u/Background-Cap-4699

I was looking through old photos and found one from my 18th birthday, and it unlocked a memory I need to share with you all. Because this? This is the moment everything changed. I'd just moved into my own place. Freshly legal, freshly independent, feeling myself. And for whatever reason, I decided that week to shave completely for the first time. I'd always trimmed before, but never bare. I didn't know. I had no idea what I was doing to myself. I remember standing in front of the mirror after, touching this new smoothness, and then putting on underwear. Just regular cotton underwear. And I nearly fell over. The sensation was overwhelming every nerve ending suddenly exposed, no barrier between me and the fabric. I took one step and felt it. Another step, and I felt it more. I made it maybe twenty minutes before I was back in my room, hand between my legs, discovering what my body could actually feel like. I spent that entire weekend in bed. Didn't leave, didn't eat properly, just touched myself over and over in this new, desperate way I'd never experienced before. I was obsessed with how sensitive I'd become, how every movement made me aware of my own arousal. That was the weekend I learned I could come three, four, five times in a row and still want more. That was when I started keeping toys in every room "just in case." That was when I stopped wearing pants at home entirely because the friction was too distracting. I'm 23 now. Five years of this. I still shave bare can't go back, wouldn't want to but I've learned to manage it. Mostly. I still take longer bathroom breaks than I should. I still have days where I cancel plans because I started touching myself and couldn't stop. But sometimes I think about that 18 year old girl, discovering her own sensitivity for the first time, and I envy her. That first hit of realizing how good you can make yourself feel? Nothing compares. Sometimes I still edge myself stupid and pretend I'm her again brand new, overwhelmed, unable to think about anything except the next orgasm.

I was looking through old photos and found one from my 18th birthday, and it unlocked a memory I need to share with you all. Because this? This is the moment everything changed. I'd just moved into my own place. Freshly legal, freshly independent, feeling myself. And for whatever reason, I decided that week to shave completely for the first time. I'd always trimmed before, but never bare. I didn't know. I had no idea what I was doing to myself. I remember standing in front of the mirror after, touching this new smoothness, and then putting on underwear. Just regular cotton underwear. And I nearly fell over. The sensation was overwhelming every nerve ending suddenly exposed, no barrier between me and the fabric. I took one step and felt it. Another step, and I felt it more. I made it maybe twenty minutes before I was back in my room, hand between my legs, discovering what my body could actually feel like. I spent that entire weekend in bed. Didn't leave, didn't eat properly, just touched myself over and over in this new, desperate way I'd never experienced before. I was obsessed with how sensitive I'd become, how every movement made me aware of my own arousal. That was the weekend I learned I could come three, four, five times in a row and still want more. That was when I started keeping toys in every room "just in case." That was when I stopped wearing pants at home entirely because the friction was too distracting. I'm 23 now. Five years of this. I still shave bare can't go back, wouldn't want to but I've learned to manage it. Mostly. I still take longer bathroom breaks than I should. I still have days where I cancel plans because I started touching myself and couldn't stop. But sometimes I think about that 18 year old girl, discovering her own sensitivity for the first time, and I envy her. That first hit of realizing how good you can make yourself feel? Nothing compares. Sometimes I still edge myself stupid and pretend I'm her again brand new, overwhelmed, unable to think about anything except the next orgasm.

So a backstory I’m 23yo in a college and I started staying with my roommate(25f) about six months ago And Yhh she’s bi-sexual and I’m straight

So skipp to the good part… I was supposed to be getting ready for dinner. Twenty minutes, I told her just need to shower and freshen up. But the hot water hitting my skin had other plans.

I’d been keyed up all day. Tight jeans, crowded bus, the hum of a stranger’s voice too close to my ear on the ride home. By the time I stepped out of the shower, my body was already thrumming. The towel felt too rough, too present against my sensitive skin. I told myself I’d be quick. Just take the edge off.

I locked the door or I thought I did. The latch didn’t quite catch, but I didn’t notice. I was already leaning against the sink, one foot propped on the closed toilet seat, fingers sliding through wetness I hadn’t fully acknowledged until that moment.

I was lost in it. Head dropped back, breath shallow, circling my clit with the exact pressure I knew would build fast. I could feel the orgasm gathering, that tight spiral in my lower belly, and I chased it greedily. My hips rolled against my hand. I was close so close when the door swung open.

She stood there, frozen, her hand still on the knob. My roommate. The one I’d been quietly crushing on for six months but never had the courage to admit it to. The one who walked around in tank tops that showed her collarbones and made me stupid.

Our eyes locked. I should have stopped. I should have covered myself, apologized, died of embarrassment. But my body was on autopilot, and my fingers didn’t stop moving. I was too far gone. I watched her watch me, watched her gaze drop to where my hand was working furiously between my thighs, and I came hard, sudden, my knees buckling as I gasped her name without meaning to.

The silence after was suffocating. I finally pulled my hand away, shaking, unable to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “The door I thought

She stepped inside. Closed the door behind her. The lock clicked, loud in the small room. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said, and her voice was lower than I’d ever heard it. Thicker.

I looked up. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils blown wide. She wasn’t looking at my face anymore. She was staring at my thighs, at the glistening evidence of what she’d just witnessed, and I watched her swallow hard.

“I’ve been listening to you,” she admitted, stepping closer. “Every night. Through the wall. I know exactly what you sound like when you’re close.” My mouth went dry. “You And I’ve been wanting to do this since the day you moved in.” She was right in front of me now, crowding me against the sink.

Her hand reached out, tentative, and wrapped around my wrist the one that had just been between my legs. She brought my fingers to her nose, inhaling, and my whole body flushed with heat.

“You smell incredible,” she murmured. Then she sucked my fingers into her mouth, one by one, cleaning them with her tongue, and I felt my legs go weak all over again. She pulled back, grinning at whatever expression was on my face shock, lust, desperation.

So here’s what’s going to happen, she said, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “You’re going to finish what you started. And I’m going to watch. And then, when you’re done shaking, I’m going to take you to your bed and find out exactly how many times I can make you say my name before morning.

She stepped back, crossed her arms, and nodded at my hand still hovering near my thigh, still trembling.

“Go on,” she said softly. “Show me how you like it. I want to learn every single thing that makes you fall apart.” I didn’t need to be told twice.

So a backstory I’m 23yo in college and I started staying with my current roommate(25f) about six months ago for some reasons And Yhh she’s bi-sexual and I’m straight

So skipp to the good part… I was supposed to be getting ready for dinner. Twenty minutes, I told her just need to shower and freshen up. But the hot water hitting my skin had other plans.

I’d been keyed up all day. Tight jeans, crowded bus, the hum of a stranger’s voice too close to my ear on the ride home. By the time I stepped out of the shower, my body was already thrumming. The towel felt too rough, too present against my sensitive skin. I told myself I’d be quick. Just take the edge off.

I locked the door or I thought I did. The latch didn’t quite catch, but I didn’t notice. I was already leaning against the sink, one foot propped on the closed toilet seat, fingers sliding through wetness I hadn’t fully acknowledged until that moment.

I was lost in it. Head dropped back, breath shallow, circling my clit with the exact pressure I knew would build fast. I could feel the orgasm gathering, that tight spiral in my lower belly, and I chased it greedily. My hips rolled against my hand. I was close so close when the door swung open.

She stood there, frozen, her hand still on the knob. My roommate. The one I’d been quietly crushing on for six months but never had the courage to admit it to. The one who walked around in tank tops that showed her collarbones and made me stupid.

Our eyes locked. I should have stopped. I should have covered myself, apologized, died of embarrassment. But my body was on autopilot, and my fingers didn’t stop moving. I was too far gone. I watched her watch me, watched her gaze drop to where my hand was working furiously between my thighs, and I came hard, sudden, my knees buckling as I gasped her name without meaning to.

The silence after was suffocating. I finally pulled my hand away, shaking, unable to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “The door I thought

She stepped inside. Closed the door behind her. The lock clicked, loud in the small room. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said, and her voice was lower than I’d ever heard it. Thicker.

I looked up. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils blown wide. She wasn’t looking at my face anymore. She was staring at my thighs, at the glistening evidence of what she’d just witnessed, and I watched her swallow hard.

“I’ve been listening to you,” she admitted, stepping closer. “Every night. Through the wall. I know exactly what you sound like when you’re close.” My mouth went dry. “You And I’ve been wanting to do this since the day you moved in.” She was right in front of me now, crowding me against the sink.

Her hand reached out, tentative, and wrapped around my wrist the one that had just been between my legs. She brought my fingers to her nose, inhaling, and my whole body flushed with heat.

“You smell incredible,” she murmured. Then she sucked my fingers into her mouth, one by one, cleaning them with her tongue, and I felt my legs go weak all over again. She pulled back, grinning at whatever expression was on my face shock, lust, desperation.

So here’s what’s going to happen, she said, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “You’re going to finish what you started. And I’m going to watch. And then, when you’re done shaking, I’m going to take you to your bed and find out exactly how many times I can make you say my name before morning.

She stepped back, crossed her arms, and nodded at my hand still hovering near my thigh, still trembling.

“Go on,” she said softly. “Show me how you like it. I want to learn every single thing that makes you fall apart.” I didn’t need to be told twice.

I live for the specific instructions spread wide, rub slow at first, then faster until I'm literally begging for it. It hits that perfect spot of feeling owned and completely submissive. There's nothing like that rush of doing exactly what I'm told, especially imagining his reaction while he's watching or picturing his big cock throbbing for me. Last night was intense, i had to watch a video of a guy telling a girl what to do I practically followed everything and he owned me. He ordered, "Finger your pussy now, slut" and I didn't hesitate I spread wide, slid two fingers in deep, and pumped them while he stroked his huge dick. He made me edge myself, no cumming yet, and I was such a good sub whining and touching exactly how he wanted. I ended up shaking and crying from the overwhelming need until I finally let go.

I want to send some pictures and be rated. I have a kink for showing my naked body to strangers on the internet. If you want to rate me, you have to actually rate me, you can’t just talk about what you would do to my body and ask me if I want to see your dick.

i’m home alone for the first time in like 6 years now lol , I got lights off, door locked, phone propped up so i can read all your comments while i play. i have my favorite wand on the lowest setting, pressed right against my clit over my panties (they’re already completely soaked).

every time someone comments or upvotes i turn it up one notch… i’m already on level 6 and shaking so bad i can barely type. my legs keep trying to close but i’m forcing them open because i know you’re all reading this right now.

i’m trying so hard not to moan out loud, biting my pillow while my whole body is trembling. i still have my college hoodie on and nothing else… god i’m so close but i promised myself i won’t cum until i answer every single question you ask.

so go ahead… ask me anything. i’m literally edging on my clit right now..

(i'm also trying to createee a group for horny people)

Horny girl wanna sext with horny guys open minded only let’s have some naughty fun and nudes for nudes

My boyfriend and I usually keep things pretty vanilla, but we’ve always talked about trying a threesome. Last weekend we finally went for it we went to a party, got high, and I wore this super sexy little dress that barely covered anything. The guys were staring at me all night, and honestly, it turned me on so much to see how much they wanted me. We ended up at a quiet corner of the house with this really nice guy we met. I was feeling super horny and bold, so I started dancing for both of them, grinding on my boyfriend while I teased the new guy. I was wearing a thong and my dress was pulled up so high, and my boyfriend had my boobs out for him to see. I could tell they were both turned on. Eventually, I whispered to my boyfriend, “Can I suck him off while you watch?” I was dying to show him how much of a slut I could be. When I asked the guy, he didn’t hesitate. So I dropped to my knees right there in front of him. I grabbed his dick and started sucking him, keeping my eyes on my boyfriend the whole time. I took him deep, making my mouth really sloppy and wet. My boyfriend stood there watching, looking totally into it. He even reached down and helped hold my hair back so I could take him all the way down my throat. He watched every second as I went faster and rougher, loving how much I loved servicing him. It didn't take long before the guy started shaking and groaning. As he came in my mouth, I swallowed every drop, listening to him moan as I gulped it down. My boyfriend was so turned on watching me do that.

My ex now tho. It was online on a video call At that time we have been away from each other for months and on a random day he decided to try something I love, edging while I watch He told me he wasn't going to let himself finish until I say so, and the look on his face as he fought to stay on the edge was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He was breathing heavy, his chest heaving, and his hand was moving slowly over his cock, but every time he got close, he’d stop completely. He would grit his teeth, squeeze the base, and wait until his body calmed down just a little. I was getting so wet just watching him struggle to hold back. I could see the precum glistening on the tip and I just wanted to taste it. Seeing him so desperate and denying himself was driving me crazy. I got so turned on that my panties were soaking wet instantly. I couldn't just sit there and watch; I had to touch myself. I slipped my hand down my pants and started rubbing my clit furiously, matching his rhythm. I was moaning loud, telling him how hot he looked, and that made him lose control for a second and that made him explode so much he came hard and fast. But the best part was that even after he came, I was still so turned on that I started edging myself right along with him, trying to make myself cum as hard as he did.