[FM] roommate and chill

I had a roommate last year before I moved to my new dorm and I’ve been thinking about his cock ever since I moved into his place and we were some sort of being friends but I was really shy and never got the chance to actually talk to him until that night after I packed all my stuff where I decided I wanna spent my last night with him inside my mouth.

I felt John tense up “- Easy!..” he whispered nervously. I let his ball slip from my mouth and sucked his other one in to replace the first. I pulled away slowly, rubbing his trapped ball with my tongue while jerking his six-inch shaft. I moved in closer and fished for the first ball again. I wanted to cram them both into my mouth. Was this possible? Yes. Yes it was, I discovered.

With my mouth full of his scrotum, I began to massage his testicles with my tongue as I pulled away from him gently. John moaned and put his hands on my head guiding my mouth back in close. I let him lead and moved in and allowed his balls to slip wetly out of my mouth. I licked his shaft up to the head and slid my lips down his cock. I was shocked to discover just how soft his cockhead was. God! It felt so goddamned good in my mouth.

I was bound and blindfolded and had a train ran on me. It was perfect. [FM]

It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while to have something like this done to me. In my fantasies it was always much dirtier and unsafe than it ended up being, but lucky for me my horny mind is kept in check by my terrific, level headed dom.

The final plan we decided on was that he would invite a bunch of his similarly kinky friends over for wine and charcuterie and sex with me, with me being tied up and blindfolded in the other room, toys and mandatory condoms lined up next to me. When it came time for fucking, my dom would stand watching in the corner to make sure I was safe. He had and still has complete faith in his friends to not go over my predetermined limits, but y’know. Safety.

They all took turns coming into the room, groping my body all over, some petting me, some slapping me. Some came in and just went right to fucking me or shoving a dildo up my cunt, some just spent the whole time teasing me and pulling on my nipples. I never saw who any of them were, but they saw all of me on full display.

The hard limit I didn’t know I had [FF]

I went on a date with a girl I met on Tinder. She was lovely, but I was a little weirded out by the fact that she was younger than me. It was only a three year difference but she was still in college and I’m just generally attracted to older people.

I’ve always been into feminine women but she was hyper girly to the point it was distracting. I don’t think it would have mattered if we had been the same age but the rainbow sweaters were throwing me off.

I mean, she was hot though.

After a couple of dates she finally invited me back to her place. I accept… even though it’s a little odd she lives in a dorm.

We make out quite a bit on the way there and she’s an excellent kisser.

*Maybe age is just a number.*

At one point in the walk she pulls me to the side and makes out with me against a brick wall and fondles me through my shirt.

*Alright, this girl has moves.*

On the elevator ride up she takes off her own damn underwear and hands them to me.

[MF] A hotpast story to rule them all…

On the morning of our ten-year wedding anniversary, we are still lying in bed. It’s the weekend and I’m trying to sleep in after a long work week. However, it shortly becomes clear she has other plans.

My wife is Chinese and has long raven-black hair, a slender sexy frame, and perfect firm breasts with perky nipples. I have grown to appreciate her ass over the years, especially since she developed a small obsession with yoga. In contrast, I’m a white muscle-bound oaf with short, light blonde hair.

I’m pleasantly woken to a soft hand reaching down my underwear and a warm breath in my ear. My cock responds on queue by hardening in her eager hand. Knowing that I have a fetish to hear about her hotpast stories, she whispers that she has been thinking about a previous encounter with her ex. I mumble a grunt in my approval and ask her to tell me more…

“We did a small road trip and had gotten a hotel room” she started, and then quickly cut to the chase “And we were taking a hot shower together. He had washed my hair and was behind me rinsing the soap off my back. I knew he wanted to fuck me in the shower, but I wouldn’t let him.” By this time, I’m raging hard, so I turn her to her side and spoon her.

[M]y [F]iance found the one girl I was NOT ok with her fucking

No one gets laid in this story. That’s kinda the point.

 

I needed to take a break from writing the long series about first hooking up with my former fiance. I decided to write a quick and easy story about this really funny conversation we had where our very open and honest communication backfired on me pretty hard.

 

After we’d been together for a while and were much more used to being a couple, had lived together for a long time, and were really involved in each other’s lives, we had established a rule.

 

I identify myself as demisexual, which can mean slightly to very different things for each individual. For me, in short, brief, layman’s terms, it means I only fuck people I’m bonded with emotionally, and I’m so sensitive about it that I literally can’t see myself ever so casually hooking up with anyone or dating more than one person at a time, but that is specifically just for me as an individual and does not apply to the people I date. Conversely some who identify as demisexual really, really need exclusivity in their partnerships.

 

[F] The Forbidden Sex Life of a Mormon Housewife – Part 1: Self-Discovery

Dear Reader, you should be ashamed of yourself. I know I am.

You see, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Many know us as “Mormons,” due to the book we consider companion scripture to the Bible—The Book of Mormon.

No doubt some of you have seen The Book of Mormon Musical. Some of you may have read or heard strange rumors of my faith. Most of it is probably hogwash—though some of it may be true.

I once had a man ask if I grew my hair a certain way to hide my horns. That is, after all, what his preacher had told him about Mormons, and Jesus wouldn’t lie to his preacher.

As a member of “the Church” we are taught to obey certain tenants—commandments—in order to remain within the good graces of the Lord.

But you see, dear reader, at times in this author’s three decades, that has proven most difficult indeed. My vice, you ask?

Isn’t it apparent?

[MF] “No one will believe you” – meeting up with a fellow Redditor

(The following story is completely true. As a heads up to those who are kink-sensative, there will be mentions of rapeplay and breeding within this tale. Please do not continue reading if you find these subjects to be overwhelming. The Redditor I’m writing about has given me consent to post this erotica, and I’m extremely thankful for their feedback on these details.)

I never expected to make a connection with someone on Reddit that lived so close and shared so many of my kinks. The world, however, has a strange way of making some naughty kind of magic happen. After sending a certain user a DM and hitting things off over some time, we learned that we lived very near to each other, and we started to do some voice and video calls. After discovering how well we got along, the two of us decided that meeting would be a wildly fun idea. She picked the day and the place, and I exercised my dominant energy and aggressively agreed.

Fired one of my employees and then let him cum on my face right after! [FM]

I’ve always been turned on by the idea of fucking someone who works underneath me. Something about that power reversal. To go from being the lady who’s handing out assignments and evaluating everyone’s performance to being the office cum dump… it just gets me going.

I’ve never actually done it though. Slut life aside, my job is precious to me and it’s a common roleplay that I do with my husband and/or fuck buddies. Besides, in my fantasies, the men are much more attractive than the average guy in my office.

Well, except for this one guy that I hired a year or so ago. I’m not gonna pretend that his looks didn’t have at least a small part in him getting the job. It wasn’t like he was a terrible applicant, but he was handsome enough that I didn’t mind seeing him around the office compared to some other slightly better applicants who didn’t have his looks. And while I’ve definitely fantasized about letting him use me as his personal cum rag every lunch break, I’ve kept it mostly professional. Well, except maybe a bit of casual flirting here and there, but nothing overtly sexual.

The guy I told him not to worry about [MF]

So I was with my ex for 4 years, throughout the whole thing, I was friends with this guy Ben. My ex didn’t like Ben, saw him as a threat. I myself saw ben as harmless.

Flash forward to yesterday. I broke up with my ex about a week ago, and after a night of drunken mistake, Ben came over to hang out and get filled in on my drunken behaviour from the night before. We talked daily but didn’t get to hang often so it was nice to see him.

After a few hours, something changed. Our tone of conversation changed from talking about other people to each other. At this point I was so nervous, we had been friends for so long, what if I was picking up the wrong signals?

Then I asked him, “if I did something, would you promise not to judge me for it?”

Of course he said it depends on what it was but to go ahead.

I pulled him in by his shirt and kissed him harder than I’d kissed someone in a long time. Within minutes we were naked and I pushed him on to my couch to suck his dick.

Gave in to Temptation with a Stranger [MF] [Long]

Buckle in, this one is a slow burn.

This story takes place several years ago when I was a younger man fresh out of college, and it’s almost surprising to think how much time has passed, and how many times I’ve replayed these events in my head, both what I did and what I wish I had done.

However, I will do my best to tell you the story as it happened, as best as I remember it.

Several years ago, one early summer pre-pandemic, back when you weren’t afraid to get too close with a stranger, I found myself with a delightfully free weekend. My SO was out of town and I was not sure what to do with myself, so I decided I would drive over to the nearby major city and check out a club for a hobby interest of mine. The meeting was on Sunday morning, 2 hours away. I decided to spend the night before, since the city was famed for it’s nightlife and good food. I decide to keep it cheap, and after plenty of googling, settled on a cheap but nice hostel. I figured I would only be sleeping there, so why not. More money for drinks, right?