[MF] My one experience at club Sesso (lengthy read)

Like it says in the title, this a kind of a long story. Was catching up with an ex who messaged me our of nowhere last night, and eventually led me to telling her about the only time I’ve ever been to a sex club. It’s the only time I’ve ever written it out before, the only other few times I talked about it, it was always verbally. Anyways, I’m basically copying and pasting the conversation, so if it’s not up to par, excuse me lol

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Unfortunately, and yes, I do mean unfortunately, it only happened once. I took a girl there, we had sex for, I don’t even know how long, and after awhile, she was almost to cum-drunk to even form sentences, while I still hadn’t climaxed even once. That kind of sucked lol

We never had anyone else join us, but I’m pretty sure at some point another woman approached the bed, but I was too absorbed in the moment to really let it click.

Just to paint a better picture….

[FM] Birthday sex

It’s my birthday, and we both know what that means. I’m wearing my favorite black dress. It’s snug, of course, hugging my curving breasts, waist, and hips. It hits just above the middle of my thigh and rides up when I walk, so I’m constantly tugging it down. Occasionally you grin at me and tug it back up, revealing more of my long legs. The top of the dress is the best part: it’s a scoop neck, but it has a triangular slit in the middle, showing off my breasts. Not that I could hide them, anyway.

I’m not wearing jewelry and I wore flats so that I’m still shorter than you, which is what you prefer. My hair is down and straight, just reaching my shoulders. You brushed the right side behind my ear and trailed your hand down my neck, shoulder, and arm, sending a tingling sensation down ahead of your fingers. I expect them to stop in my fingertips, but instead they jump to my stomach and keep moving down. I close my eyes.

A nurse, a steel rod, a neck that’s choked. (Or how I got into shoving sharpies into my cock for fun) [FM]

By request, here is the story of how I got into sounding and eventually a love for office supplies in my cock.

But first I want to get this out of they way…. yes, I AM bisexual. However I LOVE women. 80% of my sexuality is focused on women. With the other 20% humans with cocks, or even better a threesome.

So to answer your question, i was always fascinated with my cock when I was a child. I remember sticking strands of my hair down my peehole to see how that felt, when I was 8yrs old. I had my oral first sex when I was 11. At 13 I had anal sex. At 14 I was fully sexual, a lot.

Later when I was in my 20’s I fell in love with a beautiful trauma nurse. She was strong, with short black hair and brown/green/blue eyes that changed color all the time. By the time we met I was way into other “non standard” forms of sex, and that’s one reason she was drawn to me.

Well, the nurse was as super kinky as I was, perhaps a bit more even…. and one day….

[MF] A private fashion show

You push open the door to my room without hesitation, knowing it’s always unlocked. Your first view is of my ass, snug and firm in the yoga pants I bought solely for your enjoyment. I’m leaning over my desk, obviously waiting for you. You lock the door and go straight for my ass, pushing your hips against it, relishing the feeling of me pushing back, moaning in anticipation and eagerness. I rub my ass across your crotch, straightening my back to lean against you. Your arms wrap around me, pulling me close against you and feeling my breasts through the thin, t-shirt bra that has always been your favorite.

You spin my around and crush yourself against me once more. Your lips find mine, and we share one of our ravenous kisses that we can only experience after being apart for too long. Our lips seal against each other, tongues furious, jaws pressing closer and closer together until it’s almost painful. Your hands find my ass and our kisses continue. I pull off your jacket as you push down my pants, your hands going back to my ass, this time inside my pink lace panties.

[MF] A lapdance and a blowjob for a guy I met on Tinder

[I originally posted this years ago, but recently decided to use a throwaway for these stories, so I’m reposting now.]

Sit down in a chair in the middle of the room, facing the door. It opens slowly to reveal me standing in the door, one hand on my hip, the other on the door frame. My short brown hair is straight and down. I’m wearing the school girl costume you got for me: a white blouse crop top that covers only my boobs, my lace black bra showing through with my cleavage, a tight red plaid mini skirt, just barely covering my ass, thigh-high stockings, and black heels. As you stare at me, taking in my body, my hand slides across my skin from my hip to my breasts. I pull one side of my shirt over, showing you a glimpse of my nipple. Moan. Stay in your seat. I take a step forward and turn around to close the door, showing off my ass. Turn on some music. Anything you want to listen to, it doesn’t matter. Still facing away from you, I run my fingers through my hair while my hips start to rotate. My other hand slides down my torso and slips into my skirt. Watch me in the mirror on the back of the door. Watch my ass move in circles, imagine your dick pressed against my warm skin. My hand tugs at the bottom of my skirt, showing you a peek at my ass. I’m not wearing panties.

[MF] A dirtyr4r success post.

Note: I am the guy in this story, my companion originally posted this write-up shortly after our encounter then deleted it. I’m reposting it with her permission with some of the identifiable info scrubbed out. Anyway – here’s how it went down:

All my roads to (city redacted) seem to lead to (landmark redacted)
—this trip was no different. Well, except for the fact that I had a bullet to strike off the old bucket list: complete a random internet (read: Reddit) stranger hook-up.

Note: there’s lots of extra prose because I’m feeling nostalgic. Scroll down for action.

By the time I made it into the city, I thought I was doomed to once again put off this quest since no one was catching my eye, but then it happened. A little orange envelope popped into view with someone who actually read through and followed the requests in my post! And he sounded sexually responsible and compatible to boot—a cautious gal’s dream come true.

Fitting Room Fingering [MF] [Public] [Fingering][Handjob][First Date]

Joy and I, both 18 at the time, had just finished our first date… dinner and mini golf. It had gone well, and there would probably be a second date very soon. We had been friends for a little while, but hadn’t dated until now. Joy was a petite blonde, about 5’1″ and somewhat thin. She had a gorgeous smile, perfect rosy cheeks, and mystical green eyes. Her torso was slim with small perky B-cup breasts, but her frame widened slightly below the hips with a very round butt and thick thighs from running track. I was attracted to her the moment we met. She just had that cute, yet sexy look to her.

As we pulled out of the mini golf parking lot, she asked what my plans were for the rest of the night since it was a bit on the early side. I told her that I needed to go shopping for a new pair of slacks for a job interview I had in the morning. She asked if she could tag along, since she needed some make-up from the same department store I was going to. I told her that I didn’t mind, so we rerouted our direction to the store. On the way there we talked about past relationships, likes, dislikes, turn ons, and turn offs. The conversation quickly turned sexual, but to be fair, it remained mild in topic. Either way, it was enough to put us both in a frisky mood.

[MF] I responded to her r4r post, we fucked shortly thereafter.

Long time lurker first time poster etc etc.

I’ve had a couple successful encounters now responding to r4r posts, the most recent one took place over the last couple days, culminating in us meeting up last night.

Anyway I was browsing r4r (not even dirtyr4r mind you!) and a post caught my eye, a young lady seemingly just looking for someone to talk to. She sounded interesting and was local so I figured why not and fired off a response. She got in touch the next day and we had what felt like a pretty normal, generally reserved/introductory conversation. At some point, I’m not sure who, someone made a vaguely sexual comment and things very quickly escalated into a discussion of how neither of us had scratched that itch for a little too long and it was suggested that maybe we could help each other out in that regard. Pics of increasingly explicit nature were exchanged while preferences were put up for debate (can I…? Would you like to…? I’m totally going to…) and shortly thereafter the stage was set – we agreed to meet.

I blew a guy in his car at school. [MF]

[I originally posted this on a different account, but recently have decided to use a throwaway for these stories, so I’m reposting it now.]

Yesterday I was bored at school (I’m a grad student) and had a friend passing through town. He stopped by campus and picked me up. We drove down a side street and turned into a parking lot. He stopped in the back row. It wasn’t very secluded; we were facing houses and an alley and there were several cars in the parking lot, but none near us.

He leaned over and kissed me, sliding his hand up my shirt and pulling my boob out of my bra. I placed my hand on his dick, rubbing and gently squeezing. He pushed me away so he could lean over and suck on my tits. His tongue licked around my nipple and his teeth bit gently. His hand squeezed. I leaned my head back against the seat and closed me eyes. He paused for a moment and said “I’ll admit I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like this.” I smiled, laughed a little, and said “Me neither.” And I kissed him again. He untucked his shirt, undid his belt, and pulled down his pants just far enough. I reached over and began stroking and kissed him again.

Ideal date [MF]

[I posted these years ago from a different account, but recently decided to use a throwaway for these stories, so I’m reposting.]

Walk up to the restaurant door and pause. Place your hand in my lower back. Lean over to whisper in my ear—I don’t hear anything you say, I just shiver from your hot breath washing over me. I close my eyes and you slide your hand over to wrap around my waist; pull me into you. Kiss my cheek and ten watch me walk into the restaurant alone. I take a seat at the bar. Sit a few chairs down. We both order our dinners. Another man walks in, sits close to me. He orders me a drink. Watch me lean over to thank him, making sure to show off my cleavage.