My [F] Horribly Embarrassing Saturday Night with Friends [GROUP]

I've been wanting to share this story with someone for a while, but its too embarrassing to tell without being anonymous. I'm sure a lot of you guys will find this story hot or sexy, but I still shy away when anyone brings it up.

Background Info:
This happened about 2 years ago. I was a freshman girl in college, and I already met a big group of friends. We all had only known each other a few months, as we were in our second semester. The last Saturday before finals began we decided to rent a cheap cottage on the beach to party.

Story Time:
Everyone arrived late afternoon on Saturday. Including myself there were 8 of us. 6 guys and 2 girls. I didn't like many girls, so I stuck to my group of guy friends, and the only other girl was one of my good friends Rachel. We started drinking as soon as we got there, and by 8 PM we we're pretty drunk. I'm a lightweight, but I drank more that night than any other time in my life. Rachel and I have never hooked up with any of the guys in our group before, and we really never talked about it. My friends nickname for me was Mousey, because I was kinda shy, a little quiet, and I'm extremely petite. Like 4"11 100 lbs petite. Because of this most of the guys in the group flirted with Rachel more. They would occasionally call me cute, adorable, etc. but nothing more than that.

My Confession [m/F]

God I was horny. I wasn't sure if it was because my biological clock was ticking, or what but I found myself constantly horny. More annoyingly, my husband seemed to have lost interest in sex. In the few times I mentioned that having a baby would be nice, he would half heartedly fuck me or complain that he was tired. I had tried everything, sexy lingerie, costumes, shaving my pussy, he didn't seem to care. I signed to myself, a bit too loudly. We had just finished prepping for a large sales bid and the sales team which I led was seated at a large table. One of the young technical sales guys Ed, looked up and asked, "Mrs. Smith, are you okay?"

I looked up and said, "It's just been a long day." Jolted out of my hazy state, I got back into the conversation as if nothing had happened. When dinner was over, I said, "I need to go do some email. Who wants to join me for a nightcap in an hour?" Around the table, everyone politely declined, saying that they needed to catch up on work. A bit disappointed I said, "I'll be down here for whoever wants to join."

Professor Fantasy Turned Reality (M/F) pt 2

So just to clear things up from my last post (found here http://redd.it/32c6dp): I won't be revealing what school I went to, because reasons.

Since our first encounter was on Friday, I wouldn't see the Professor again until Monday in class. It was pretty normal for me to get to this class just under the wire, since it was my last class of the day and kind of far from the class before it. I was thankful that Professor Adams was talking with another student when I entered and took my normal seat in the middle of the 2nd row. I'm normally not so nervous about seeing a person I share a sexual encounter with, however this time was different. This was my professor, advisor and mentor.

Class began as usual, and I felt kind of dumb for worrying. He probably wanted to pretend it never happened. After class was over and I went to leave, I heard from behind me

"Meredith, can you stop by my office tonight to discuss the paper you gave me?" I turned around to look at Professor Adams, and couldn't read his expression.

Not my first [m/f/m] threesome, but memorable.

Well, this isn’t strictly speaking my first threesome, but a damn memorable one…

My partner, Fran, and I discovered that we liked to play almost by accident. But I do say almost. We meet in a nightclub; Fran was with another guy. We flirted, and the next time we saw each other, at the same club a week later, we went home together.

It was obvious that we both liked fucking. That was all we did. It was also obvious that Fran liked the nightlife, almost more than me. She always wore tiny skirts and tight tops. She also loved to dance and flirt. I should mention that we live in Sydney, Australia. It is generally pretty hot so wearing a minimum is the norm. Also the nightlife is great, and doesn’t close. We are late night people.

Anyway Fran and I, both liked each other, but had made no commitment to each other. It was fine to see other people. This sentiment was never expressed, but it underlay our relationship. Like many men, I wasn’t (and perhaps still aren’t) that good at commitment. I had been married, and was enjoying my single freedom.

That time I finally got through to my bestfriend [m/f]

Ok, so, I'm a guy who never really had any girlfriends, or sexual relationships. It wasn't that I was awkward around girls, because I sometimes got along with them a lot better than I did with boys, it just never seemed to happen.

There was one girl called Katie, who I had been really good friends with since preschool. She was perfect. Everything about her was perfect, to me at least. The most gorgeous face, incredible body, unreal legs and a truly amazing ass. I've never seen an ass like hers.

We once 'dated' back when we were really young, so it wasn't anything real, but since then I've always fancied her, it was just never the other way around. Sadly, she moved schools from me, but we lived like a road away, so I thought we'd still be great friends and always see each other. This never happened either.

I would try and text her and spark up conversations but she would just give one word answers, as if she didn't even want to know me anymore, and it fucking hurt because I had now decided that after not seeing her for so long, that I was in love.

Girls on tour[m/f]

This happened a couple of weeks ago and what started as just a couple of drinks with a male buddy of mine Tim turned out to be a night I’ll remember for a long time.

I live in a city in the midlands area of the UK. The city is popular with stag and hen parties as there are plenty of activities to do as well as great nightlife. It was a Friday and I got a text from Tim asking if I wanted to meet for some food and have a beer as I hadn’t seen him for a while.

We met early evening and went for some dinner, on the table next to us were six women who were having a great time and were clearly there celebrating one of the girls' birthdays. When we’d finished our food one of them asked me to take a couple of photos of them and this was my ‘in'. I asked them what they were doing, where they were from etc… they told me they were from the south west of England about 150 miles away and they were here for the weekend celebrating one of the girls’ 30th birthday. They asked where was good to go and we chatted to them about what they wanted/liked and suggested a few places they should visit and then Tim offered us up as tour guides for the night and they agreed.

The Girl all the Bad Guys want (m/f)

I'd been hearing about a woman called Amy who wouldn't let any of my friends anywhere near her. I was told all kinds of things about her – how self important she was, how much she talked about herself, how much she thought of herself. They set her up as unconquerable.

That suited me. I wasn't going to try my luck. In that group of friends, I was the physically imposing one they hid behind when a night's drinking turned argumentative. I'm tall, hairy and while not especially muscular or well built, people don't want to make me angry. I'm not a looker, either.

I came back to my home town after working away for a while and met Amy, and her housemate Paul, on my first night back in the pub. Amy was a blonde and blue eyed swimmer from Up North. She was average height, entirely flat chested, slightly clumsy and she laughed easily. I asked her lots of questions, she answered them, we had a bit of a giggle. She mentioned her boyfriend several times, which solved at least one mystery.

I just wanted to hang out with someone, honest. [M20/F22]

Getting sick of all these fake ass stories with 8 inch dicks that "aren't that big". Shut the fuck up you erotic fiction mother fucker and listen up to a real story with all the shitty parts.

It was December 2013, I had broken with my girlfriend of 3 years only a month prior and was feeling extremely lonely. I've always been kind of a mushy guy, and there was this girl, Lynn, whom I'd had a huge crush on ever since I met her when I was 17.

With a whiskey bottle in hand I sent her a message on Facebook:

"Lynn, this is going to come off as strange but frankly I couldn't care less. I've had a huge crush on you for years, and I was wondering if you'd like to hang out at my place and share a few drinks over some friendly conversation." I swear to god I didn't want to have sex, I was just lonely and I knew she lived near by.

Weeks went by and I forgot I sent the message. I ended up hooking up with a high school friend named Miley. We both had a dry spell, we both needed it, so we fucked. Story for another time.

[F]inding a sleeping [M]an in my bed

I sigh with relief as I finally get my key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the front door to our apartment, and I step inside hurriedly, dropping my bags

unceremoniously as I close the door behind me. I kick off my shoes and hang up my coat, then stretch grandly as I finally let myself relax, another long day of work

over.

"I'm hooooome!" I call out, despite the small size of our apartment making it readily apparent that I was home alone. Intent on taking advantage of this situation, I

decide to pour myself a glass of wine and run a bath so that I can really relax and unwind.

I head into the bathroom and start the bath, then make my way into the kitchen, casually undoing the buttons of my green blouse as I do, and I let it hang open,

exposing my smooth stomach and my simple black bra. Pouring myself a glass of wine, I pad back across the apartment, checking on the tub and shutting off the water,

Update: Sister in-law trouble.

You can check my post history for the background info on this.

Shortly after I posted yesterday I decided to hop in the shower. I told myself it was to clear my head, subconsciously I think it was hoping Sue would come home during and find me there. She didn't. I got out, threw on so relaxing clothes and took it as a sign I need to talk to Sue about what's going. I paced and wandered around the house waiting to hear Sues car and after about an hour she pulled in the driveway.

I watched her out the window sit in her car and check her phone. I panicked wondering if I should head for the door, wait in a room I know she'll be in or see if she finds me. I decided to go to her and made it as far as the landing on the stairs. I heard her come in and froze.