My first (and only) true lesbian experience [F19] [FF]

A few years ago, I was at the end of a miserable, long-term relationship. I felt lonely in the relationship and it felt like I was the only one fighting to make it work. We were living together but he just wasn’t coming home anymore and stopped answering my calls.

When I finally decided to get over it and break up with him whenever he decided to come home, I went out of town with the girls. We had a group of friends in the next major city so we hit them up and drove a few hours over.

We met at Kelly’s place, got ready and started drinking. When the other girls got there, we took a shot and left the condo. We were pretty drunk walking around downtown.

We got into the club (I don’t remember what club or if I even gave them my ID) and claimed a table. My friends got a couple of random guys to get us another round of shots and we all dispersed, dancing in all corners of the club in duos.

My First, But Not Last FFM Threesome [FFM]

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This is a true story that took place the summer between graduating high school and my first year of college. I had been dating my then girlfriend, “Dina” for a couple of months and maybe not surprising given the way we met, we were a pretty intense and sexual couple. We had met as part of a MFM threesome, one night between myself, her and her then casual boyfriend, a friend of mine.

We were pretty evenly matched. I was young, six foot and 180 pounds, black hair and blue eyes with a great build and stamina from years of high level high school sports. She was 5’4, half Hispanic with full D breasts, a great ass and incredible legs she loved to show off in short skirts and high heels. She was thin had these sensual full lips, looked great and she knew it. I caught her once rubbing her own pussy, with one hand on her breasts in front of a full length mirror, just turned on by herself….

I [27] [M] Attended a Birthday Party Where the Birthday Girl [30][F] Was Tied Down and Open for Use..And used her throat

This was without a doubt the best, hottest, and most unreal night of my life.

I was friends with this couple at work. I knew they were kinky. Kind of goth looking, and they pretty openly talked about their sub/dom relationship. She was good looking, and I always had a bit of a thing for her. She was 5’2, died red hair, small breasts but always kept propped up in perky cleavage, and an full ass that looked out of place on her body. Her husband caught me looking at her more than once, especially when she bent over and had elastic black g-string straps the width of dental floss come over the waistband of her skinny jeans. She gave me a look and shook his finger at me. I turned bright red and avoided them for weeks.

Cut to, her thirtieth birthday party. I had gone out to bars with them and gotten drunk with both of them a few times, so I wasn’t that surprised when I was the only person from work invited to her birthday party. He pulled me aside on that Friday before the party on Saturday night and said, “Be cool” about the party. Which struck me as ominous…until I got there.

A New York Christmas [MF]

It was Christmas time in the city and while the streets were empty they were still lit to the brim with multi color lights and Santa themed music coordinating as they blinked.

The city had been plagued with CO-VID 19 related drama and I was personally fatigued with 2020 as a whole. It seemed that I was overdue for a good time.

I was walking out of work as I received a text from a old coworker who was in the area for drinks and to catch up. I debated internally for a bit before I realized I probably needed it.

Safe to say I ended up at the bar. Before I go any further, allow me to elaborate on my old coworker. Her name is Brooklyn and was Puerto Rican with cream skin a beautiful face and a nice ass.

She was always so nice to me when we worked together. When I got another job I made sure to stay in contact with her and made sure that she knew that I was always down to go get a drink or even dinner.

I [M] fucked my ex-wife and new girlfriend less than an hour apart

I’m a dirty old man who enjoys thinking about some of the adventures of my younger days, hoping that maybe I still have a few new ones coming down the line. This story happened a little more than twenty years ago.

My ex-wife and I had split up probably about a year and a half earlier, but we were still screwing on occasion. And that really is the correct term for it. We didn’t even really like one another at that point. We were just screwing. Meanwhile I’d also started seeing someone new, perhaps eight or nine months before this story.

So on this day I was supposed to go to my girlfriend’s place a little later in the afternoon, when my ex called and asked if she could come over. I figured there was enough time so I said sure. She came over and we got right to business. I won’t pretend to give the details, because frankly I don’t remember all these years later. What I do remember is that my ex had stopped taking the pill when we split up, so I had to use a damn condom. We fucked, we both got off, and she left.

[F] 22 – The time i went in a Mixed Gender Japanese Onsen (Hot Spring)

*Just a reminder, I respect their culture and them for not making it awkward, and I’m not blaming them or anything. I just felt like I wanted to tell this story that happened to me*

I’m 22 and I go to the gym a lot, do yoga and jogs almost every evening. Also, I kinda inherited my mom’s assets on my body. So I get people staring at me (mostly eyes were below my face level), even for other girls. So, being naked, I already expected some major stares. Back to my story, it was the beginning of last year, I went to Aomori.

I didn’t realize that onsens were public baths where you had to be completely NAKED. I just thought it was a ‘public bath’. So I brought a two piece in my suitcase and realized I had to go in naked. But oh well, everyone’s naked too. But like I said, I know how my body looks like and I’m getting all the stares even with clothes on. So knowing I’ll be naked this time, I kinda braced myself already before taking off everything and entering the place.

Study Buddy [MF]

I worked for a movie theatre in the summer of 2014. It was one of those Gold Class theaters, so I was a concierge (I just checked people in and gave them their tickets)

That’s where I met Jessica. She was my age (22) and was originally from Bakersfield. She had moved to LA and we went to the same college. She looked like a discount Hillary Duff with brown hair. She had curves.

She was cute but what caught my attention was her “No BS/I do what I want” mindset and would call people out and stand up for herself against rude customers.

We got to know each other over the next few months working together. One day after class I went to Starbucks to study. I walked in and saw Jessica standing behind the register.

“oh, hi!” I said in surprise. “I didn’t know you worked here and the theatre”

“Gotta make ends meet.” She replied with a shrug.

I nodded in understanding. I ordered a coffee and sat down and started to study. An hour or so later, she walked up to my table, took off her apron and hat and sat down.

“…keep treating me like a slut.” [mf]

As our dear, horny readers can attest, these last 18 months have been very sexy for my girlfriend and I, despite the generally dreadfully atmosphere. Neither of us can imagine what life would have been like had we not fallen in love during the summer of ’19.

A major constant in our relationship has been that our sex life has consistently gotten richer and wilder as time has passed. The word lucky doesn’t come close to covering it. She is essentially free use for me, but she’s also nearly always horny and regularly instigates sex. The sum of our combined sex drive has been great inspiration for creativity.

In addition to exploring each other’s kinks, investing in a growing array of toys and apparel, we’ve entered the world of group play. MFM, FFM and MFMF (all safely with STI and Covid testing, etc) are now notches on our bedpost (stories for another time anyone?).

Playing well with others has only made our 1:1 time even hotter. And somehow, my perfect, beautiful, sexy girlfriend still comes up with ways to surprise me. This weekend was no exception.

[M]y [F]irst Cougar Lead to Other Firsts

Aunt Kim was not actually related to me. She was my best friend Mark’s Aunt, actually. However, Mark and I were friends from preschool through adulthood, lived 4 houses apart, our parents were friends, we were together all the time and Kim was always around. So, I called her Aunt Kim.

She was quite a bit younger than our parents and the other adults that were around and she wasn’t married and didn’t have kids of her own. So, she was the coolest adult I knew, by far. As a kid, I knew that she was pretty and loved being around her. She was always perky and positive and energetic. She acted like a kid around the kids, but could then hang with the adults and even help to smooth things over for us if we got into trouble.

As I got to be 12 or 13 and interested in girls, I noticed that Kim was not just pretty and fun. She was smoking hot. Really active and fit, often wearing workout clothes. Kim is about average height, shorter black hair, big brown eyes, usually very tan, medium size perky tits. Compared to the other adults I knew, she was so well put together. Nails always manicured, makeup looking perfect, smelling fantastic. At this point, she was about in her mid-late 20s, but still loved to hang around with us, playing basketball or tag or other goofy games. Any little accidental bump or touch from her was magical for me at that age.

[FM] The day I couldn’t wait… Blowjob in the car and fucktime in the forest

That evening, we had planned to have dinner at a restaurant, and with the lockdown we had just experienced, we hadn’t had many opportunities to go out since we met.

I wanted to be attractive to him, I was wearing a dress, tights and heels. I was happy to spend time with him.

He found me quiet that night. And I was.
I looked at him and I found him attractive, funny, hot.
I can’t remember what he was talking about, all I could think about was his body, the sex we had earlier.
I felt lucky to have met him, not only because he was a good guy but also because he was a wonderful lover. He really was.

And I wanted him. Now.

Fucking here was impossible, but I thought of only one thing during the whole meal: his dick in my mouth.
I imagined how I was going to fall at his feet when we came home to pull his dick out of his pants, how I was going to start slowly looking at him, how I was going to lick his balls while masturbating him. I was thinking of that moment when I would choke on his dick to offer him the deep throat he loved so much.