u/throwingthisaway095

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There was a reason why I didn't hit the town with the girls very often, only when they were very persistent.

They probably thought I was being boring, but in truth I loved getting out and letting my hair down.

The real problem was what happened when I did go out and have a few drinks. I always got the horn... Not just a little bit, either, like to the point where I had to leave.. looking around at groups of boisterous men and imagining what they could do to me if they got between my thighs.

A married mum of two shouldn't think like that, but I just couldn't help myself.

Luckily for me, I wasn't a tall slim blonde that dressed slutty, so encounters with such men weren't too much of a danger. Or so I thought.

That was until tonight. As usual, my friends had started to scatter around several nearby bars, all going AWOL until I was left on my own waiting for someone to come back. Fuck it, I'd finish my drink and get a cab home. Hopefully my husband would still be up and ready to have some adult fun. However, part of me, even though I knew it was wrong, longed for the kind of fuck that a loving husband could never deliver...

Then you appeared. Light hearted, flirty, oozing charisma and very much attractive enough to hold my attention. In a very short space of time you had me hook line and sinker. The moment you'd admitted you were from out of town and had a hotel room a few minutes walk away I knew I was about to do something that I might regret but very much enjoy... There was something about you that told me it wouldn't be a straight forward quickie. Everything about the way you were working me over with your wit said that you knew exactly what you were doing, and exactly what you wanted to do to me.

Then you moved in and kissed me. The rest was a blur and before I knew it you were opening your hotel room door and pulling me inside....

I still wasn't sure, wasn't certain what this was going to be. Would it be a quick five minutes in missionary? something fun but similar to what I could have received if I'd been a good girl and retreated home? Or were you about to prove my judgement was right, and that you were far from a gentleman.

The answer came in just a few moments. First, your strong arms spinning me before we'd had chance to move more than a few paces into the room, firmly but gently bending me forwards. A hand sliding the fabric of my dress up over my full pale rump of an ass. A spank that echoed, followed by another for good measure. My ass tingled and burned. Then, the final telling moment. The sound and feeling as your hand grabbed my panties and tore them from me and tossed them aside.

Hey all,

If you enjoyed my prompt let me know and let's play!

Kinks are open, the main theme I'm going for here is that I'm tired of gentle loving sex, and end up on the receiving end of a true fucking...

Limits that I see being a thing here are toilet play, hard pain and violence and lasting damage. I have more limits but within the scene I've set out I don't see them being an issue.

Hit me up and let's have some midweek fun.

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There was a reason why I didn't hit the town with the girls very often, only when they were very persistent.

They probably thought I was being boring, but in truth I loved getting out and letting my hair down.

The real problem was what happened when I did go out and have a few drinks. I always got the horn... Not just a little bit, either, like to the point where I had to leave.. looking around at groups of boisterous men and imagining what they could do to me if they got between my thighs.

A married mum of two shouldn't think like that, but I just couldn't help myself.

Luckily for me, I wasn't a tall slim blonde that dressed slutty, so encounters with such men weren't too much of a danger. Or so I thought.

That was until tonight. As usual, my friends had started to scatter around several nearby bars, all going AWOL until I was left on my own waiting for someone to come back. Fuck it, I'd finish my drink and get a cab home. Hopefully my husband would still be up and ready to have some adult fun. However, part of me, even though I knew it was wrong, longed for the kind of fuck that a loving husband could never deliver...

Then you appeared. Light hearted, flirty, oozing charisma and very much attractive enough to hold my attention. In a very short space of time you had me hook line and sinker. The moment you'd admitted you were from out of town and had a hotel room a few minutes walk away I knew I was about to do something that I might regret but very much enjoy... There was something about you that told me it wouldn't be a straight forward quickie. Everything about the way you were working me over with your wit said that you knew exactly what you were doing, and exactly what you wanted to do to me.

Then you moved in and kissed me. The rest was a blur and before I knew it you were opening your hotel room door and pulling me inside....

I still wasn't sure, wasn't certain what this was going to be. Would it be a quick five minutes in missionary? something fun but similar to what I could have received if I'd been a good girl and retreated home? Or were you about to prove my judgement was right, and that you were far from a gentleman.

The answer came in just a few moments. First, your strong arms spinning me before we'd had chance to move more than a few paces into the room, firmly but gently bending me forwards. A hand sliding the fabric of my dress up over my full pale rump of an ass. A spank that echoed, followed by another for good measure. My ass tingled and burned. Then, the final telling moment. The sound and feeling as your hand grabbed my panties and tore them from me and tossed them aside.

Hey all,

If you enjoyed my prompt let me know and let's play!

Kinks are open, the main theme I'm going for here is that I'm tired of gentle loving sex, and end up on the receiving end of a true fucking...

Limits that I see being a thing here are toilet play, hard pain and violence and lasting damage. I have more limits but within the scene I've set out I don't see them being an issue.

Hit me up and let's have some midweek fun.

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Hey y'all

Annie, 38 F here.

So, first off, Im not a slim blonde with fake titties and daddy issues. I'm tiny at 5' flat and whilst that gives me a petite lil frame, I've always had a bit of cushion on top. That does mean I'm blessed with DD cup titties and a big round butt. I have milky white skin and I've always looked younger than my age, even now in my late 30s I could pass for a mid twenties gal quite easily.

The one thing mother nature did absolutely bless me with

.. a tight pussy. I mean VICE right. So much so it's been commented on by medical professionals in the past...

All of the above put together made me a good fuck, too good in most cases. Having a lil weight means that when I throw that ass down in cowgirl or reverse cowgirl it's sometimes game over in 30 seconds. If I'm lucky enough to get a man that can last, on top is where I cum, but that's a rarity. At first I thought it was just my partners, but after my third sexual partner had the same issues I started to realize it's all me baby...

In my early 20s, whilst at uni and back home visiting, house parties were always going on. I went through a phase between relationships where I was a little... Self destructive shall we say, and exploring my naughtier side while I was at it. I'd find the most alpha douchebag guy in the room and see if I could bed him, with the goal of absolutely running through him like a train, showing him that a lil curvy cutey could make him cum in minutes.

That said, a couple of those guys could talk the talk AND walk the walk... And I ended up on the recieving end of a few brutal fuckings... But that was all part of the fun. The finding out was hotter than hell.

Anyone wanna take me back to those days? Perhaps as a now 38 year old I decide to try my luck again to see if I still have it... Or we can just reminisce and run it back...

On a girly vacay with the girls on some party resort in the med... Clubbing and trying to be overly flirty with groups of younger men would be my suggesting for a take on going back to see if I still got it at 38... But your suggestions are welcome.

If anyone would be down I'd even like to play out two separate encounters. One that goes the way of me completely sexually decimating a poor guy, maybe his friend who's sharing an apartment with him then decides to have a go or come back with him to double team me.

If anyone wants to chat or play something.. I'm all ears.

A.