How I ended up fucking my boyfriend and his dad [FMM], Part 2

A few weeks after I fucked Bob, my boyfriend’s father, my boyfriend Eric’s financial situation changed and he ended up moving back in with his father. Their rocky relationship was starting to smooth over a bit, but it also felt like I helped the two of them get along better. Or, maybe that’s just what I tell myself to feel better about what happened.

After Eric moved back in with his dad, I was over at their place a lot since I was still living at home with my parents and Eric and I were typical 18 year olds who were fucking pretty much every day, sometimes multiple times in a day, and there was a lot more freedom to do so at his dad’s place. Bob didn’t really make any moves on me during that time. He was friendly, even a bit affectionate, but it was at the point where I was starting to wonder if I had imagined the night he made love to me. That is, until the day it happened again.

Hotel Security Confessions 3 [MF]

I worked as the Director of Security for 2 years at a hotel. It was my job to be in the shadows and places people normally weren’t which always gave me plausible deniability in the event someone questioned why I happened to be somewhere.

One evening I was doing my rounds through the labyrinth of hallways that was the hotel. Somewhere in the hall I heard the familiar sound of moaning. There is something about that sound when you’re a voyeur. You can recognize a single sigh, a single moan and know what is happening. You get a sudden rush that you must seek out the source of that noise.

I moved up and down the hall slowly until I heard again, but closer. It was down the hall in the last room on the left. I stood there motionless for a moment, the moaning continued, getting louder. The doors were thin enough you could hear them slapping together in the room. Thankfully that particular room’s full-length windows were not obstructed by the casino roof like the other 10 on that floor. If I was lucky they would have left the curtain cracked, even luckier just the sheer curtains drawn. But as luck would have it this night, I hit the jackpot.

[MF] My Militant BiSexual GF, or How I Stopped being afraid and learned to love the bedside table

This is one of the stories from my time being single. Granted, There’s sex, but they’re more cautionary tales for those looking for love.

Oh, and its a little long, but, hopefully humorous and entertaining.

‘Twas the Summer of 98’, and I just graduated from Marshall, finally, after 7 short years. My best friend Gene had moved to Columbus the previous year and found the promised land; Jobs for everyone, with more and to spare. Gene, unfortunately, had found a job where the average age was around 48, and he had made few friends. I thought it sounded like the proverbial win-win situation, so I packed up my Saab and moved to Columbus!

Well, he was wrong on the job front. GOOD jobs were in short supply, so I spent a lot of time combing help wanted ads, doing interviews, and being a good little job seeker. The nights and weekends though, were a blast. Every Friday, after he got off work, we’d go out to the Elephant bar, on the north side of Columbus. There were these HUGE fake tusks behind the bar, and Fridays were 80’s night, with great happy hour specials. The bartenders would toss bottles and cups around ala tom cruise in Cocktail, girls were teasing their hair up high, and all the boys had popped collars and pegged jeans!

[M]y night with my cousin [F]

This is the first time ever telling this story for the reasons that myself and my cousin (related by marriage not blood) never pursued anything after this or even spoke about it. We’re now both married. I had just turned 18 (M) my cousin at the time was 21 (F). We were inseparable most of our teen years, really close and I told her everything she told me everything. We knew kind of everything sexually about each other, like when we lost our virginity’s and everything we had done whatever. I knew I was always attracted to her and wanted to pursue it but didn’t because we were basically family.

Discovering My Bisexuality Part 6: David and I Fuck One Last Time [MM]

David and I continued our relationship for a while but we could also tell things were changing between us. As usual, women come along and mess everything up. But in all seriousness we had both met girls we wanted to be with. We had started spending more time with them and less time with each other. We went from being together every day to only on weekends to every other weekend and then once a month. We still did our usual stuff when we were together and it was still fun.

But as time went on our fun stopped as well, we would hangout but it wasn’t the same. He eventually knocked up a girl he was seeing and had to be responsible at that point. Our relationship ended a few months after we turned 17. *This is important for the stories that are to come*

The last time I saw David it was a little after his 21st birthday. We hadn’t seen each other in a few years and he was moving to California. He was set to leave the next day and wanted to hang out before he left. I made the drive down to his apartment and knocked on the door. He opened it and greeted me with a smile and a hug. We talked for a while and caught up about life. Asked him how his kid was, he wasn’t getting along with the baby mama so they split custody for a while.

Fulfilling [M]y [F]antasy with an older woman part 2

I was feeling high after my first encounter with the older woman.
Let’s call her Christie. Christie was going to be out of town for a week and I eagerly awaited her return.
During her time away we kept in contact we usually would text and shoot the breeze about whatever. We soon got onto the topic of our next affinity. Christie explained that she had very hardly any limits and wanted me to do whatever I wanted with her. I’ve always felt like a dom but never had the chance to explore it to its fullest potential. The idea of tearing a woman’s blouse open, ripping a hole in her stockings and fucking the heavens out of her was always apart of my fanasties. Slapping, hair-pulling, and overall just playing rough as a bonus.
I communicated this to Christie over video chat and she told me about how she’s a sub and would love to help me fulfill my fantasy, “Good boys get rewarded.” She said in a seductively low voice. I further expressed how much I wanted to cover her breasts with my cum; she seemed intrigued in making that dream a reality. I was ecstatic to say the least for her to return and meet up. When she responded, we scheduled our “play date” as she called it, for a Monday morning before she had to go to work. Unfortunately, she was almost an hour away and there was heavy traffic. The journey there was long and frustrating, but I did it all with a smile knowing that the gorgeous, busty, pale woman I had always desired, was going to let me do everything I desired.

[FFM] My first threesome, finally got to show off my boyfriends massive dick

u/hashtag_smashtags fact check me babe. I feel like I’m missing something

I mentioned a threesome in a comment and now my inbox is flooded with a myriad of questions about it. Some of it is fuzzy at best because it was a Christmas/New years party at our place and I had a good buzz so bare with me if some of it sounds glossed over or like I’m stalling on smaller details. Also this is long, so sit your ass down.

It was 2018-2019 New Years, December 29th according to my calendar. My friend Geneva, Gen for short, and I grew up together so were very close. Went through most miles stones together so we have a lot of history together. She and another fiend helped me move in with Dennis. They were my co-conspirators when I left my ex basically overnight. Gen is built similarly to me. She’s 5’7” very fit, dark red hair, pale skin, eyes are black like coals, has a cute nose ring, and a nice tight butt. She’s a squat girl 100%. Where she has me jealous is the boobs. I think she’s a 34D? That sounds right. She’s easily one of my hottest friends. So my friends love Dennis for all that he’s done for me. We’re mid party and the night is going off perfectly. Everyone is having a blast, no drama, no drunk liabilities, no negativity. Toward the end of the night when there’s only a few of us left, we’re sitting in the living room with some music on sharing a bottle of wine talking about anything and everything.

Dildo decorations in my dorm room [F]

To the non-Reddit world, I am as innocent and pure as they come. I’m the sweet, funny, and naive girl who everyone knows can bring a laugh and smile upon their faces. However, that is clearly not the case. No one who knows me (except my best friend) can even fathom me thinking or doing anything remotely sexual. Despite me being a virgin, I am very slutty. It took a while for me to be ok with that, but now I love this part of myself! It wasn’t always easy, but I learned how to finesse my way through it.

My roommate Hailey is wonderful and pretty sexual herself, but she is always worrying about me. If she knew even a quarter of the things I’ve done, she would have an actual heart attack and think I’m being manipulated. A couple months ago, I had just recently started masturbating with my very first dildo ever. A cute pink silicone dildo that was 5 inches long and skinny. I loved masturbating with my dildo and I was always careful to make sure my roommate never saw it. I knew her schedule well, so I always made sure to have it out when she was gone. She wouldn’t be back for a while, so I took it out to clean it while playing some music.

My girlfriend told me to date my old female coworker [FM] part 4

“Damn it Iris, what do you want from me?”

“I want you to want this, lately it just feels like you have been pushing me.”

It had been exactly a week prior that Kate had said the same thing to me. The pressure that I was feeling between maintaining both relationships was starting to weigh heavily on me. Often times I was confused on who I was seeing in the mirror when I woke up in the morning. They had wanted nothing more than to make this work and I wanted nothing more than to make them both happy.

My relationship with Iris was evolving rapidly and the lines we created at the beginning were becoming blurry. She would often stay the night with Kate and I and at times I felt that she wanted Kate more than myself.

Was I the one being forced out? Did I lose them both without even knowing it?

They had their own hobbies that they did together, things that didn’t involve me. I felt that I had lost my bestfriends and I didn’t have a single say in what was transpiring.

[F]ucking [M]y Married Neighbor When She Came Over To Borrow A Blender

*Figured I’d repost another story from a couple of years ago. I hope that’s an ok thing to do. Being stuck in my house most of the day made me think of this again and how nice it’d be to have something like this happen right now.*

Two days ago we fucked. I was inside her. I felt her nails dig into my back as she shivered. Her thighs wrapped around me. Pulling me tighter into her. Everything about her was so smooth. So soft.

Yesterday as she was pulling out of her driveway she rolled down her window and gave me a wink.

An hour ago, as I mowed my lawn, I watched her buckle her 4 year old boy into the backseat, give me a shy smile, and get into the car with her husband. It’s smokey here in the west. The sound of the lawnmower whirred through the suffocating air. Deadening the sounds of road construction and traffic. Her husband looked over and gave me a ‘bro wave.’ He doesn’t know. I probably shouldn’t have done this.