[MF] I’d Rather Be Burned as a Witch

I wanted to post this one for a while but it’s a little more involved than my other ones so it took a while to draft up. This is from a couple years ago, when I first moved out to the west coast. Names have been changed, of course. Story title inspired by the wonderful Eartha Kitt song. Skip to the 🔥 for the good stuff.

Story contains wax play.

I usually don’t add fwb on social media but when Andrew found me on IG, I figured there was no harm in it. Of my fwbs, Andrew was the closest to being a friend that would have my socials anyway. He knew me well, there was nothing that would surprise him on my feed.

Or so I thought.

One day I get a text from him – a screenshot of my IG story from earlier that day with the following text of *What is this?*

A table – decorated with candles, flowers in a bowl, loose tea in a cup, incense on a tray. My own caption, tagging two friends.

My First Blowjob [MF]

This is a small part of the bigger story about losing my virginity to a really hot guy in college. It’s still one of my favorite parts that I think about often.

The first cock I ever touched was also the first cock I ever sucked off. When he asked me if I wanted to try giving him a blowjob, I was so eager and excited.

It was after he fucked me for the first time. He had just made me cum around his cock. I was still breathless from my orgasm as he slid out of my wet pussy.

“You ok?” He was laughing as he said it, probably judging me by my wide-eyed look and shit-eating grin.

“Holy fuck – that was…that was amazing,” I said. “I wanna do that again, like, forever.”

He crawled up my body, kissing my skin and chuckling into it. I felt his hard cock against my body. I sucked in a breath, feeling the hot tip of his dick against my skin.

I reached out to his hips and ran a hand along his thigh. “I want to make you cum.” I wrapped my hand around his cock.

Some Real Fun [MF]

Long time lurker of this subreddit, first post – about this time I had a hot hookup with a stranger at a house party. (If you want to skip to the good stuff, start at the 🔥)

Even from across the room, he was striking. Soft eyes, a smile that made others smile, a voice as bright and clear as the whiskey he was drinking – he was a total charmer.

It was hard to focus on the conversation I was trying to make with a friend-of-a-friend. I racked my brain, trying to figure out who could possibly be a mutual friend between us. Then again, when the host said he was generous with guests bringing along friends, he wasn’t kidding. His huge LA residence was packed, and I only got an invite because my good friend was coworkers with the host, who was celebrating the release of a new project. I had no clue why I was really here, except it sounded better than spending another Friday night in.