Our first time [MF]

We met on an anonymous app, and even though both of us were married we used to flirt right from the start, and we had great chemistry between us. 

We both shared a lot of the same kinks, and quickly realized that we were lucky to find each other because it’s rare for two people to have such dirty fantasies as we did. 

To give you an idea, we were both into cum play, watersports, she had rape fantasies that I was willing to try, incest, rough, hard sex and bringing other people in our bedroom. 

We didn’t think we’d ever meet though, and if we did, we didn’t think we’d cross the line, and physically do anything at all. 

Then one fateful day my wife and her husband were traveling out of state, and we were both presented with the perfect opportunity. 

I invited her to my home and after extracting promises that we won’t get physical she agreed to meet me. 

We were both nervous on the day, but given that she had to come to me she was much more nervous and she was shivering when I opened the door for her. 

Cumming Inside [M]y Chubby [F]riend

**The Background (skip this if you want to go straight to the sex part):**

I’ve always had a little crush on my friend Mel. She’s a short girl, standing at about 5’ flat, and definitely has some curves. Before her I’d never been with a girl that some guys would be consider “chubby”, but I’ve always found myself attracted to them, especially her. I still can’t say what I find most attractive about her, but narrowed it down to two things – her infectious personality and the way she exudes sexuality in almost everything she does OR the amazing shape of her body and how you could spend hours trying to figure out how she fit her ass into her jeans (cue the generic rap music!)

The perfect opportunity to finally get with her came a month or so ago. A large group of us were heading out to a bar to do some karaoke. My (recently married) good friend had just bought a house down the street from the bar and invited me to crash later. My friend’s wife happens to be BFFs with Mel. The three of us were in their living room enjoying a few beverages before the bar, when I saw Mel pull up in her car. She got out of her car and I noticed she was carrying a bag to sleep over. My married friends didn’t need to say anything, the look they gave me said it all – this wasn’t a coincidence (Side Note: I have great friends).

Raping the Runner (Trigger warning: Non-Consent)

You love to run. I see you every day as I drive home from work as you take the forest trail to run through the woods during twilight. Today I am finally done just looking…

I leave work early with my heartbeat already elevated just imagining what I am going to do to you… I make my way about midway down the running path to the spot I had picked out weeks prior as I prepared for today. Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat, I hear someone coming… Is it her? As I crouch concealed beside a bush time seems to slow as you round the corner right into my waiting arms.
Your blond hair is swinging beautifully in your simple ponytail, your breasts are bouncing in time with your pace almost begging me to free them from their spandex prison, and those hips swaying back and forth… my cock swelled as I pictured those hips grinding against mine. You are almost to me, my excitement rises I can all but hear my heart as it pounds, attempting to break free of my chest.

Meeting his demands [MF]

My friend R and I have been fuck buddies for almost a year now, and we have a bit of a Dom/sub thing going on. At first, it was mostly my interest (I’m the sub), and R was just willing to play along. But now, he enjoys the power play just as much as I do, and has gotten WAY more comfortable in that role – which is equally scary and arousing :)

My 29th birthday was in late September, and as a “celebration,” R promised to give me 29 spankings the next time we got together. I joked that he would never be able to reach 29 because his own hand would be hurting. As punishment for teasing him, R tacked on 6 more spankings to the tally, and assured me that he’d use a variety of tools to do the job – my hairbrush, his belt, or a paddle (which we purchased on a previous weekend). Over the next couple of weeks, R added on spankings every time he saw fit. Each time he did, I felt both nervous and turned on by it. I admit, I like being spanked – it gets me wet really quickly, and the mental “game” of being under someone else’s control is so arousing for me. However, 30+ spankings is going to hurt a lot, no matter how much you like it.

“Good Girl”

You pick up your key at the front desk with a nervous smile, thanking the clerk as you try to adjust your trench coat. Painfully aware that if it were to get caught on something or if you were to accidentally trip or untie the belt that all these people would be in for quite a show.
You press the elevator call button and shift from foot to foot knowing how you must look to those people staring at you. Hair done up nice with make up flawless. Your deep red lipstick and white pumps a stark contrast with the slate gray coat that barely falls below your knees. They know. They have to know.

Ding.

The elevator door opens.
An older couple walks out, the man staring ahead, oblivious to you. His wife gives you a once over and the hint of a smile plays out on her lips as if she has guessed your purpose and might remember doing something similar. You step inside and press the 7. Guess it is lucky after all, you think as you bounce on your toes and look up at the ceiling. You stop after a few seconds to make sure nothing has shaken loose. Checking your make up in the mirrored walls of the elevator you are satisfied with your appearance and hope that I will be as well. You are almost certain this is the shade of lipstick I requested but the command was given when you were still in a fog from the last encounter…

She Whispered In My Ear [MF]

This is a 100% true story — told of the incredible sexual experiences I had in my 20s with the woman who would become my wife. And yes, we are still together many years later, and still going strong.

We had only been at my buddy’s summer party for an hour when my girlfriend sauntered up to me in her cornflower blue, baby doll dress. She grasped my arm in her hands, leaned up and into me, put her lips next to my ear, and whispered, “Take me home. I need to be fucked.”

She flashed me a wicked grin, and her blue eyes flashed. I was in my mid-20s and locked in a torrid romance with Kay, who was more sexual than any woman had ever remotely been with me. It was a brand new experience for me, and I found it both exhilarating and intimidating.

She took my hand, and led me out of the party. As her dress moved around her incredibly firm ass, I caught glimpses of the panty line from the string bikini panties she wore beneath the dress. I began to harden immediately. We couldn’t get to the car quickly enough.

[M]y night of [F]irsts

So, I was a late bloomer, sort of.

I did fine talking to girls and all, but as a somewhat overweight kid from pretty much birth up through, well, now, I had a MAJOR confidence problem when it came to actually thinking girls were into me. All through high school and college, up until I was probably 27 or 28, I just defaulted to thinking girls weren’t into me.

When high school ended, I was still a virgin. I’d made out, had a girl topless a few times, fingered a girl. But I’d never had my pants off, and I had certainly never gone down on a girl. I made it through my first semester of college with little more than that, not even getting what I’d managed once every six or so months back in high school.

Then came second semester, January weather, and a gift from god in the form of a six foot redhead with a tendency to decide she wanted someone at random and then Take. Fucking. Charge.

I ran into her as I was walking into my dorm building at something like eight o’clock one random Wednesday evening. She was hanging with a couple of friends, having a cigarette outside. I’d seen her around at a couple of parties, knew her name, she knew mine.

She wanted an extra dirty martini: Bar Handjob [m] [f] [mast] [swallow]

I have this friend. She’s Chinese and I am crazy attracted to her. We met at a party a few years ago and bonded over our deep, intense love of vodka martinis. It started off as casual flirting and quickly became a very serious inside joke.

We friended each other on Facebook, said our goodbyes and that was it. Every once in a while, I’d see a martini meme and I’d post it on her wall. She’d write back and say, “LOL.” That was pretty much it.

We added each other on Snapchat. I went out with some friends and ordered a martini. I sent her a quick video with text that said, “Wish you were here.”

She texted me back and asked, “Where are you?”

“Griffin Bar. Downtown.”

“I know it,” she said.

About forty five seconds later, there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around. It was her!

“Maggie!” I said, leaping from my bar stool. “Holy shit! What are you doing here?”

She held up a martini.

[MF] The Beginning: I think I found a new kink for me. Mild BDSM, edging, hold the moan, slut play.

I am not sure where it started. I have no idea how my mind suddenly shifted to make me change my cravings. Nonetheless it happened. Apparently I am unable to stop it.

It started simple enough, I met “K” before when I was walking around the local bar scene. I am within walking distance of the main street and people come from all over to party here. I am the type of local that likes to get a little bit of a buzz on and just have conversations with people. See different experiences, and just meet new people. I ran into “K” while walking around, she is a small brown haired MILF with a really sexy smile. I saw her we recalled seeing each other before, in a haze of drunkenness and recalled each others names. We were talking about various things and walking together. She asked what i was looking for around town and I told her point blank “a submissive, a girl to bend to my will, and make her an absolute whore…because I say so” and i smiled. (yeah i had been drinking a bit and the tone and speech was not my usual..) She smiled and grabbed my hand and said, well i had better be careful.

WH40K – Klitflik Da Orkette

It’s the 41st millennium.

There’s bullshit. Lots. Nobody’s got no damn common sense.

Everywhere there’s some fuck-shit getting started.

Racist humans in power armor want to kill everybody for a dude too high on his lean and in his golden chair to give a damn.

Jeremy Kyle Show guests, grown from mold, are doing World★Star in space.

There’s samurai elf hoes in space. With Predator clothes.

There’s robot zombie black people running around shooting shit with limeade. Grove Street 4 Life.

There’s racist Asian stereotypes from Blue Man Group playing Gundam Wing.

There’s albino elves LARPing as Hellraiser and doing BDSM stuff. In space.

And there’s devil worshipers acting like they got no damn sense. They think they’re affected by demons, but in reality, they’re just on drugs. Khorne? More like bath salts and old coffee. Nurgle? Slaanesh? That’s just ebola and Extacy. Tzeentch? That’s just Snoop Dogg.

And finally, there’s WWI Germans…er, I mean Nazis…er, Imperial Guard running around flashing flashlights in people’s faces.

Whatever everybody’s smoking, it must be some hardcore shit.

Welcome to World Star in space. Warhammer 40,000.

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