I'm more of a domme who wants to explore and own a good boy who understands his role. seeking a long-term, serious relationship, though short-term relationships are also acceptable.
In addition to many other things, I enjoy orgasm denial, face sitting, body worship, femdom, chastity, sounding, lingerie, sissification, straps on, anal play, JOI, and CBT. For a quicker response, feel free to add me from my profile bio.
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I inherited quite a bit from my father. His sense of humor, his work ethic. But above all, his love of nature. We spend so much time together outdoors, in nature. Trips to the beach or the mountains, depending on the season. So many weekends by the water. Long camping trips every other month. Just the two of us, alone under the stars. Besides, as it turns out, this time together really helps me with another thing I inherited from my father: his libido.
When I turned 20, something changed between us. Our time together was punctuated by wild, primal sex. Our small, shared tent smelled of sweat and sex. Every time we went out on the boat, I was in a skimpy bikini, showing off my breasts (the only thing I inherited from my mom). We barely noticed when we got stuck in a snowstorm for a few days because you were constantly shooting deep into my exposed pussy. Regardless of the inevitable consequences of such recklessness. Worse still, we were teasing each other about how rude it would be if you got me pregnant…
But what can I say? I'm a daddy's girl.
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So this one happened when I was going through my "slut" phase in my early 20's. I was out, but pretty straight acting.I had no trouble telling people how I liked to get off; and getting off was what I was all about back then. I had a roommate at the time, Tim, who was a builder (and certified stud). 6'3" of muscle, grinning like a moron every time he walked in the door half drunk with a new chick he had dragged back from the bar in arm, and winking at me as they stumbled to his room down the hall. A proper man's man.
My favourite thing about Tim was that he loved to kiss and tell. We would sit around and talk about all our latest sexcapades over a beer (or 10) at least weekly. This week he was telling me about a new blond girl he had been banging that apparently gave the best head of his life.
"Man, I wish you could feel the way she wraps her tongue around my dick. That girl is like something out of Alien", I believe was the quote from him.
I'd regale him with stories of my hookups on Grindr. For a straight guy he seemed pretty interested but I assumed it was all banter. He was always giving me shit for being a bottom. "Don't you wanna be the boy for once? Surely you get sick of being the woman."
How do you describe the feeling of being a bottom to some closed minded straight guy? Being on your knees, the taste of warm precum hitting your dry tongue, the sensation of giving a man the most extreme pleasure as you slide him in between your lips? The feeling of having a cock pressed up to your hole, the involuntary moans that escape you as he breaks through and uses you in the best way? Tim preferred to rail chicks, despite my best efforts to relay the details of even my sketchiest hookups.
My favourite new discovery was GLORY HOLES. There was something about the allure of a stranger's cock sticking through a hole in the wall, no face, no voice, nothing but a random stranger's cock all to myself. I was so nervous the first time I found a stall through a reddit post, about a 20 minute drive from our house. I built up the courage to try it out one day after work. It was a disused retail centre that was getting refurbed, and almost all the shops were empty. I seemed like only one in the entire 4 storey complex, but the doors were open. I went to the random bathroom on the second floor where the post had specified. There was absolutely nothing on this floor except empty shops. The bathroom had 4 stalls, and I went to the one furthest from the door like I had read about. Yup...sure enough there was a nice cock-sized hole leading straight through to the stall next door. My heart was racing just looking at it.
I shut the door behind me and waited, sitting on the closed toilet lid. It didn't even take 10 minutes to hear footsteps on the tile floor outside and the door to the bathroom swing open. Someone seemed to loiter at the door for a bit, then walked into the stall next to me and locked their door. Did they know what this place was? I was terrified about what might happen, even through I had built this up in mind so much. The stranger tapped the wall between us twice. I tapped back in the same rhythm, and heard him undo his belt. Before I could wonder what was supposed to happen next, a cock was shoved through the hole in the wall. No words, no foreplay, just a thick, white, uncut dick right next to my face. And holy shit I was turned on, rock hard in my shorts*.*
Cock #1 was semi hard and about 6" already. Girthy as hell, curved downward to a long foreskin at the end. I knelt down and got to work. I have it a few strokes and he kept getting harder. When I'd psyched myself up just enough, I pulled back on the shaft just firm enough to reveal a swollen, purple mushroom head. I heard a little gasp from next door, and started sucking that head while still jerking him with my right hand, fast and faster. He was pretty girthy and even the head was stretching my mouth wide. I could tell whoever owned this cock was having fun, cos they must have been pressed right up against the stall walI, making sure all of it was available to my eager mouth. I was just starting to get into it when I abruptly felt the mushroom start pulsing and a blast of warm cum shot straight into my mouth. I kept jerking and lapped up every bit I could, before he softened and pulled out of the hole. It was such a thrill, even if it only lasted a few minutes...and I only wanted more now.
I didn't think I would be staying after one stranger's dick in my mouth, but cock #2 arrived after another 20 minutes waiting. This one was clearly no stranger to such encounters; as soon as the stall door closed he was unzipping and shoving himself fully erect into my face. This one was a bit smaller, maybe 5" but nicely shaped and uncut, a mess of pubes at the base sticking through as well. I got on my knees and took him all down my throat in one go. It wasn't the biggest cock I'd sucked by far, but had some nice veins underneath the shaft that I could feel with my tongue as I went up and down. I love a cock with texture. He was pressed right into the wall just like the last guy, until, after a couple of minutes, the cock pulled back from the wall and then started to ram back into my mouth over and over. I was getting face-fucked through a wall. I held my lips to the gloryhole opening and let myself be used, savouring the slippery, veiny shaft on my lips. I could feel my cock leaking precum now, begging to be let out of my shorts and explode. Just as I was getting into it once again, there was a little gasp through the stall wall and cock #2 rammed one final time into my tight wet lips, spraying my tongue with the second load it had seen this afternoon. I was so turned on I was shivering, and didn't want to let it slide back through the wall. But he pulled out of my mouth and was straight out the door, without even muttering "thanks".
I was catching my breath and about to get up and leave, when I heard footsteps again. "Oh well, one more won't hurt, right?" I thought to myself and stayed right where I was. Like I said...this was my slut phase. And boy was I glad I stayed.
Cock #3 was a work of art. The owner seems a bit more nervous than the last two. It took a couple of minutes from when he sat down, to finally tapping on the wall, prompting me to reply in like. As it slid into the hole between the stalls, that thing just kept coming through the wall!! Thinner than #1, but at least 8" in length. Ever so gently curved to the right and downwards. I took it in my right hand and lifted it up, gently stroking. It throbbed softly under my fingers, still not quite rock hard yet. I wrapped my left hand around it as well...both hands together didn't even cover the whole shaft. I just sat there for a few seconds, salivating, until lust took over. I kept working #3 with both hands as I took the first few inches into my mouth. It just kept going, no matter how far my lips made it down. This one tasted so good...clean but salty in just the right way. I pushed down harder and harder, feeling it slide further each time. He was curved downward slightly which helped take him further in. I was down to only one hand jerking the base of the cock now, so I knew my throat was loosening up.
Eventually, something just let go and my lips were pressed to the wall, this beast buried so far down my throat I couldn't breathe. When I did manage to catch a gasp of air, all I got was a musky, deep aroma of sweat and cologne that was vaguely reminiscent to me, but I couldn't place it. It was little sweet, but peppery. That's when he started thrusting, and it seemed like it went on forever. At one point, it pulled right out, until I was sticking my tongue through the gloryhole just to keep the taste the last bit of that tip, then he came crashing straight back through the wall and into my eager throat, over and over.
After what must have been about 20 minutes or so, I got my third load of that day, without the thrusting even slowing down. Cum splashed out of my mouth as he kept pounding the wall, until finally slowing down and pulling straight out. My throat felt empty despite what I'd swallowed.
Anyway. So that was my first time trying out a glory hole.
A few nights later I was out in the lounge just after midnight. Tim was plowing the blonde alien and my room was right next to his, so I soon got sick of hearing her head banging on my wall next door and came out into the lounge to chill for a bit before I could get some sleep. I was reliving the glory hole day in my head for the thousandth time. That sweet smell I recalled as that third cock kept thrusting at me...I knew it from somewhere.
Eventually the banging down the hall stopped and there was silence. I got up and after another minute and walked back down the hall towards my room. I was just about at my door when Tim's opened up and he walked out, butt naked, turning towards the bathroom. My eye was immediately drawn to the monster dangling between his legs...and I nearly fell over as I realised.
"Oh sorry...just running to the bathroom. Hope we didn't keep you up", he winked at me as he brushed past and continued strutting down the hall to the bathroom.
"Nah I was just getting some water..." I mumbled. All I could smell was that sweet peppery cologne he always wore.
It's a fond memory from the past. The guy I hooked up with was around 20. It all started with a regular evening workout. I went swimming at the local public pool, like every Thursday. I always do it later in the evening because it's less crowded.
I'm doing the breaststroke as usual when I suddenly notice this beautiful, broad-shouldered, lean blond with a chiseled abs. He's wearing swimming trunks, and I can't take my eyes off his incredible breasts—round, yet firm and pointed.
He jumps in immediately, and I stop for a moment, making eye contact. Maybe a second or two too long before he hits the water. I swim a few more lanes, and as we swim and stand side by side, I feel like we're still dangerously close.
Later, when I stop to catch my breath, the guy comes up to me, looks at me, and says, "Good technique," then smiles and looks away. I think this is bullshit – honestly, I swim like a hippo.
I also reach for a towel and start drying myself off. I see a guy nearby, still staring at me. He's gorgeous, and as he slowly wipes his legs and body with the towel, I can't take my eyes off him. But there's one move that's crucial for anything to happen. He looks at me and quickly adjusts his swim trunks: he turns around and suddenly shows a little too much butt, then looks at me and leaves.
I go to the locker room and see a guy sneaking into the bathroom, constantly glancing at me with one eye. I think to myself, "Are we really doing this!!!" I enter the bathroom and see a guy in one of the stalls/cabins. I go inside, close the door, and nervously say, "Hi."
He starts touching my chest, sniffing me, and licking my neck… He's never licked me before. I'm wearing my own swim trunks, already a size too small, so small that my pubic hair is slightly visible from above.
I can barely fit into them because my cock has hardened as he strokes the package. We're both still wet and reek of chlorine, and the touching and licking soon turns into grabbing and rubbing our cocks. He moves and turns his back to me.
His swim trunks are wet, and I try to pull them down his ass, but I only manage to get them down to his knees. My huge bulge is massaging his round ass, and I'm rock hard. He grabs my bulge and pulls the trunks down below my balls, and my cock springs out and hits my stomach.
I spit on my fingers and slowly start to pump my fist into his wet, tight hole. He tenses a little more for me. He's so clean, hairless, and full of natural moisture. I hear his horny whispers, "Take me."
I lean him even further against the wall and slam myself onto my cock with all my might. He braces his hands against the wall, gasping for air, and I hear a soft, "Oh my." I firmly grab his waist and begin to fuck him from behind.
I'm incredibly horny and in control. I occupy his asshole and can't stop looking at my cock as it slides in and out, stretching his ass to a "slap, slap, slap." His ass is impressive, swallowing my fully erect cock. It's deep.
Someone walks into the bathroom, and I quickly stop, cover his mouth, and whisper, "Shhh." I hear pissing from outside, and when the hand dryer turns on, I continue fucking. I hold my hands over my mouth and hear his muffled whimpers and moans. He sounds a bit girly with that "oh... oh... ah..." sound, but it's hot.
He squeezes the inside of my leg and does something that makes his ass completely envelop my cock. I can't concentrate anymore, FUCK!! I'm coming.
I stay inside him as I come, trying to hold back a moan. I feel my seed impregnating him, along with his groan. I collapse to the ground. When his ass starts to get dirty, I pull out my cock to the sound of the vacuum cleaner, and drops of cum fall onto the marble floor.
When we pack up and leave, back in the locker room, I see he's leaking, and my cum is visible through the back of his briefs. I'm so proud of myself, haha.
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There’s something about an almost empty gym after midnight that changes the atmosphere completely.
Less noise. Less people. More tension.
I kept running into the same guy every night until our “head nods” slowly turned into conversations that lasted longer and longer after workouts.
Now I almost look forward to seeing him more than the workout itself.
For months I genuinely thought he was just naturally friendly. Then one day another coworker asked if we were secretly dating and suddenly everything clicked.
The constant teasing. The lingering eye contact. The way he always found excuses to stand close to me during breaks.
Now I can’t stop noticing every little thing he does.
I've had a few age-gap relationships. I'm currently 20, and my partner is 40. Things are going well, and we have a healthy relationship.
However, as someone who has dated younger men, same age, and older, I wish someone had told me this when I was younger.
So if you're a young woman, between 18 and 25, and you're dating an older man, not casually, but with the serious intention of building a future together, ask yourself, "Would he still love me and be with me if I were his age?"
This would save me a lot of worry about dating guys who are only with me because of my age. I never look at age when dating, and I don't want my partner to worry about whether I'm younger, the same age, or older. We're all different ages. It's inevitable.
You deserve a partner who loves you not for your age, but for the person you are. Age difference or not. ❤️
Edit: These comments really didn't pass the vibe test. If you want a younger woman as a status symbol or a sugar daddy, that's fine, and I have no problem with that, as long as people are honest with each other about their intentions. My post was about women in age-gap relationships who want to be with that person forever.
I never understood why people were so obsessed with impregnation fantasies online until someone used the right tone of voice on me at the wrong time.
It wasn’t even about anything explicit. It was the intensity behind it. The possessiveness. The feeling of being completely wanted by someone who could barely hide how obsessed they were with you in that moment.
The teasing started harmlessly during flirting, but over time the comments became more confident and way harder to ignore. Little whispers, subtle jokes, lingering eye contact — all of it slowly built tension until I realized I was thinking about it way more than I should’ve been.
The craziest part is how psychological the whole thing feels. It’s less about realism and more about vulnerability, trust, and emotional intensity mixed together.
Now I completely understand why people say certain fantasies unlock something in your brain permanently.
Hi. I want to slowly destroy someone.
Not in a cruel way. In a way that starts with playful teasing, gentle instructions, a touch of tension... and suddenly you're following orders, unaware that you're relinquishing control.
I'm a gentle dominatrix with a wicked sense of humor, a penchant for mind games, and a penchant for making people blush just by telling them what not to do. I'm not looking for rigid protocols or cold domination—I want chemistry, personality, and a slow build of trust that develops into a sense of ownership.
What I'm looking for: • Submissive men (18-30 years old), intelligent, curious, and open to bribery • People who can hold a conversation and tolerate light teasing • Someone open to building a lasting relationship, with the possibility of meeting in person if appropriate.
What you'll get: • Attention • Support • A voice in your head as you touch yourself and hear my words echo.
Tell me how old you are, where you're from, and what teasing makes your brain melt.
And please—put some effort into your message. I'm worth it.
Since we were young, we have been close since we are cousins and our mothers are very close sisters. We shared our first kiss during one of our yearly trips, and since then, we've been exploring more and more with one another. Now, whenever our parents leave us alone, we regularly fuck each other's brains.
(It would be wonderful to have an upvt.)
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