Cum on my face is my love language [FM]

I used to be so shy about acknowledging when my husband makes an appearance in my sex stories, but it’s so hard to refer to him as my “boyfriend” because he’s so damn good at sex and deserves the credit. Tbh, we usually have really passionate, sweet sex, but he regularly obliges my rough kinks.

*I love when people are afraid I’m going to run out of sex stories as if I am not currently fucking my husband.*

Anyway, my work life has been absolutely bonkers recently. As a result I’ve been fucking my husband a lot.

*He also just likes me in a suit. That’s something to unpack.*

I recently had to fly halfway across the country for 36 hours to see a client and got back exhausted. However, when I walked in I was in my dark glasses and a black suit which apparently sent my husband spiraling. I was making a damn sandwich and he couldn’t take his hands off me.

Interview with my friend who fucked four dudes [FM] [M] [M] [M]

Ok, so all the gang bang posts on here always make me raise an eyebrow. I just didn’t see how the logistics of these events coming together to make this possible.

Perhaps I judged too quickly.

Although I’m ironically pretty private about my sex life when I’m not anonymously on the internet, people tend to tell me about theirs. I think it’s because I have a very non-judgmental attitude and an inherently sexual undertone.

Anyway, I thought about writing a story about her based on this interview but I dont do well with 3rd party narratives her answers were so funny I thought it was better raw.

Enjoy…

V: You want a fake name?

K: …Karen?

V: Karen? No. A “Karen” can’t get gang banged on my blog.

K: K. Just call me K

V: Alright K. Why are we here?

K: I told you about recent events and you asked if you could anonymously write about it.

V: Yeah… Want to talk about how those events came about?

K: Like how we got to the house?

I once carefully fucked my boyfriend after he almost died [FM]

This fucking story.

I dated a dude who was obsessed with me. He could also be a frat boy idiot.

I once got a call at 4:00am from one of his frat brothers that I should probably head to their house right away. He had gotten very hurt, but wouldn’t elaborate.

I rushed over and found my boyfriend in a post-hospitalization stupor. He had a broken arm, cracked ribs, and scratches all over his damn body.

“What the hell happened?” I asked. I was thinking a horrible car accident or something.

“Someone dared me to break into Theta.”

“Why?”

“We we’re playing truth or dare.”

“Why Theta?”

“I was going to steal… A weird kite sculpture thing.”

“What?”

“I climbed up on the roof, but I was wasted and fell off. Luckily I hit a tree.”

“Luckily?”

“It was three flights and I could have died.”

I sighed. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know. And they wouldn’t give me any drugs because they’re afraid I’ll sell them.”

“Would you?”

My friend who inexplicably gets laid more than anyone I know [FM]

A few times in life I’ve encountered people who are a sexual anomaly (*I wrote about my friend Mike before who still blows my mind*).

I almost feel bad writing this, because he’s still my best friend and I’m about to go in depth about how I’m not attracted to him, but I feel like unpacking this with strangers on the internet.

I’m going to name this dude George.

I met George when he was dating my sister. Incidentally, he is the only man who ever dated my sister who I don’t hate. He’s impossible to hate.

Now, I’m not saying George is ugly. He’s tall, cute enough, and has a southern accent that tends to draw people in. However, he is not NEARLY as hot as my sister.

*My sister is a precious flower who is hot, smart, and much sweeter than me. She must be protected at all costs.*

I didn’t really get their courtship until I got to know him and then it clicked: George was a fucking saint.

I got too good at being a very good girl [FM]

*This is a weirdly emotional story for me. When we were friends years later our sex stories would occasionally bob below the surface and this is the story he’d casually throw out because it “freaked him out.*

Idk man, rough sex is weird. When you’re getting punished at first it seems impossible to master but after a while you start to understand your partner.

*If you get off on giving pleasure, you get really good at sub-ing pretty quickly.*

When it first started it felt like everything I did was “wrong.” I’d get punished for not looking him in the eye, for taking his dick too quickly, for not taking his dick fast enough, and for climaxing too fast. God forbid I had a look of enjoyment and didn’t come at his command.

But… Like most physical and mental exercises, practice helps.

So to his credit, he was very good at giving praise. That’s the shit I get off to and craved every fucking moment. That’s what drove me to crazy physical depths.

He hated bondage because he *wanted* to see me obey. He got off to it.

The old guy [FM]

*It took me a really long time to figure out how to tell this story without identifying details. It’s also hard to explain how deliciously sexy this was because I’m so strung out from lack of sleep throughout this entire story. I did my best.*

*Also… He really was quite a bit older than me which makes this a little weird.*

I had a couple brushes with celebrities when I was younger (*one of my friends gave a certain nerdy celebrity head which I still give her shit about*), but I wasn’t nearly hot or cool enough to actually be in that scene. Apart from a weird text flirtation with a goofy star, this dude was the closest I ever came to a real celebrity hookup.

*I should also say he’s actually more of a celebrity because he’s such a good person. I’ve followed his career and have to say this case is one where perception is correct: he is exceptionally selfless.*

When I was in law school I was very broke and quite busy. One semester I had a job, an externship, and a full class load.

I am far more concerned about my husband’s chafing than he is [FM]

There are pros and cons of there being two runners in a marriage. The pros? We can fuck for extended periods. Long sexual sessions seem far less daunting when you’ve grown accustomed to running 9 miles on the reg.

*Also, we can trade headphones and I steal his socks*

The downside includes, sore muscles, cramps, and my husband’s chafed penis.

Now, granted I don’t know what it’s like to have a dick. I’d like to think I’ve picked up some special talents regarding that area of the body throughout the years, but alas my knowledge is second hand.

All that is to say, surely it doesn’t feel good to fuck with a chafed dick right? I am very concerned about this. My husband begs fo differ.

Anyway, we were fucking after he ran 9 miles. We engaged in our customary dry humping, he took my shirt off and bit my nipples, and then I stuck my hand down his pants.

I reared my head back and gave him a weird look. His dick was… different.

“Um honey… Are you ok?” I asked.

Our failed threesome ended with great sex [FM]

My husband and I are mostly monogamous. We occasionally make out with other people (*always with a heads up*), but we’ve never crossed any lines beyond that.

We’ve considered it.

There’s this girl we both have a little bit of a crush on. We’re close with her in that we’ve traveled together and have been friends for 7 years, but she lives in a different city so there’s just enough distance. She’s an interesting artist who is smart, kind, and fun to be around.

She also happens to be a hot bisexual woman with a great ass.

*Ok I’m going to just ruin this now… I once interviewed her on here about her sex life. She gave herself the name “Sasha.”*

Sasha and I were once texting and she- completely unprompted- brought up that she was on an app where she had threesomes with various couples. I kind of smiled to myself because this was news to me. When my husband asked what had me so giddy I was like, “Did you know Sasha fucked couples?”

He did not but he was suddenly very distracted from his book. “Really? She has threesomes?”

It took a while to transition into friendship [FM]

I once had a layover in a city close to where my best friend left. We had recently stopped fucking and we were having a rocky transition into friendship. However, he convinced me to push my flight to hang out with him for a day. We got HELLA drunk and I passed out in his bed while he slept on the couch.

He failed to mention this to his girlfriend.

“Who the fuck are you?” A voice said as the lights flew on.

“A hungover person,” I groaned as I sat up. “Oh shit! Are you C?”

“Yes and you are asleep in my boyfriend’s bed and in his clothes.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t have any luggage and I’m in his bed because he drunkenly lost a bet so he had to sleep on the couch. Fuck, I forgot about that. Jesus, my head is going to explode.”

“Let me rephrase this, dear, why the fuck are you in my boyfriend’s house at all?”

“Oh shit! I have hungover brain. I’m Viola.”

She blinked at me. “Who?”

“Viola? I’m sure he’s mentioned me. We talk everyday. Viola? V?”

My average-looking nerdy friend who slayed [FM]

This man is the thing of legends. My best friend from college lives in my city and we often find ourselves whispering about this man in dark corners, trying to figure out exactly how this happened.

I’ve seen a lot in my day, but I’ve never seen anyone like Mike (yes, I’m giving him a fake name).

Mike was a short, portly young man who started balding when we were 18. He was wasn’t ugly, just simply not conventionally attractive. He once compared himself to the Lucky Charms leprechaun and I had a hard time disputing it.

Mike was barely 5 foot but really embraced it. He used to say that he loved being short because people found short folks non-threatening so he always made friends easy.

Mike was of moderate intelligence, from a middle class family, with no particularly remarkable skills or ambition.

Mike FUCKING SLAYED.

Holy shit, this dude pulled 10s like they were going out of style. Every time I looked up, Mike was hooking up with a different hottie. Not just making out, but having sex and/or dating these gorgeous women on the reg.