u/FeeEarly2575

Do any of you like keeping dried shit on your skin? How does it feel?

I’ve done a quick rough calculation and I realise that in two years’ time (I’m 23) I’ll have completed my first full year of masturbation by adding up all the hours I’ve spent masturbating since my very first time (and not counting all the time spent having sex). I find it beautiful and exciting to think of a whole year spent masturbating.

Anyway, this was just a post to share that thought.

So my question is: what’s it like to pee or to have someone pee in your pussy? I’d like to hear from both women and men. I regularly practise watersports, but always on myself or in my mouth, and I haven’t dared to try it in my pussy yet, but I’m really tempted and my partner could be tempted to. Thanks for your feedback!

I couldn’t find a specific sub to discuss watersports (there's only content sharing subs), so I’m asking here: what’s it like to pee or have someone pee in your pussy? I’d like to hear from both women and men. I regularly practise watersports, but always on myself or in my mouth, and I haven’t dared to try it in my pussy yet, but I’m really tempted. Thanks for your feedback!

I'M NOT LOOKING FOR ANYONE. I'M JUST SHARING A FANTASY

Edit : actually The term ‘flat-sharing with the same mistress’ would be more appropriate for my fantasy.

Sometimes I dream of having a ‘harem’; I’m not sure if there’s another term for it when the genders are reversed. It would be like a flat share, with me and, say, three guys who’d be at my disposal 24/7. I’m hypersexual and a single man could never fully satisfy me, so that would be the ideal solution. Has any of you ever been in a similar situation?

So i'm only into soft play myself but i've already been a feeder for someone and it took him like 1 hour to entirely eat my shit. So i wonder what do you think about during all this time? Are you in a kind of trance? Do you have fantaisies running through your head? Or do you think about random things like your shopping list? I know it's a very specific question but i'm curious

Are some of you engaged in a free use relationship? How does it work? Have you set any limits?

For those who are/were into free use lifestyle with someone, can someone who is free use initiate sex too? Or are they always just the passive partner?

I'M NOT LOOKING FOR SOMEONE. I ONLY WANT EXPERIENCES FEEDBACKS

Hello so i'm hypersexual and cum addict and my dream would be to have a good boy who could cum a lot for me. Like at 5-6 times a day every day. A good boy who could feed his mommy. I'm absolutely not into cages and chastity. Does this kind of relationship exist? Have you ever had this kind of experience, either as a sub or as a dom? What was it like?

Does anyone else wonder about that?

I'M NOT LOOKING FOR ONLINE. MESSAGE ME ONLY IF YOU'RE FROM FRANCE

Message me in French if you're French.
I live in Rennes. Better if you live in Rennes too or if you're able to move several times a week.

I'm hypersexual, which means I have intense needs (several times a day, every day). I'm looking for a sub I can take care of and who will get all the attention he needs. In exchange, I need him to be an obedient sex toy who can satisfy my desires. I’m a gentle woman, but sometimes I’m wild. I have a huge kink for cum. I will ask you to ejaculate several times a day every day for me. So of course i'm not into denial lol.
You can totally be yourself with me, embrace your submissive side, and I’ll be your mommy if that’s what you’re looking for. I’m open to most kinks so you must be open-minded too. My main limit is that I’m not violent. Don’t expect me to hit you—at most, a few gentle spankings if you’re not being good.

Other than that, I love sports, being outdoors (hiking, biking), and I have a passion for all forms of art (concerts, exhibitions, movies, theater). I don’t smoke or do drugs. I’m naturally curious, cheerful, and calm, and I’m looking for someone with a similar temperament.
I'm white petite thin girl. My only physical requirement is to be fit and i'm not into micro penises. I'm open to sissies and MTF.

I'm hypersexual, that means i'm always ok for sex or anything related to. I'm not a sub. I'm an open minded experimentalist kinky switch queer woman and i'm looking for someone like me to have fun together. Please be mature. I don't care about how long is your dick and i don't want to see it in a pic.

Don't message me if you're 40+ or living at 1000 km from me. I don't want to lose my time. I don't want online sex. I want to have real sex now and ever.
I'm a French woman, please message me in French.

Context: I am a hypersexual woman and I was looking for a man to fulfil a fantasy, namely to have a male sex toy at my disposal for at least 24 hours. I eventually found someone; we chatted at length to get to know each other and understand each other’s boundaries, and then he finally came to my place to make this fantasy a reality. The text below describes part of what happened during those 24 hours. I may publish further instalments later.

As soon as I wake up, it takes hold of me. That fire in my lower abdomen, fuelled by erotic dreams. It’s like that every morning. This morning, I can’t remember what it was. Two strangers taking me. That distant lover resurfacing to have sex with me. I can’t remember. As if to keep that fire burning, my lower abdomen moves back and forth. It’s instinctive. I do it without thinking or even noticing. My body is hungry. I open my eyes. It’s early. I can see the blue-tinged light of day filtering through the bedroom blinds. Then I remember. He’s there. At my mercy—it’s part of the deal. For 24 hours. I can hear him breathing softly behind me. I turn round and see him lying peacefully on his back. The sheet draped over him like a frozen wave. His slim, Mediterranean body, with tanned skin dotted with fine, brown hair.

My body is hungry. Naturally, my hand moves towards the spot where his penis is supposed to be, hidden beneath the sheet. I feel around a little before sensing it, limp and lifeless, between my fingers through the sheet. Suddenly, a deep breath. I think I’ve woken him, so I stop and look at his face. But no. He’s back to breathing deeply in his sleep. I then decide to lift his cock, still through the sheet, and stroke it lightly, carelessly. But his body doesn’t react. Neither his cock nor his breathing, still peaceful. His calm sleep contrasts with the fire that burns and consumes me. I feel as though I want him all the more because he is so innocent and peaceful. Guided by my desire, I climb on top of him, straddling him, and my lower belly resumes its back-and-forth movements above him. Without even touching his body. Yes, it makes no sense.

Then I move forward on my knees until I’m hovering over his face, holding on to the bedpost, and start grinding on his head. He doesn’t respond at first, but after a few movements of my hips, I finally feel a mouth and then a tongue trying to catch my pussy, which is literally dripping all over him. The dance can begin; the instruments are in place. I feel his hands clinging to my buttocks, his fingers digging into my flesh, evidence of his passion at work, whilst I tilt my head back and let myself be carried away by the pleasure. Finally, I feel the wave of heat and ecstasy rising, and rising still until it completely overwhelms me. It splashes everywhere. Literally, I splash his face with pleasure.

But as soon as the wave passes, I want more. That’s my problem—I can never get enough. And that’s why he’s here, at my disposal. So, still straddling his face, I take his cock in my hand. It’s firm, but not hard yet. So I stroke him, with more energy than before, eager to feel it fully hard in my hand. I say to him, “Come on, hurry up, I want to be taken.” My words of encouragement do the trick; I feel it swell almost instantly in my palm. I don’t wait a second longer and impale myself on him. The first thrust is always a release. Like the first drag on a cigarette you’ve been waiting too long for. It’s my drug. After a few deep thrusts, I speed up my rhythm on him, until I’m going wild. I see him, his face flushed and glowing with the pleasure of having access to my precious pussy. I tell him: “You like that, don’t you, you bastard! You know how lucky you are to be able to fuck me!” Feeling the power I have over him makes me come even harder, but I carry on furiously until I feel his contractions inside me. Feeling him come inside me makes me feel even stronger.

“That’s good, you’re a good boy.”

I look at him, his eyes closed, as if he were about to fall back asleep at any moment. “Now you have to clean me up.” And I sit up until my pussy is resting on his mouth. I part my lips and wiggle above him to let his own cum run down onto his tongue. Feeling his tongue so close to my clitoris again makes me want to be eaten out again, but I resist the temptation because it’s time to make my tea. I tell him: “Don’t go back to sleep, go and make my tea.” Once again, giving him an order and watching him obey it turns me on immensely. I watch him get up, his handsome, muscular back. He bends down to pick up his boxers, but I say to him, “What are you doing? Did I ask you to get dressed?” So he heads off to the kitchen like that, whilst I stare in the darkness at his rather firm buttocks for a man. I can’t help but stroke myself again, gently, lost in my daydreams, whilst I hear him in the distance preparing my breakfast. When he comes back with the tray and sees me lying there, my sex hidden behind my fingers making a circular motion, he says, amused, “Again?!”

I enjoy the gentle warmth of the sip of tea, whilst he sits on the edge of the bed, tray in hand, so that I can help myself comfortably. I take an apple and say to him, “Now, make me come before I finish this apple. Otherwise, you’ll be punished.” I watch him gently set down the breakfast tray whilst I take a bite of my apple. Then, his hands begin to caress my body in an unpredictable rhythm. One of his hands lingers on my nipples, then he leans in and nibbles my left nipple whilst his other hand slides down to my sex. This mix of sensations—caresses, nibbling, and his hand now stroking my clit—makes me come very quickly. I forget about the apple I’m still holding in my hand and close my eyes. I then lose myself in flashes of light, coloured shapes, and my moans taste of apple. At one point, I feel his tongue inside me again, replacing his fingers, but I’m no longer able to protest, only to come in an explosion of sensations. He’s won the challenge.

I’m in his arms when I open my eyes. From the light flooding the room, I can tell we’ve fallen asleep in each other’s arms. In fact, he’s already awake. My eyes meet his. I feel almost shy in the face of such a beautiful gaze – brown, confident, loving. He says nothing, just smiles. I snuggle up against him, breathing in deeply to take in his salty scent, my head against his chest.

-I’m hungry

-I ate the apple, sorry

-No, I’m hungry for you!

Then I pretend to eat his stomach, laughing. Then I look into his eyes again, more seriously:

-Give me your cum!

-What?

-Feed me! Wank yourself and cum in my mouth! That’s an order!

I know he thinks I'm crazy. But he won't say anything because it's part of the agreement. So he sits on the edge of the bed and starts masturbating. I watch him, fascinated. I've always loved watching men masturbate; I find it incredibly erotic to see them let go, alone, until they reach orgasm. But he finally tells me that it bothers him that I'm looking at him with such wide eyes, and that he won't be able to come. So I snuggle up against his back, caress him, his chest, his lower abdomen, make movements with my own lower abdomen to show him my arousal, and I whisper in his ear how much I want him, how much I want him to fuck me hard. It works; I see him close his eyes and really let go, say, "I'm going to come," and then I position myself under his cock to take it all in my mouth. The operation is not very effective, the biggest jet falls on my face, but I catch it all with my hand to enjoy it.

Context: I am a hypersexual woman and I was looking for a man to fulfil a fantasy, namely to have a male sex toy at my disposal for at least 24 hours. I eventually found someone; we chatted at length to get to know each other and understand each other’s boundaries, and then he finally came to my place to make this fantasy a reality. The text below describes part of what happened during those 24 hours. I may publish further instalments later.

As soon as I wake up, it takes hold of me. That fire in my lower abdomen, fuelled by erotic dreams. It’s like that every morning. This morning, I can’t remember what it was. Two strangers taking me. That distant lover resurfacing to have sex with me. I can’t remember. As if to keep that fire burning, my lower abdomen moves back and forth. It’s instinctive. I do it without thinking or even noticing. My body is hungry. I open my eyes. It’s early. I can see the blue-tinged light of day filtering through the bedroom blinds. Then I remember. He’s there. At my mercy—it’s part of the deal. For 24 hours. I can hear him breathing softly behind me. I turn round and see him lying peacefully on his back. The sheet draped over him like a frozen wave. His slim, Mediterranean body, with tanned skin dotted with fine, brown hair.

My body is hungry. Naturally, my hand moves towards the spot where his penis is supposed to be, hidden beneath the sheet. I feel around a little before sensing it, limp and lifeless, between my fingers through the sheet. Suddenly, a deep breath. I think I’ve woken him, so I stop and look at his face. But no. He’s back to breathing deeply in his sleep. I then decide to lift his cock, still through the sheet, and stroke it lightly, carelessly. But his body doesn’t react. Neither his cock nor his breathing, still peaceful. His calm sleep contrasts with the fire that burns and consumes me. I feel as though I want him all the more because he is so innocent and peaceful. Guided by my desire, I climb on top of him, straddling him, and my lower belly resumes its back-and-forth movements above him. Without even touching his body. Yes, it makes no sense.

Then I move forward on my knees until I’m hovering over his face, holding on to the bedpost, and start grinding on his head. He doesn’t respond at first, but after a few movements of my hips, I finally feel a mouth and then a tongue trying to catch my pussy, which is literally dripping all over him. The dance can begin; the instruments are in place. I feel his hands clinging to my buttocks, his fingers digging into my flesh, evidence of his passion at work, whilst I tilt my head back and let myself be carried away by the pleasure. Finally, I feel the wave of heat and ecstasy rising, and rising still until it completely overwhelms me. It splashes everywhere. Literally, I splash his face with pleasure.

But as soon as the wave passes, I want more. That’s my problem—I can never get enough. And that’s why he’s here, at my disposal. So, still straddling his face, I take his cock in my hand. It’s firm, but not hard yet. So I stroke him, with more energy than before, eager to feel it fully hard in my hand. I say to him, “Come on, hurry up, I want to be taken.” My words of encouragement do the trick; I feel it swell almost instantly in my palm. I don’t wait a second longer and impale myself on him. The first thrust is always a release. Like the first drag on a cigarette you’ve been waiting too long for. It’s my drug. After a few deep thrusts, I speed up my rhythm on him, until I’m going wild. I see him, his face flushed and glowing with the pleasure of having access to my precious pussy. I tell him: “You like that, don’t you, you bastard! You know how lucky you are to be able to fuck me!” Feeling the power I have over him makes me come even harder, but I carry on furiously until I feel his contractions inside me. Feeling him come inside me makes me feel even stronger.

“That’s good, you’re a good boy.”

I look at him, his eyes closed, as if he were about to fall back asleep at any moment. “Now you have to clean me up.” And I sit up until my pussy is resting on his mouth. I part my lips and wiggle above him to let his own cum run down onto his tongue. Feeling his tongue so close to my clitoris again makes me want to be eaten out again, but I resist the temptation because it’s time to make my tea. I tell him: “Don’t go back to sleep, go and make my tea.” Once again, giving him an order and watching him obey it turns me on immensely. I watch him get up, his handsome, muscular back. He bends down to pick up his boxers, but I say to him, “What are you doing? Did I ask you to get dressed?” So he heads off to the kitchen like that, whilst I stare in the darkness at his rather firm buttocks for a man. I can’t help but stroke myself again, gently, lost in my daydreams, whilst I hear him in the distance preparing my breakfast. When he comes back with the tray and sees me lying there, my sex hidden behind my fingers making a circular motion, he says, amused, “Again?!”

I enjoy the gentle warmth of the sip of tea, whilst he sits on the edge of the bed, tray in hand, so that I can help myself comfortably. I take an apple and say to him, “Now, make me come before I finish this apple. Otherwise, you’ll be punished.” I watch him gently set down the breakfast tray whilst I take a bite of my apple. Then, his hands begin to caress my body in an unpredictable rhythm. One of his hands lingers on my nipples, then he leans in and nibbles my left nipple whilst his other hand slides down to my sex. This mix of sensations—caresses, nibbling, and his hand now stroking my clit—makes me come very quickly. I forget about the apple I’m still holding in my hand and close my eyes. I then lose myself in flashes of light, coloured shapes, and my moans taste of apple. At one point, I feel his tongue inside me again, replacing his fingers, but I’m no longer able to protest, only to come in an explosion of sensations. He’s won the challenge.

I’m in his arms when I open my eyes. From the light flooding the room, I can tell we’ve fallen asleep in each other’s arms. In fact, he’s already awake. My eyes meet his. I feel almost shy in the face of such a beautiful gaze – brown, confident, loving. He says nothing, just smiles. I snuggle up against him, breathing in deeply to take in his salty scent, my head against his chest.

-I’m hungry

-I ate the apple, sorry

-No, I’m hungry for you!

Then I pretend to eat his stomach, laughing. Then I look into his eyes again, more seriously:

-Give me your cum!

-What?

-Feed me! Wank yourself and cum in my mouth! That’s an order!

I know he thinks I'm crazy. But he won't say anything because it's part of the agreement. So he sits on the edge of the bed and starts masturbating. I watch him, fascinated. I've always loved watching men masturbate; I find it incredibly erotic to see them let go, alone, until they reach orgasm. But he finally tells me that it bothers him that I'm looking at him with such wide eyes, and that he won't be able to come. So I snuggle up against his back, caress him, his chest, his lower abdomen, make movements with my own lower abdomen to show him my arousal, and I whisper in his ear how much I want him, how much I want him to fuck me hard. It works; I see him close his eyes and really let go, say, "I'm going to come," and then I position myself under his cock to take it all in my mouth. The operation is not very effective, the biggest jet falls on my face, but I catch it all with my hand to enjoy it.

Context: I am a hypersexual woman and I was looking for a man to fulfil a fantasy, namely to have a male sex toy at my disposal for at least 24 hours. I eventually found someone; we chatted at length to get to know each other and understand each other’s boundaries, and then he finally came to my place to make this fantasy a reality. The text below describes part of what happened during those 24 hours. I may publish further instalments later.

As soon as I wake up, it takes hold of me. That fire in my lower abdomen, fuelled by erotic dreams. It’s like that every morning. This morning, I can’t remember what it was. Two strangers taking me. That distant lover resurfacing to have sex with me. I can’t remember. As if to keep that fire burning, my lower abdomen moves back and forth. It’s instinctive. I do it without thinking or even noticing. My body is hungry. I open my eyes. It’s early. I can see the blue-tinged light of day filtering through the bedroom blinds. Then I remember. He’s there. At my mercy—it’s part of the deal. For 24 hours. I can hear him breathing softly behind me. I turn round and see him lying peacefully on his back. The sheet draped over him like a frozen wave. His slim, Mediterranean body, with tanned skin dotted with fine, brown hair.

My body is hungry. Naturally, my hand moves towards the spot where his penis is supposed to be, hidden beneath the sheet. I feel around a little before sensing it, limp and lifeless, between my fingers through the sheet. Suddenly, a deep breath. I think I’ve woken him, so I stop and look at his face. But no. He’s back to breathing deeply in his sleep. I then decide to lift his cock, still through the sheet, and stroke it lightly, carelessly. But his body doesn’t react. Neither his cock nor his breathing, still peaceful. His calm sleep contrasts with the fire that burns and consumes me. I feel as though I want him all the more because he is so innocent and peaceful. Guided by my desire, I climb on top of him, straddling him, and my lower belly resumes its back-and-forth movements above him. Without even touching his body. Yes, it makes no sense.

Then I move forward on my knees until I’m hovering over his face, holding on to the bedpost, and start grinding on his head. He doesn’t respond at first, but after a few movements of my hips, I finally feel a mouth and then a tongue trying to catch my pussy, which is literally dripping all over him. The dance can begin; the instruments are in place. I feel his hands clinging to my buttocks, his fingers digging into my flesh, evidence of his passion at work, whilst I tilt my head back and let myself be carried away by the pleasure. Finally, I feel the wave of heat and ecstasy rising, and rising still until it completely overwhelms me. It splashes everywhere. Literally, I splash his face with pleasure.

But as soon as the wave passes, I want more. That’s my problem—I can never get enough. And that’s why he’s here, at my disposal. So, still straddling his face, I take his cock in my hand. It’s firm, but not hard yet. So I stroke him, with more energy than before, eager to feel it fully hard in my hand. I say to him, “Come on, hurry up, I want to be taken.” My words of encouragement do the trick; I feel it swell almost instantly in my palm. I don’t wait a second longer and impale myself on him. The first thrust is always a release. Like the first drag on a cigarette you’ve been waiting too long for. It’s my drug. After a few deep thrusts, I speed up my rhythm on him, until I’m going wild. I see him, his face flushed and glowing with the pleasure of having access to my precious pussy. I tell him: “You like that, don’t you, you bastard! You know how lucky you are to be able to fuck me!” Feeling the power I have over him makes me come even harder, but I carry on furiously until I feel his contractions inside me. Feeling him come inside me makes me feel even stronger.

“That’s good, you’re a good boy.”

I look at him, his eyes closed, as if he were about to fall back asleep at any moment. “Now you have to clean me up.” And I sit up until my pussy is resting on his mouth. I part my lips and wiggle above him to let his own cum run down onto his tongue. Feeling his tongue so close to my clitoris again makes me want to be eaten out again, but I resist the temptation because it’s time to make my tea. I tell him: “Don’t go back to sleep, go and make my tea.” Once again, giving him an order and watching him obey it turns me on immensely. I watch him get up, his handsome, muscular back. He bends down to pick up his boxers, but I say to him, “What are you doing? Did I ask you to get dressed?” So he heads off to the kitchen like that, whilst I stare in the darkness at his rather firm buttocks for a man. I can’t help but stroke myself again, gently, lost in my daydreams, whilst I hear him in the distance preparing my breakfast. When he comes back with the tray and sees me lying there, my sex hidden behind my fingers making a circular motion, he says, amused, “Again?!”

I enjoy the gentle warmth of the sip of tea, whilst he sits on the edge of the bed, tray in hand, so that I can help myself comfortably. I take an apple and say to him, “Now, make me come before I finish this apple. Otherwise, you’ll be punished.” I watch him gently set down the breakfast tray whilst I take a bite of my apple. Then, his hands begin to caress my body in an unpredictable rhythm. One of his hands lingers on my nipples, then he leans in and nibbles my left nipple whilst his other hand slides down to my sex. This mix of sensations—caresses, nibbling, and his hand now stroking my clit—makes me come very quickly. I forget about the apple I’m still holding in my hand and close my eyes. I then lose myself in flashes of light, coloured shapes, and my moans taste of apple. At one point, I feel his tongue inside me again, replacing his fingers, but I’m no longer able to protest, only to come in an explosion of sensations. He’s won the challenge.

I’m in his arms when I open my eyes. From the light flooding the room, I can tell we’ve fallen asleep in each other’s arms. In fact, he’s already awake. My eyes meet his. I feel almost shy in the face of such a beautiful gaze – brown, confident, loving. He says nothing, just smiles. I snuggle up against him, breathing in deeply to take in his salty scent, my head against his chest.

-I’m hungry

-I ate the apple, sorry

-No, I’m hungry for you!

Then I pretend to eat his stomach, laughing. Then I look into his eyes again, more seriously:

-Give me your cum!

-What?

-Feed me! Wank yourself and cum in my mouth! That’s an order!

I know he thinks I'm crazy. But he won't say anything because it's part of the agreement. So he sits on the edge of the bed and starts masturbating. I watch him, fascinated. I've always loved watching men masturbate; I find it incredibly erotic to see them let go, alone, until they reach orgasm. But he finally tells me that it bothers him that I'm looking at him with such wide eyes, and that he won't be able to come. So I snuggle up against his back, caress him, his chest, his lower abdomen, make movements with my own lower abdomen to show him my arousal, and I whisper in his ear how much I want him, how much I want him to fuck me hard. It works; I see him close his eyes and really let go, say, "I'm going to come," and then I position myself under his cock to take it all in my mouth. The operation is not very effective, the biggest jet falls on my face, but I catch it all with my hand to enjoy it.

I'm hypersexual, which means I have intense needs (several times a day, every day). I'm looking for a sub I can take care of and who will get all the attention he needs. In exchange, I need him to be an obedient sex toy who can satisfy my desires. I’m a gentle woman, but sometimes I’m wild. You can totally be yourself with me, embrace your submissive side, and I’ll be your mommy if that’s what you’re looking for. I’m open to most kinks. My main limit is that I’m not violent. Don’t expect me to hit you—at most, a few gentle spankings if you’re not being good.

Other than that, I love sports, being outdoors (hiking, biking), and I have a passion for all forms of art (concerts, exhibitions, movies, theater). I don’t smoke or do drugs. I’m naturally curious, cheerful, and calm, and I’m looking for someone with a similar temperament.

I don’t think this will lead to anything, but I’m giving it a go.

I’m a young, hypersexual woman and I need a man to be my walking sex toy. The scenario is simple. We go on a normal date in a café, you find me cute and nice, and I invite you back to my place for an afternoon of Netflix and chill. But once we get to my place, nothing goes to plan. You’ll be tied to my bed and you’ll be at my beck and call for at least 24 hours, bearing in mind that I’m insatiable.

I can adapt to your kinks; I have very few limits as a dom.

Send me a message with your location. I speak French.