Author: _mrmamba

Her Last Time Asking for a Condom [MF]

The first days fucking Rachel I wore a condom every time. The sex was great. We would fuck for hours. She orgasmed again and again. I did not cum. This is something that I had grown to accept as part of my sexual experience. Sex without a condom would take hours for me to climax. Sex with a condom certainly meant I was not cumming.

Rachel was a typical type-A neurotic overachiever. She did not like giving up control. Not on birth control, she certainly would not risk having unprotected sex.

There’s a thing that happens when you are fucking a woman properly. There is a point of complete surrender when she has given you total and absolute control over her body. That feeling does not end after sex. That feeling follows her throughout her day. The feeling washes over her when she is working. The feeling flushes her at the most inconvenient times; while shopping, talking to her mother, praying in church. Her mind goes back to that feeling, or better said, that feeling never leaves her. Another feeling follows that rush. That feeling is an inescapable need to please you. Read more »

[M]y First Threesome

My first threesome came after my first orgy. And I’m glad it did. While experiencing many people at the same time is great, it can also be overwhelming. You can get lost in an ocean of stimulation. It takes experience to learn how to navigate that ocean and direct its course. I had my first orgy at seventeen and became overwhelmed with the stimulation. At twenty-two, I had my first threesome and was much better prepared for the task.

We did not plan the threesome. My college girlfriend, Ariel invited her new friend/co-worker over to try and set her up with my roommate, Jonas. Her new friend, Melody was already in a relationship, but Ariel was not fond of her boyfriend. She said he was too spineless and insecure. She thought Jonas would be a better suitor.

When Melody arrived Saturday evening, Jonas wasn’t there. We started drinking and talking in the meantime. Melody took interest in a set of books on sex and speciation on my bookshelf. This sparked a discussion about mating patterns in other species. Melody was fascinated to learn that polygyny and polyandry are common throughout other species. The three of us agreed that modern day polyamory was a natural evolution of our nature. Read more »

She Shows [M]e Off

I had been dating Rachel for a year. It was a whirlwind relationship. We were extremely close and intense until it all burst and consumed itself. But before that, during better times things were glorious.

We were in love with each other because of our differences. I am soft spoken. I let my presence speak for me. She was quite the opposite. Outgoing and outspoken she got energy from being social. Always. She needed new like no one I ever knew. She needed constant stimulation. Besides me, she could only be close to a few people because they frankly couldn’t handle her.

This is why I was surprised when she let her new friend, her soon-to-be best friend move in. Rachel met Regan and things shifted. They got real close. Again, interesting because they were so opposite. Not in personality, but in temperament and appearance. Rachel was a tall girl (5’7”), very thin (105/110 lbs.), perky breasts, tight, tone, perky ass soaked by California sunshine. Regan was from the Midwest, short (5’3”), and very large breasts. She was in shape, but she wasn’t thin in the same way. She was gorgeous, like Rachel, but in her own way. More than that I really liked who they both made each other. As friends they made each other better and that’s a great thing to see when you’re in love with someone. They were inseparable. Read more »

[M]y First Threesome > My First Orgy

My first threesome came after my first orgy. And I’m glad it did. While experiencing many people at the same time is great, it can also be overwhelming. You can get lost in an ocean of stimulation. It takes experience to learn how to navigate that ocean and direct its course. I had my first orgy at 17, and became overwhelmed with the stimulation. At 22, I had my first threesome and was much better prepared for the task.

We did not plan the threesome. My college girlfriend, Ariel invited her new friend/co-worker over to try and set her up with my roommate, Barry. Her new friend, Melody was already in a relationship, but Ariel was not fond of her boyfriend. She said he was too spineless and insecurity e. She thought Barry would be a better suitor. Read more »

[M]y New Nickname, Mr. Anana

I had been dating my girlfriend for a few months. Nic was less experienced than me and enamored by our sexual life. This was the first time she was with a man who gave her the space to explore her sexuality. This excited her and I came to find out she bragged to her friends a lot about our sex life and my size.

One night her phone went off. I saw her screen light up and reached to grab the phone and bring it to her in the kitchen. With her hands still wet from doing the dishes she asked me to read the text to her. I obliged. It was a text from her best friend Sacha. Sacha asked how “Mr. Anana” was doing. I laughed and told her that was an odd name, one I hadn’t heard before. She smirked at me and said that’s because they made the name up. I was confused. She shut off the water, dried her hands and turned to lean against the sink while talking to me. Nic said that the last time her and Sacha were together she was telling her about our sex life. She described our chemistry and connectedness. The night before the conversation with Sacha we fucked on the floor in her living room, where we both came together at the same time. That hadn’t happened to her before. Eventually her conversation with Sacha turned to my size and Sacha was unsatisfied with Nic’s description of me as “hung.” Sacha wanted a visual aid and grabbed a newly-ripe banana on her counter. Nic said Sacha asked her how much smaller was I compared to the banana. She shook her head and laughed saying that she’d need a few more *anas* to approximate the size (a play on the end of the word banana, like “banan*ananan*a”.) I just shook my head and laughed. I went back to the room. Read more »