u/polymagy

Just last week, as I was having a lunch break with a colleague, I noticed her nipples were hard through her top. I made sure not to stare, but they were still in my peripheral vision. Somehow I started feeling a bit of a rush, and I was starting to swell. I knew I couldn’t get hard in the office like this, it was not professional.

I tried to keep a cool mind, managed the conversation, hoping it would distract me from the thoughts I was having, picturing her breasts. The harder I was fighting the arousal, the harder I was getting. Not a regular boner. I could feel my warm cock along my leg, lifting my trunks and pants, stretching them.

Still I was acting as natural as I possibly could, knowing the table was hiding the raging erection she was causing me with knowing. I felt like she had me in the palm of her hand. If she’d wanted to eat her out, I would’ve. Hell, I would have actually begged her to let me eat her out. In that moment, she didn’t realise that she owned me, and could have gotten me to do anything for her.

Which made me wonder: how many of you women realise the power you wield over men when you get them hard?

Bonjour mesdames!

Est-ce que vous aussi, vous sentez l’excitation monter lorsque vous parlez de vos aventures sexuelles, ou en entendant celles des autres ?

Est-ce que vous aussi, vous trouvez qu’il n’y a rien e de plus excitant que l’anticipation, que le flirt, que les moments menants aux actes plus érotiques?

Je recherche une partenaire en ligne, sans désir spécifique de passer à la rencontre réelle. Quelqu’un avec qui partager des conversations un peu coquines sur le court terme comme sur le long terme.

J’adorerais apprendre ce qui vous excite, entendre les récits de vos expériences, et vous parler des miennes.

Je trouve qu’il n’y a rien de plus sexy qu’une femme qui assume sa sexualité.

Quelques mots sur moi: cheveux noirs, 1m85, j’ai vécu dans 5 villes dans 3 pays, j’aime la musique, aller au musée, découvrir de nouvelles cultures, les randonnées, et…

J’ai hâte de vous rencontrer, et de pouvoir partager. La vraie vie passe avant tout, il peut donc arriver que je ne puisse pas répondre pendant plusieurs jours, j’espère que ça ne vous gênera pas, et de mon côté je serai tout aussi flexible.

Je vous embrasse !

Staring into the bottom of my glass at the nearest bar to our place, I keep wondering how it had all come to this: me waiting patiently here while your colleague was fucking you, with my reluctant consent.

A few months ago, I had to move away for a great job opportunity, while your work forced you to stay in our town. We decided to make it work long distance, but a few weeks ago you shared with me the frustration of not being able to have as much sex as you needed because of my absence, and after long negociations and arguing, I had agreed for you to start dating, as long as it was purely sexual. You had been telling me about your colleague David for a while now, and with our relationship opening up on your side, I tried my best to come over more often so that you wouldn't actually go through with it.

So I came over today, after a long trip, to surprise you. You were extremely happy to see me this afternoon, but to my shock you told me you had a date with David this evening and that you couldn't postpone it because there was so little notice. I guess it's on me for having tried to surprise you.

The bottom line is, I'm still in this bar while you left for your date with David. You didn't want me home because David didn't really know about our open arrangement.

My phone vibrates: "he just left, you can come back!"

I walked back home, heavy hearted, not knowing what to expect...

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Please jump straight into the roleplay and pick up where I left off.

A variant of this, if you prefer, is that you decide to have me stay hidden in our guest room when David comes over, just let me know which variant you prefer (me coming back home after the fact, or staying hidden while it happens in front of me), and jump straight into it

C’est fort probablement partagé, mais dès que j’ai commencé à me faire du bien, j’ai eu besoin de trouver des pensées, des souvenirs, des images gravées dans ma mémoire pour animer mon désir. Très souvent c’était des filles de mon âge, sexy, vêtues pour plaire.

Je me suis toujours demandé si ça leur aurait fait plaisir de savoir que je jouisse en pensant à elle. Pour dire la vérité, ça m’aurait plus qu’elles jouissent en pensant à moi. (Merci Chloé pour m’avoir avoué ça).

Je dois aussi admettre adorer les femmes qui assument leur beauté, leurs désirs sexuels. Une femme en jupe, en décolleté, ou même avec des vêtements un peu moulants a tout de suite un ascendant sur moi. Je fais évidemment de mon mieux pour ne jamais avoir un regard insistant, car mon admiration s’étend bien évidemment au fait que je ne voudrais pas les gêner.

C’est très simple : aujourd’hui je recherche une femme qui voudrait que je jouisse en pensant à elle. Je suis ouvert à en parler, peut-être faire un roleplay pour celles qui en aurait envie. Je suis preneur de descriptions, de photos ou vidéos.

Just last week, as I was having a lunch break with a colleague, I noticed her nipples were hard through her top. I made sure not to stare, but they were still in my peripheral vision. Somehow I started feeling a bit of a rush, and I was starting to swell. I knew I couldn’t get hard in the office like this, it was not professional.

I tried to keep a cool mind, managed the conversation, hoping it would distract me from the thoughts I was having, picturing her breasts. The harder I was fighting the arousal, the harder I was getting. Not a regular boner. I could feel my warm cock along my leg, lifting my trunks and pants, stretching them.

Still I was acting as natural as I possibly could, knowing the table was hiding the raging erection she was causing me with knowing. I felt like she had me in the palm of her hand. If she’d wanted to eat her out, I would’ve. Hell, I would have actually begged her to let me eat her out. In that moment, she didn’t realise that she owned me, and could have gotten me to do anything for her.

Which made me wonder: how many of you women realise the power you wield over men when you get them hard?