[MF] My first 18 y/o old-young sex story (PART ONE)

Hey everyone! :)
This is a more recent story. If you’ve read my others, you’ll probably be surprised to know that this was my first sexual experience with someone older. I’ve never mentioned it before, but I probably seem like the type lol.

A little background about meee! I’m 18 (nearly 19). I’m a self-taught NodeJS, so I do freelance work. I’m telling you this because you might ask “how could you possibly do this at your parent’s house?”. I make a decent living, and I’m happy how I am, so I moved into a nice little apartment (recently). I’m a lot happier with the independence and all that.

Anyways, that’s where the story takes place. If you’re wondering what I look like, I’m pale, kinda short, busty, not super skinny but not “fat”, blue hair, crystal blue eyes, and plenty of energy ;) I wouldn’t really look like a slut when you first meet me. I wear glasses sometimes, too, and I dress relatively normally.

Now, on to the story. EASILY one of the fucking sexiest MFing sexy times I have ever had, and that’s probably saying a LOT. However, it was a bit embarrassing, for reasons that I’ll get to later.

Christ[m]as [F]rat Party pt. 3

You always told yourself you’d hold on to your virginity, at least a until you started dating a real guy, not the fuck boys who always tried so desperately to get in your pants and failed miserably. You told yourself that you’d keep to your high standards didn’t you? But… what if Rob meets those standards? What if you say no now and lose out on what may be the best chance you ever have? It doesn’t have to be a one night thing, maybe it can be more.

Cautiously, you proceed up the steps. Its dimly light by single strands of dim Christmas lights, but still has a class and style you didn’t expect. This isn’t our typical frat house, maybe that’s why a guy like Rob lives here. You did say no fuck boys and its obvious Rob is no fuck boy. You find the door and hesitate to open it. “Buck up Kaitlin. It’s now or never” you think to yourself. The door opens slowly, revealing the whisper in your ear.

Christ[m]as [F]rat Party contd

It was like time had frozen. Being in his arms suddenly made you the only person in the room, the only one in the world. All bodily control had flown out the window. Pussy wet, nipples erect, heart racing, what the hell was going on? You’ve never felt like this, no one ever warned you about how this could happen. The worst part, you didn’t know what to do about it. You couldn’t say anything, that would embarrass you. You also couldn’t just deal with these feelings on your own. You could tell that you’d need some form of help.

Time begins again, and the hug is over. Steph starts talking, saying that she hoped Rob would be surprised to see you. What was she talking about? Why would you be a surprise? Was he hoping to see you or something? Your mind races and your bodily condition worsens. What if he does want you? Do you let him take you? What does it all mean? You decide you can’t handle this right now so you continue the conversation till you can escape to some dark corner to contemplate what’s happening. You find the bathroom and sit. You can feel the wet spot in your panties, it’s warm to the touch. Why didn’t you have a purse or something with a spare pair? Enough about that, you need to get yourself together. You have a party to attend!

A Christ[m]as wish [f]ulfilled – RAOMD success story

I was ready to give up. I had caught the attention of a [poster on RAOMD](https://www.reddit.com/r/RandomActsOfMuffDive/comments/7l4mwi/27_f4m_anyone_up_for_a_challenge_in_nyc), and we were messaging back and forth, but it didn’t feel like we’d ever meet. This was happening, or that, but then as we continued to talk, I sent a message saying all I wanted for Christmas was her legs wrapped around the backside of my head.. and I guess that did the trick.

A short while later, while I was out getting drinks with a friend at a local bar, she texted and asked “What about tonight?” And then we had liftoff. She wouldn’t be able to make it to the neighborhood until after midnight, but she acknowledged feeling sorry for coming off flakey and then made the drive to come out and play, so long as I could help her park when she had made it to me.

She arrived to the apartment around 1230 or 1a, and called me to have me help park the car. We found a spot that ultimately she could just pull into, and so there weren’t any issues with parallel parking – something she admitted wasn’t her strong suit.

Christ[M]as [F]rat Party

Another Week of Christmas and you’re going to be stuck with family that you can’t stand. You have to relieve some stress somehow, but how? You could always hangout with friends before they leave for their family get togethers, but is that enough? You’re not in a friend mood, you’re looking for something new and exciting. So it’s a no for friends, no boyfriend cause who wants one when you’re about to go to college next month. Wait, College. College means frat guys and frat guys means parties. There’s gotta be tons of Christmas parties, you just have to get to them. This is gonna require some phone calls.

Finally, you get ahold of you sister Steph. She hasn’t left campus yet, probably trying to avoid family like you are. You’re assigned to the same dorm next semester so it was easy to find her place. Both of you spent the next few hours getting dressed and decked to the nines. You’re not like the rest of these college sluts, you have class. Your outfit hugs every curve with grace, any man looking at you will go wild. But you won’t give in. You are going in to college with high standards. It would take one hell of a man to catch your attention. After all, you’re a virgin and planned on losing it your way, not anyone else’s.

[FM] A slutty version of the dinner and a movie first date

This is from a first date with someone I met on bumble back in late August.

We had just finished dinner and needed to kill time in the parking lot before a movie. We got in his car and he drove to the side of the parking lot. It was a Wednesday night so the lot wasn’t very full and we had some privacy. The week up to meeting, we had been exchanging not safe for work snapchats so i think he was ready for some physical contact. As soon as we parked, he leaned over the console and began kissing me. We made out like that for about a minute before i said “This would be easier back there” as I have no patience for the uncomfortable kissing position.

We moved to the back seat and got back to kissing. It wasn’t long before he pulled onto his lap so I was straddling him. Then he slid his hand under my dress and started rubbing my pussy through my underwear as I was grinding against it. He flipped me over onto the seat and leaned over me, continuing to kiss me while fingering me. I started rubbing his hard cock and loved feeling how thick it was in my hand. It wasn’t long before his skilled fingers made me want more and I whispered ”I want to fuck you.” He looked a little surprised and asked “really?” to which i nodded then grabbed a condom out of my purse.

She called my Bluff… Or: [F]un when Redditors [M]eet

We’d met on Reddit.

I liked her pics… but I loved her vids – the way she moaned, the fact that she’d made some of them in public.

She was a fan of my pics… but what she loved most were my stories – the little details, the lengths the characters went to in order to please each other.

I told her they weren’t characters. They were true stories.

She called my bluff.

I’d love to write one about you one day, I said. Then you’d know the truth.

I’d like that, she replied.

I’d agreed to meet up with Redditors before. More than a few times. Every now and then it really happens. Most of the time it’s just flirting. I assumed she’d fall into the latter category.

We traded PMs for months, disappearing for weeks at a time before reconnecting in a flurry of messages. Eventually we switched to Kik, then Snap, sending sneaky pictures from work, the gym, whatever we thought would get a rise out of each other. Then one day I told her I’d be passing through her city. She asked to meet. I agreed that we should. We never did.

Ex-Wife Stories 3: A Little Fun [MF]

One night, I asked the ex if she wanted to have a little fun. She smiled and said, “Sure.”

“Are you going to be my little slut tonight?,” I asked her. “We’re going to do some more things, so go with it, OK? And remember your safe word.” She just smiled as I walked in the bedroom, closing the door. I had already put on something she liked (a pair of satiny boxers she had bought me), and a robe. I sat back down and told her to go put on something slutty. Without a word, she went into the bedroom and closed the door. She knew how much I liked surprises, and how the anticipation killed me.

[MF] A Bad Girl At My Front Door

It was late on an autumn Saturday morning in the MidAtlantic, and I was cleaning my apartment. I was frustrated by its condition — and by the pointless fight I was in with my girlfriend, Alicia.

She was a 5’2”, 110-pound, brown-haired, blue-eyed Irish spitfire. Her spirit made for an adventurous relationship inside and outside the bedroom, but sometimes her spirit turned into a raging, angry banshee — sometimes for good reason, and like now, sometimes for no obvious reason.

On this particular Saturday, I was exhausted and angered by it, and was trying to find a productive outlet for my emotions.

I had just finished scrubbing my bathroom when the doorbell rang. I walked down the hall and peered through the peephole.

Alicia stood on the other side of the door, clad in a long coat. I hesitated to open the door, as I was not keen to engage the banshee again.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered through the door. I melted and opened the door.

Alicia walked into my arms and buried her head into my chest. “I’m sorry about last night,” she said quietly.

[MF] First cream pie while watching another couple

I lived in fraternity in college, and the house a bit of unique architecture. Some of the bedrooms on the top floor have vaulted ceilings, and brothers had built massive lofted platforms 10 feet up for sleeping. These platforms went wall to wall over half the room, like a ghetto balcony.

One alumni weekend, I knew I had to be up early so called it an early night with my girlfriend. We had some sex and fell asleep. Around 2 am I was woken up by the sound of my futon being pulled out. I propped myself up to look over the edge of the loft to see an older alumni and a sophomore girl rolling around and making out.

I was actually behind my girlfriend in the spooning position, and saw that she was awake and mouthed “oh my god” to me. I put a finger to my mouth in the “shhh” motion and we both watched. I was silently cheering on the alumni. We had spoken earlier in the night; he was 31 and had just gotten out of a bad engagement. He and a few guys from his years came up for the weekend to help him blow off steam.