u/PetraBlom

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As a 20 year old, my roommate is 28 and we've had a few lesbian encounters. She has a boyfriend. When they have sex, she is intentionally loud...so much so that I've masturbated to her moans before. Last weekend, I finally worked up the courage to ask for a threesome, and she agreed. Well, more or less, it was a threesome. We did it in the morning in my room. I brought out a velvet blindfold and cuffs, and I explicitly requested a facial. My roommate was more than happy to oblige.

I got naked, with my hands tied behind my back and blindfolded. Nothing too heavy on the kink side, but I just cum better like that. I felt three hands on me as my breathing grew heavier and heavier. My legs were spread apart, and I felt my pussy being licked. A tongue was strumming my clitoris up and down as I moaned louder and louder. Then, I felt a finger enter me, followed quickly by two. Meanwhile, my roommate sat on my face and commanded me to lick her. While occupied, I felt a cock rubbing against my pussy before finally entering.

In maybe a minute or two, she stood up while my tongue was still on her clitoris, and I was lifted into a sitting position. Then I felt a warm sprinkle on my cheeks.

It was short, but it was my first threesome and it was so hot.

I am 20 year old girl, my roommate, a 28 year old and we have lesbian sex from time to time, usually she is the dominant one. Anyways, she would see her boyfriend once or twice a week, he would come to the apartment. I noticed she is intentionally loud during sex, moaning and screaming. Worst part is - its making me horny.

So, yesterday I heard him coming. I decided I needed to join the party. I got up, grabbed my "arsenal" from the drawer, and locked my door.

I stripped naked and laid out the toys: lube, a dildo, a vibrating anal plug, and a ball gag. First, I needed to get in the mood. I grabbed the dildo, and got on my knees. I imagined her boyfriends face, his hands, the heat of the situation. I took the dildo into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the tip, pretending I was giving him a blowjob. Then, I secured the ball gag around my head. The leather strap bit into my jaw, but it was a good kind of pain.

I positioned myself on the floor, ass up, face down. I lubed up my fingers and started teasing my ass. I worked them in and out, loosening myself up, enjoying the stretch. When I felt ready, I pressed the vibrating plug against my hole and slowly pushed it inside. It was a fullness I loved. I then lubed up the dildo again and started fingering myself, waiting for the sound of her first moan. And then, it came.

I started fucking myself with the dildo. I was drooling from the gag, a messy, desperate state. I was lost in the rhythm, the vibrations, the sound of her moans drifting through the thin walls. At one point, I lost track of the dildo as I felt it penetrating me deep inside, the vibrations rimming my butt, sending shockwaves through me. I collapsed onto my stomach, pulling the dildo out as I started cumming, my body arching, my moans muffled by the gag. It was just delightful.

I masturbate more often than I should on a thought of older man having me for himself, showing me off to his friends and colleagues. Like, I would intentionally be dressed in something slutty and he would just brag with me. Like grab my ass, and I would "by accident" touch his cock in public.

I bought remote vibrating balls just to feel how it would be if we were in public and he would control it.

I even sometimes fantasized about being shared with his friends. Him showing off his property, fucking me hard in front of them.

It turns me on while writing this as well. I wrote once about it already...but it just reignited imagination even more

I was in Sweden, at the end of high school, and we had a house party with a small group of friends, just ten of us. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter, music, and the kind of carefree energy that only comes with youth and freedom. As the night wore on, someone suggested we play a round of Truth or Dare, and despite the initial eye-rolls, we all agreed to give it a shot.

The dares started off tame, but as the game progressed, they grew bolder, and the stakes higher. It was my turn, and I found myself staring at the dare card with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The dare was simple, yet daring: "Spend five minutes in the dark bathroom with your boyfriend." I looked at him, and we both knew what that meant. We were in a kind of limbo situation, neither fully a couple nor just friends, but there was an undeniable tension between us, a chemistry that had been building for months. He was my first "boyfriend to say," and I was curious to see where this dare would lead.

We made our way to the bathroom, the sound of our friends' laughter and chatter fading as we closed the door behind us. The room was plunged into darkness, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I leaned against the sink, my hands gripping the cold porcelain, as he moved closer to me. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

In the darkness, everything seemed more intense, more real. I reached out, my hands finding his waist, and I pulled him closer. We kissed, our lips meeting in a passionate, desperate embrace. His hands were on my body, exploring, and I could feel the heat between us. I wanted more, and I knew he did too.

I sank to my knees, my hands unbuttoning his jeans, and I heard his sharp intake of breath as I took him in my mouth. The darkness amplified every sensation, every sound, and I could feel his hands in my hair, guiding me, encouraging me. His body tensed as I swirled my tongue around him, and I could feel his pulse quicken. I took him deeper, my hands gripping his thighs, and I could hear his low, desperate moans. It was a rush, a thrill, and I couldn't get enough. I loved the power I felt, the control I had over him in that moment. The constant threat of being caught made every second more exhilarating.

As the minutes ticked by, we both knew we were playing with fire, but we couldn't stop. It was a risk, a secret, and it made it all the more exciting. When the five minutes were up, we both knew we had to get back out there, back to our friends, back to the party. But that moment, that secret, would stay with us forever.

I've often wondered what my friends would say if they knew. Would they be shocked? Impressed? I'll never know, and that's part of the fun. It's our little secret, a memory that makes me smile every time I think about it.

As a 20-year-old girl, I've always found myself on the receiving end of dominance. But today, I was excited while talking with older sub guy. Ive decided to experiment and I am eager to explore the thrill of being in charge. So far, I was the one being dommed, tossed around and tied and fucked in any whole they wished...

I've set my sights on an older man, someone who will appreciate my newfound authority. I can't wait to tease him, to push his limits, and to watch as he succumbs to my every whim. It's time for me to take the reins and experience the rush of being the one in control.

I take my time, driving him wild with my touch, my lips, my words. I make him beg, I make him plead, and when I finally give him what he wants, it's with a satisfied smile, knowing that I'm in control.