Gang Bang with Old people [Group]

Sam is my 51-year-old boyfriend who likes sharing me with his older pals. And I’m 24 years old. This party we were going to was held in one of his friend’s houses and he let me in on how things work and if I was comfortable doing them. I loved exploring new things with him, so it was always a yes from me.

The party was held on a Saturday night and the dress code was a bikini. The bikini I wore barrely held my assets and I like it that way. A few minutes drive and we arrived at his house, the owner Jerry 57-year-old guy greeted me with a french kiss and a love bite and led me inside the house.

A large living room with 2 sofas was placed opposite the large glass window which framed the swimming pool. There were a total of 7 guys and 3 girls including me. Sam went across the hall and started banging one of the blondes while 2 of the other guys rubbed their cocks. The other girl was near the swimming pool with Jerry and a skinny guy moving their hips.

I [M]et her in the airport. And then we fucked. Remembering a time when we could still travel for work.

I’m in a west coast city 1800 miles from home. I’m wearing a robbe and sitton on the couch of my hotel suite. There’s a naked woman napping in the bedroom. She’s completely worn out and freshly fucked.

When I’m traveling alone I hit on women in the airport. You can’t do that if you’re afraid of failure because it’s a low yield proposition. Maybe out of twenty times it actually goes somewhere. And even then is doesn’t often lead to sex.

But sometimes it does. Every now and then you find a fellow business travel looking to blow off steam. or someone on vacation and looking to cut loose. Or the rare unicorn who just likes a no-strings fuck.

There is no rhyme or reason to it. I’ve never determined a pattern. But there are still things I look for. Someone dressed to impress and traveling alone. Or someone who looks slightly overwhelmed.

This morning I first saw her in the precheck line. She’s about 5’2″. Mocha colored skin. Thirtyish. Hair cut very short. Wedge heels. And she was shoved into a cotton t-shirt dress that was not made to handle a woman of her proportions. It hugged the contours of her body. Her round ass. Her big tits.

EURO TRIP [MF]

I went on a Euro Trip with my best friend Kevin after we graduated college. On the third day of our second week, we arrived in Paris. We were both single and ready to get to know the local Parisian’s.

After we went to the Louvre, Monet’s Garden and the Eiffel Tower, we decided we wanted to see the local version of Paris. That night at our hostel, our Swedish friends told us about a rooftop soirée that they had been invited to by the local café owner.

That night, we walked to the address and heard music coming from above the city streets. We looked up and saw lights glowing from the rooftop and heard the sounds of laughter.

Kevin called out for our Swedish friend.

“Hey Bjorn?!”

We saw Bjorn’s mopey blonde curls bounce as his head popped over the side of the rooftop to look down at us.

“Bonjour! Climb the cape!” he shouted down to us.

Kevin and I exchanged glances.

“The cape?” I asked, confused.

“What?!” Kevin called up to Bjorn.

“The cape!” he repeated. “The fire cape!” as he pointed to the side of the brick building.

The story of how I [f] finally lost my virginity! [m]

Hi! This is my first post in this sub and I’m not much of a writer but I wanted to give it a go. This is the story of how I lost my virginity a few years ago.

A little about me: I’m 20 year old English girl, 5’6 slim girl with small and a bigger bum to make up for it. Green eyes and long strawberry blonde/brown hair. Difficult to describe myself but I’ve got some pics on my profile if you want to set the scene.

At the time that this happened, I was in my first year of sixth form in the UK. I had a pretty sheltered up bringing – I had typically bad sex education in my catholic school, and I was super shy and had similarly shy friends, none of my friends had lost their virginities either so I didn’t have anyone to talk about it with. I obviously knew what sex was, but I was still pretty sheltered for a girl living in this day and age.

Hooking up with a stranger tomorrow [FM]

I [21 F] will be meeting up with a man [38] tomorrow!! He booked us a hotel room and is going to fulfill all my fantasies :) I’m really excited but also really nervous ? Does anyone have any advice to calm my nerves? All help is welcome

How it all Began (MF) [MF] Single Mum (30s) Seduces young Plumber (20s) – They find themselves living out a real life porn narrative. Part 1 [True Story]

The agency sent the plumber round. I didn’t expect to be checking his arse out as he walked up the stairs to assess the damage of my leak and to sort my boiler issues. Fuck he was hot. Caught me off guard. I’ve just come out of a long term marriage a year ago, and hadn’t noticed another man like that, till now…

When he came to do the work, I spent a lot of time watching him work in the kitchen, under the guise of washing up – Glancing over at his manly physique, fantasising about those strong hands touching my body, as he welded together the pipes, his bisceps flexing – wishing he’d notice how hot I was for him, yet terrified he could read my most intimate thoughts…

When he was finished he explained to me how the new boiler system worked. But all I could do was stare at his lips, wishing they were on me, tasting me – tasting him. Soon he’d be gone, but those fantasies about him would remain my bedtime material, he’d never know! However something went wrong with a part. (I promise I didn’t tamper with anything!)
Call it fate.

Ex and coworker [mff]

It was my birthday and for couple days already before, my ex and I had her co worker over and we had been drinking and fooling around between the 3 of us. But on my birthday i left work and my ex was super drunk and tired and i wanted to play, so we were all in the room and my ex was falling asleep and told us to go ahead and have fun. So long story short, i ended up fucking my exes friend/coworker next to her in bed. I fucked her doggy style, and she was moaning. Then i pulled out and made her swallow my cum. All while my ex slept a foot away.

TIFU by unknowingly ruining my [M] orgasms for years

*Don’t want to name a specific age but it was around when a guy would first discover porn/masturbation*

When I first discovered masturbating I would always let go when I started to cum because the feeling was getting so intense I didn’t want to hurt myself.

Flashforward when I’m 18 and a freshman in college. I finally am getting laid and the girl decides to finish me BJ style and I told her to “let go I’m about to cum” and she goes “TF why?” And keeps stroking me full speed. I came and I swore I almost died from how that felt. I almost cried. At first I thought oh it’s because it’s a chick but then when I jerking off a couple days later I decide to keep going and it felt almost as good but definitely superior to before.

I then realized how much of an indiot I was and now I no longer ruin my own orgasms like an idiot

Edit: formatting

How I grew to love all things anal [MF]

If you’ve seen any of my pics, a good deal of them show me with a buttplug. It’s no secret, I spend a lot of time plugged. I carry on a good deal of my daily activities plugged. My husband indulges my love of all things anal. It makes me feel complete.

My first experience with anal wasn’t all that great. My boyfriend back in high school wanted to try anal about a year into our relationship. We were young, inexperienced (I was his first, he was my second) and completely and utterly clueless. Sex shops were 18+, we weren’t legal, so no porn or toys (yes, this was BEFORE the Internet). Attempts consisted of him trying to stick his dick in my ass and getting nowhere. Every so often, he would try to lube up with Vaseline. Results weren’t too much better. But, bless his heart, he kept trying over the course of our relationship. And then, on one acid fueled night, it happened. I have no real recollection as to what he did differently, but I don’t recall it being particularly painful, nor particularly memorable. After years of trying, it was very anticlimactic. We did wind up doing it a few more times, but it was never all that great. We wound up breaking up in college and going our separate ways.