Halloween parties exist for only one reason once you’re past trick or treat age - to dress up slutty and have as much fun as possible before morning dawns and normal life resumes. I’ve worn my fair share of slutty outfits - slutty nurse, slutty Wonder Woman, slutty Harley Quinn. They’re all variations on crazy short shirts and low cut tops. And they’ve all worked. But they all have the same problem - there’s almost always someone else dressed as the same thing. And even if they’re not the exact same thing they have the same things in common, so standing out of a crowd can be tricky. Sure you’ll pull eventually, but it can add extra time before you get to the fun. But I’ve solved it. Blowjob ghost. It’s very simple. Pale face, red lips, short black skirt, tight low cut black suspiciously stained vest and a sign around your neck that says ‘blowjob ghost’. Within the first five minutes at the party I had a guy ask me what a blowjob ghost was. Within another five minutes I was showing
“I love sucking cock,” Morgan told me, leaning forward over my desk, her pale tits almost spilling out of her black tank top. “I love feeling it pump into my mouth, and I love gagging on it. But eating pussy is even better. Especially if it’s a girl who’s never been eaten out by another girl—that’s the best.” “Be that as it may,” I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, trying to do anything I could to relieve some of the pressure my jeans were exerting on my rapidly hardening cock. “You still haven’t told me when you’ll finish editing your midterm paper.” Morgan sat back and pouted. “Seriously? All that and you’re still obsessed with my paper?” \~ Allow me to offer some context for this scene. In my first year out of graduate school, I was a Visiting Assistant Professor (or a VAP, if you will—how Dracula would pronounce WAP!) at a small liberal arts college. I was teaching three courses a semester, which was quite a bit of work, but here I w
Yeah fuck it, this story is about my husband. I’m good at giving head. I know my strengths and, in the same way I know I’m good at chess, I KNOW I give great head. In a world with so many unknowns, this I am sure of. Most men I’ve gone down on have said I’m the best they’ve had, and yes, they mean it. Why am I good at giving head? Practice. I inexplicably thought oral didn’t count when I was younger so I sucked my first boyfriend off A LOT. After that, it just became my favorite thing to do in bed. It’s fun to do something you’re good at. So when I met my husband he said this REALLY weird thing. When we were still in the heavy petting phase he said he didn’t like blowjobs. That’s cool, I get it. It’s not for everyone. However, when I finally pushed him on it, he said it felt kind of degrading. I try to be a good person, but I laughed in his face. “Dude, you don’t have to worry about that with me.” “Why?” He asked, genuinely confused. “First off, there is nothing degrad
I tend to be a private personn but I thought I’d give it a shot and share my story. I recently started my career in academia after completing my PhD. I’m now working at a large academic institution on the east coast as an adjunct professor. I’m in my late 30’s and have been married to since my mid 20’s. Moving across the country for my new job has put quite some strain on our relationship. I’ve been under a lot of stress with trying to familiarize myself with the new position, managing my teaching course load, and just everything in my personal life. I’ve had to teach courses as a TA during my doctorate studies, but being the actual prof entailed so much more stress. I was barely sleeping 4-5 hours each night prior to the start of the course just so I could make sure the materials I prepared were perfect and that I’d be ready for anything thrown at me. The course started without a hitch. Students were great in class, my PowerPoints had no issues, everything had gone accor
…but I’ll warn you now, there’s no sex. Still, I had to make a throwaway to get the whole experience off my chest. My daughter has a smoking hot friend from college—I’ll call her Alice. My daughter (“Sam”) goes to college close to home and has brought Alice to dinner a few times, so we’re on a friendly basis. And she is a total knockout. Beautiful face, slender build, dark-hair, long legs, an hourglass waist and an absolutely incredible set of big, perky tits—D-cups at least. She’s always friendly to me and of course I’m alway thrilled to see her, but I try to keep my cool and just be her friend’s dad. I mean, c’mon… she’s half my age. But still, when my daughter told me Alice was staying over last Saturday night so they could have a “pool day” on Sunday my mind began racing for excuses to be out back near the pool. I decided that would be a great day for me to organize the tool shed. (Hey, judge me if you want—this is a confession.) Until then I’d only seen Alice wearing jeans and c
I’m working from home today. Woke up at 9, logged on, pulled on a sports bra, t-shirt and thong before the 9.30 am stand up so I wouldn’t be naked on video. That ended and I went to get breakfast, and I ran into Brian - my flatmate. I assumed that I had the apartment to myself - hence my walking around half naked - but it turned out Brian was working from home too. Brian was just out of a six month long relationship with Kelly, and he was miserable. It was pretty much the first adult relationship he’d ever had and the breakup totally blindsided him. He’s been miserable for the last two weeks. Apparently he had woken up and lay in bed too late this morning, so he took an unscheduled work from home day. Brian and I used to fuck, but we stopped for obvious reasons while he was taken. So, he’s seen my ass on display plenty of times before, but not for a long time. Still, I didn’t think too much about it and stood there chatting brightly while my coffee brewed. I got th
Sharing a favorite random pervy memory of mine. This story is from a long time ago, I was out of school and staying at home to work to raise money for school. There wasnt much to do and a lot of my friends had gone off so I started getting really close to my friend Alyssa whod also done the same. We were 19, so all we did usually was go for walks to find places to smoke weed, drink, watch movies or just hang out. Alyssa looked like a typical rich white girl. Long flowy blonde hair, green eyes. A cute butt and breasts but always dressed modestly, usually just leggings and a sweater. Anyway. Were hanging out one day, late late at night, hanging out in a park a far off walk from her place. Wed go here because it has a bit of a back trail you can hang out in undisturbed, good place for a late night drink. So thats where we were. Just chatting, really. We were talking about embarrassing things that had happened to us. We got on to reminiscing about school and we started talking about how
I’m a lecturer at a college here in the west coast USA. This happened a couple weeks ago during the new semester. I was teaching this 8 AM seminar with a class size of about 20 students. It’s one of those where you end up recognizing everyone in the class. There was this male student who I was attracted to immediately. Athletic, muscular, tall, basically just fucking hot. He’s like maybe 20 years old. Obviously nothing happened for the first few classes. He had a habit of arriving to class late, so in the second week I had a chat with him about punctuality. I was surprised by how apologetic he was since he genuinely felt bad that he was being disruptive to the class by being late. He told me that he was having issues with his girlfriend, not sleeping much, so he had been struggling to wake up for 8 am class. In response to what he told me, I just blurted out that he was welcome to visit me during office hours so I could give him extra support for the class. Well guess what? The
Let me begin by saying this was a situation that never crossed my mind as ever becoming a reality. I am a mid 40s guy, I do stay in very good shape, but I have never been that guy that women want to hook up with without getting to know me. My game was always built on being funny and charming and certainly I never get there on looks alone. I had a lot of travel time today so wanted to capture this with as much detail while it is fresh on my memory. A recent business trip took me to the upper Midwest where one of my close friends’ daughter attends college. I have known this girl, let’s call her Savannah, since she was born. Her original dad took off when she was less than one years old and I played the role of Dad until her mom remarried (also to one of my other closest friends). To describe Savannah, she is a very bubbly, down to earth 23-year-old that dresses like a girly girl but acts more like a tomboy. She always talks to me about topics she did not want to bring up with her own pa
Gooner, according to the urbandictionary: "One who is completely and miserably addicted to porn but embraces and loves it" This is a true story, with some modified/omitted details for the sake of privacy. My name is "Michael" and this happened two years ago. I was 27 years old at the time, in a graduate program, and my routine consisted on going to the library to write my thesis. This is where I met a fellow classmate (same program, but different batch), who we shall name Michelle, then 24 years old, Asian. The last detail is important, as Michelle comes from a stereotypical traditional family, and I would have never expected us to become sexting partners. Me and Michelle usually studied at the same table, in front of each other. With time we exchanged some words, and then contacts. With summer approaching I decided to stay in campus to work on the last part of my thesis, while Michelle went back home. We then started chatting online, almost every day. I started to notice that Mich
I was in a local pub last night with a few friends, having a few drinks before going clubbing. There was an 18th birthday party in the pub, with plenty of banners, balloons. An 18 year old was surrounded by a small group of friends and family. He looked nerdy, but kinda cute. A bit chubby, glasses, baby faced. Other than the party and a couple of other scattered groups, the bar was relatively quiet. There's a long corridor out of the bar to the toilets in this pub. I found myself in there, walking just behind the birthday boy with no one else around. I decided to say Hi. "Happy Birthday" "Oh, thanks" he said glancing back. "Are you 18 today or celebrating a few days early?" "It was on Thursday, just having the party today." He explained. "Cool. Well, if you come into the disabled bathroom with me I'll give you a birthday present, if you like?" I told him with a grin. His eyes went wide and he took a second to process my offer. "OK" I opened the door for him, led him inside an
Last weekend I \[40F\] went on a 4 day trip with some coworkers that I had never met in person before. We all live in different parts of the country and meet remotely once a month to discuss topics related to the field we are in. We decided to have a meet up at a mountain lodge that was central to everyone. We'd spend a small part if it in meetings but mostly it was just so we could interact in person and relax. There was one woman in particular that I was really excited to meet, Jessica \[28F\] or Jess as we call her. We often spend our day sending funny emails back and forth and she generally seemed like a really sweet person. I follow her on insta and although she doesn't post anything racy she clearly has a nice body and I have admitted to my husband before how attracted I am to her. Outside of work we had texted quite a bit and I was happy to learn that she was into ladies as well as men. The conversation never went any further than that. Jess and I had decided to share a room
I didn’t get any more action last night after I sucked the birthday boys cock. I went clubbing with my friends, got wasted, and I had an fun night, but no more guys to have fun with. I woke up at 8 am this morning, naked, hungover and horny. I tried to sleep, but it wouldn’t come, so I started touching myself, edging, thinking about sucking that 18 year old cock, feeling the endorphins start to soothe my hangover. I decided to say hi and grabbed my phone, and sent him a text (the below conversation is paraphrased and abbreviated in spots) Me: Hey Matthew, It’s Becka, we met in the bar last night. How are you? Good night? I put down the phone expecting the usual 15 minutes at least before a guy responded, only for my phone to beep Him: Hey Becka! It was good. How was your night. Me: It was good, except I didn’t meet another nice gentleman all night, so I’m lying in bed now by myself, naked and hungover, touching myself and imagining your hard virgin cock in my wet cunt. Him: Wow
So about a year and a half ago my wife and I found out that we were expecting. We were both really excited and couldn’t wait. But as time went on it seemed as though my wife’s sex drive had almost completely depleted and I found myself at an all time high which for me was the worst possible scenario. So it got to a point where my wife suggested me finding someone to help me with my “problem” to which I laughed cause there’s no way I thought she was being serious and I didn’t bring it up again. Fast forward about 2 weeks later I found myself really turned on and wanting some alone time with my wife but again she was not in the mood which I totally understood but she again brought up the subject of finding someone. This time I didn’t brush it off and asked what she meant by that. I didn’t want to seem too interested since I felt like she was testing me but I also wanted to know what she meant and if she was serious. She explained that she would be ok with me finding someone for a o
Things between my boyfriend and I have been getting so good lately. He's been way more sexual with me, and initiating with me. The sex has been really good. Yesterday we were texting and things got really sexual. We were sexting a little bit and at one point I thought it would be fun to send him a naughty picture of me in the shower. Right after I sent it though he started replying really slowly. I knew he was hanging out with his friend so I figured they were doing something. I later found out that his friend saw the picture. He was sitting right next to my boyfriend when he opened it. He saw me completely naked. My boyfriend hid his phone right away, but his friend still saw me. Then it turns out he teased my bf about it, and actually got my bf to show him the picture again. He actually gave him the phone. So this whole time I was waiting for him to answer me, his friend was looking at my naked body. When he told me about it later I felt really violated and humiliated. But then I
Years ago, I got my first corporate job as an intern at a big insurance company. It wasn't anything special pretty much all paper work and boring time at my desk. The pay wasn't half bad, but I was eager to leave soon. A little about me, when I was 20 years old I was a whole lot perkier. Smaller waist and ass, but my breast never got the memo. I was a little too busty to hide, particularly in working clothes. I was fairly careful, but at some point I was tired of wearing the same old boring outfits. Also, I was pretty upset with the fact that body types would dictate what is or isn't allowed at work. Like the rules were a whole lot different for flat chested woman 😅 I knew I was handing in my resignation by the end of the week, so I would get a little wilder for my last few days. Unfortunately, I never got there... I came in on Monday with a white top, a little black skirt and purple heels. It was the first time I showed my stomach at work, but it felt fairly appropriate. The day w
Throwaway account for obvious reasons My ex really wanted kids and due to medical reasons I'm unable to have them. He didn't want to adopt. I thought this was fine and we could work through it but then he had an affair, we got divorced and now he has kids with her. The whole situation with my ex kind of fucked with me for a while. I'm in a much better place now, but it kind of wrecked my confidence with guys and so I haven't really dated for a couple years. I'm putting myself back out there, but I hadn't really had sex for a while there. I bring this up because I've acquired a bit of a collection of toys in that time. What can I say? A girl has needs. So I was playing with my toys, getting really into it, as you do, and I notice the neighbor's son looking through his window into mine and he 110% saw everything I was doing and was jerking off. I have a bit of an exhibitionist thing. In the past it was mainly just giving some good old road head to my ex, a remote control vibr
*Note: This is a long one. I think the context is important, but if you're eager to get to the sexy bits you can skip ahead to the section marked "The Night Of."* This one comes from a few years ago when I was nearing the end of my time in college. All through the end of high school and first few years of university, I had the same girlfriend. Ana and I were the super saccharine high-school sweethearts that you normally only see in movies. She was on the swim team, I was on the soccer team, and the two of us maintained genial relationships with almost everyone we interacted with in high school. “Popular” is a loaded term, so I won’t say that that’s what we were, but we were definitely well-liked. People were generally rooting for us to live happily-ever-after and we gave them every indication that we would. That facade persisted through our first couple years in college. I can’t exactly explain why I fell for Ana so hard in high school, but there was something about her that just fel
However, that wasn’t the last time the two of us fooled around. The next morning, we disentangled ourselves, showered up, and had breakfast together. She made some apple pancakes that were only marginally less mind-blowing than the sex. As we cuddled on the couch clutching mugs of coffee, I broached the question that I had been afraid to ask all morning. “So… what’s next? What are we now?” She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me quizzically. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” I felt my face growing red from embarrassment. “We… I guess…. we had sex… are we still friends?” She laughed, shaking her head slightly. “Do you still want to be friends?” “I mean, yeah, of course,” I replied, not sure how to interpret the question. “Okay, cool. Me too,” she replied pertly, and then her expression softened. “Listen, Greg, I think you’re great. Seriously. Last night was awesome, and I wouldn’t say no to seconds, but… I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be anything more than fr
My BF and I joined a mix soccer (football if anyone outside America reads this 😘) team last summer. We didn't really know the other players, but wanted to join the team together. I am pretty bad, but I'm trying to stay in shape. The team captain is a bitch named Tori. She's that girl that ''only has boys friends'' and hugs everyone she meets. She's always complaining and she wants to be the center of attention on and off the pitch. Physically, she has a pretty face, great bubble butt and literally no breast. She usually wears a sports bra, but she absolutely doesn't need it. You might ask, how do I know what kind of underwear she wears... because everybody does 😅. Every occasion she has, she undresses in front of everyone seeking attention. It does not matter what she's wearing under tiny thong, laced up panties, bralettes you name it, she'll find a way for everyone to see. She always says stuff like "I don't get why you guys are so timid and prude like are you that ashamed of you