My quarantine roommate and I discover we have similar likes [FF]

Moving to a new city in the middle of quarantine is less than ideal especially when your boyfriend of almost six years decides he thinks he knows better than you and breaks up with you. My new job provided me with a moving bonus which was amaaazing, but it still wasn’t enough to support a one bedroom or even a studio in my new city.

I think secretly I also wanted a roommate because even though things started opening up I wasn’t sure how long that would last and the last thing I wanted to do was go from a city where I had endless amount of college and high school friends to basically nobody.

I met Kristin through a Facebook page that was basically a matchmaking group for friends looking for roommates. Her roommate moved out during the pandemic and was looking for a new roommate and a friend. Kristen seemed normal and based on her likes and photos we had similar tastes and ran into similar circles. She looked and acted sweet and after a few FaceTimes to make sure she wasn’t a serial killer we decided to move in together.

My boyfriend [M] (now ex) shared me [F] with his college friend finally fulfilling our threesome fantasy [MFM]

Near the end of my relationship with my boyfriend our sex life dwindled to a point where we both a little frustrated, but me more than him. It could have been the stresses of graduate school for both of us, but when I’m stressed sex helps me, but when he’s stressed he would try and deal with it himself in a non sexual way. Anyway, that has nothing to do with the story.

We were always able to talk openly about our fantasies. Over the years, we turned a lot of our fantasies into reality, but one of our most talked about fantasies was him sharing me in a MFM.

We both fed into the fantasy. We would roleplay and watch porn that was centered around threesomes. He would talk dirty to me while fucking and I would lean into it. I would suck one of my dildos while was bending me over to mimic a split roast, I would fuck myself with my dildo while he watched and ask him if he liked watching me get fucked by another man…it became hot to me and a little taboo. The idea of being shared and treated like a slut was something I craved.

I [F] went down on my boyfriend [M] at his ex’s girlfriends wedding [FM]

I wasn’t planning on writing another story so soon but everybody here has been so kind and made me feel so welcomed. This one is shorter then my others.

2 years ago my boyfriend at the time and I were invited to his ex’s wedding. I’m not usually the jealous or insecure type, but their relationship confused me. She was a few years older and despite only dating for two years they were still close. It bothered me a bit the amount of inside jokes they still shared, but he promised it was nothing and I believed him.

She was a sweetheart and her fiancé was a handsome tall guy that was in medical school. By all aspects they were a power couple. To be honest, I found her attractive. She had blonde hair, almond shaped eyes that lit up when she smiled and freckles that cut across her face when she smiled. She was gorgeous.

The wedding was a big point of congestion for my boyfriend and I. I didn’t want to attend, but he pushed the subject so I gave in and promised to be a good plus one. At this point in my life, I was 23 and didn’t know much about weddings or how to behave but I did know how to handle myself around an open bar.

When Zoe visited me in college [FF]

Zoe came to visit me at school in October. To be blunt, our relationship was struggling and looking back it was mostly because I was frustrated with my inability to decide what I wanted and with who. Zoe had an amazing ability to read me like a book and noticed our relationship was deteriorating and could sense me pulling away.

I went to a big school that was dedicated to football on Saturday’s. It was what we did. We lived and breathed it and even though I didn’t really care about football it was hard not to care. My roommate Emily and I decided to host a pregame because our dorm was the closest to the stadium and it was an opportunity for everybody to meet Zoe. Zoe was known as my “friend” from home and only a few of my closer friends from school knew the intricate details of our relationship.

My first lesbian experience the summer before college [FF]

To say I’ve struggled with my sexuality wouldn’t be fair. I’ve always known I wasn’t totally straight and I’ve come to understand that sexuality is more fluid and a spectrum than binary. I know some might not agree and hope you’ll respect this isn’t the platform for mean spirited debates about sexuality or my sex life :)

The summer before college I was in a weird headspace. Life was changing, my high school boyfriend and I broke up, and I was about to move about 2,000 miles away to a school I wasn’t even totally true I wanted to attend. The one thing I had to look forward to was camp.

Every summer since I was 13 my parents sent me to sleep away camp. It’s where I learned to camp, swim, kiss guys, make fires and overall just get into no good. Eventually, being the ultimate camper led me to being a counselor in training and eventually a chief counselor.

My friend Zoe wasn’t really into the whole camp thing, but her parents owned the camp and made her my co-head of activities. We’re both short with naturally brown hair, but I would describe her body as a little more curvy than mine and she was far more blessed in the chest then me. She also wasn’t shy about it.

Losing [F] my anal virginity to my cheating boyfriend’s friend [MF]

I haven’t always made the best decisions especially when it comes to sex. My boyfriend and I had a great relationship for five years. When it was on, it was on. When it was off, it was off. Sex was the power dynamic that made things even in our relationship so when he cheated on me it hurt me a lot. It brought up body and sexual insecurities that I long had, but never faced. His cheating changed a lot for me and this is the story of how I overcame it.

The one rule in our relationship was that my ass off limits. It was never something that appealed to me and away from a few self experimenting sessions with my vibrator it’s not something I was ever curious about.

Ryan was one of my boyfriend’s best friends. He was your perpetual playboy frat brother and always bragged about the girls he would fuck and his workout routine. To his credit though, he was hot and he knew it, but he was also a genuine good person.

My [25F] first time going to the masseuse my friend calls the “orgasm” doctor [MF]

I decided it was finally time for me to contribute to this amazing community of writers, authors and dreamers. As somebody who’s enjoyed this community for years I thought I owed it to the community to finally come out of lurking. This community has given me many ways to enjoy myself and a few have actually inspired me in ways I didn’t know I needed to be inspired or knew I could. I hope you enjoy this story of something that happened to me a few months ago. There’s a lot of background information that probably isn’t interesting to anybody here but I wanted to share it because it’s part of who I am.

I know this isn’t the sexiest story by comparison to some here but I thought here goes nothing.