[F]irst Encounters

Sex is something that excites me. The very idea of it sends little chills down my back and hairs raise in anticipation of a man pushing into my most sensitive areas. Growing up in a household where we never talked about such topics led me on a quest to know as much I could about something so fascinating. As a child you learn about the basic anatomy of a man and a woman, but never anything more than that. The first man I ever experimented with found me at a younger age when I was still innocent. He danced on the edges of my friend group; I found him edgy and the thought that I would have to work for him made my craving even stronger. Before our encounter I had never even kissed a man, but the longing I felt to conquer him burned strong in the back of my mind. It took weeks of talking and texting to him for us to finally meet. I was nervous. Eager. Inexperienced. I had never thought I would be of interest to such a man, any man. His mother had gone to work, leaving his house empty. It was a hot summer day and I biked over to his house and knocked on the doorbell. In anticipation of what was yet to come I had worn my best underwear and bra, hoping that would draw his attention to the fine curves of my body. It was a blistering temperature outside and stepping foot into his house I was greeted by an arctic blast. We journeyed up into his bedroom, sunlight was shining through the blinds and we made small talk. I remember at the time I was so nervous I tried to make chit chat about his books in the hopes he would not notice. It must have been his first experience as well and we were two awkward young adults delving into a whole new world. Spreading pillows out on his futon, he beckoned me to join him. I've always maintained a policy that the man makes a first move. We grew closer as we talked, our faces millimeters apart and our breath invading the space between us. Words grew laced with tension as we realized our close proximity and it began to dawn on us that we were alone, and free to do what we wanted. He leaned in, teasing me with the promise of that first kiss and I rose up to meet him. Somehow he had my wrists pinned to the pillow, and I laughed with excitement. Our mouths met in joyful union and I could feel his length underneath his clothing, begging to be released. Eager for my first encounter, I flipped him under me and kissed my way down his chest and stomach. I could feel his breath become more ragged and his eyes rolled back into his head. Reaching his waistband, he pulled down his jeans, giving me free reign to play with him. There he was, his cock rock hard and ready for me. Crouching down, I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and teased the tip of him with my soft lips; all the while gazing into his eyes. With a quick wink I enveloped his entire length into my mouth, feeling him all the way in the back of my throat. He moaned in pleasure, which only made me eager to prove that I could make him cum. He automatically began to thrust up into my mouth, silently begging for release. Up and down I went, using my tongue to trace small designs on his length. Within minutes he was ready for me and released his hot heavy load into my mouth and I felt it’s bitter tang on my tongue and swallowed it all with a satisfied smile. I left him breathless in disbelief of what just happened. After a few minutes he rose to get some tissue and I got a glimpse of his naked body. Slender legs led up to firm buttocks that turned into a perfectly arched back and broad shoulders. As his door opened I basked in the warm air rushing in from the hallway. I left shortly after, both of us agreeing it was a one time occurrence, but sated with newfound knowledge.

St. Patrick’s Day Shenanigans

(Some Context: Brandon and I met on my 19th bday at party, we had sex and it turned into something more. A week or so later we became bf/gf. We've been dating a month now. So I'm 5'8, slim, 36C breasts, pale, long blonde hair, big blue eyes. Brandon has short brown hair, 6'3, muscular, blue/green eyes)

First post ever [FMM] (first time doing stuff with a guy)

Hey guys, my name's Damien, I'm 24 years old and I live in Amsterdam for work but I was born and raised in France. I saw a french guy posting yesterday so I decided to subscribe and tell you what happened to me a few years ago.

I studied engineering in France and I've always good friends at school. We used to party a lot and some of us used to end night together. That's the way I met Alice. A 20 years old, petite brunette, really friendly and she's the most open-minded girl I've ever seen. We slept a couple time together but both of us knew this wouldn't lead to a relationship. Moreover, she was bisexual and wanted to date girls.

Times I [22M] fucked my exgf[22F], even now, I still miss that sweet sweet…….(no story, gets right to it)

I had to get this off my chest, I have been thinking about my exgf Monica (fake name, real name is jasmine :p ) for a few weeks now and all the times we fucked. I even have a gf now and I still fantasize about monica.

We always used to use condoms, she was never on birth control, and by the time we even came close to talking about that, we broke up.

I remember the first time my cock entered entered her pussy unwrapped. It was a feeling that I still want right now. We were making out on my bed and feeling each other up, exploring our bodies like we had never done before.

I remember, I started to kiss her neck and she would always wear these shirts with a very low neckline, which would allow me to kiss her chest without taking off her shirt. As I moved my way down more I unhooked her bra, took off her shirt and started sucking on her nipples. Licking them, sucking them and the occasional bite. I kept moving downward started kissing her stomach, her hips, started pulling her tights down and started kissing her completely shaved area right above her clit.

Pool Party as a teen (M+F)

I was a fairly outgoing guy in high school, so I always made friends easily, but I was also really geeky and kind of insecure, so girls were rarely interested in me that way.

That all changed the summer after 9th grade. I am rather… generously proportioned, and the girl I had been dating at the time gossiped a lot about my "gift." We didn't date long, but the rumors spread like wildfire in my small Midwestern town.

at the time this story took place, I was used to girls being a bit odd around me because of the rumors. But this is the first time anyone has ever outright hit on me because they heard I was big.

Her name was Lisa. She was a year older than me, a bit of a good girl but I knew from a year of band that she had a wild side. She was a short "blue bone," and that day the sun glistened off her dark skin beautifully. Lisa was blessed by nature as well, and even in her modest one piece bathing suit there was no hiding that she was stacked.

[Long] [M]y encounter with the [F]irst girl I dated via OKC

Apologies for the lengthy story, but I hope it’s at least a fun read. A little background info. At the time of this story I'm a 34/m and recently separated. Without going into too much details of the failed marriage I’ll just say the last two years of it was spent unhappy and sexless. I moved out on my own and have been on my own for about a year now. If you’re keeping count it’s been about 3 years since I last had sex. I'm finally posting this story after a year of starting to write it.

After spending some time getting used to being on my own I figured it was time I venture out and meet some people. There was a small period several months ago when the only thing I was focused on was getting laid. I was checking out /r/dirtyr4r, /r/randomactsofblowjob, and similar subreddits hoping for a hook up. Even checked out Craigslist. I actually did find a good friend through those posts and we still talk today. She really did it for me in our conversations. We’d talk about sex a lot and even a little cyber. She was local and we talked about meeting up, but she was in a relationship and as much as we desired each other we both knew it couldn’t happen. But we had fun talking about it.

Fucked a girl with 5 other guys. FM+6

I have been a longtime lurker and never thought I’d have anything to post, but this crazy thing happened this past weekend. I just want to say that this is totally not like me. I never thought I would be a part of something like this. I am a pretty boring guy. Senior in college and so far I have only had sex with two girls (excluding this one), both during a relationship. I always thought things like this were either made up, only in porn, or only happened to jocks and frat guys.

What happened was that we had planned to spend a few days at a friends cabin. We were supposed to be an almost equal number of guys and girls, but due to last minute cancellations we ended up being 7 guys and 2 girls. One of whom was the girlfriend of my friend who’s family owns the cabin.

The first evening, my friend who owns the cabin, let’s call him Dale, takes his girlfriend to one of the rooms and we don’t hear from them again until morning. That leaves us 6 guys and the 1 girl alone. It was a bit awkward, because we were busy talking about guy stuff and she was a bit left out.

The nude girl on stage – MF/f – exhibitionism mild D/s

The club was loud, but not overwhelmingly so. The music piped in through speakers and not live. This was not a club people came too for music. No, they had something else in mind.

The girl, Stacy and I were dressed for the Mardi Gras theme. Each of the girls were in sequined sparkling dresses and I was dressed in a suit. We all wore matching masks. The girls half masks, both sequined, Stacy's red and the girls white. My mask was green with a long curved and pointed nose like that of an old time plague doctors.

Both women were nude below their dresses. We had teased each other and would continue to tease each other. In the cab we had coyly slid hands up skirts and more than once they had flashed me as we walked.

The crowd was rowdy and all over we saw people tied to things, being hit. The bdsm club was in full swing. Men yelled for tits and more than once Stacy obliged, dropping the top of her dress to show her large breasts. And more than once Stacy or I forced the girl to do the same, showing her smaller perky breasts to the crowd. By the time we found a quiet place to stand they each had a number of cheap beaded necklaces on.

Early to Rise [M/F]

(sort of chronicling the sexual adventures of an inexperienced and sexually starved 22 year old and her much older, experienced, ravenous partner. Not really meant to be erotic or fapped to)

collegiate affair (19F/34M)

I will open this saying that I know professor/student stories are often very suspect. I assure you, though, this all happened. I implore people who are thinking about having sex with a student/their professor to think it through and NOT DO IT! He risked extreme administrative action because of this. If someone had found out, there is no doubt he'd be fired. I'm sure there is some student conduct I'm breaking as well. Anyway, on to the story.

I'm a 19 year old girl going to college in America. I'm 5'/5'1" (on a good day.) My hair is long and wavy, falling right below my breasts. I have light freckles all over my face and have a nose piercing. I'm pretty curvy, bigger on top than the bottom with DD breasts that look enormous on my frame. Let's say my name is Beth.

Last semester, I was taking a statistics class for my major. I was very unhappy to be in the class (math and I are not good friends at all.) I have a slight teacher fetish, to be honest. I have had many crushes on my teachers in high school, and now professors in college. On the first day of class when my professor, let's call him James, began showing us what we'd be covering (and how cute he was), I immediately knew I would not have an easy time in the class.