F23 Let’s talk about kinks. Huge plus if you’re older and married. My favorite: anal, rimjobs, being watched, creampie, public stuff. I’m bi so I love playing with girls too and watching porn together.
F(23) Looking for Taboo Dirty Talk I have perky tits and a round ass with a nice arch and slim build. I am running out of porn to get me off and want to try something new. I cannot fall asleep until I am able to get off with my toys as a man messages me in long detail what he wants to do to me. I am very into the details and wording. I don’t want short paragraphs of how you want to fuck me hard. I want you to go all in and I’ll play along. I am very kinky so don’t worry about scaring or offending me. I want to hear something I haven’t been told. If you aren’t up to taboo and freaky dirty talk then don’t bother messaging me please. I’ll send pics of me and my toys in the messages if you are able to turn me on and I will tell you more of my kinks but one of my main kinks is breeding talk and being creampied. That’s just one of them. DM me if you want to find out more or say things to me you have always been too scared to say to other girls.
I never planned on any of this happening. My mom remarried last year to a guy named Rick, and at first I just tried to stay out of the way. I’m 21, still living at home while finishing community college, and Rick is 38, tall with that quiet confident vibe that makes everyone listen when he talks. He runs a construction company, always coming home with dust on his boots and that deep voice that carries through the house.
It started one night when my mom was working a late shift at the hospital. I was in my room trying to study when I heard the shower running down the hall. The water had been on forever, so I figured something was wrong and went to check. The bathroom door was cracked open just enough that I could see the mirror. Rick was standing there completely naked, water running down his chest, and I swear I couldn’t look away. He was thick everywhere, especially between his legs. I felt my face get hot and my stomach flip in a way I hadn’t felt since high school crushes.
I ran back to my room, heart pounding. That image wouldn’t leave my head. Later I heard him come out and go to the living room to watch TV. I told myself to just go to bed, but I kept replaying what I saw. Eventually I slipped my hand under my shorts and touched myself, imagining what it would feel like if he touched me instead. I came harder than I ever had with my ex, biting my pillow so he wouldn’t hear.
The next morning was awkward. My mom had already left for her shift again. Rick was in the kitchen making coffee in just gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He asked if I slept okay and I mumbled something, trying not to stare at the outline I could clearly see. He must have noticed because he smirked a little and asked what was on my mind.
I don’t know why I told him the truth. Maybe I was still half asleep or maybe I just wanted to see what would happen. I admitted I’d seen him the night before. He didn’t get mad. Instead he stepped closer and asked if I liked what I saw. My voice came out small when I said yes.
He asked if I’d ever been with a man who actually knew what he was doing. I shook my head. My ex had been my age and it was always quick and disappointing. Rick reached out and brushed my hair behind my ear, then leaned down and kissed me. It was slow and sure, nothing like the nervous kisses I was used to. His hands moved down my sides and under my tank top, cupping my breasts while his thumbs brushed my nipples until they were hard.
Before I could overthink it he lifted me onto the kitchen counter. He pulled my shorts and panties off in one motion and spread my legs. The first lick of his tongue made my whole body jerk. He was gentle at first, then more focused, sucking on my clit while two fingers slid inside me. I came so fast it embarrassed me, but he didn’t stop. He kept going until my legs were shaking and I had to grab his shoulders to stay upright.
When he finally stood up he pushed his sweatpants down. His cock was even bigger up close, heavy and already leaking. He asked if I was sure. I nodded like an idiot and whispered “please.” He turned me around, bent me over the counter, and rubbed the head against my entrance until I was pushing back against him. The stretch when he finally slid in took my breath away. It hurt a little at first but then the fullness turned into the best feeling I’d ever had.
He fucked me slow and deep, one hand on my hip and the other reaching around to rub my clit again. I came twice before he did, moaning his name and not caring how loud I was. When he finished he stayed inside me for a minute, kissing the back of my neck and telling me I was a good girl.
We cleaned up before my mom got home, but later that night when she went to bed early he came to my room. We’ve been sneaking around ever since. He makes me cum every single time, sometimes more than once, and I’ve stopped feeling guilty about it. I know it’s wrong, but I also know I don’t want to stop. Every time he calls me his good girl I get wet all over again.
Thanks for reading. I just needed to tell someone.