My Girlfriend Accidentally Made Me Cum With My Roommate In The Room [MF]

(True story)

A few months back my girlfriend (F) (we’ll call her G) and I (M) were staying at a hotel for a fraternity formal. It was a pretty expensive hotel, so we decided to split the room with my roommate (F) and her boyfriend (let’s call them R and B, respecitvely), who my girlfriend and I are both close with. The formal itself wasn’t anything to write home (or Reddit) about, so I’ll spare you the details, but the morning after was.

For those visual readers out there:

A little about me and my girlfriend— we’re both juniors at a small but well-known college. We’ve been dating for a little over a year and a half and have a great relationship. Physcially, I’m a little under six feet and lean but fairly muscular thanks to lifting. I’ve been complimented for my arms and V by many people. I’ve also been told by several women that I’m generously endowed, and even that my cock is ‘pretty’. I’m no supermodel, but I’m OK with what I’ve got.

[FM] Caught in the locker room

I had been going to a new gym for a couple of weeks before I spotted Gym Guy (G.G.) in the weight room. His basketball shorts left very little to the imagination, and I caught myself watching him on more than one occasion, neglecting House Hunters looping on my treadmill screen. I could tell he saw me staring and would glance in my direction with a smile after every set. In turn, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with each rep.

One night, a week or so later, I pulled up to the gym after work, figuring I would get in a quick workout before they closed. As I got out of my car, I glimpsed G.G. striding across the parking lot towards the entrance. We locked eyes and he smiled coyly, biting at his bottom lip. I looked him up and down, eyeing the faint outline of his cock through his grey sweatpants. After my 30-minute run, I headed to the locker room for a quick shower. The women’s and men’s locker rooms were separated by a small distance and I noticed G.G. walking in just ahead of me. Fresh out of the shower, I made my way towards the changing area. The room was empty, deserted. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a built figure bending over a pile of towels. I immediately recognized G.G., one hand holding a drenched towel draped over his thigh.

Wonderful Things Happen in Golden Gate Park [MF][pregnant woman]

There’s a little space in Golden Gate Park, a paved section off the main road no bigger than a tennis court, where roller-skaters and roller-bladers practice and groove. Someone brings a boombox, and some of the skaters dance, but mostly they just take long, lazy circles. I rode my bike down there, to chill out and watch the happy skaters. I love the variety of people: this day, there were a couple in 70’s disco style, big chunky roller-skates, a couple of graceful young gay men with literal capes fluttering after them, an array of regulars in everything from hippie casual to a business suit–and today there was someone I hadn’t seen before. She was gorgeous, glossy black hair falling to mid-back, olive skin, a big smile as she took a corner a little too fast and had to swerve a bit to miss another skater. She was also pregnant, her t-shirt bowed out by the round swell of her belly, and I felt a distinctive thrill at that; something about the curves of her thighs and hips and the curve of her pregnancy resonated so well.

My boyfriend had the fucking nerdiest birthday request [FM]

Men are so weird.

I’m a big birthday person and kind of have a rule about birthday sex. My soft limits tend to go out the door for that one magical day.

I’ve gotten some weird requests when I explain this rule. I’ve dressed as cheerleader (that was awkward), worn a toy in public, and have been asked to do anal many times (that ones a popular one).

I didn’t see this one coming.

My ex was really into rough sex so when I presented this to him, I was expecting some kind of debauchery. He thought about it for a few days and then told me he knew what he wanted, but couldn’t quite spit it out.

“I’m afraid you’re going to make fun of me.”

“Bro, I’ve been asked very weird things when I’ve put this out. Whatever it is, I won’t judge.”

“Ok… I had this fantasy for a long time, but it’s a very, very nerdy fantasy.”

“Am I dressing up as Gandalf?”

“No it’s just… you know that video game I play? Where all my friends are online?”

Once upon a time, I got fingered in a nightclub… 😈 [FMM]

To set the scene, it was Halloween, and past 2am at this point. My then-boyfriend [m22] and I [f19] had been clubbing since 10 and had started drinking a few hours earlier, so we were well and truly off our faces. And *very* horny – thats just the effect booze had on us. Through the night we’d both had our eyes on the crowd, looking to see if we could find someone we both fancied, someone to pass some time with together… But til this point we’d had little luck. We were in a new club now though, change of scenery and pace. ABBA was blasting through the speakers, it was busy, and everyone was drunk and merry. I narrowly dodged flying elbows of a cheering hen party on my way to the bar as a gal dropped a pile of neon shots on their table.

A short wait later, I’d gotten my drink, and we went to the dance floor. We were both overly frustrated and desperate for other interaction… So after a brief moment of drunken planning, he went for a walk around the club to see if he could find anyone worth a flirt. I’m not sure how long I was stood by the bar alone before I was approached, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.

[F]18, I got called on in class just as I was having an orgasm

Lol, that sounds crazy so let me explain. When I was like 15 (I’m 19 now) I discovered that if I tense and relax my pelvic muscles rhythmically for like 10 minutes or so I can give myself a little “mini-orgasm”. So now I kind of do it as a habit? Like if I’m bored in class or killing time or whatever. I probably do it 5 times a day, sometimes more though. I don’t think I’ve ever been “caught” but if you were watching close I you’d probably see my eyelids flutter and maybe I’d bite my lip.

Anyway, this story is from last year, in physics class. I’m totally tuned out and using my little “superpower” and riiiiight on the edge of cumming when my teacher calls on me (“Jasmine?”) and it kind of startles me into having the orgasm. So I’m like feeling it roll over me and I KNOW if I try to talk it’s gonna be gibberish so instead I let out the biggest yawn I can to try to wait it out. And it works lol, I totally get away with it. And then I stumble through an answer which was mostly right even!

My [M50+] first Tantric Massage Experience [MF]

“Fuck me…” I muttered in disgust after hanging up my phone. It was news of yet another cancelled meeting with a prospective client that I had scheduled to meet weeks before at an industry conference in Las Vegas. Apparently, a wave of Covid had washed through a large portion of our industry at a super spreader event the week before, but as I was not in attendance I dodged that bullet.

A month before, I had booked a larger suite at my hotel in Vegas. The suite was designed to handle client gatherings complete with an office table, but it was going to waste since no one was coming. I’d received some cancellations leading up to the trip, but I’d spent all morning receiving updated cancellations via emails, texts and phone calls. My calendar was wiped out, so the rest of my day was now wide open to do as I pleased. I scrolled thru my contact list and sent out a few inquiries to some other prospects in case they were free, but I knew getting on someone else’s schedule this late meant my chances were slim.

[MF] Anniversary afternoon delight

Lately I have been on here a lot more often and seeing everyone else and their hot stories helped me remember how hot sex with my wife still is from time to time. (Sorry if this is to long for you all I had a hard time cutting any details out)

This happened a few nights ago and I’m not sure on her side what made her get that slutty feeling, maybe it was because it was our anniversary, but on my side it was seeing all the sexy people and couples on here as well as some of the new friends ive made. I have joined some really hot sub reddits that have been driving me nuts (always open to suggestions on new ones if you wanna let me know your favorite)

I [F] a successful businesswoman with a Marvel kink, finger-fuck myself in a 5 star hotel

I flew to the New York Headquarters of my fortune 50 employer this morning through a Red Eye. Had audio video checks and practice session of my presentation to be expected at the annual convention tonight. This is the biggest opportunity for me to speak so far! And I have soooo much nervous energy.

I then spent the afternoon with my friend/mentor/fuckbuddy (not in that order) over lunch at a “legal” cafe. Treating me to my favourite Melon Quiche and Malana Kush(in that order).

I came to my hotel room a little high but super motivated. This was the thing with ganja, it brought out the genius in me.

I lit up a gifted joint in my vanilla smelling room. It was the penthouse hotel room, at a beautiful 5 star hotel in Manhattan.

The ganja fired my nerves and mind, and I practiced my speech in privacy for another hour. Finally, when I knew I was close to perfect, I decided to relax, with my nightly hotel routine.

I lit up the joint some more, then stripped and lay down on my all white sheets. Hotel room adventures are especially delightful to me.

My ex destroyed “my” shirt [FM]

*Tis I, Viola’s conscience, asking you to please have rough sex responsibly and establish a safe word or signal beforehand. Just a reminder that all parties were very experienced in this kind of sex and fully consented.*

He was a sweet man. I never had really strong feelings for him, but we had good sex. We ultimately broke up because we were long distance, but he visited my city about a year after our breakup and we had a moment.

We were invited to the same party completely at random. The host went to introduce us and my ex started laughing. “Oh I know, V.”

The host looked in between us. “Oh yeah, y’all went to the same law school.”

“We kind of dated,” I explained.

Eventually we ended up in our host’s basements so we could “talk.” It’s not that we had ended on bad terms, but we had ended pretty suddenly and stopped talking because we were in different cities. We were both a little hurt.

We talked for a long time about our breakup, and then our relationship generally, and finally sex. We really liked that topic.