New Year’s Eve [mff]

During the Christmas break, I stayed at SD’s condo since dorms were closed for the holidays. This was a good thing for me, since I didn’t have a place to go and he got way more sex than usual. But I want to tell (and remember) what happened on NYE.

I was lying in his bed, texting my BFF who ended up getting dumped on Christmas and trying to get her to make the drive to come hang out with us that night. SD and I really didn’t have plans but drink some wine and eat, he would party, and we’d have insane amounts of sex. This is my BFF, the girl that I shared years of lesbian exploring with in the past. I knew if she came over, there would be a show. SD allows her to come over and she finally agrees to make the trip. One condition is that if she’s willing, he can have his way with her and I need to be completely submissive (and open to humiliation) for the evening. Fine by me!

Con[f]essions of a naughty sub: My taboos

So my biggest perceived taboo you ask…as I’ve done a ton of exploring in the last couple of years I find it difficult associating with this term. But if I must then I feel the need to define it as something I have found to be not necessarily socially acceptable but yet highly attractive. A recent taboo of mine would be come play. It took me awhile to realize what it was that I found sexy or arousing about come as it’s not just anyone or any-jizz. It is driven by a deep desire to please. Come in my Dom is a direct reflection of his pleasure. I want to wear it as a prize, be covered in it, taste it, feel it. I want to bask in the fact that I delivered such a high level of pleasure it produced this…my reward. So recently I’ve dabbled in tasting it, having it smeared across my lips and face, being filled with it…newest challenge is to freeze it and use it as lube and other elements of foreplay. I’ll let you know about the experience and if it *comes* highly recommended ;)

Misadventures in Hotwifing: The Bumble-Bust [FM]

Disclaimer: Understand this is just *one* experience. Not all dating app hookups are like this but this was just too funny and I had to share. As always, everything here is true and the names of my stallions (and this guy) are kept discreet.

Don’t wanna be mean but at the same time I gotta be real. Pepe was…very excited, that night. Lets start at the beginning because I’ve been told by a very reliable nun that ”that‘s a very good place to start”.

We match on a certain dating app. We text. He wants to meet IMMEDIATELY. Yay for initiative and ambition and cojones! I figure we could skip the early convo and just see how things jive in person.

“Let’s do it,” I wrote back.

He straight up asks me how far things were likely to go. I straight up tell him it can go as far as I want. Let’s see how chemistry goes, first. So we meet at a quaint, little diner. Pepe is a decently handsome man. Strong lower body thanks to lots of outdoorsy activities. Okay upper body. Things could go well for us. That is until part way through our conversation and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. Literally no warning. Words words words TONGUE. Have you ever seen a viper strike? Hello Pepe’s tongue.

[FFM], When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age. (Part 4)

*Quick note*

The beginning of this part picks up right where Part 3 leaves off.

*Important note*

Before you read this, I’d just like to assure you that not all of the parts are going to be like Parts 3 and Parts 4 which are pretty heavy on the whole ’emotional abuse’ thing. However, while I’m telling this in chronological order, I can’t just gloss over the messed up stuff. The rest of that first week was actually pretty awesome, but Henry seemed to really want to test my boundaries, just to see what I could take, and he really does. Also, in retrospect, I believe he knew that if I bonded with Sweetie, I was more likely to stay because she was incredibly unlikely to leave. It just so happens that he didn’t mind playing the villain. I thought I was pretty smart at that age, but Judith and Henry were always five steps ahead because they had spent a lot of time doing what they did and had plenty of practice before I came along.

**Part 4**

“How much?”

My gf 23[F] confessed to me 23[M] that she used to be addicted to double vaginal sex

So recently me and my gf of one year went on a holiday together. One night we went out and got really really drunk. When my gf gets drunk she gets very talkative and very honest, so I use that time to ask any questions I have. Being drunk myself I started asking more perverted questions for which came her confession. She told me that she used to love having sex with two guys and especially loved having both guys fuck her pussy at the same time. She told me about how when she went out she used to always pick up pairs of guys to bring home and have sex with and that even when she only managed to pull one guy she would use a dildo in her vagina to simulate double vaginal sex. When I asked her how many times this happened she said quite frequently, when pushed for details she said more or less once a month all through college.

I am in complete shock, not sure how to react to this information. The next morning she woke up without a clue of what she told me.

Dirty talk and dirty sex with a comedian in her office parking lot [MF]

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***

It was a random Wednesday night and I was restless. I had a burst of mid-week energy that made me crave socialization. I texted multiple friends to see if anyone was up for grabbing a drink, but was unsuccessful in luring anyone out. I sat on my couch shaking my leg like an anxious weirdo before I finally said screw it and decided to hit up a bar on my own to get my fix of social energy.

I took my husband to a strip club [FM]

So, I’ve been writing about some stuff here off and on, and the other night my husband and I were talking about stuff we have never done before. Strip clubs came up because someone messaged me on here and asked if I had ever been to one. I hadn’t, and it turned out neither had my husband.

We decided fuck it and I told him to pick one out and we’d go check it out and see what it was all about. So, he found one through reviews online he looked up and we got dressed. I wore a low cut dress and heels and he wore slacks and a button up.

We parked near the club and strolled in pretty easy. Once inside we got some awful drinks (there was no booze because of CA rules – boo) and sat next to the stage where there was a blonde, maybe 20, dancing in a thong, cowboy hat, and cowboy boots and she was covered in sparkles and sweat. She was in immaculate shape, like an olympic swimmer body – but mixed with a meth addict kinda.

So[M]e of my college fun [F]reshman Year

Hey guys, I’m a LTL and wanted to contribute a little bit back. Hope this is up to snuff!

We were in college and taking a class together. We had had spoken often enough in class, but one night she invited me over to a party in her friend’s dorm room. Now I had certainly thought of hooking up with her before, but it didn’t think it was on the table. So I ended up bringing a couple buddies with me and just expected to have a good time and enjoy the party. That changed a bit when we arrived and she quickly came over and hugged me tight. This was new.

We had a good time playing drinking games and what not. Later on she and I left the party to go try and find one of her lost friends (no worries, she ended up being just fine) and wandered down the hallways and staircases looking for her. At one point, we stopped and continued talking. The conversation had shifted to being slightly sexual once we left the part, but now it lost all subtlety. We had kinda turned towards each other and I noticed how close we were standing. At this point, she had just mentioned how she hadn’t had sex forever (FLAG FLAG) and was really missing it.

[MF] I Fucked My Uber Driver Three Weeks Ago

I had to check out of this sub. It was kind of fucking exhausting. However, I fucked my uber driver 3 weeks ago- and that was pretty neat. I know some of you only want the hot fucking action so you can skip down to ************** there to find it.

Alright. Here. We. Go. 

The week before Christmas I was flying back from Berlin, fucking hungover, and jet-lagged and pretty Berlined-out. The guy next to me on the last leg had alternated between falling asleep on me and then wanting to randomly talk about some dumb as fuck tattoo he had. No Jason I don’t care about your super sick tattoo of the chemical structure of MDMA. Weird, right?! I wondered if anyone had ever cared about Jason’s tattoo of MDMA, or the tattoo of the word for ‘peace’ in Sanskrit, because he felt like he “saw the entire universe in an instant” at some temple in dharmsala. I sure as fuck didn’t, but every 40 minutes Jason would lean over and say “Hey man I forgot to tell you about this one.” Fuck you Jason. Fuck you.

Beginning my story – [M]y [f]irst time

If you’ve looked at my previous post you will know I am a 20 year old who has slept with over 50 women, 57 to be exact. Now this never seemed that much to me, but I’m told it’s a lot. From the response I got from my first post, I figured I’d start with some details about myself. (All names changed for privacy purposes).

Also, apologies for length, if you want to skip to the sex part scroll to the — –.

As for myself right now I am 20, white, athletic – I have trained and competed with varying success in over 10 different sports. I’m often told I look like Brenden Urie from Panic at the Disco. I have one chest tattoo a few inches around, and a tattoo down my back about 6 inches wide from neck to just above my waistline. My biggest physical insecurity is that I am 5’7″ and have been bullied for always being small for most of my childhood. Also, since this is gonewild, I suppose I should include that my cock is about 7 in and an inch and a half across.