I’m a pillow-humping addict. I’m a guy, and one of my biggest kinks is the idea of random girls watching me. I know it sounds weird, but it’s something that really turns me on and has become a habit for me over time, it’s something I constantly think about. The excitement and adrenaline from imagining people watching me makes the feeling even stronger. Js drop 💌 if u like watching random guys
I was devirginized when I was 18 years old by a 30-year-old man. He was a dominant guy who taught me the art of being a submissive girl. What made our situation more thrilling was when I found out that he was already in a relationship. He was engaged to his girlfriend of 3 years. Cheating had always been one of his kinks.
Instead of being turned off by him, it pushed me to become his favorite pet. We explored many kinks together such as golden showers, edging, vibrator play like he put vibrator on my pussy for an hour while I'm tied in bed or when we're on outside, anal play, role dynamics, double penetration, and many other things. There was a lot more that we experienced together. We eventually ended our FUBU setup when I got married.
But anyway, I thought being submissive was the only thing I could offer in bed. Then there was this guy I met on OKC. I swiped back because I thought he was a dominant too, but when we started talking, to my surprise, he was actually a submissive one.
At first, he asked me if I knew what rimming was. I thought he meant that he wanted to rim my ass, so I got turned on. But then he asked if I could rim his ass instead. Out of curiosity, I agreed.
As our conversation continued, we eventually talked about golden showers, which wasn't new to me since my ex-FUBU used to do it with me. Later on, he told me he wanted to send me a video. I was surprised when I saw a butt plug play video of him. He was also wearing unwashed lingerie that was full of dried cum. He even sent me a hands-free cum video.
He brought out my dominant side, and I agreed to peg him. So we met the next day, and he told me that he didn’t have a strap-on, so I suggested that I could use a cucumber instead, which he bought before our meetup.
When we got to the inn, he was already wearing the butt plug and lingerie. I made him suck my boobs first while spanking his ass. I also slapped his small dick and teased him about how small and useless it was. I even found something to tie with and tied his balls.
Before our meetup, he also suggested that I should go to the gym first so I’d get sweaty. Apparently, one of his kinks was the smell of sweat, so he started licking the sweat off my body.
After the foreplay, I removed the butt plug from his asshole. I embarrassed him by saying, "Ang luwag mo na, mas maluwag pa sa puke ko, tang ina mo." I noticed that his dick got even harder.
I suddenly shoved my three fingers inside him without any warning. I saw the pain in his eyes at first, but eventually, the pain turned into pleasure. After that, I put the cucumber inside his hole. He really liked it and said I hit his G-spot. It made him cum hands-free without saying anything.
I got so mad at him, saying, "You're a useless pet, you don't obey your master." As punishment, I gave him post-cum torture. He felt ticklish and ngilo on his dick. I also made him eat his cum and the cucumber that fucked him.
That was the first sexual experience where I felt pleasured and satisfied, even though I didn’t cum.
After the play, he praised me and said that for a beginner female dom, I did a good job degrading and dominating him. We met up several more times, and the most intense play we did was when he encouraged me to have a threesome with a trans.
I quickly rejected the idea because I wasn’t really into it. But he kept begging me, so I gave him a condition: he had to put his dick in a cage for one week and always wear a vibrator at work for 8 hours.
He passed the challenge, so I agreed.
You know what the dirtiest part of our threesome was? We double penetrated his asshole. The trans used her dick while I used a strap-on. The trans also fucked me—yes, I agreed to be fucked by a trans.
We also did train fucking. I was in the middle, and in front of me was my FUBU.
To be continue...
37 F,33M married 🫠
Missing hubby agad.kaka alis lang.
hindi kami nakapag do kanina dahil naulan need umalis ng mas early para sa work.
ang hirap for me 😆 wet pussy craving for his dick,hard nipples tapos ang lamig na sa amin. dagdag excitement sana. huhu
sabi ko sa kanya. sayang hindi tayo nakapag creampie ngayon.
aba sabi ba naman mamaya nalang daw. sana lang hindi ganun kapagod later. para mas masarap ang doggy 😭
sana all nalang sa may dilig ngayong umaga. haha
Hi everyone, first time I share here.I am long time lurker and I noticed you guys enjoy stories with travel, chemistry, and unexpected tension. So I thought I share mine.
This happened last Christmas with a Filipina chef I was talking more than one year.I thought she came to Turkey for my grandmother’s recipes.Turns out, recipes were just an excuse.
M = 46-year-old Filipina chef
Me = Turkish guy telling the story
Part 1.
So this happened last Christmas holiday.
I was talking with one Filipina woman for more than one year. Let’s call her M. She was 46 years old, a chef, very talented and really cute woman. For her age, she was very fit and sexy too. You know some women, when they get older, they don’t lose energy. They become more dangerous. M was like that.
At first it was like normal long distance friendship. Food, culture, family, daily life, sometimes stupid jokes. But after some time, our chats became more naughty. Late night talks, small hints, sometimes virtual teasing, her cute laugh, her soft moans, and her body that really did not look like her age. So after some time, I could not say it was just friendship anymore.
Sometimes I was sending her photos of foods my grandmother made. Cabbage rolls, börek, olive oil dishes, homemade jam, yogurt, winter foods. Every time she was getting very excited.
M: “Your grandmother is the real chef.”
Then she also said:
M: “I am professional, but she cooks from heart.”
Sometimes she joked:
M: “One day I will come there and steal all her secrets.”
I was just laughing because in long distance chats people say these things. “One day I come”, “one day we meet”, “one day we cook together.” Usually it stays only words.
But in beginning of December, she sent me one photo.
It was a plane ticket.
Under that she wrote:
M: “I’m coming to visit you. Tell your grandmother to prepare her secrets.”
At first I thought she was joking.
Me: “Don’t play with me like that.”
But it was not joke. She was really coming to Turkey.
At that time I left my job and my money was not very comfortable. So I started thinking how I will host her, where we can go, how we can enjoy with low budget.
But M did not care much about that. She only wrote:
M: “I don’t need luxury. I want real Turkey. Your grandmother’s food, your streets, your winter, your coffee. And maybe… you.”
When I read that “maybe you” part, I just looked at my phone for few seconds.
Because yes, we talked naughty before. But now the chance to live it face to face became very real.
When Christmas week came, I picked her up from airport. She was beautiful in photos but in real life she was different. More warm, more alive, more woman. She had long coat, her luggage in hand, and that smile I already knew from video calls.
When she saw me, she hugged me directly.
M: “Finally.”
I smiled.
Me: “Welcome to Turkey, chef.”
And in my head I only thought:
This holiday will not be normal.
There is no direct flight to my city, so after airport we needed to take bus. M was very tired because of long flight, but still she was trying to keep her energy.
M: “First lesson of real Turkey?”
Me: “Long bus ride.”
She laughed, but after 20-30 minutes in bus, she became quiet. She tried to put her head on window but road was shaking. She could not get comfortable, then she looked at me.
M: “Can I?”
I showed my shoulder.
Me: “Of course.”
She put her head on my shoulder. At first it was really innocent. She was tired, sleepy, and I was trying not to move so she can sleep comfortable. But after few minutes, her hand dropped on my leg.
At first I thought she did it while sleeping.
Her palm was resting a little above my knee. Her fingers were not moving, but I could feel her warmth even through my pants. I looked outside from window and tried to act normal.
But then her fingers slowly moved.
First she made small movements on my knee. Then her palm went a little higher. I felt sudden heat inside me.
I thought, “She is sleeping.”
But no. She was not sleeping.
Her head was still on my shoulder, but there was a small smile on her lips. Her hand moved slowly to inside part of my thigh. Very slow, very controlled. Like she was testing how far she can go.
I was trying not to react. Seriously, I was trying my best. We were in bus, people were around, and she just arrived. But with her head on my shoulder, her smell so close, and her hand on my leg, it was very hard to stay calm.
I was tightening my leg, controlling my breath. I was looking at lights and signs outside to distract my mind.
But M noticed.
M: “You’re tense.”
Me: “Because you’re dangerous.”
She laughed very softly.
Then her hand went a little higher.
This time it was not innocent.
She started touching me very lightly over my pants. Maybe someone looking from outside would not understand, but for me it was very clear. Slow, careful, like she was just doing it to make me crazy.
Inside my head I was saying, “stay calm, stay calm.”
But my body did not listen to me.
When M felt my reaction, her hand stopped for a second. Then she pressed her palm a little more. When she understood how much she affected me, she laughed silently without lifting her head from my shoulder.
M: “Hmm.”
That one sound made everything worse.
Me: “M…”
M: “What?”
Me: “You know what you’re doing.”
She opened her eyes a little and looked at me. Sleepy but very naughty look.
M: “I’m just checking if you’re happy to see me.”
Tangina.
I did not know what to answer because yes, it was very obvious.
She did not remove her hand. Opposite, she stayed there a little more. Not rough, not fast. More like “I feel this and I like it.”
I grabbed the side of the seat.
Me: “We are in bus.”
M: “I know.”
Me: “People are here.”
M: “I know.”
Then she came a little closer to my ear and whispered:
M: “Then behave.”
After saying this, while her hand was still there, she put her head back on my shoulder.
That moment I understood the game already started before we even arrived my city. But M was not doing it fast. She was playing very calm. I think she liked that I was trying to control myself.
After a while, she removed her hand, put her fingers between my fingers, and closed her eyes like nothing happened.
But few minutes later she said only one word, very low voice:
M: “Later.”
Only that.
And all bus ride, that word stayed in my head.
When we arrived home, it was already late. M was still looking tired when we got out from bus, but that playful look in her eyes was still there. And in my mind, I was still hearing her last word:
Later.
My grandmother welcomed us at the door. M suddenly became very sweet guest mode, like she was not the same woman teasing me in bus.
M: “Merhaba.”
She said it with broken Turkish.
My grandmother smiled.
Grandmother: “Hoş geldin kızım.”
M understood little bit and looked at me.
M: “She called me kızım?”
Me: “Yes.”
She smiled.
M: “I like her already.”
The table was ready. Of course my grandmother made too much food. Cabbage rolls, börek, olive oil dishes, homemade jam, yogurt. After first bite, M closed her eyes.
M: “Oh my God.”
My grandmother looked at me.
Grandmother: “Beğendi mi?”
Me: “I think she liked it very much.”
M asked everything one by one.
M: “What is inside this?”
M: “How she rolls this?”
M: “Where this sour taste comes from?”
My grandmother was explaining half Turkish, half with hands. I was translating between them. M was really listening carefully. You could understand she is chef. She was not just eating, she was trying to understand.
At one moment my grandmother went to kitchen, and M followed her immediately.
M: “I need to see.”
My grandmother showed her how to prepare cabbage, how the filling must be, how to roll it tight. M was happy like a child. She took notes on phone, recorded some videos.
I was watching them from kitchen door.
Then M turned to me, winked, and said with very innocent voice:
M: “I came for the secrets.”
I smiled.
Me: “I know.”
But her eyes were saying something else.
Later night came. My grandmother got tired and went to her room. House became quiet. Outside was cold, inside there was food smell from kitchen, hot tea and low light.
M was leaning on the kitchen counter. She was wearing comfortable sweater, her hair was tied. She looked tired, but her eyes were still awake.
M: “Your grandmother is amazing.”
Me: “She liked you too.”
M: “I know. I’m very likable.”
I laughed.
Me: “Too confident.”
She came little closer to me.
M: “No. Just honest.”
There was short silence between us. The tension from bus came back. But this time there were no strangers around. Only us, night, and quiet house.
I was collecting tea glasses. M came beside me. She was standing very close. Her shoulder touched my arm.
M: “Polat.”
Me: “Hm?”
M: “Do you know something?”
Me: “What?”
She looked at me. Her voice became lower.
M: “Recipes were just an excuse.”
I put the glass on counter.
M came one step closer.
M: “I came to taste you.”
She said it so calm that for few seconds I could not answer.
Then she smiled.
M: “Too much?”
Me: “No. Just dangerous.”
M: “Good.”
We did not talk more.
First kiss was not fast. First her lips touched mine, like she was testing everything that stayed on screen for one year. Then her tongue slowly entered my mouth. After that, all calm was gone. My hands went to her waist and I pulled her to me. M did not hold back. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me harder.
This time we were not on screen.
This time I was not hearing her voice from headphones.
She was really in front of me.
Her lips were warm, her tongue slow but confident. I went down to her neck and kissed softly. Her breathing changed.
M: “Quiet.”
She whispered it, then laughed at herself.
Me: “You started.”
M: “Then finish properly.”
Tangina.
I pushed her gently to kitchen counter. I kissed her lips, then her neck, then back to her jaw. Her hands went into my hair. Our kissing became more wet, more tongue. Sometimes she sucked my lip, then pulled back and smiled.
M: “Your grandmother is sleeping?”
Me: “Yes.”
M: “Good.”
That “good” was not innocent.
I put my hand under her sweater. Her skin was warm. M closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. When I moved my fingers from her waist up, she took my hand and guided it higher.
M: “Don’t be shy now.”
Me: “You were brave enough in bus.”
M: “Bus was appetizer.”
I tried not to laugh, but at the same time her hand went to my pants. This time there was nothing to hide. Her fingers found me and pressed slowly with her palm.
M: “Still happy to see me.”
Me: “Since the bus.”
M: “Poor you.”
Then she went down on her knees.
M did not do it in hurry. This was her most dangerous side. She was doing everything like it was normal, but her eyes had something else. First she looked at my belt, then to me. She had calm, confident smile.
M: “Still trying to behave?”
Me: “Not really.”
M: “Good.”
She opened my zipper slowly. Her hand was warm. Her fingers were very controlled, like she was touching a recipe in kitchen, careful but with hungry curiosity. When she touched me, she looked up for a moment.
M: “Since the bus?”
Me: “Since the airport.”
She smiled.
M: “Poor boy.”
Then she lowered her head and started with her mouth.
At first she did not rush. She only teased me, slow and controlled, like she wanted to taste every reaction first. I had to hold my breath not to make sound.
Because my grandmother was in next room, house was silent, and even small sound in kitchen felt too loud. But M knew this. I think she liked it. She knew I had to stay quiet while she was making it harder for me.
One hand was holding my thigh, the other hand was guiding me. She moved very slowly, then a little deeper, then pulled back again. It was not messy. It was controlled, wet, and very dangerous.
Me: “M…”
I whispered.
She did not stop.
She only looked up at me with those eyes, like she was saying, be quiet.
That was worse.
The woman I saw on screen for one year, the woman whose voice I heard at night, the woman I imagined sometimes, was now on her knees in my grandmother’s kitchen. And she was not rushing. She was enjoying it.
Sometimes she pulled back, smiled, then continued again. Every time she was testing my control. I held the edge of counter because my knees were getting weak.
M: “Quiet.”
She said it in low voice, then continued again.
Hearing that while she was on her knees in my grandmother’s kitchen almost destroyed me.
The smell of my grandmother’s food was still in the kitchen. Tea glasses were still on the counter. The whole house was quiet. And this 46-year-old Filipina chef, who said she came for recipes, was now making me forget every recipe in my head.
At one point I could not help it, I put my hand in her hair.
She closed her eyes for a second, like she liked that, and continued. She became slower when I was getting too close.
She was doing it on purpose.
Me: “Not here…”
I said while trying to breathe.
She pulled back slowly. Her lips were wet, and her hand was still on me.
M: “Already?”
She smiled.
Me: “You’re dangerous.”
M: “I told you. Recipes were excuse.”
Then she stood up.
I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard. Feeling my own taste in her mouth made my head spin. She smiled into the kiss like she knew she won that round.
Then I took her hand and brought her to the living room sofa.
House was still quiet. Lights were low. M sat on sofa, opened her legs a little and looked at me. In that look, there was no joke anymore.
M: “Your turn?”
I did not answer.
First I kneeled between her legs. I pulled her sweater slowly up. I kissed her stomach, then moved my lips higher. Before I even reached her chest, her breathing already changed.
I touched her breasts over her bra. She leaned her head back on the sofa and closed her eyes. Then I pulled the fabric down a little and kissed her there. Her body was warm, soft, and very woman. I kissed her slowly, then used my mouth more, teasing her until her fingers went into my hair.
M: “Polat…”
Me: “Quiet.”
This time I was the one smiling.
I kept kissing her body. I did not hurry because watching her trying to stay quiet was making me more hungry. Every time she almost made a sound, I moved lower, then came back up again just to tease her more.
M: “Don’t tease.”
Me: “You started in the bus.”
She bit her lower lip.
M: “Fair.”
Then I slowly removed her pants. Her underwear was already wet. I moved my finger lightly over the fabric. M’s legs tightened immediately.
I moved the fabric aside and tasted her for the first time.
M’s whole body became tense suddenly. She put her hand to her mouth but still a small sound came out. She leaned her head back on sofa and closed her eyes. Seeing that I affected her so fast made me more hungry.
I started slow. First with soft kisses, then my tongue moved slowly. M lost her breath. Her hips moved to me without control.
M: “Fuck…”
She whispered very low.
Me: “Too loud.”
She looked at me. Her eyes were already foggy.
M: “Then do it properly.”
After that sentence, I could not stay slow anymore.
I gave her more, more hungry, more focused. With every move of my tongue, her legs were shaking. One hand was pulling my hair, other hand was squeezing the sofa. The more she tried to stay quiet, the worse it became, because every sound she tried to hold came out broken, low, and more sexy.
When I noticed that, I played with rhythm on purpose. When she was getting close, I slowed down. Then I got faster again. M understood.
M: “You’re evil.”
She said it out of breath.
Me: “You taught me.”
When she heard this, she laughed a little, but the laugh turned into moan.
After a while, she put her legs on my shoulders. Now she was not trying to control herself anymore, only trying to keep quiet. Her hips were moving to me. Her face was red, hair messy. That mature, calm, confident chef was gone. Instead, there was a woman trying not to lose herself, breathing hard.
Damn, she was so impressive.
Because M was not only beautiful or sexy. Her reaction was impressive. Under all her age, experience, and confidence, seeing her lose control like this made my mind crazy.
At one point, she pressed her hand to her mouth, her whole body tightened. Her legs wrapped around me stronger.
M: “Don’t stop.”
She whispered.
I did not stop.
Few seconds later, she shook. Her voice almost came out loud but last second she pushed pillow to her face. A low, muffled moan came out. Then her body relaxed, and she was breathing hard.
When I lifted my head, she was looking at me.
Her eyes half closed, lips open, face completely red.
For a moment she said nothing.
Then she laughed very low.
M: “I came for recipes.”
I also laughed while trying to fix my breath.
Me: “Liar.”
She pulled me to herself and kissed me again.
M: “Okay. Maybe I came for this too.”
She said it between my lips.
Then she took my hand, pulled me beside her, and put her head on my chest.
That night we did not go further. We were at home, my grandmother was in next room, and risk to get caught was too much. But honestly, we did not need more.
Because from first night, both of us already understood:
For Christmas holiday, recipes were just the excuse.
PART 1 END.
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