u/rottingworms

After my divorce I struggled with body image for a while. Then I read something about self-pleasure and mirrors and decided to try it.

Now once or twice a week I set up my full-length mirror, light the room softly, and masturbate while watching myself. At first it felt awkward seeing my stretch marks and mom belly, but something shifted. I started appreciating how my body moves when I’m turned on — the way my breasts bounce, how my thighs tremble, the faces I make when I’m close.

I love spreading my legs wide and watching my fingers or toys disappear inside me. Seeing my clit swell and get shiny with wetness is incredibly hot. Last week I came so hard while maintaining eye contact with myself in the mirror that I actually said “good girl” out loud.

It’s been incredibly healing and erotic at the same time.

I’m 42, married, and have discovered that my husband has a massive thing for my farts. It started as a joke but now it’s one of our favorite intimate rituals.

I work out most mornings and have a big protein shake plus two cups of coffee. By the time I get home in the evening my stomach is usually very active. Instead of excusing myself to the bathroom like I used to, I’ll change into comfy clothes and call my husband into the bedroom.

I make him lie on the bed, straddle his face, and slowly lower myself down. The first fart is usually the loudest — a long, warm, deep one that I can feel vibrating against his mouth. He moans every time. I love teasing him, grinding slowly while letting out smaller, smellier ones right on his nose. The smell is always strong after my workouts — earthy, protein-heavy, and very feminine.

The best part is how turned on I get from the power dynamic. Knowing he’s inhaling my gas while I’m sitting on his face makes me so wet. We usually end up fucking right after and he’s always rock hard.

I’ve always had a small clit and figured that was just how I was built. After my divorce at 40 I started exploring my body more seriously. I joined this community and began a routine with pumping 3-4 times a week plus consistent topical application.

Eight months later and I’m stunned by the difference. My clit has easily doubled in size when erect. It’s thicker, longer, and so much more prominent. The best change is how it feels during sex — I can actually feel my partner rubbing against it in positions that used to do nothing for me. I get wetter faster and my orgasms are way more intense, sometimes to the point where I have to tap out because it’s overwhelming.

I wish I’d started this years ago. It feels like I unlocked a new level of pleasure I didn’t know existed.

I’m 42 and have been married for 15 years. Early in our relationship I noticed my husband always lingered on my feet during massages. At first I thought it was cute, but over time he confessed how much they turn him on.

Now it’s become a regular part of our intimacy. I get a fresh pedicure every two weeks (usually deep red or burgundy because he loves the contrast against my skin). When I come home with pretty toes, he’ll spend ages kissing, licking, and sucking them. The way he worships my arches and heels makes me incredibly wet. I’ve started teasing him by wearing sheer stockings or dangling my sandals around the house.

What I love most is how confident it makes me feel about my feet. At 42, knowing they can drive him wild gives me a special kind of power.

Any other women with partners who have foot fetishes? How has it changed your intimacy?

This happened about 5 years ago. My husband’s best friend (same community, we’ve known each other for years) started giving me attention during family functions. At first it was just flirting with eyes, but one night when my husband was traveling for work, he came over to “drop something off.”

We ended up talking for hours, then one thing led to another. The sex was passionate and risky in a way I’d never experienced. He was much more dominant and attentive than my husband. We only met a few times before guilt took over and we stopped, but those encounters woke up something in me.

Now I carry that secret with me. Sometimes when my husband is inside me I secretly remember those nights and it makes me cum faster.

Has anyone else had a forbidden Desi affair that you still think about years later? Did it change your marriage?

For years I mocked traditional women online. “Internalized misogyny,” I’d call it. Then during the pandemic I started reading more about submission and found myself shamefully turned on. The idea of a man leading, providing, and claiming me completely started invading my thoughts.

I began watching trad content while touching myself. The fantasy of dropping my feminist armor, dressing more feminine, and being proudly owned made me cum harder than anything else. Now I fantasize about being bred, kept pregnant and barefoot, serving my man after he comes home from work.

The shame of my old posts combined with this new craving makes the kink so much hotter.

Women who went from feminist to wanting a trad dynamic — what was the first fantasy that cracked your armor?

I woke up horny last Saturday with the rain pouring down. Instead of being productive, I grabbed my favorite toys, closed the curtains, and decided the whole day belonged to my pussy. I started slow — just teasing my clit with my fingers while scrolling through endless BBC, gangbang, and edging compilations.

By hour two I was in full goon mode. Legs spread wide, vibrator on low, eyes glazed over. I kept myself right on the edge for hours, switching between different tabs and toys. Every time I felt close I’d stop, breathe, and start again. My mind was completely empty except for the moans coming from my laptop.

By late afternoon I was a dripping, sweaty mess. I finally let myself cum around 8pm after edging for almost 10 straight hours. The orgasm was so intense I actually squirted a little and my legs wouldn’t stop shaking. I felt completely blissed out and brain-melted in the best way.

Has anyone else had a full-day goon session like this as an adult? What’s the longest you’ve ever successfully edged?

Every time I have a date with my Black bull, I make my husband sit on the bed and watch me get ready. I’ll slowly put on the sexy dress he bought me, the heels, the lingerie that barely covers anything… all while a BBC compilation plays on the TV.

I make him stroke his little white dick but not cum. I tease him about how my bull is going to ruin me for him again, how I’ll come home sore and satisfied in ways he can never manage. By the time I leave, he’s usually leaking and desperate.

When I get home I make him smell my used panties or lick me while I tell him everything. The contrast between his eager submission and my bull’s dominance turns me on so much.

Other hotwives or girlfriends — what are your favorite ways to tease and train your whiteboi before or after dates?

I’m a 42-year-old mom with a very healthy sex drive that hasn’t slowed down one bit. My body is still curvy and soft in all the right places, and I take good care of myself. But lately my fantasies have been completely taken over by something I know is so wrong… yet it turns me on more than anything else ever has.

I keep imagining coming home earlier than expected and quietly walking down the hallway toward my son’s room. His door is slightly open, and I hear soft, rhythmic sounds. When I peek in, there he is — my handsome, grown son (in his early 20s), lying back on his bed with his pants around his ankles, slowly stroking his hard cock. And in his other hand? My favorite pair of black lace panties that had gone missing from the laundry.

Instead of getting angry or leaving, I feel a rush of heat between my legs. I stand there watching him for a while, biting my lip as he strokes faster, quietly moaning “Mom… fuck…” under his breath. My nipples get hard and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

Finally I gently push the door open. He freezes, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. But I just smile softly and say, “Don’t stop on my account, baby. Mommy’s been wondering why my panties keep disappearing…”

I walk over to the bed, sit on the edge, and gently take the panties from his hand. Then I wrap my fingers around his cock and start slowly stroking him myself, looking into his eyes. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? Your own mother’s hands on you?”

Before long I lean down and take him into my mouth, sucking him gently at first, then deeper, while whispering how much Mommy has secretly wanted this too.

The thought of crossing that line with my own son makes me absolutely soaked every single time I think about it.

Who wants to explore this fantasy with me?
I’m looking for detailed, slow-burn RP with good writing and buildup. Tell me your age in the role (early-mid 20s preferred) and how you’d like to start (maybe you’re already touching yourself when I walk in, or you want me to describe catching you, etc.).

I’m very open to your ideas as long as we keep it naughty and taboo.

I work from home most days and have a lot of Zoom meetings. A few months ago I got so turned on during a boring call that I slipped my hand into my pants and quietly rubbed my clit under the desk. I stayed on mute and came hard while nodding along like nothing was happening.

Now it’s become a naughty habit. I wear dresses or skirts with no panties on days I know I’ll have back-to-back calls. The risk of getting caught makes it so much hotter. Last week I even used a small bullet vibrator on low during a team meeting and had to bite my lip to stay quiet when I orgasmed.

I feel like such a dirty secret-keeping professional woman. Has anyone else brought their naughty side into their work-from-home routine?

Instead of rushing to the main event, I now spend time teasing my entire body first — inner thighs, neck, breasts, lower belly, then finally my clit and entrance. The anticipation is everything.

I use feathers, soft fabric, my fingertips, and then gradually bring in toys. By the time I focus direct stimulation where I need it most, I’m already soaked and throbbing. The release is intense and satisfying in a way quick sessions never were.

It feels luxurious and respectful to my body, like I’m finally listening to what it actually wants.

Has anyone else shifted toward slower, more sensual full-body stimulation as they’ve gotten older? What’s your go-to teasing routine?

After my divorce I promised myself I’d get better at knowing my own body. So I bought this fancy suction toy everyone was talking about. I honestly thought it might be overhyped.

First time I used it I was almost embarrassed by how loud I got. I had to bite a pillow. Now it’s part of my weekend routine — coffee, shower, then me and my toy while the sunlight comes through the window. No rush, no pressure to look a certain way, no one else’s pleasure to worry about.

There’s something incredibly freeing about being 42 and finally masturbating like I deserve it — slow, luxurious, multiple times if I feel like it.

You've been helping the divorced woman next door with chores for weeks. Tonight she invites you down to her 'wine cellar' for thanks. The door locks behind you. 'You've been such a good boy... but now you're mine for the weekend.'

Dim lights reveal ropes, paddles, a padded bench. I strip you, bind you spread-eagle, and start slow—teasing, slapping, then harder impact until you're begging. 'No one knows you're here. Scream all you want.' Riding you while pulling your hair, forcing eye contact. Multiple edges and forced orgasms break you down.

Dark dirty talk about owning your body completely. Ends with tender aftercare upstairs—baths, cuddles, checking in. 'Our little secret game.

Turning 42 brought perimenopause symptoms that affected our sex life—dryness, fluctuating energy, and sometimes lower drive. Instead of letting it create distance, my husband and I got proactive. We invested in good lube, talked more openly about what felt good on any given day, and focused on quality over frequency.

One memorable evening, after a stressful week, we took a long shower together. The warm water helped everything feel easier, and the non-penetrative play (oral, hands, toys) turned into some of the most satisfying sex we've had recently. No pressure for 'perfect' PIV— just focusing on pleasure and closeness. It reminded me that married sex evolves, and adapting together makes it stronger.

I'm learning to be kinder to my changing body, and he's been wonderfully supportive. It's made our connection deeper in some ways.

Women in your 40s dealing with perimenopause or body changes: How has it affected your married sex life, and what adjustments helped you stay intimate and satisfied? Husbands/partners, what's been helpful from your side?

42F who stays active with gym and hiking but needs some extra motivation lately. Requesting pics of hard cocks fresh from the shower or after a solid workout—that pumped, flushed look with water droplets or sweat sheen is incredibly hot. Love girth and length that shows real presence, nice balls too if you're comfortable.

A couple years ago at 40, I was on a work trip in another city and ended up at the hotel bar after a long conference day. I started chatting with a guy named Alex who was there for the same event—charming, funny, no pressure vibe. One thing led to another, and we ended up in my room. When clothes came off, I was genuinely surprised by his size. It was one of those moments where you do a double-take—long, thick, and rock hard.

We didn't rush. Lots of making out and touching first, which helped. Even with that, getting him inside took patience and lube. The sensation was intense—a deep, stretching fullness that made every movement noticeable. Doggy felt incredible for the angle, but cowgirl let me set the pace so it didn't overwhelm. He was respectful and focused on my pleasure, which made the whole thing hotter. I came harder than I had in a while from the combination of physical and mental stimulation. We laughed about the 'challenge' afterward over room service.

It was just one night, but memorable because of the unexpected intensity and how well we clicked despite it being casual. As a 42-year-old woman who's had her share of experiences, it reminded me that surprises still happen. The key was clear consent and taking time—no assumptions.

At 42, my husband and I had been married for 18 years when we started talking about swinging. It wasn't a wild mid-life crisis—just growing curiosity after years of a solid but routine sex life. We spent months reading, listening to podcasts, and discussing boundaries before dipping our toes in. Our first experience was at a small house party through a verified swinger site.

We were nervous as hell driving there. The hosts were welcoming, and the vibe was low-pressure with mostly other couples in their 30s-50s. We started with flirting in the common areas, then moved to a private room with another couple around our age. It was soft swap only—kissing, touching, oral. Watching my husband with her and feeling her husband's hands on me was intense. There were moments of jealousy that hit unexpectedly, but we checked in with each other constantly like we promised. The aftercare back at home (long talk in bed, reassurance) was almost as important as the night itself.

We learned a lot: communication beforehand is everything, and it's okay if not everything feels perfect the first time. We're excited to explore more but taking it slow.

Other newbies in their 40s: What was your first soft swap or party like? How did you handle unexpected emotions, and what rules helped you feel secure?

Throwaway account because this is heavy. I’m 42, divorced, with my own grown kids. A few years ago my sister’s son (he’s 26 now) needed a place to stay after a breakup and job loss. He’s always been close to me—more like a friend than a strict nephew. He crashed on my couch for a couple months.

Living together shifted things. We cooked meals, watched shows late, talked about his dating disasters and my post-divorce loneliness. He’s mature, respectful, and attractive in that grown-up way. One rainy evening we were sharing a blanket on the couch, joking around, and a playful shove turned into a kiss. We stopped immediately, shocked, but the next night it happened again, and we didn’t stop. The first time was nervous and passionate—he was attentive, checking in constantly. Since then it’s continued sporadically even after he got his own place. We meet when schedules allow, always consensual and private.

It’s complicated because of family ties, but we both see it as two adults who found comfort and chemistry. There’s no pressure, just mutual understanding and enjoyment. The secrecy adds intensity, but we’re both clear it stays between us. At my age, it’s reminded me I’m still vibrant and wanted. Writing it out like this feels freeing, even if I can never say it aloud.

I've been active in BDSM for about 8 years now, but at 42 I feel like I'm finally hitting a new level of understanding my own submission. After a long vanilla marriage that ended in my late 30s, I started exploring kink tentatively—mostly impact and light bondage at first. But my current dynamic with my partner (he's 47) has pushed me into structured service and protocols that I never expected to crave so much.

It started with small things: making his coffee exactly the way he likes it every morning while kneeling beside him, wearing a discreet day collar under my work clothes, and texting him when I leave/arrive at places as a check-in. Over the last year we've layered in more—weekly 'maintenance' sessions where he reviews my obedience, assigns tasks like journaling my thoughts on submission, or positions I have to hold while he reads or works. The mental side hits harder than the physical sometimes. There's this deep calm that comes from knowing my role and being held accountable in a caring way.

The most intense part recently was a full weekend where I was in full service mode—no decisions on my own, wearing only what he chose, focusing entirely on his needs with massages, cooking, and intimate use on his schedule. The drop afterward was real, but his aftercare (baths, cuddles, talking through everything) made me feel so seen. I didn't think at my age I'd be this deeply into protocol, but it fulfills something I didn't know was missing.

Fellow subs (especially those who found kink later in life): What protocols or service elements have brought the most fulfillment to your dynamic? Any advice on balancing it with a busy career and family life without burning out?