The Delilah Experiments: A Devil’s Threeway [MFM]

Hey. It’s been a while since I’ve had time to write, but Delilah and I have continued to experiment and push our limits together. This is one of the more recent adventures, but far from the only one. Let us know what you think.

It started at a bar, like these things do. We’d been talking to Nick for a few weeks, and he seemed down to earth and honest enough to get drinks with. We all went into the bar expecting to talk, maybe flirt, but ready for it to break down at any point.

Four hours later, we were all at another bar, an arcade bar, a special type of bar for Delilah and I. Our first date was at an arcade bar, and much like this one, the chemistry was too much to deny. Over pointless and terrible arcade games, we flirted mercilessly, talked about our lives, jobs, relationships, and history with group activities.

Delilah and I had had a few threesomes with Darla after our first experience. They opened us up to more possibilities, and I’d always felt a little bad that we hadn’t had a mfm for Delilah. I’m straight, but not so much as to be uncomfortable next to another guy. And frankly, the idea of Delilah feeling like a kid in a candy store was too sexy an image not to pursue.

The Delilah Experiments: Rope [MF]

“Does it hurt?” she asked, running the length of rope between her fingers. Portishead played gently in the background.

“Not if it’s done right.” I smiled.

She paused. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“Yeah. But we don’t have to— “

“no!” she stopped me, “…. no. It’s just… that’s a lot of rope.”

My smile turned to a grin. I’d shown her pictures of what I’d be doing to her, even the tutorial on how it’s done. She knew exactly what was going to happen to her and how it would happen.

“Do you want to tie me up first?” I asked. “Just so you can see it up close.”

After a pause, she nodded. I smiled.

She’s good at making me smile.

“Okay, here.” I put my wrists out like I was going to be handcuffed. “find the center of the rope, now fold it and lay it over… yeah. Now wrap it around, and make sure all of the rope is lying flat…” I walked her step by step through the whole thing. Her hands were shaking. Soon, my wrists were tied together. I shifted and twisted in the binds to show her what her limitations would be. Her eyes never left the rope.

The Delilah Experiments: The Threesome [FMF]

“You better destroy her tonight,” she said, “and I better hear all about it.”

I wasn’t at all surprised to hear these words. In fact, I was kind of surprised that it took this long. They came from Darla, Delilah’s best friend, as we watched Delilah tear it up on the dance floor. An hour earlier, they had been the first out on the floor together. All night, Darla kept complimenting how Delilah’s boobs looked in the amazing floral dress that she’d gotten. They’d joked for the last several months about experimenting together. Delilah told Darla every last detail about our sex life and even showed her these stories and the pictures that we sent each other.

If anything, the comment was long overdue.

“I’m sure she’ll tell you everything,” I smirked, thinking about how fucking lucky I was to have Delilah in my life. I haven’t written much about it, but she’d really been an amazing partner over the last six months. I’ll probably get into that in a different tale though.

The Delilah Experiments, part 1: The Window [MF]

Two in a day!
Delilah, I think I mentioned, grew up the very definition of a choir girl. That’s how I’d known her in high school, the transfer student from a catholic school who was way too nice to ever associate with a broody musician like me (gag). When we started hooking up, now 27 and reunited, one of the first impressions that I got was that she desperately wanted to push her boundaries. In the almost ten years since, she’d gotten tattoos, dyed her hair purple, moved to the city, and had a longer list of partners than I did. Yet none of them knew how to crack that shell. Apparently I did.

I’ll be documenting all of the kinks and quirks we got into over the next few weeks. Hope you enjoy.

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It started out simple enough. A week of not seeing her had led from us texting nearly every hour to an escalation of topics, and eventually how very, very compatible we are in bed came up. I told her at some point about my writing these stories, and she seemed interested, so I would write her little samples, just solo thoughts really. A little detail, just enough to fill in the blanks and round off the edges, and it would drive us both into a frenzy.

My First Weekend With Delilah, Part 3 [MF]

Sorry it’s been a while. I’ve honestly had trouble separating memorable experiences with Delilah from one another because there’s just too much sex, so I’m going to skip ahead a little bit. Suffice it to say that our first night, we did not sleep.

I’m not sure if I mentioned it, but the night Delilah and I got drinks was the day before New Years Eve. At some point after the sun came up, we passed out. It was probably after noon when we woke up and carried on talking like the night before; easy, free, nonstop. Somewhere between when the pho arrived and the second pot of coffee, she asked if I had any plans. Being recently broken up with, it turns out I didn’t. Almost immediately, she invited me to a party in the city that her friend was hosting.

After a long night of incredible sex with someone who was starting to feel like a soul mate, I was far from content to keep my hands to myself. At the liquor store down the street, I stood behind her and trailed my fingers up the back of her thighs. I felt shivers run through her as I ran them all the way up her spine. That earned me a sexy, knowing smirk.

My First Weekend with Delilah, part 2 [MF]

With one last kiss, I drove myself into her.

Her body arched completely off the bed, dragging the sheets and mattress liner with her.

“Fuck!”

There was a pent up need in both of us that had been building all night. The kind of intense desire that comes from a real connection forming unexpectedly. It wasn’t ferocious fucking or soulful lovemaking, but something in between. I would slip into her, feeling how her pussy gripped me rhythmically, massaging every inch of my length, and then a wave would go through her, a visible shiver sending goosebumps through her skin with every thrust. We were constantly moaning and sighing, a chorus of “fuck!” and “oh, god!”’s.

It struck me immediately just how reactive Delilah was (is). It’s been one of my favorite things about her. Her whole body tenses, shivers, and flinches with every new angle and deep thrust. Her eyes roll back and her head snaps forward with every scrape of my nails or nibble on her neck. There has never been a dull moment with her.

My First Weekend with Delilah, part 1 [MF]

Hey, all. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I’m back!

For the next… well, while, I want to tell you about Delilah. We actually went to high school together, but never ran in the same circles. Even then I could tell that she was a really cool person, but over the years I would be blown away by just how incredible she is.

Like I said, we went to school together, and while we didn’t hang out, we had mutual friends. Every couple of years, someone would bring her up in passing. “Delilah has been in Korea for a few years now.” “Did you see that picture of Delilah on the Great Wall?” “I heard she was joining the peace corps.”

Suffice it to say, as an avid adventurer, I was heartily disappointed that I hadn’t gotten to know her years before. So imagine my shock when, having recently become single and trying to figure out this whole online dating thing, I ran across her profile. I actually didn’t know that it was her at first, since the pictures are the last thing that I look at. Her profile was bold, charming, and full of indicators that she was just as adventurous as I am, so I frantically messaged her. It was only afterward that I remembered to look at her pictures and realized who she was.

How Dungeons & Dragons Led to Me Fucking My Old Friend [M22/F23], [Geek][Bond][Torture]

Warning: Geeky, Role Playing, Torture. If at any point you become legitimately concerned, I’ve added some explanation at the bottom.

I’d considered not posting this one due to how obscenely nerdy it is, but a bunch of requests in another thread convinced me. I’ve never been much into role playing in the sack. It usually seems so absurd and almost comedic, but this one time it just seemed to flow pretty naturally. Even looking back on it though, it’s laughable.

This takes place before Rey, probably towards the later end of Bailey, possibly between the two entirely. Bailey and I had definitely been broken up for a while, but we kept a fwb thing going afterward. Regardless..

Like most desperate twenty somethings, I’d taken to doing just about anything I could think of to get laid. At the time, my sexuality was so horrendously out of control that anyone of the female gender seemed like a viable option. Enter Kelly. All of 5’3”, ridiculously petite, with a pixie cut and an english degree. [For the visual learners](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/53/75/82/537582bf8c71fde2eada6f50557cde41.jpg)

[Update] Rey

It’s been a while since I posted anything here, so I figured I would give you an update. As some of you have asked, and I’m sure a few figured out on your own, the asexual girlfriend in a lot of my posts off of this sub is in fact Rey. I’ve always kept my profile open because I felt that context and learning about an author increases the value of the story, and some of you kindly contacted me inquiring about the situation.

While our sex life was amazing in the beginning, thus the stories, she slowly slipped into lower and lower sex drives. At this point, she virtually never wants any kind of sex and will go out of her way to avoid it.

When I started writing on here, the last time we’d had sex was August. That, and the last few times we’d had sex before it (which takes us back into 2014) were “just hurry up and get it over with” sex. As of now, the only time we’ve had sex since last August was at a convention about two months ago. That was also “hurry and finish” sex, done more out of tradition than any sense of wanting it, and genuinely seemed physically uncomfortable for her. That had the terrible effects of both whetting my pallet and making me relive sexual feelings, making me absolutely crave sex again, and solidified that sex with Rey will probably never be downright enjoyable again.

My Kind of Almost Threesome [M21/F21/F21]

A few of you may be familiar with my stories about Rey. Those seemed to go over well, so I’ll keep on rolling with my notable encounters. I’m going to set Rey’s stories aside for a minute though. One or two of you may remember that my first story was about a girl named Bailey. Truth be told, I’d intended to recount my memories in chronological order, but got caught up so much in writing about Rey that I just skipped right to her part in my life. I do still have a few stories with her left, but I’m trying to save them since it seems like she’s a bit of a crowd favorite.

If you haven’t read my first story (located below), Bailey was something of a high school senior fuck buddy. She looks like a slightly goth Kate Winslet with eggplant purple hair.