[m/f] She said ‘I want you to fuck my face’

I got into a huge fight with my girlfriend, got kicked out, and drove to a motel. I sent a text to a friend asking if they were renting a room in their house. I got in line at hotel reception. They asked me to fill out a form, which included my car license plate number. I was filling out the form when she responded.

I asked if I could stop by and chat. It was about 9pm. She said she could talk a little while so I drove over. It was dark outside but not too cold. She lead me to her yard were we sat on some lawn furniture and she offered me some wine.

She wasn't offering any room to stay the night and I had to work the next day so I decided to pass on the wine. She didn't even let me in her house, because she didn't want us to wake her daughter up. Gina was a single mom. A tall blonde I'd known since high school.

Ask we talked about my breakup, we started sitting closer and closer to each other. She started giving me comforting pats and shoulder rubs until pretty soon we were holding each other. It wasn't long until we escalated to kissing.

[MMF] – I cuckolded my boyfriend and it got way too crazy (in a good way)

Sorry in advance if anything I'm doing here is wrong. I've never really posted before or anything. Anyway I just had the craziest experience of my life this weekend, and I really need to just type it all out. So I'll start with some background information first.

I've been dating my boyfriend for almost 3 years now, and we're both at the same school. I'm Sam (22) and he's Jason (23). We're both quiet, introverted people. I'm usually known as the goodie-goodie and innocent girl by my friend group. If you want to know what we look like or any other details you can message me.

Jason and I are always honest with each other, and we know what we both like and dislike. I'm a pretty plain girl when it comes to kinks, nothing really out of the ordinary. Jason on the other hand loves cuckolding and even fantasizes about being cheated on. I'm not sure why he loves these kinks so much, but I've gotten used to it over time and fully accept it all. I've even been in an open relationship with him for a few weeks while we were dating. I only flirted with a couple of guys, danced a little, and I did eventually make out with one, but that's as far as it went. Jason loved it and it was unbelievable how horny it made him. I had a lot of fun too, and always enjoy turning my boyfriend on. I talk to him sometimes too when were having sex and pretend I'm with another guy, and degrade Jason. So needless to say cuckolding is definitely his number one kink.

The first time he spanked me [M/F]

Two months ago, I had asked one of my partners if he had any experience with kink. Surprisingly, he said no. Today, upon stepping into his house, he closed the door behind me, and immediately shoved me up against it, kissing my lips, and then my neck. "I've missed you."

He lead me up to his room, where I dropped my things and he immediately had me up against the wall, wrists pinned above my head, such that I was almost on my toes. It was like every erotic story I had ever wished I was in, and afterward, I found myself wondering if he'd seen my tumblr or reddit posts and used them as reference. Between kisses, he removed my shirt and bra, keeping my wrists pinned with one hand and caressing my breasts and hips with the other. He moved down to suck and lick my nipples, leaving bite marks down the curve of my breasts. His free hand now sat on one of my hips, further pinning me to the wall as I arched forward into him.

Halloween its a good excuse for a good fuck [m/f]

Every halloween, my wife and me always remember that first Halloween we spent together, and always end up in some kinky sex (this years was pretty hot, will post later).

It was 2010, and we just recently started to have sex. It was our first Halloween together and we decided to go as vampires. Me, common Dracula attire with all and the cape, while my wife (then girlfriend, btw) decided more of a booberella attire, but adding also a cape.

We where at her house, getting ready, applying make up and stuff. We agreed to meet some friends on one of the park where most people dressed attend to and party on my hometown. By the time we got ready, we still had a hour before the accorded time, so we just sat on her living room, watching some tv.

The cut on her skirt gave a pretty sexy view of her legs, I couldn't help it and started rubbing her legs, giving little strokes to her inner thighs, started to kiss and bite her neck, trying to get into character, all while moving closer and closer to her pussy.

[First Time] 28M. Receiving anal [m/m]

I am now a 28M and this happened when I was a bit younger. Sorry for the wall of text.

I was staying at my friends house and we had had laid down on the floor getting ready for bed. After laying there for about a half hour in the dark I felt my friends hand come to rest on my waist. It slowly made its way down to my dick. He started rubbing it which made me really hard. He must have taken this as a sign to continue on. His hand made its way back up to my waist band. He started to pull my shorts down until they were around my knees.

He then reached around and started jacking my dick which felt great. I could then feel the hard and warmness of his dick working it's way between my ass cheeks looking for the right spot. Once he found it he started to push a little harder and I relaxed and he slid in. Not sure what was used for lube but it worked.

An unexpected bonus to an already great night. (m/f)

I had just returned from a pretty solid party with my roommate Dave and was just fixing myself a drink when Dave got a text.

"Hey, Amy and Kylie are going to come over after they leave the bar, if thats cool", Dave said to me.

Amy was Dave's girlfriend, and her friend Kylie has caught my eye a week earlier at a Halloween party. About 5'6", dirty blond hair, B cup breasts and a tight, round ass. She had been my personal mission for the night on that occasion, but my plans were waylaid by overconsumption of alcohol. Tonight, significantly more sober and still very much interested, I was going to get another chance.

After playing some board games and drinking, it was well past 3 am and I still wasnt interested in going to bed. Dave and Amy turned in for the night, and Kylie joined me on the couch to watch a movie. Eventually I told her I was going to head to bed, and thats when she stopped me in my tracks by saying "can I come with you?".

Losing my virginity, boyfriends and the wondering eyes! (Taken from my blog, confessions of a sexaholic)

Well hello again. Still getting use to this bloggin. Opened up a twitter account to share my blog. It seems to be going well and I’m getting a few views already so thank you for that.

It will be getting much raunchier once I pass the 16 mark and I will be writing about my experiences in detail so you get a full experience of how the mind of a sex addict really works.

Ok so I will go from where I left off. So, as you have already read I was very highly sex driven at a young age and by the time I was 15, I was just full of fantasies.

Some where dangerous though. I remember going to a Christmas party for work and it was the first time I had met my boss. He wasn’t anything special but the fact that it was my boss was a big turn on for me even though he was 40+ (this boss obsession carried on throughout my life which you will see in later posts). I remember he was chatting up one of the other young girls (which was a bit creepy as she was only 16) and I just looked on with jealousy. Then my fantasy mind kicked in and all I thought about for the rest of the night was him taking me up to his hotel room, tying me up in the bed and doing whatever he wanted to me. I spent the entire night staring at him after that,although he never noticed.

Last night – ex encounter!! [m/f] (This actually happened on friday night. I´ve just taken it from my blog!!!!!!

Ok, so I will be disrupting the running order of my story when something significant happens so I can keep you all updated with my sexual activity while I write this blog.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes I haven’t had a chance to check this posts. I am also dyslexic so go easy on me.

Sex addiction is a constant battle and mixed with some alcahol, one that I always tend to lose.

Ok, so I’m home alone, it’s a friday night and I’m feeling a little bored. I head to the shop and grab some wine, beer and cigarettes.

I open my first beer at 6pm, this isn’t a good time to start drinking.

Most nights I am constantly bombarded with text messages. I am currently seeing several men at once and get a thrill from being wanted (you will see how this progresses throughout my posts).

Beep beep, beep beep it’s a text from Sean. He’s my fuck buddy and currently on holiday and seems to think he’s the only man in my life.

The Big Admission – Sex Addiction (Taken from my blog, confessions of a sexaholic)

Well hello world. This is my first Blog. I have no idea how it works so I will wing it for now and learn as I go along.

First off let me introduce myself (although I am staying somewhat anonymous due to the nature of my stories) I would like to give you a little insight in to my world before I corrupt you all with my confessions (Names and locations will be changed but the content of the stories are 100% true).

My name is Donna and I am a Sexaholic. This has only come to light recently (at the tender age of 32) due to me finally realising I'm not just your average slut. I have seeked out help for this addiction (a sex therapist) but have yet to go to any sessions so I'd thought it best that I write about my 'experiences' before I am possibly cured.

So…let's begin.

Oral sex in the camp office [m/f]

Emily was my first college fling. She was a gorgeous brunette, with green eyes, handful sized tits and what an ass. We "dated" through Spring semester. We had a lot of firsts together, and did pretty much everything but PIV or anal sex. We mutually agreed to cut things off at the end of the school year.

I was working at a summer camp in the mountains that summer, as a photographer. There was no cell reception or WiFi at camp, so communication with the outside world was limited.

Even though we did have Internet, Emily would write me letters. She loved having an excuse to use paper mail. I wrote her back and so we stayed in touch. A few weeks into the summer Emily told me she would come up to visit. She had a few other friends on staff.

On the day Emily was supposed to arrive I was crazy busy and lost track of time. When I saw her I was caught completely off guard. She was wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts. To lost people, it didn't show off her toned swimmers body. But I knew exactly what was under the thin layers of fabric and I knew I wanted her badly.