Author: mrmaorgio

Girl can’t choose between me and my friend, I say why not both? Non-Fiction, [MFM]

All my stories have some preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

I haven’t gone into my appearance much, just in case anyone is curious I’ll try to describe myself here. If you don’t care, skip this section and I’ll describe my friends in the next two sections. By the time this story takes place, I’d given up on my teenage gothiness and had embraced my long blond hair and burgeoning blond beard metalhead self. I’ve been told I have very blue eyes, and I’m tallish at 6’1. I’ve always kept some weight on, bit of an eternal dad bod I suppose.

This takes place shortly after I turned 20. I had two friends, a (21F) girl we’ll call Sandra, who was a thick and shapely 5’4 girl with enormous tits (her bra size was a G), long wavy brown hair, bright green eyes and a cute little ass. She would always wear really revealing tops, and everyone at school was always speculating how much of her perk and cleavage was natural and how much was just a really good, expensive bra. Sandra would work construction during the summer as a labour hand, and she always looked firm and fit. Read more »

How I lost (M)y virginity and was taught by an older lady (Pt 2) (Non Fiction, Instruction, [MF])

This is my fourth story. All my stories have some preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

For those of you who have read my other stories, this is the second part of when I lost my virginity to a much older lady named Nadia, who was 29 when she took me out for my 18th birthday and gave me a lot of instruction. For those who missed it, Nadia is a six foot three, heavily pierced and tatted goth with black hair, hazel eyes and crazy curves. She wore a corset, mini skirt, thigh high platform boots, and a spiked collar for this evening, and was wearing heavy dark makeup and bright red lipstick.

After we were done with our tryst in the bathroom, Nadia asked me to go lookout for a good moment for her to exit the men’s washroom. A few customers walked past the doors, and then I motioned for her to follow me out. We made our way back to our table, and Nadia resumed drinking her drink as though nothing had happened. She had re-applied her red lipstick, and I kept finding myself staring at her lips, getting turned on again thinking about how that exact shade of red lipstick was still staining my cock. Read more »

How I lost (M)y virginity and was taught by an older lady (Pt 1) (Non Fiction, Instruction, [MF])

This is my third story. All my stories have some preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

For those of you who have read my other stories, I figured you might like to know how I knew what to do when I finally hooked up with Maia. I have to give all the credit to a very nice older lady (29) who I had admired from afar for a time, and who took me out once I was legal (18) and showed me the ropes.

So, when I was younger, I lived in a small town where there were very few “alternative” people. Typical western conservative shit, you know? There was, however, this lady who worked at the local music store, who we will call Nadia. Nadia was a tall, powerfully built amazon of a woman, with huge tits, big heart shaped ass, and covered in piercings and tattoos. She always wore her dyed black hair in pigtails and wore crazy dark makeup. As the local “Alt” kids in town, me and my friends all fantasized about her, but because we were kids, she naturally paid no special attention to us. We would go in and chat about music, and she of course responded enthusiastically, but professional like. Read more »

I (M)anaged to (F)uck her finally (Non-Fiction) [MF]

This is my second story. All my stories have some preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

If you read my first story, you know how I (M19 at the time) met Maia (F18 at the time), a sexy emo chick who was a big part of my slutty awakening. For those who missed it and want to read on, Maia was a petite, super pale emo girl with an ever color-changing pixie cut, rainbow when I met her, by the time this story takes place she had moved to a dark blue dye job. She had a bunch of facial piercings, and liked to wear super tight clothes to help show off her barely curves. Maia was a tease and got off on being mean to people who wanted to fuck her, but after the first story where I got my turn on the humiliation rack, we actually became good friends. We started hanging out a lot between classes and afterward, went to a bunch of concerts, road trips, etc. Read more »

I’(M) New to town and get invited to a party (Non-Fiction, [Group], Humiliation)

This is my first story on offer. My stories all have a bunch of preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

Before my manslut days began, I (M19 at the time) was still very shy around girls and people in general. I wouldn’t say I was beta or anything, I had a few friends who were girls, I could talk to people if I absolutely had to, but I had the standard edition “I’m never going to get laid” mindset that a young guy tends to obsess over. For the record, by this time I had messed around a bit and wasn’t a virgin anymore, but my experience was still very vanilla and limited. I had just moved to a new town for school, and had spent my first day trying to figure out which rooms all of my classes were in. I was frazzled and felt lost when I stumbled into my last class before the lunch break. The room was already pretty full, and I froze, not knowing where to sit. Read more »