[FFM] [long] Getting high and having fun

Three things to set up the context of this story: first, I’ve got a naturally high libido; second, getting high makes me horny; and third, I crave rough, submissive sex when I’m high.

About month ago I was totally swamped with tests and assignments to the point where I wasn’t going out and was only meeting with friends to study. Normally I’m a really social person, but I was honestly so stressed. My libido shot down that week, or rather was buried under my stress, and I didn’t make myself cum or sleep with anyone for almost two weeks. After I’d finished all my work, my friends and I went out to a fun bar for a girl’s night out.

Drinking and dancing felt amazing after being stressed for so long, and as I started dancing I felt myself getting turned on. It was a Latin burlesque bar with an actual stripper on the counter (lol) and the dancing was just so sexy and sensual that I could feel my nipples beading and my pussy getting wet.

How I ended up naked in class. [F] [exhibition] [public]

Reposting this since I deleted my old account.

This story is about how my worst nightmare came true, with surprising results: I ended up naked in class.

Earlier this year I took a cross cultural communication class. We learned about different cultures. We watched movies. Went on field trips. Those of us from different cultures talked about how our culture back home is different. We also had presentations from different cultures. Sometimes they involved the students. One day the professor asked for a volunteer. He said that at the next class an acupuncturist will come and they need a volunteer. I wanted to do it, but the professor selected someone else.

The day of the presentation, the acupuncturist apologized and said that normally, when he performs it, the patient is naked. The guy who volunteered wore boxers. I wondered if he was embarrassed. A part of me wondered what would have happened if I, or another girl, were picked.

Summer Fun with [M]y Best [F]riend Part 2

If you’re not up to speed, you can read Part One [HERE](https://redd.it/632ocb)

A few days passed and Clara and I tried to keep things simple. We didn’t really talk about what happened that night and it seemed that we were both contented that way. She still hadn’t found a place to stay and she apologized profusely, but my parents really didn’t care. They insisted that she could stay as long as she needed to. They were just waiting for her to believe that.

I awoke early to go for a run on Tuesday morning, wearing my gym shorts, black sneakers and nothing else. I didn’t have work that night and I planned to make the most of the day off, which always started with going for a run. It was only about three miles, but it was enough to get the blood pumping! I listened to whatever my amp up music was at that time (maybe Circa Survive?) and tried to get my mind off of things. I had thought I was okay with everything, that I was going to be fine moving on, but I would still get flashes of desire for her and I still spent a majority of my time fantasizing about Clara, recalling our encounter and basking in the sexuality of the thing.

Second [F] BBC Experience

I could not have imagined the satisfaction that our afternoon interlude had given me (see First [F] BBC Experience) and the sheer craving it created. I could not wait for our meeting after dinner.

Brett and I did the good worker thing, went out to dinner with our respective colleagues but had committed to each other that by 8:00pm come hell or high water, we would do what it took to politely be excused from our work/social obligations.

I showed up to Brett’s room about 10 minutes early just as schoolgirlish as it gets. My anticipation was causing me to almost pace. Finally when I heard the door handle being rustled, a silent YES echoed in my head. Brett stepped in the room and quick chit chat began.

As he removed his jacket and tie, a positioned myself to literally jump into his arms and began deep kissing. Such a large man holding me felt exquisite.

Improvising when you live thousands of miles apart from your friend’s sexy brother. [FM]

I met Jake about seven years ago. His brother and I graduated from college together, and we were fairly good friends. One night, we were all at a house party together. I was introduced to Jake while pouring myself a drink. I remember to this day thinking about how sexy his eyes were upon first glance and how instantly I was attracted to him. We talked frequently that night, but nothing ever came of it. We would only see each other in person again maybe once or twice, as he didn’t live in the city and he moved around the country often for work.

I can’t recall how we initially started texting one another, I’m sure after some exchanging of Facebook posts, comments and eventually messages. But it did turn out that we ended up with one another’s phone numbers and we would text semi-regularly. It was innocent small talk at first, but it didn’t take long for us to reveal how attracted we were to one another – and the sexting started. Sending dirty pictures and messages about the things we wanted to do to one another. It felt almost taboo, knowing that this was one of my best friend’s brothers, and he had no idea that we had this connection.

A show and a BJ in a public shower [MM]

This was when I was still living at home. My mother, little sister and I went to the YMCA pool to do some swimming. There wasn’t really anybody else there and I got bored after doing a few laps, so I decided I’d just get out and read a book while the two of them played in the water for the next hour or so. Ah for lazy Saturdays…

Anyway I’m in the shower room – it was an open shower area with separate stalls on the side. Not sure why they had both, maybe it was a retrofit on the old building or something. Anyway nobody was around so I decided screw it, I’d use the main area. Got to work washing the chlorine out of my hair.

That’s when a big guy came in. I guess he’d been in the gym area. When I say “big guy” I mean he had a big gut and was a bit older than I was, say 40s or something. I didn’t pay much attention but after a minute I kept catching him looking at me and then quickly looking away.

Giving my first Bj! [MM] -Long

So this is really cool for me I am answering a request that a redditor had to hear about giving my first blow job. Hope this doesn’t disappoint! I’m thirty now so this would be thirteen years ago.
I had been living in a rural southern area that I had just moved to as I was still living with my mom so I ended up wherever she went. Where I was from was a major American city and now I lived outside the city limits of a city with a population below two thousand. I didn’t know many people and I was recently introduced to yahoo messenger and chat as well as computers overall. I was a fast and eager learner. In chat and through yahoo messenger I made several interesting friends as well as met many crazies.
One night I received a message from an unknown name. He was being very forward and saying things I thought to be a joke. About maybe I should try guys because they are less drama. He referenced a line in my profile where I put something about women only being with you until they can upgrade. Yeah…sorry about that I was being an emo kid after a very recent break up. I tend to handle things more adult now. So still thinking some friend I actually knew was fucking with me I said “This must be Richard”. He said “Does Richard get to fuck you”. I was a bit surprised.
Through more messages he proved he wasn’t just fucking with me. He found me in the yahoo date base liked my profile and lived near me. Wow! At first I thought more a long the lines of creeper but after a couple weeks of normal messages and discussions I had a change of mind. He was laid back and open about his intentions but never pressuring. I would ask and he would answer. Most answers had my teenage cock leaking precum begging to explode. Some answers I’d think about all day making my cock hard through out school and work until I could get home to talk to him about it and of course jerk off thinking about it.
At this age in my life I was a cum fountain. I was always horny and always jerking off. I had curious thoughts but I hadn’t dont much with either sex. Still a virgin I had only received a few blow jobs and fingered a few girls. When it came to guys I was only interested in the dick. Not romance or kissing. That to this day turns me off but a nice looking cock will make me beg. The guys in porn always had great looking cocks. Bigger than mine which I know now is average but also sexy the way they trimmed or shaved. As an adult I understand what’s real and normal but before seeing another I thought most looked like porn dicks and I was lacking.
He would message me and really fuel these thoughts in my head. He offered me head if I ever wanted it. That was how we found out I was more submissive. I told him when I thought about head with him I was the one giving. He loved this. He would toy with me. I’d message him and he’d say “so think about sucking any cock today” jokingly. It helped put me at ease with the negative feelings that you get from society about wanting to suck cock and still being a man. I would answer honestly If I had or hadn’t. Then he’d tease about who’s cock. A friends or strangers. I lied. If I had told him the truth he would know it was always his!!
Even after watching a porn where the guy had a nice one if I wasn’t thinking of fucking the girl then I’d be imagining the taste and feel of his cock. I knew I wanted it but wasn’t sure how I’d feel. Would I be gay? I never thought so because boobs. A woman’s body, feel and touch forever hold the majority house in my sexuality republic. Still everyone knows sucking a dick makes you gay. At least at that age they did.
He helped me come to terms and understand it wasn’t gay or weird. He was mostly straight with an ex wife and kids but loved to play with guys. After a month or more of knowing him I told him that when I imagine a cock sliding past my lips it’s his. He laughed and said “good, ready to meet me?” I wasn’t but I wanted to bad. I said so and he said still no rush no worries. That laid back and no pressure attitude sealed the deal.
I knew I was going to do it but wasn’t too sure how I would go about it. I was messaging him one night after work and he mentioned this girl he was fucking and sent a picture then told me all the details. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts. She was sexy as hell. Then he sent another one and my jaw dropped. She was sucking him and his cock was fantastic. Until now I realized iv given you no details of him. He was thirty eight years old white and handsome. He was a little chubby with thick brown hair and a sexy beard. He was in the medical profession because I saw a pic of him in scrubs at a hospital. Never asked exactly what he did. Also I had just found out his cock was great. A little longer than average but had a upwards curve and a thick head. She had her lips wrapped around that head and I was straining my boxers horny with jealousy.

Summer Fun with [M]y Best [F]riend

Clara and I had been friends for years. She was one of my first friends when I entered high school and we remained close pretty much throughout. We’d talked about dating a few times, but one or the other of us was always in a relationship.

Senior year came around and her life really split apart, her dad kicked her out suddenly, her boyfriend had cheated on her and she’d had a major falling out with the majority of our friends since her boyfriend was pretty well networked amongst them. She really needed a break and my family decided to provide her one.

She had always been a good friend to the entire family, so it wasn’t even a conversation when she needed a place to stay, my parents accepted her with open arms. She came with a duffle bag of things and moved into my little sister’s room. She kept insisting she’d only stay a week at most, but my parents let her know that she could stay as long as she needed to!

I brought my friend home last night. [FM]

We met up earlier in the day. I was actually out on a first date that was floundering pretty badly. The guy was too quiet and there was zero chemistry. We were at a bar for a party and a concert, super laid back and it was still uncomfortable. I could tell he wasn’t into it. And I wasn’t into him. Then, luckily, my good friend walked up to us. We’ll call him Chris. He chatted with us for a bit before this guy decided he wanted to leave. So off went the boring guy, and I breathed a sigh of relief of being saved from that horribly awkward situation. So now I got to spend the afternoon with my good friend.

We drank a bit, stayed for a few hours, ran into other friends. It was a pretty great evening. We’re both avid bikers and biked to the bar; separately. When the show was over fairly early in the evening, Chris and I hopped on our saddles and ventured onto the next place.