It sounds different but the idea is that we are two single moms who are friends that get off to seeing guys perv on our girls. Please be creative!
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I’m looking for a fun, detailed RP where I play a petite girl on a boat trip with a group of (3-5) older guys. Think sunny day on the water, me in a cute little pink one-piece swimsuit. Pleas be creative. Let’s compare kinks and come up with something.
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Swimsuits have always been a huge turn-on for me. Especially a snug classic one-piece in soft pink—it hugs everything just right. The smooth fabric feels amazing, and when it gets wet it clings in the best ways.
Being petite means I get noticed, which secretly makes me so wet while I’m trying to look innocent at the pool or beach. That constant little friction… I’ve had to sneak away more than once.
Just felt I had to share.
I don’t know what it is but mutual slow masturbation with a friend in each others company can have a very wholesome feeling to it. I’m not sure why I have always felt that way but it just really seems like it does.
I remember that evening at the beach house, alone in the outdoor shower. I wore my favorite pink one-piece swimsuit—the smooth, stretchy fabric hugging my body tight, high-cut legs accentuating my curves.
Under the warm spray, I leaned against the wood, hand sliding over the wet material, rubbing my pussy through the clingy pink suit. It bunched and teased perfectly as I pressed and circled harder, the soaked fabric slick against me. I tugged the crotch aside just enough while keeping most of it on, fingers slipping in. The friction felt incredible. I came fast, shuddering hard with the water rinsing everything away.
What the title says. Maybe it could be a girl we do this on a regular basis with to help it flow easier? Let’s compare kinks and build a plot!
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Without a doubt, what has always been my favorite way to get off is wearing a swimsuit while I ride a pillow. The feeling of the smooth/soft material as I grind my hips has always been amazing and works like a charm!
It’s always been my favorite way to get off! It’s a lot of fun to straddle a pillow and slowly rock my hips for a bit. It especially feels good in soft panties or a swimsuit!
My grandfather walked in on me one time when I was riding a pillow. He didn’t try to embarrass me or make me feel bad for it. He actually was very understanding. It was a bit of an odd but kinda wholesome moment. It’s super hard to explain I guess. It was on a family trip to the beach where we all stayed in a big house… I know this doesn’t explain much, just wanted to post about it.
He walked in on me one time when I was riding a pillow. He didn’t try to embarrass me or make me feel bad for it. He actually was very understanding. It was a bit of an odd but kinda wholesome moment. It’s super hard to explain I guess. It was on a family trip to the beach where we all stayed in a big house… I know this doesn’t explain much, just wanted to post about it.
I’ve always loved riding my pillow. The feeling of grinding and humping against something soft yet firm just hits different, and it’s become one of my favorite ways to get off. What makes it even better is doing it in a swimsuit or my softest, smoothest panties—the way the thin, slick fabric slides against the pillowcase while I rock my hips back and forth drives me absolutely wild. The extra layer teases me perfectly, building that delicious friction until I can’t hold back anymore. It’s my little secret indulgence that never fails to leave me satisfied
This happened a while back on a family beach trip. After we all got back from the beach I was still buzzing from the sun and the water, so I went to my room, kept on the tight one-piece swimsuit I’d worn all day, and thought I locked the door. I pulled my thick pillow between my legs, got on all fours, and started grinding against it. The material felt so good rubbing through the swimsuit as I rocked my hips, rolling and pressing down with every movement. I got lost in it, breathing faster and letting little moans slip out while I humped the pillow harder.
I grabbed the headboard and kept riding it until the feeling built up and washed over me in a strong rush, leaving me shuddering and gasping. Right as I collapsed forward still twitching on the pillow, the door opened. Someone walked in and saw me like that—flushed and ass up in my one-piece swimsuit, clearly just finished riding my pillow. I froze, heart pounding, too shocked to move.
This happened a while back on a family beach trip. After we all got back from the beach I was still buzzing from the sun and the water, so I went to my room, kept on the tight one-piece swimsuit I’d worn all day, and thought I locked the door. I pulled my thick pillow between my legs, got on all fours, and started grinding against it. The material felt so good rubbing through the swimsuit as I rocked my hips, rolling and pressing down with every movement. I got lost in it, breathing faster and letting little moans slip out while I humped the pillow harder.
I grabbed the headboard and kept riding it until the feeling built up and washed over me in a strong rush, leaving me shuddering and gasping. Right as I collapsed forward still twitching on the pillow, the door opened. Someone walked in and saw me like that—flushed and ass up in my one-piece swimsuit, clearly just finished riding my pillow. I froze, heart pounding, too shocked to move.
I still die inside thinking about that beach trip that summer. We were all crashing at this house by the ocean, and after a long day in the sun I went up to the room in my pink one-piece while everyone else was still outside. I thought the door was locked. Grabbed a big pillow, straddled it, and started grinding because it felt good.
Then the door opened. The embarrassment hit like a truck — I wanted to disappear.
I still die inside thinking about that beach trip that summer. We were all crashing at this house by the ocean, and after a long day in the sun I went up to the room in my pink one-piece while everyone else was still outside. I thought the door was locked. Grabbed a big pillow, straddled it, and started grinding because it felt good.
Then the door opened. The embarrassment hit like a truck — I wanted to disappear.