1st Impressions [MF]

I knock on the door and you answer with a smile. 
Just as you say hello, I grab you by the waist and push you against the wall. 

I lean against you pinning you. 

You feel the bulge of my cock against your ass and you try to push away from the wall but only pushing yourself against me more. 

I grab a handful of hair and push your head against the wall as I lower myself to your waist. 

With my other hand you feel my fingers slide into your pants and I lower them. 

They slide down past your ass then your thighs. 
They drop to your ankles and you feel the warmth of my breath against your ass as I go to bite it. 

You feel the sting of my teeth sinking into the meaty part of your bare ass. 

You then feel the brush of my finger against the slit of your cunt. 

I stand and undo my pants. Resting my cock between your ass cheeks, you feel the thickness of me throbbing. 

Holding your head against the wall, my other hand goes to rub your clit as i work my cock into you. 

Her first [MFM]

First post on hotwife: https://www.reddit.com/r/Hotwife/comments/5trob0/taking_the_plunge/
Second on hotwife: https://www.reddit.com/r/Hotwife/comments/5twyl3/taking_the_plunge_2/

Throughout the day leading up to the big moment, our anxiety was low. It was almost like nothing was happening until we actually arrived at the hotel, checked in and made our way to a local bar that we agreed to meet at for some small talk and ice breaking. On the way, I could sense her anxiety. I tried to loosen her up by touching and teasing her on the way and assuring her that everything would be fine.

He texted us as we pulled in to let us know that he would be running a bit late which only added to our anxiety – what if he didn’t show? All this anticipation just to be let down? We decided to head inside, get a table and have a drink while we waited. We were making small talk whens he looked toward the door and said, “That’s him. I’m so nervous.”

[F]un Ca[M]ping trip.

It’s been a fun week and a busy one at that. 
I decide to go out of the city and find a hiking trail to go explore and just enjoy the day. 

I pack my gear and a full two days rations with plenty of water. Not weighting more than 30 pounds, I feel confident that it would only get lighter after a couple meals and drinking the 4 liters of water daily. Especiallyvwhen I’ll be physically exerting myself I’ll be consuming more water. 

I take the drive and for about an hour out. 
I drive onto a back grid road and pull over. 

Writing a quick note of who I am and my general direction of my destination trail I put it into a plastic sandwich bag and place it under my windshield. 

I start making my way into the forest and I keep my place on the map with a compass and a pencil. Making notes of memoriable land marks like a twisted tree, a bend in the stream where fish gather or markings on trees where the local wildlife leave their territorial markings. 

[M]y Best Friend’s Girl[F]riend. (Accidental sex; long)

The summer after I graduated college was a very inebriated and hazy time of my life. I was working as a 2nd shift manager, so most of my nights began around 11:00 P.M. for partying; I watched the sun rise with a beer in my hand just about every morning—it was the life. During this time, I had started to make my way through my attractive female co-workers, sometimes merely as a competition with the other managers. At one point, there was a night where I had 3 visitors come over to my house all within an hour of each other; my dick was overtaxed yet satisfied at all the attention!

One night, I went to a house party held at my coworker Kara’s house. Kara was a 18 or 19 at the time, freshly out of high school that summer, so being the stand-up guy I am, I got all the liquor they needed for the night. I lived relatively close to her house, but because of a recent altercation with the police, I had my license suspended. My friend, Doug, was gracious enough to pick me up and take me to the party.

Eaten out for the first time this weekend [FF]

Posted this on /r/SluttyConfessions, someone said I should post it here.

I’ve only been to college a week and I’ve already done more than I’ve ever done before. I’m 18, had two boyfriends before, never slept with either of them, always been a bit…on the shy and reserved side. My new roommate is the opposite, totally out there and fun. This weekend, she asked me to go to an upperclass party with her. I was nervous, but I went. I drank a bit, not a ton, but I don’t drink much, so I was pretty buzzed. I was afraid she was gonna hook up with someone and leave me behind (she had talked about both of us finding hot guys to fuck), but she actually was super considerate, and when it was obvious that I wasn’t going to try to sleep with any of the guys there, and was still pretty uncomfortable, she didn’t leave me behind. We ended up leaving the party together only a couple hours in, and drunk walking back to our dorm.

My First MILF [MF]

My name is Andy. I grew up in a very religious household, so I was a late bloomer. It took me until college to have my first kiss, and I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-one. Since then, I’ve been doing my best to catch up. This is the story of the first time I slept with an older woman:

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’m in the Army. That experience led to a lot of opportunities to travel, see new things, and meet new people. It is not, however, particularly conducive to dating. Fortunately for me, I had plenty of friends who were happy to set me up with people they knew.

One of these friends was an older woman named Janet. I was over at Janet’s house, having a beer with her husband, when she mentioned that she knew a woman who was looking to date. Janet asked if I was comfortable with a woman having kids, and being a little older. At the time I was 24, and the woman with whom Janet was setting me up was 37, and had a 17-year-old son. I told Janet that I was game as long as she was a cool person.

A trip to the Lake District [MF] hold the moan.

I have a few stories from my past following on from the reception of my tube encounter a few days back.

As / when I’ve got time to write them, I’ll be sure to do so.

This story involves my friend Helen.

I came out of a relationship and in all honesty was trying to get myself back in the dating scene. Moving to a main UK city (leeds) I decided to jump on pof and see who was around.

Helen was a tall (5ft 10), blonde hair, great eyes and wonderful smile. Toned body from excessive gym and netball playing, with a tattoo running from her ankle to thigh. She had a very well to do family and went to boarding school. We dated on and off (once it became apparent I wasn’t in the best of places from my relationship) and fucked a lot. She wanted sex, I wanted sex….. I made her squirt….. so it was a no brainer for us both. But at the time of the story despite being friends we’d not had sex in months, as she was on/off with a guy from work.

Sunday in the Bed with Ariel [MF]

I don’t know what I did in my prior life to deserve this summer. It’s been unforgettable. A year ago, I would have scoffed at the thought of me having two gorgeous women available to fuck whenever they pleased.

I was engaged, but that relationship ended. Am I entirely over her? No. But one of the many reasons we weren’t compatible was our difference in sex drives. Mine’s intense. Hers wasn’t. I fantasized about sharing her, I wanted to take risks – she wouldn’t entertain any of that. There’s been a lot of heartache since we split, but in the last six months I’ve embraced my sexuality and really set out to experience everything I’ve fantasized about and been missing out on. You can (and should) read about those adventures in my previous posts. And I won’t get into anymore of my background or description here, as I’ve covered it pretty extensively.

I have two FWBs right now – two gorgeous, smart, sensational women – and I don’t know how long my luck can last, but I’m totally at their mercy. I’m not necessarily their only partner either, and we’re all in the clear health-wise. Caitlin is one of those girls (The Eighth Wonder of Reddit), and Ariel is the second. This one’s about Ariel.

Kara [MF]

Relevant tags: [FM][College]

I never really noticed Kara. She was studying medicine, and I was in math. We shared no courses, and she was just another girl in the residence. My roommate and I held long conversation about who the cutest girls on the floor were, and Kara was seldom brought up.

A little bit about myself, I am just over 6 feet, wear thick glasses around hazel eyes, and leave my black hair out to grow into bothersome curls. It’s unlike the hair my mostly European family has, but it is what it is. Back in high school I was involved with track quite a lot, so I was quite lean coming into college. Jack is the name, by the way.

It was the end of the midterm season, and a group of friends from the floor were all planning on doing what all freshmen do – drink when we’re not supposed to. I met up with my roommate Eric at around 9, when my linear algebra midterm was done. I threw my lucky pencil in the drawer and we headed out. The plan was simple: eat, pick up some drinks, and head back for a night of debauchery.

Watching [30M]y [24F]riend masturbating in Iceland while I was (supposedly) sleeping next to her [MF] – Pt. 2

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6yzlmy/30masturbating_to_my_24friend_in_iceland_while/). Read at least the first couple paragraphs for a description of Kari as well as what the hell is going on.

A couple days passed and I was noticing an unsettling phenomenon. Walking behind Kari up the stairs, I would steal glances–okay, more like long, drawn out stares–at her ass, each side tightening by turn, perfectly accentuated by tight pants. But one day, as she took the first step up and I prepared to begin my tortuous enjoyment, I began thinking of how she’d pulled a muscle a little yesterday, and how it must hurt, but of course she was too stubborn to say anything. And instead of holding my hand back from cupping her ass, I found myself holding it back from settling gently around her waist, ready to hold tight if she fell.

This was a problematic development. Kari was just as uninterested as ever, and in my rational moments, so was I. Nothing lay down that path but pain.

The nights stretched out, eternities of conscience-stricken edging. One morning my balls were sore the whole day–worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had.