might have to sneak a peek, to which Dan suggested if I must be looking for a good strapping. [A] good strapping might be fun…but I decided I want to wait until tomorrow for my presents after all. Hey, I can be good if I try...

I watch you sleep, I do that sometimes, it is sweet. You snuffle and shift and occasionally you mutter to yourself.

Tonight, you have half thrown the covers off, you are curled up, and your pretty arse is exposed to me. Your pose is childlike and unintentional and completely slutty, like you planned it this way, like you are smiling secretly to yourself at your own cleverness.

I sent you to bed with the crotchless stockings still on, I realise they are gone, somehow. I know you wouldn't have taken them off (did you take them off?! did you dare?!). I find out later that they have bunched up around your ankles, restraining you, and I wish that I had known that at the time when I was watching you, that you were tied up by the nylons and restrained that way...

The last relationship in which I was involved featured lots of kissing, and I had forgotten how fucking amazing a long make-out session can be. He was in the habit of keeping his eyes open while kissing and I would be surprised anew when I opened my eyes to find him intently watching me as I became lost in this simple sensuality. That alone was, now and again, enough to abruptly pull me into one of those sweetly subtle full body orgasms that catch me unexpectedly, and delightedly and leave me giddy and breathless, wondering if I really just came or if I imagined it. But it wasn’t ever imagined...

I had heard that Bluetooth was being used to send sexually related matter from phone to phone in the Tehran metro. This seems a highly innovative thing to do, since the metro is crowded with hundreds of people in peak hours, and males and females are mostly separated into separate train cars. Therefore sex messaging is as anonymous as one wants it to be. Given that everyone on the metro is constantly poking at their cellphones, one could never know who was the source of an erotic "sext." Solely in the name of science, one day I decided to turn on my Bluetooth and see what happened on my daily metro trip.

I don't think I had even given my phone a "male" name before I was solicited to "receive data" from a certain Maryam. I agreed, and downloaded a picture of a sparkly neon letter "M." Cute, I thought. Maybe this sexting talk was just another tall tale of ribald and Bacchanalian Tehrani youth. A few minutes later, though, some other solicitor asked permission to send a package. This time, it was a photoshopped picture of a buxom Iranian woman's face, in the passenger seat of an SUV, with her hejab still on, pouting her lips at the camera and superimposed text exclamating that I should call her for a good time. I do not think the number on the picture was the number of the phone that sent me the message; it was more likely the Iranian equivalent of the bathroom stall limerick above your ex-girlfriend's number scrawled with a pen knife.

This all seemed harmless enough. I put off science for a few weeks until I again became curious if it was that easy to get metro-sexted. In a rush hour train, with sack-hauling workaday types squeezing me into a cranny (the metro service has been worsening lately due to underfunding by the government), I turned my Bluetooth back on. Soon thereafter my phone was asking me if I wanted to download a hefty file. I agreed, and some four megabytes of data began to transfer into my phone from an unknown person on the Tehran Blue Line. After the crowd had thinned, I found a seat and decided to peek at my new sext. A very amateur video of a woman giving oral sex in an Iranian car backseat -- with audio -- began to play over my phone. Luckily the mullah next to me had got off at the previous stop...

And then one day about four years ago, while looking at porn online (oh yeah, I like to look at porn online), I stumbled across a website for basically interactive porn/hooking up, etc. I won't name which one here since I'm not getting paid for free advertisement, but I'm sure you're familiar. It started the way most of those things do... first it's "Well I'll just look, but I'll never chat" then it's "Well I'll chat, but I'll never take photos," which evolves to "Well I'll take photos, but I'd never cam, and I'd never, ever meet up in real life!" and the next thing you know you're naked hanging off of your bed, fucking yourself with a purple dildo in front of 1,500 viewers around the world, making arrangements to meet with that hot Greek guy you've been chatting with for months now. Ahem. Point being, a frog gets cooked in cold water, or however the saying goes. Social norms evolve. Real fast. Faster if you're a horny motherfucker...