[FM] First time [squirting]

Earlier this week, I (27F) stayed over with my FWB (28M). One of my favorite things about him is how easy it is to spend hours talking to him on his porch, so that’s we did. Then around midnight, we curled up in bed and it was on.

We were all over each others’ bodies with our hands, but eventually he settled a couple fingers inside my pussy while I sucked his dick. I’d half given up on having an orgasm, though I was enjoying myself, just because I am notoriously difficult to get off. He took his fingers out of me and I knelt next to him to give better attention to his dick. He stopped me and said he was really hoping to get me off tonight, and reached behind me and put three and then four fingers in me from behind and tentatively started fucking my very stretched but also very wet pussy. I tend to need a lot of clitoral stimulation so I started rubbing my own clit. He put his free hand on top of mine and started applying a lot of pressure on my labia just around my clit. Tentatively at first he said “cum for me.” I wasn’t sure I’d heard him, so I asked what he said, and he repeated it a few times, louder and more forceful each time. Our hands’ movements getting more fervent, I felt what I thought was a normal clitoral orgasm building but just before the release, something shifted and his hand inside me and the sheets were covered in a few drops of clear fluid. I looked down, completely stunned, as this had never happened. I told him I had literally never done that before, and the look on his face was priceless.

Bar couch blowjob [M/F]

First, a little bit of background. I am polyamorous, and happily partnered. There are kinks I have that my partner does not care to participate in, so I am allowed to fulfill those needs with other people. This particular story is about my attempt at getting over a breakup with a recent lover.

After a long night of partying with coworkers, trying to forget the breakup (he decided he couldn’t share me with my partner), I couldn’t face the silence at home. Tension building between my legs, as is my reaction to heartbreak initially, I had the cab driver drop me off at the one other place I felt at home, where I thought there would be a friendly ear, though well after closing time. That place is a bar where I have been a regular off and on for about a decade, since before I could even drink. The best way I can describe the scene is Burning Man meets bordello: low lights, curtains, beaded and otherwise, soft cushions and low couches. It has always welcomed the artists and freaks into its fold.