The crazy ones are the best lays [mf] pt1

This is a story from a few years back, when I was wilder and having loads more risky sex. I don’t want to go into too much detail because this is a true story but to set the ground work this was an older girl I had went to high school with. Apparently when I was a sophomore she was a senior and we had just never met. (It’s not weird because my school had over 2000 students. Anyways I met her about a year and a half after graduation, through mutual friends I still hung out with.

We hit it off right away, it seems as though I was her type. She was a 5ft 2 spitfire with a fat ass and a beautiful face. So she was definitely my type. We exchanged numbers after our first meeting and stood in contact nothin crazy had happened in our initial meeting though I felt the sparks. We had all made plans to meet up again and she said she was coming to that gatherings too. You bet I was excited at that prospect and made sure I had the day off from work.

The quiet ones surprise you the most [FM]

I remembered Cole (26M) as a shy, sweet boy from my (26F) school days. In my memory, I always thought he was good looking. He was quite slight, around my height (5’5″) back then, wearing nerdy glasses. I’ve always been drawn to innocent looking guys, but never expected much, coz they were too shy to make a move. 

We reconnected recently, and seeing Cole so many years later reminded me of how I had a small crush on him back in the days, and how that small crush blossomed into full blown attraction now. He still had those glasses, but his facial features have hardened a bit, and he really filled out into his slender 5’10” frame, with broad shoulders that tapered into a slim waist.

I was pretty sure Cole was flirting with me whenever we went out for drinks, but he never actually suggested anything or made a move, so I didn’t think too much about it. 

I spent over $3000 so I can feel like a worthless slut [MF]

[Audio](https://soundgasm.net/u/vsmpx/I-spent-over-3000-so-I-can-feel-like-a-worthless-slut) I recorded.

My husband and I are happily married, in a hotwife marriage. We lead a modest lifestyle. Certainly nothing lavish, but more simple and straight forward. We both make a fair living, and we try to save when we can, but splurge here and there. So spending over $000 to get fucked during just one night is definitely a splurge.

Just recently, my husband had a business trip, on which I tagged along. Typically we like to extend trips like this, so we can have a playdate with a stranger in a new city. His work pays for the majority of the trip, so it helps with the overall costs. So for fuck dates like this, we tend to splurge and go all out. But not for dinner or a show, but for me to get bloody primped and pampered, to get prepped to get brutally fucked by a guy I hardly know.

See, I’m a girly girl. I love the pampering, the relaxation, the feminine nature of all this. I feel proper chuffed at my own preparation. The luxurious treatment and tranquility is only contrasted by the brutal pounding and moaning that awaits me in only a few hours.

[FMF] Watching my girlfriend take her first cock

Long time no see, you horny fucks! Sorry for not making any posts for a while, I fairly recently got in to a relationship with a fairly quiet girl, so I’ve not been doing anything particularly wild enough to post about.

Over the last month or so I’ve been seeing my dorm mate, who is a lesbian. Well, she *was* a lesbian, but more on that later. I’m bi, and been with plenty of guys, I’d consider myself very sexperienced, however my new gf is not. For the time we’ve been together I’ve been coaxing her out of her shell bit by bit and shes now comfortable being naked around me, initiating sex, being a bit more dominant, and so on. It’s nice, and it’s going great.

She knows about my history, she wanted to hear all about it, and it turns her on quite a lot it seems, despite her apparent shyness. She was naturally apprehensive about being in a relationship with me, as my usual weekly routine consisted of going to class, then going out at night and getting fucked by my regular fuck buddies. I reassured her that I’m not a cheat, and that I’d never do anything like that while I was with her. We left the topic there and she seemed content.

The time I [m] fooled around with my best friend/boyfriend [m] in my parents’ bathroom

Rick and I had been casually fucking for a couple of weeks. He’d known my family for quite a while so he was frequently invited to Sunday dinner with my parents. He actively looked forward to it, it was one of the rare occasions where someone fed him. And boy, could he eat.

On this particular Sunday, we’d spent the previous night together, which had gotten rather messy. In a haze I woke up, alone: I looked at the clock on his nightstand, it was already noon. “FUCK!” I thought to myself. I launched out of the bed and sprinted to my room completely nude and grabbed my phone. I hastily found my Mum’s phone number and dialled

“Oh, hello Mark (not my real name)” she said, answering after a couple of rings, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine Mum” I panted, trying to stave off the dizziness of a head rush, “I’m just calling to let you know me and Rick will be a little late. I-”

Before I could finish she cut me off with a little laughter

[M]orning with my Mother-in-Law [F]

I’ve noticed my mother in law has always checked me out. She’s about 60 years old and average body. 5’6, probably 170 pounds, with huge, saggy tits and a huge ass. There’s times when I’d see her looking out of the corner of her eye at my bulge. This was even more so after my wife said she was taking to her sister about sex and when my sister asked my wife about me, she said that I was huge and that at first it hurt, but now it’s amazing. My mother in law over heard and acted like she wasn’t interested “eww, I don’t want to hear that”.

My wife and I live in a different state and I had to travel back while my wife had to stay at our home. While I was away, I stayed at my in laws for a couple days. While there, this all increased when my MIL walked in when I was getting ready for a shower. She walked into the bathroom while I was naked. She let out an audible “ohh wow” as she looked at my cock and quickly said sorry and closed the door.

An Entry From My Sex Journal – My First Of Many Encounters With An Angelic Asian Escort (first post) [MF]

I still do on occasion, but, years ago, I used to love escort encounters. I lived on one side of a big city, and my family on the other, and so I would have occasion to drive through the city for visits. Anyone who enjoys escorts knows that a big city presents a larger catalogue of choices; plus, there’s just something exciting about knowing that you’re going to enjoy some play time on that exact night of the drive.

One of the more memorable women I met was an asian MILF. Chinese/Japanese to be exact, as she eventually shared this with me. I happen to love mature women..in fact, I have a fixation upon them. I could get into why, but that’s best saved for another story. The short version is that they tend to be comfortable thanks to their experience; they don’t tend to give or tolerate bullshit that can be more common with younger girls; and they often can sense my desire for some nurturing and care-taking toward me when intimate.

We [FM] finally had car sex and it was so hot

This is my first post. On Reddit. Ever.

I really hope you enjoy it.

I had been craving him all week, his body, his lips, his cock. We don’t live together so it’s always a craving that builds and builds until we finally see each other, normally at the weekend. I masturbate during the week but even that doesn’t help, it’s not as fun on my own and I can’t get the right angles when I finger my own pussy. In fact, it usually makes me crave him more, I want his magic fingers and his sexy voice telling me how much of a dirty slut I am. That I’m *his* slut.

The night before I drove down to his house, I was fantasizing about such his cock. Or rather fantasizing he was fucking my face. I wanted him to use my small mouth. I wanted it rough, I wanted to be used to satisfy and pleasure hi, in a way we’ve never done before. I am a submissive and while he’s not a full dominant he knows I love it when he’s in control, when he decides when and what we will do. God even just thinking about him doing these things now is getting me going while I type this.

Jae keeps her “client” wanting more- Escort Role Playing! [MF]

This story is for a reader who reached out to me with a suggestion recently.

It was a rainy Saturday night. I’d been talking to a woman throughout the week who wanted to meet up for a drink (and more, for a price, she’d implied) at a local hotel. After getting my room key, I quickly found her, sitting at the middle of the hotel bar.

She wasn’t hard to miss. She was already flirting with the bartender, who was eager to be talking to her. In her mid-thirties and with long black hair, she was dressed in tight jeans, black stiletto heels and a flowing, sparkly top, complete with a lot of makeup and big jewelry. She was definitely curvy, which I didn’t mind at all, but still athletic and her hips were highlighted by her tight jeans. I felt a pang I’d jealousy and excitement, as the bartender was clearly into her, too.

I walked right up to her and said “Hi, Jae.” Her eyes lit up and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. She wore bright red lipstick and some dark eyeliner that drew out her big brown eyes. “Hey guy, are you going to buy me a drink or what?”

She is not my cousin [MF]

She is not my cousin.

[I have decided to share my stories about her and me to see if anyone enjoys them enough for me to continue. This story is long but I felt it necessary to give the background]

Backstory: I grew up with Ellie, a girl who was a few months older than me. We have basically known each other from birth and as infants had play dates. As we grew up in a small town our families would tell us we were cousins. This started when we were in kindergarten as we were so close and we were always around one another and other kids would tease about being boyfriend / girlfriend. We just started repeating what we were told , “ no we are cousins.” So as we grew up we just kept saying it to others who would ask.

Now, flash forward to we are both 18 years old and graduating Highschool. Ellie, El for short was dating my best friend. In fact she had been for three years. Those HS days , I knew it drove El crazy as I dated a few of her friends back then. She hated hearing the stories or rumors of my weekend adventures.