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When the sex was so good, he left $1000 for it [FM]

I’m standing on his porch, waiting to be let inside. His house is really nice. I imagine what it’d be like to live here too, in some future where I garden on the weekends.

We haven’t been seeing each other lately. He knows I’m fucking other people. What am I supposed to do? Move into his nice house, replace his ex wife, and grow old with him?

He doesn’t pull me into the usual big hug when he opens the door. His hands stay in his pockets.

We make small talk in his foyer until he slams his hand down on the entry table, shaking the piece of art above it.

“I can’t fucking do this.” He’s almost shaking, looking down at the table. “Is this what you want? Making bullshit small talk?” He asks me.

“No,” I say.

We look at each other. He softens.

“Go upstairs.”

His bed is comfortable. I lie there thinking about the other people I’ve fucked recently. Hands crossed over my stomach, I feel nervous for some reason. Read more »

I hooked up with the electrician on the job site [FM]

My friend and I were both working for this new restaurant. It was still under construction and he was the electrician on the job. He stomped around in big tradesman boots, all muscles and tattoos. I was young, but I knew I wanted this guy to fuck me sideways.

In the afternoons after he left, my friend and I would go get iced coffees, sit outside, and talk about all the ways we wanted to fuck him.

One of us would start and the other would chime in with horny suggestions.

“Ooooo, what about the walk-in?” she said talking about the restaurant’s big walk-in fridge.

“Oh my god yeahhhh, warm me up Daddy.”

“God imagine him pressing you up against one of the walls. Naked.”

I laugh. “My nipples would be so fucking hard. Shit, maybe they would stick to the walls and then he’d have to lick them free.”

We’d laugh until we couldn’t anymore. The joke/fantasy ends with his come freezing on the floor and the chef we hate having to unknowingly scrape it off.

As fun as this shit was, the real thing still seemed like a bad idea. I ask her one day: Read more »

The time my boyfriend didn’t let us fuck a stripper in Thailand [FM] almost [FMF]

We’re at a really nice restaurant on some double digit floor overlooking Bangkok, but I’m so fucking jetlagged. We’ve just landed after a 20 hour flight.

“Hey, do you want a coffee or something?” He asks me.

“Coffee? Dude, I’m gonna need to see some drugs or some titties to stay awake.”

He laughs. “I’ll see what I can do.”

We’re both degenerates that love sex and strip clubs.

After dinner, we go play connect four and smoke hookah in plastic lawn chairs outside a strip mall. The tobacco and the merciless need to crush my boyfriend at this game do wake me up. Some girls in bikinis walk by us and invite us to a “show” inside the strip mall. Finally, some titties.

We go inside for the show, and it’s like a western strip club, except there are four or five girls up on the stage at once. There are two poles set up at either end of the stage. The other 40 guys here are all watching the stage. Read more »

The best sex I had during my wild and crazy phase [FM]

Everyone at work is talking about the new guy. When I first see him, I get why. He’s hot and looks like the type that will eat your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth.

I end up being an hour late to our first date, because I’m kind of a wreck at this point in my life. He’s really sweet and doesn’t give me a hard time about it. We spend half the time talking and half the time making out.

I haven’t been on many dates lately. I’ve honestly been partying too much. I’ve only been going out with my craziest friend. We cycle through nights of parties and men. We text each other in the morning from random bedrooms across the city and triangulate where to meet up so we can do the same thing all over again. All the sex I’ve been having is wild and anonymous.

This is kind of like that, but different. It’s nice to slow down and just make out before we’ve taken our clothes off. I like the way he’s dressed, I like the way he talks. I like the way he kisses. Read more »

What they don’t tell you about a threesome [Part 3] [FMF]

*Part 3 is the story told by the M in this threesome.*

It was a situationship. I’ve been there before. But I’m in my 30s now. Older, wiser, smarter! I know how to solve this. Go on, T. Make your 20-something self quiver at your 30-something self’s maturity. Go off, king!

But V is a hard person to force things with. She’s tall and slender with black hair that rolls down her back in loose waves. She insists that it’s very dark brown, but you have to squint sideways in just the right light to see what she’s talking about, and even then it’s a stretch. But it doesn’t matter. Her hair is brown, and she won’t back down.

She has pudgy little earlobes and a pretty face. Her eyebrows and hair bounce between immaculately refined and wild & untamed. She is amazing, raw, open, and pure, unlike anyone I’ve ever met.

By month three, I know I want to be with her. But she just ended a nearly decade long relationship two months before I met her. I was her first date since, and I’m not sure she’s ready to be with anyone yet. Read more »

The power play [FM]

He puts me between his legs, my back against his chest. He covers my tits in body oil and he rubs them together. They slide and bulge around his hands. I feel his cock press against me, but he’s holding back.

He wants the power play.

“I don’t think we should…” I slip into my fantasy of losing my virginity again. It’s my favorite fantasy. I feel vulnerable and nervous and excited, like I once did.

His cock is barely inside me. My body begs for the rest of it.

“You can’t…” I say.

“But I need it,” his voice darkens.

Hearing that he needs me makes me wet. He pushes himself all the way inside me. I’m tucked under his chin, but I know the face he’s making. It’s the face he makes when he takes me. I imagine it and it turns me on.

He fucks me harder even though I’m saying no. One of his arms is wrapped around me, he’s holding me tight and my face is pressed against his chest. I feel him get close.

“You can’t come inside me,” I say quietly. Saying no feels good. Read more »

What they don’t tell you about a threesome [Part 2] [FMF]

As told by the other F in this threesome.

I’m following her into his apartment and he shuts the door behind us. We just spent the last 3 hours getting reacquainted in person over food and drink – her, him, and I. The last 3 hours he was teasing me with his eyes across the table, trying to get a read on me. The last 3 hours she sat next to me so I could get a feel for her, make out her curves underneath her sheer clothes. She is everything I imagined her to be: witty, beautiful, and kind. I’m intimidated by how forward and graceful she is. And he is the exact same as the last time I saw him months ago: handsome, dorky, and sweet. I’ve always been kind of intimidated by how effortlessly charming he is. I feel like an observer, and I am. I’ve imagined what they were like together for so long that it feels unreal to see them actually in front of me. The synastry touches me – the whole night we are finishing each other’s sentences, and I wonder if they feel the conversation is just as stimulating as foreplay for them, too… Read more »

Sex with the two men I love [FM]

*Disclaimer. This is a story about cheating. It was so fucking wrong and I’ll never do it again, but please don’t @ me.*

I’m cheating. It’s worrying how easy it is to forget. I remind myself all the time, as some sort of twisted penance. In the grocery store, I remind myself. In the bathroom at work, I remind myself. I hate myself, I remind myself. I’ve split myself into two and I have to keep reminding myself.

We had sex a couple hours ago, but he wants more. Desire is my favorite drug. I want to revel in it, inject it into my body. Maybe sex is really just my way of getting someone else’s desire inside my body.

He asks me to find a video I like. I scroll through my usual subreddits. A picture comes up of a GIANT cock next to some tiny chick’s face. It’s truly so ridiculous that we both start laughing. We’re bent over laughing so fucking hard. His cock is hard in his hand, and we can not stop laughing.

I’m laughing so hard, I can’t breathe. Tears roll down my cheeks. Read more »

What they don’t tell you about a threesome [FMF]

*This one is more emotional than usual. There’s some hot, dirty stuff toward the end if that’s what you’re here for. Or read any of my other stories.*

It’s been a weird year for me sexually. I got out of an almost decade long relationship filled with deviant, rough sex. That does weird things to you when you try to get back out there.

I fell in love with the first person I started dating, like an idiot. The sex is fine. Serviceable. We’re both getting off, we both have an idea of what the other likes.

But he never really gets into it, never really let’s go. I ask him why and he says it’s “because of who you are”. Whatever that means. He says that he can’t fuck me the way he wants to, that he respects me too much.

*Holy fucking red flag.* I almost don’t want to ask the follow up question, but I have to know.

“Do you… respect women less after you fuck them?”

“No, of course not!” He’s offended. “That’s the really weird part. I don’t think that at all.” Read more »