[F]The smell of blood made us fuck like animals in a squalid alley (ovulation)(blood)(first time fucking)(male and female fucking)

This was a couple of years ago and I had just got back to London after living in a sordid little grief hole called Cornwall. I was happy because I was back among interesting, vibrant and sophisticated people instead of having to put up with a bunch of racist, intolerant and probably inbred fuckwits. Also the internet coverage in Cornwall’s a joke also.

Anyway, I was in a bar catching up with some friend’s when suddenly someone who we all used to know from school came over to us (I’ll refer to him as Rob, but this is NOT his real name). At school Rob had been an odious fat ugly piece of wank rag and in the intervening years he’d only got worse. His friends were at the bar and without being asked, he sat down among us. Without much preamble he looked at me and **fucking winked** and then said ”all right Sally (not my real name), remember me?”

[MF] into the woods (kink, semi-rough, public)

Never let it be said that my friends don’t do nice things.

I have this friend who helped introduce me into the local kink scene where I live. Since then we have become fairly close, and I hang out with her and the other local folks on a semiregular basis.

One day a couple of weeks ago I got this text from my friend. “My friend Lily and I were talking and she wants someone to spank her the way she wants it, so I recommended she reach out to you. Is that okay?”

(Lily is of course not her real name.)

I told my friend that would be fine — after running it by my wife first, of course — and Lily messaged me on Fetlife. We started to talk, and it sounded like we would get along quite well. (It didn’t hurt that she was quite attractive in her photos as well — five-three, curvy, with dyed-red hair shaved on the sides — natural color medium brown — and cat-eye glasses.) We set up a time to meet — two or three weeks after we started talking — and that day was today.

I [F] gave my “friend’s” boyfriend [M] a handjob on an airplane.

BACKGROUND:

I was invited by a close friend to join a group of people for an all-inclusive trip to a resort in the Dominican Republic. There were 10 people going on the trip (6 females, 4 males), of those 10 people, there were two couples.

Kara (my close friend who invited me on the trip) had invited me to join the group only three days prior to the trips departure because one of the original group members unexpectedly dropped out of the trip due to their cousin suddenly passing away. I hadn’t had a chance to travel since graduating from university, so I was excited to go.

Of the 10 people attending, I only knew Kara, and Shannon well, as we had all attended grade school together. I hadn’t seen Shannon much in the past 8 years, however, throughout grade school, Shannon was know as the “hilarious-smart-beautiful-popular girl”. Shannon and I were never actually true friends, as she would often bully me in private, only to act as if we were friends in public, or when it was convenient for her. The other members of the group I had either met briefly, or only seen in passing.

My Amor [mf]

I meet Ozzie from Sls a few months ago. He is a tall dark passionate latin man, football players type . Nice broad shoulders, always dressed perfect and smells amazing. Mustache goatee and a bald head. He has the most wonderful smile, sexy eyes and wonderfully soft sexy lips.

We kikd each other this morning to see if we could squeeze in a little play time today. It was on. I scrambled to shower and get partially dressed. The clothes weren’t staying on long.

I’m normally waiting for him sitting on a bed or in a motel room. Today I got out my handy little Lelo vibrator and started playing with myself laying on my bed before he got here. I’ve been really horny lately. I told him front door was open ,to come in and lock the door behind him.

I Fuck Her Farewell [MF]

It was a Friday night, and she told me she was going away for a couple of months on holiday. It’d been awhile since we shared a bed, and we always enjoyed those times, filthy and dirty as it can be.

“I guess I’ll have to come visit you for tea In the next couple of days, then” I said, matter of factly – hardly a question, less a request, not as overt as a demand or an offer of service, and more a self invitation to a question forming in her head.

“That’d be a delight” she says with a faux sense of coy. She knows well what I’m thinking as much as I know what’s she’s picturing. I give her a cheeky smile, which she returns with glittery eyes, as she tells me about her trip over a few drinks, our knees touching here and there, and hands lingering on the borders of tipsy body language and full blown flirtation.

I’d had a hell of a week, and so I ask of her leave, let her to her own devices for the rest of the evening, and hop into a cab to head home. In the passenger seat of the cab, I pull out my phone and simply text her ‘How about I fuck you on Monday?’.

A Sicilian road trip with a friend of mine [MF][Public]

This happened a few years ago but I wrote about it on the blog I used to keep, thought I’d share it here…it took place in Sicily on holiday with a wonderful friend of mine. If you like I have more recollections to share. Thanks x

As we set off on the road we were in high spirits. Hungover, sun-kissed, relaxed and still wet from the amazing pool we’d just spent the last 4 hours laughing and fucking about in with friends. We had about 4 hours on the road ahead of us, but with good music, company and the sun high in a cloudless sky it was a journey I was looking forward to.

We were sat talking, me driving in swimming shorts and t-shirt, Blondie in bikini bottoms and a strappy top. Her feet were on the dashboard with her knees raised up and I’m sure every now and then her hand would dip down between her legs although maybe that was wishful thinking on my part. Now I can’t remember exactly what happened, I think I must have jokingly suggested it earlier, but after about 20 minutes she says,

[FM] Blindfolded and “bound” for the first time

First post here, so please be kind or offer constructive feedback!
A little bit about us:
Ross and I have been together for a couple years, a serious college relationship that blossomed from FWB. Anyways, it’s fair to say that I am more adventurous than Ross. He’s content with vanilla, whereas I like it a little rough, like smack my ass, pull my hair, tie me up, being dominated. When we first started having sex, I told him this and he was… intimidated? Recently, he has started to be more confident and dominant in the bedroom and it is the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Ross always says his favorite thing about me is my ass and legs, I’m fairly tall with legs that don’t quit and a perky booty to top em off. My 34D’s fit well on my slender frame, I work-out pretty often, lifting and yoga keep me fit for my collegiate sport.
Ross is tall, dark, and handsome. Being a military guy, he is in great shape, his v-lines and happy trail at the bottom of his abs drive me crazy. But my favorite thing about his body is his shoulders, and the way they taper to his waist, mmhmm!!!
This is a story from earlier this week. I was sitting in lecture, but could only think of him. Knowing he had two hours break between classes, I texted him: “Can I cum over after class?”

A Midweek Sojourn [MF]

I was away for a work trip the other day, to a city where I happened to have a lot of friends from the past. It was an overnighter, and I did have a work colleague with me, so I had to play my cards right. Maybe a six hour window that I could have some fun, as we had meetings all the following day. I didn’t particularly want to do the open call out I usually do when I’m in town, and so I messaged two old friends that I knew would be up for it.

One had a cousin’s birthday to get to, and wasn’t sure what time she’d be finished up. A bit of a pity, as she’s the one I spent the most time with on my last trip out, and to say that she was a lot fun would be a grand understatement. The other had some friends in town, but she was quite convinced that she’d be finished dinner early with them, so likely had time to catch me later for drinks.

[MF] Butter

I was just starting the cake when my wife got home from work. Two sticks of butter and three cups of sugar creaming in the stand mixer with a teaspoon of vanilla as i watched. I was in jeans and a white v-neck under the “kiss the cook” apron she had given me our first Christmas together when she padded into the kitchen in a her black dress and stocking feet. Grinning at the tell-tale whur of the mixer and the sight of me with my hands scraping down the sides of the metal mixing bowl.

“White cake?” she asked hopefully as she stood on tiptoes in anticipation of the kiss

“Nope! poundcake!” I said as I leaned to press my lips to hers

She let out an excited squeal and pounced on me. Making me scramble to keep my balance as her tiny body drove into me and i was tangled in her arms. For someone so small, she is surprisingly strong when it comes to bear hugs and I laughed as i hugged her back, keeping my butter and sugar coated hands from her dress “welcome home sprinkle butt”

[FM] The Sunday Funday Shit Show

So after a few months of getting to know the right people, I’ve made my way into the circle of glamorous “Lean Inners” at work. They’re all a bit older than me (late-twenties, early-thirties), beautiful, put-together, and serious career-women. Yes, I wanted their friendship. Yes, I wanted their advice. But most of all, I wanted to be invited to their weekly brunches. Holy shit, do these women brunch HARD. The food looks heavenly, the cocktails look bomb, and dear god do they have some good-looking friends.

After a few brunches, the dynamic became pretty clear: my new lady-friends were kind of prudish and the boys were all friend-zoned and thirsty as fuck. I quickly established myself as The Fun One: always ordering another round and sending everyone home a bit less put-together than when they arrived. The boys were flirty, but no one made any moves until a few weeks ago.

It was the first warm weekend this spring, so instead of going out for brunch, we went to Jack’s house to enjoy his wonderful patio. Everyone brought food and enough booze to drown a country club. All the usual players were there, but everyone was a bit looser with the liquor since we weren’t in public. By 1pm, everyone was pretty drunk on their way to smashed. A bunch of other people started to show up and by 3pm, it was a full-on Sunday Funday shit show.