[M]y [F]irst time staying over

This is a completely true story that happened last night and into this morning. I am writing with consent (u/alexisw3st) from the other person so neither of us forget any of it and to share it with all of you!

So Alexis (21) and I (25) have been seeing each other for awhile now. We have a chemistry that cannot be beat and with good chemistry leads to AMAZING sex. Now I know you probably think you have amazing sex, but this is next level, passionate, dirty, fucking, and love making.

While we have been seeing each other I have yet to spend the night and we both really wanted to get drunk and just spend the night hanging out and of course fucking. I arrive early in the evening and we go get the supplies needed for the night (snacks, drinks, and tequila). That part is fun and all but when we get back to her place is when the real fun happens.

I [F] squirted! Best sex I’ve had as a recently exploring slut

I’m (f30) very new to exploring my sexual and sensual side with partners. I really only properly got started in January. Since then I’ve fucked something like 7 different dudes. Turns out I’m a bit of a slut.

It’s fun. I’m loving it. I love giving head, letting a man thrust his hips up and fuck my face while Im kneeling between his knees and he’s stretched out, relaxed in front of me. I love making eye contact as I tease the tip of his cock, watch his head fall back and hear him groan at the teasing.

I love penetration. It feels so fucking good. This is how I knew I probably could squirt, but hadn’t ever had it happen. There’s just this deep satisfying feeling I get when someone fucks me with their hand or cock or tongue.

So, I was on an app looking for potential hookups when I see the profile of a man 18 years older than me who advertises his love of massage and making women squirt. I LOVE massage. I live for it. It’s the best. And I’ve never squirted before…So I message him.

Mutual Masturbation Fantasy Played out with [M] y Married [F] riend

A few months ago I found myself back in my hometown to visit family for the first time since the beginning of the pandemic. I messaged a few different friends before I arrived letting them know I’d be there for at least a few days and seeing if anyone wanting to hang out. My friend Amanda (not her real name) who I had known since middle school responded that she had been “Dying to get out of the house for a drink.”

Her and I had always flirted but things had never physically gone beyond your typical drunken make out session because one of us had always had a significant other. We had been close though, like really close, like mutual friends were surprised we never got married kind of close. Anyway, she got pregnant and then married followed closely by the pandemic and me moving away so we had definitely drifted apart the last 3 or 4 years. Still, it was exciting to think I was going to see her again.

How my affair with my MIL started. Part 2 [MF]

Back by popular demand. The tale of how I started fucking my 43 yo MIL. See my first post to get caught up. And now as Paul Harvey would say “the rest of the story”

As Laura, my GFs mom had just exposed herself to my throbbing erection and whispered, “Maybe we can do something about that later.” She then gets up and exits my room, leaving me again to stroke my cock thinking of her.

I quickly get off and jump up to get dressed as we’re headed to the city. While in the city, I try to play casual, giving my GF attention, randomly joking, and flirting with her mom when an opportunity arises. Her mom says she wants to buy new clothes, as does my GF, so they head off to the women’s section as I browse the store. I catch up to them a little while later by the dressing room. My GF is outside by the cart as her mom is in trying on clothes. My GF proceeds to show me some shirts and panties she picked out. We chat for a minute when her mom opens the changing room door and steps out in a pair of low-rise, form-fitting jeans, clearly from the juniors section. I give her a playful wolf whistle, my GF gives me side eyes momentarily, but she knows I’m always this way. Her mom asks if they look ok, my GF quickly jumps at the opportunity to roast her mother and said something along the lines of “better than the 80’s high waters you normally wear!” We both laugh playfully, as her mom says she’ll try and be more fashionable…I wonder why. 😏

fingered on couch beside friend [FM]

a few years ago me and my friend kelsey decided to drink with these guys jared, dean, and evan at my house. we had met them the night before at this party. kelsey and jared had already decided that they wanted to fuck. we drank and dean kept hitting on me and i kept avoiding him. cause he’s not really my type.

we all decided to go swimming in my pool and me and evan kind of started flirting. then we all got out of the pool and dean tracked grass in my house. evan yelled at him and i found that very hot. i brought evan a pair of basketball shorts that i had and he had his pants off when i walked in. i walked back where everyone else was and then sat in the arm of the couch beside kelsey.

jared looked at me and said “you like dick?” and i just looked at him confused and said “what?” and then kelsey came over and he said it again and kelsey screamed “she doesn’t even look like a lesbian” then jared was like “no i just think some pussy could calm evan down. he’s in a kind of bad mood.”

Helping [M]y [F]riend in the kitchen turns into a relationship.

Me and a group of friends pretty regularly had a hangout night on Friday’s or Saturdays. Someone would volunteer their place and either cook or order pizza and we would have a good time. Movies, video-games, board and card games. Everyone would bring a drink of choice to share and we’d find somewhere to sleep it off and leave the next day.

Well, Lizzy volunteered her place that weekend and wanted to cook. We all arrive and start hanging out. When it comes time for her to cook, I offer to help while everyone else plays. If memory serves it was Munchkin.

Lizzy and me had always gotten along reqlly well but never been overly flirty. But that night we were joking and flirting the entire time we cooked and rough house playfully when it was safe.

Well at one point she jumps on me to keep me from taking something out. My hands immediately grab her ass out of reflex to hold her and she moaned a little and smirked.

“Ooh. So that’s why you wanted to be alone in the closed kitchen with me, pervert.” She teased.

How my affair with my MIL Started [MF]

This part is rather long and not too juicy, but I feel I need to share how it all started. Probably the longest story I’ll write. It does get more hot in heavy, a lot of high risk wild sex. Just have to let you know where it all began.

So buckle in; this is a bit of a long intro to an affair that spanned a few years. This was in my previous marriage and I have since remarried. Just felt compelled to share my story.

I was in high school just turned 18, about to start my senior year. My family had decided to up and move to a new city, and I was left with the decision to try and find a place to stay to finish out my senior year,or move to a new town, new school, the works. One day I was out to lunch with my GF and her mom. Her mom Laura was a nice woman, small frame, maybe 130-140 lbs. Imagine Trinity from the Matrix, just without the leather and slicked back hair. She dressed with 80’s and 90’s style cues at that point. High wasted jeans, turtle necks.

A casual stroll turned into a quick fuck with a married man [FM]

There’s a park nearby where I live that I like to visit sometimes, especially when it’s sunny outside. A hot summer’s day is always a good excuse to wear a pretty sundress. Usually I just walk around for a while before heading back home. This time as I was walking I started to notice a cute older guy walking towards me.

We locked eyes and smiled at each other. For some reason his smile caught me off guard and I momentarily stopped walking. To try and prevent myself from feeling awkward I had the bright idea to pretend to tie my shoelaces. I turned around so my back was facing him and leaned forward to adjust my shoe.

I’m not sure if he could see underneath my dress or not, but I wasn’t exactly trying to hide what was underneath. I was kind of hoping he could get a good view of my ass. When I realized that there were others around that could probably see too I got up to turn around and face him. He was a lot closer to me now. As we faced each other he quickly turned his head away and looked embarrassed. I started to move very close towards him. As we passed each other I brushed his arm with my hand. He immediately stopped, so I did too. I then whispered into his ear, “take me somewhere private.” Immediately he grabbed my hand and almost dragged me to the parking lot.

[MF] I [M37] matched with a Latina Lawyer [F34] on Tinder, and had one of the most intense, passionate, steamy, sweaty sex ever…

I’ve been travelling and lately my Tinder/Online Dating game has been off. Perhaps it was the city I am in, I was not getting a lot of matches or dates. It’s also another sign that I need to invest in better pictures and improve my profiles.

But this past weekend, I hit the jackpot and matched with a hot smoking latina on Tinder. And had one of the most memorable sexual experiences. I apologize in advance. This story is a bit too long. (*P.S. If you are anxious to get to the sex part, you can skip and just go directly to the section called “The Sex”)*

It was a Tuesday night (this past weekend), and I got a notification that I matched with someone. I checked her profile and she looked smoking hot. She looked like an elegant woman who took care of her appearance and her life.

I wasted no time and sent her a simple message *“Hi Laura, how are you?”*

**P.S. I never use real names or reveal locations in my stories. I want to protect mine and their privacy. So obviously, Laura isn’t a real name. Also, please don’t message me asking me for details of the story.**

40[F] professor spoiled me 22[M] for two years…

2011. The college year started differently for me. Having dropped out once, I knew I had to do well and stay focused on grades. And I tried my best. But there was one class I found myself more distracted than the rest. A kind of prep course students had to participate in.

I wasn’t particularly happy about the placement, but the professor… She was like no one I’d ever seen or met. Genuine, kind, and beautiful.

An Irish sweetheart, complete with a biting humor and intoxicating desire for life.

So the semester came and went. A few flirtations exchanged. A few long conversations after class and even some in her office. Nothing crossed a line. Until the last day.

As my young and oblivious classmates exited the room, I stayed for a chat as I had done many times. Except this time I got up the courage and asked her for a drink.

Stunned, and noticeably flattered, she accepted, knowing I was of age and that the conversation would not be dull at least. We laughed at the irony of it all. A professor and a (now) former student. Cliché to a disgusting degree. Yet we had established a good rapport, so we decided on a dive bar.