Great look, fun pose, dynamic lighting... Clean your lens. Looking forward to seeing more.
dj_slide
joined 7 months ago
Quite probably. Two problems with that. We live on a sailboat far from any lifestyle clubs; this introduces all kinds of logistics complexities in getting to the LS clubs. Sure, that's an "Us" problem. We've gone to LS clubs and meetups, but our experience has very much been that it's a hookup scene. We tend to be a bit more demisexual and want a connection with our fuckbuddies. Quality over quantity, ya know? We also tried a few LS sites and apps. Those have been attempted scam, photo-collectors, hookup scene, wannabe bulls/cuckqueens (no, I don't want to humiliate your husband while we fuck), or some combination of those.
We're willing to hold out to find exactly the dynamic we want and explicitly indicate in our LS profiles.
Probably my favorite was the FWB arrangement with my best friend. I mean, sure, sex at work is great. But NSA, guilt-free sex with person I'm hanging out with anyway? That shaped my intimate relationships moving forward. The sexual dynamic set me up for a lifetime of a non-dysfunctional regard of sex, ethical non-monogamy, non-jealousy, and compersion.
Not mentioned earlier: the captain of the high school color guard dropped by my townhouse one night. I was initially very pissed off that someone just showed up at my home. More than that, I was seriously perplexed how the hell one of the hottest girls in school knew where I lived, much less know my name. Her best friend had gotten too drunk at a party and needed to sober up before getting dropped off at home. The captain and I were just chatting while her friend laid on the couch. I don't even remember how it happened, but we were suddenly making out and then in my bedroom having sex. It was very vanilla, and I was so nervous that I couldn't get off. It was all so surreal that I thought I dreamed it. The following Monday, my best friend (the lesbian) kidded me about hooking up with the captain of the guard. Turns out the captain was asking my friend about me, told her about the sex, and how to ask about being able to drop by more often. There were, for better and worse, no further visits.
Oh, absolutely. From 2015 until 2017, one of my lovers was a free use submissive. Whenever my best friend was in town, I'd have her come over and we would go to town on her together. He'd never done anal theretofore, so I would make sure he was properly lubed and guide him in. He quickly got the hang of it. But it was still fun to guide her onto him or guide him into her. He's married now and extracurricular play is not on the menu :/ Which is a bummer because my current partner is very into group games.
I was a very early bloomer, so my stories start earlier than you asked. Girls never had cooties in my book; I wanted to kiss girls since kindergarten. And I was (am) intractably horny. If sex addiction were a thing, I could be the poster boy for high-functioning addiction.
My female cousin was my next door neighbor, and she is two years older than I. She taught me how to masturbate one xmas morning. Best xmas gift ever! Every single opportunity for privacy, we were naked and all over each other, trying to find ways to feel good. My parents divorced when I was 6, and I moved away with my mother. My cousin and I would have definitely taken the play as far as we could had we stayed in proximity. We talked about our sexual journeys and adventures well into adulthood until we fell out of touch after she married. Having that open conversation, free of shame with a trusted sounding board, was an immense boon to my adolescent journey.
Up until about 10, I had a string of babysitters. The first one had an early teen daughter who frequently wanted to do naked playtimes, which I loved. She would climb on top of me and rub her naked crotch on mine until she was done. I was very disappointed when my mother got a new job and we moved away.
My next babysitter was the buddy of my mother's friend. He and I would sit on the couch watching TV. It wasn't long before he started groping my crotch. Despite knowing this was "wrong," and not being into boys at all, it still felt great. After a few nights of him groping me, I worked up the nerve to unzip my pants and encouraged him to go further. Things got really assertive, and before long he was jerking off in my mouth. His glans just barely fit in my face, but I was having fun.
After maybe a week of that, he started fucking my ass. Goddamn, that hurt and felt great at the same time! I loved the feeling of when he would cum in me and lay on top of me while he caught his breath. I didn't understand the cumming part at the time, but I enjoyed the slippery feeling when he was done. I would be antsy all day at class, looking forward to going to my babysitter after school got out. I got in "trouble" at least a few times by going straight to his room, pulling down my pants, and getting face down with a pillow under me. I wanted to do the bedroom stuff all the time. I absolutely welcomed everything that happened and still reflect fondly on my adventures in exploring my sexuality with him. I was very sad when his job relocated him. There weren't any babysitter adventures after that, and my mother decided I was old enough to be a latchkey kid.
When I was 14, I got my first "real" job. My boss was gay and always flirting with me. That was when I discovered top vs bottom. And he was very much a bottom. There was an elevated counter towards the back of the store. People couldn't really see what was going on there, but we could see everything. He would blow me and let me fuck him any time work was slow. I still wasn't into dudes, but any port in a storm, right sailor? :D Work has never been as fun as that. It was a lot of fun to quench my adolescent libido with another person, even if it wasn't with my preferred gender. I also fully realized that I'm very much a top/Dom and I had a drive to spank and slap sexual partners. Moreover, I realized there were people who enjoyed getting spanked and slapped during sex play.
Things actually got mostly tamer from there. I moved out on my own when I was 16. I was oddly protective about my townhouse and was very wary of letting anyone visit except my besties. Because of the self-imposed domestic solitude, I came up with all kinds of ways to jerk off. My favorite was using a long, skinny balloon (like used for balloon animals), twisted in the shape of a vagina. I would lube it up with K-Y and spend a whole day fucking my balloon pussy. :D It was always tragic when I ran out of balloons.
Things got a little unhinged for a brief stretch. One of my good friend's GF was seriously into me. She was very assertive about it, and who am I to turn down sex with a hot girl? Turns out he was into that and knew everything. She and I would make out in the elevator. We'd fuck at my place after school. She and her family moved out-of-state about four months after we started fucking, and we were both really bummed.
And my last teenage hurrah: at 17, my best friend at the time was (still is) a lesbian. One night while hanging out, she blurted out that she was really horny and asked if I would be willing to engage in a mutually beneficial arrangement. Absolutely, "but... you're a lesbian!" There was some deep conversation: I couldn't use her mouth or pussy, so it was anal-only. She introduced me to anal sex with girls/women, and that kink is solidly with me almost 40 years later.
The sexual portion of our friendship was a lot of free use, a term which I didn't know at the time. Most of the time, it was just one of us getting off. We explicitly coordinated available times, breaks between classes, etc. all to assure that we could be there for each other's needs. When time ran short, we would alternate days on who got to come. On weekdays, she would drop by after class and have me go down on her before she had to rush home, and the next day I would get to use her ass. On her days, sometimes she would have me fuck her while she masturbated, but because our time was limited, she was done once she came. I never did learn how to cum quickly. :D She would come over on weekends, and we'd would fuck around all day. She also taught me how give head to women which has paid massive dividends all through life.
If you've got the skills, we are always vetting crew for sailings.
My partner and I own a sailboat, and we do ocean crossings.
That part isn't fantasy. We own a 46 foot ocean-going sailboat.
She’d look damn good laying out in a skimpy bikini while sailing.
If it's warm enough to wear a bikini while sailing, she's not wearing a bikini. :D
M55 and my partner F51 is a service submissive. She absolutely gets off on being helpful, getting used, and generally being a positive addition to any situation. Sexy funtimes do nothing for her unless she gets me off first.
This is not just my fantasy, but one of many similar fantasies that we have shared and refined together. Ever since we started dating, I have wanted to push the limits of her service subbiness. It would all start innocently enough: she makes cocktails and snacks for me and a few friends, some innocuous flirting and cheeky comments. But as the evening turns into night, everyone starts getting a bit bolder. Hands start wandering, ribald quips turn into outright propositions. Slowly then suddenly, she's on all fours and we're spitroasting her, taking turns in all of her holes, and using her as the entertainment center. She is getting to express the full breadth of her full three-hole slutdom.
More kink than fantasy, lately I have been using her mouth as a spank sock. When I need stress-reliever, I tell her to come into my office and kneel down. I queue up one of my favorite porn shorts and throat-fuck her until I cum. I then leave her hanging until my workday ends. By the time I get around to taking care of her, her panties are thoroughly soaked. She is a very, very good girl and I am grateful for her every day.
My partner and I own a sailboat, and we do ocean crossings. She is typically the only woman aboard. Our boat is large enough that we need a minimum of 4 crew, with 5 or 6 being the ideal. More crew means distributing the load . Her role during crossings is mostly cooking and taking care of the crew.
This is our long-running, mutually-discussed fantasy refined over years. One of the crew starts getting handsy with her while she's cooking. It starts innocuously enough, brushing past each other when moving around the boat. But the movements start lingering. Instead of passing ass-to-ass, one crewman passes with his crotch against her ass, holding her hips as he slips by for "stability" in the bouncy seas. Some of the other crew start following suit, trying to sneak longer moments walking past her, making up reasons to have to move past her. Things start escalating and getting more direct. Rather than discourage it, she starts wearing a bikini most days or a short skirt with no panties.
By the third day, the groping gets more assertive. Crew cohesion is important, so one day from the helm, I tell one of the crew he should go relieve some stress with her after his shift ends.
"Uh... what do you mean?" he asks. The confusion on his face is mixed with hope and a bit of worry at having maybe crossed a line.
Clear and direct communication is important. At sea, it can mean life or death. But we're all here to drink deeply of life, so I make sure he understands. "She is a service submissive. She lives for being useful. And you should use her any way you see fit. When your shift is over."
His eagerness is palpable. He is just counting the seconds of his last hour on deck. As soon as his shift ends, he's down the companionway like something scared him out of the cockpit. The next crewman comes up into the cockpit, wondering what is up with the guy he just relieved.
"Watch and listen."
The first guy starts uncertainly, tentatively at first. He puts his hands on her hips and turns her to face him. She goes into full service sub mode while his hands start exploring her. It's gentle at first but gets increasingly rough as he tries to find out just how much she will take. Before long, he has her on the floor face down, pushes her legs apart, jacks her skirt. In one smooth movement, he slams his bare cock into her shaved pussy. He rails her so hard I can hear the breath pushed out of her with each thrust. The crew who were sleeping wake up wondering what the noise is. Within minutes, all of the off-shift crew are absolutely wrecking her. Spitroasted, DPed, airtight... all of her holes are working to build crew cohesion. The one crewman in the cockpit with me is cursing that he still has three and half hours before his shift ends.
They all take turns on her for hours, rotating out crew as shifts end and begin. They've all pumped multiple loads in all her holes. Cum is in her hair, running down her thighs, handprints mark her entire body. She sets up one more evening meal for the crew before retiring to our stateroom.
My shift ends, and I head to our berth, finding her relaxing from her journey through subspace. Laying like this in our berth.
Yes, that is actually her.
I cuddle her gently at first, thanking her for taking such good care of the crew. I slowly push her face down, and with increasing assertiveness, get her to assume a service position one more time. For today at least. I push her legs apart and somehow there's still more cum leaking out of her pelvis. I slide into her sloppy, sore pussy. She gasps as I push all the way in, finding even more cum all the way inside of her. After a few minutes, I decide to slide out, sliding back into her swollen, tender asshole. There must be another cupful of jizz up in her ass. Holy hell, were these guys stockpiling it before departure?
She whimpers in time with my thrusts as I take out the stress of the day between her ass cheeks, adding my share to her soreness. I tangle my fingers in her cum-splattered hair, holding her head down while I take my time enjoying her squirming. After a while, seconds? Minutes? Hours? I add my load to the mix.
The rest of the sailing trip goes much less aggressively, but she gets to embrace her service submission every day, one way or another. By the time we get to port, she is absolutely glowing with all of her travels in subspace. After we get ashore, she looks to me eagerly and asks with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "When is our next scheduled sailing?"
And even less than that! Anything can be a dildo if you're brave enough.