Better Days Haven’t Came Since The Day I (M) Reconnected with My Ex-Girlfriend (F)

Circa 2007 I dated a gal during High School that was simply infatuated with me. Her eyes looked at me like a novel, reading into my judgments and actions as if trying to learn my true existence. By no means were we hippies, though she was a dreamer and I was a realist, we were almost perfect for each other. It wasn't long till we hit third base.

I'd walk her home through narrow alley ways, away from shrewd eyes. Only there did we have any amount of privacy a teenager could have in plain light. We'd sit behind a chain fence with our backs to a garage looking towards the alley way in our school uniforms. When we knew we were alone, she'd sit on my lap, her legs bent at the knees, her skirt barely hiding her baby blue panties. I'd gain the courage to graze my fingers across her slit as we kissed in lust. The more I touched her, the wetter her panties became. There was the occasional person who would walk by, and/or car, though they wouldn't every say a word, just notice us a keep going…it made the moment even more suspenseful.

Personal alarm clock (MF)

I had a next door neighbor I was friends with. He and a friend were leaving for a trip in the morning and we had all stayed up drinking all night. I was tasked with making sure they were up in the morning in time for the trip. About an hour before they had to depart I went next door and let myself in. His friend was sleeping on the couch while my neighbor was up in his room. I first go to the friend (I had known the friend for years) and wake him up by lightly putting my hand on his arm and saying his name. He woke up immediately with a big smile on his face. He grabbed my hand with his and brought it down to his hard on. I was surprised at first, but totally fine with what was going on. We had played a time or two in the past.

The Belt…. (MF)

This is a story from the very beginning of my freedom. This was before I knew there was such things in life like BDSM, or wild sex. I was still pretty innocent.

We has been messing around for a few weeks and our time was coming to an end shortly. We were both moving in the next few weeks, to different parts of the country. We had been spending most of our free time together, having sex. We weren’t getting much sleep at this point but we were young and it was worth it!

One night after fooling around we fall asleep together on the floor (we never made it to the bed) next to the bed. I have no idea how long we’d been asleep. I just know I woke up and I was already on my hands and knees being fucked from behind. I swear I had been asleep until that very second. Due to this I felt like I was dreaming. It was an amazing feeling. Every part of my body was into that moment, what was happening to me. I had never tried a drug before but I know this is what a high had to be like. In reality but not in reality. All I know is all I could do was feel, I felt everything. Every tingle, every heartbeat pulse through my body.

Valentines Threesome… (FMF)

I was away on a local business trip one week when a girlfriend of mine happened to be visiting the same city at the same time. We decided to meet up for a drink and hang out at the hotel for a few hours. She came over and we sat around, catching up on old times. We decided to go down to the hotel lobby and have a few drinks.

The place was pretty dead and we were looking for some excitement. She decided to call a friend and see if he’d like to come hang out for a while. Of course he came right over. We all sat around chit chatting and having a few drinks. After a while we decided to move the drinks up into the room.

Losing a hockey bet…..

I lost a bet on a hockey game with a lover I had at the time. The pay up was rough anal sex. Because we bet on the game in advance, I was reading erotica about anal sex and getting myself all worked up a few days in advance. When I lost the best I was more than ready to pay up.

We rushed home from watching the game at a local sports bar and I was shoved directly into the bedroom. I didn’t even get to the bed before he had my pants down around my ankles. I was just able to lean over, grab the edge of the bed, and spread my legs before he was spitting on his dick and sliding it into my pussy. Normally I’d cringe at the whole spitting thing. I will have to admit, there is a time and a place for that kind of dirty sex. I was wet and ready (okay, when am I not). I’d been thinking about this all night as my team let one goal after another slip by. I’d spent days thinking about the scenario that I might have to pay up. I was so ready.

Watching friends

My regular partner was out of town for a few weeks and I was starting to get restless. I was out to lunch with a girlfriend of mine and complaining about my lack of inspiration for masturbating at the moment. We chit chatted about this for a while and then moved on to other topics in life.

That night when I was home I got a text from that girlfriend. She had a talk with her husband and they wanted to know if I wanted to come over and watch with the offer to participate if I wanted to. I readily agreed. I found the both of them sexy and had often wondered what their sex life was like. Now while I know they offered for me to participate I did decline that. At the time I was in a committed relationship of sorts and second, I didn’t believe in mixing sex with friendship. In my mind, this wasn’t crossing any lines, me watching live porn. I mean what’s the difference between this and men going to a strip club. Okay I’m done justifying myself ;)

[F/F] maybe the most insane situation of my life, could use some advice

I tried to stick to the facts but I got super turned on writing this. I actually didn't mean to write erotica but here it is. Originally I was going to post this on one of the advice subs, but I think now it might be inappropriate. Maybe I will cross post there later.

Aaron is one of my best friends. He's been dating Beth for about two years, and they now live together. I never had any strong feelings about Beth one way or the other except that she seemed kind of uptight. She's always been a little cold towards me, but I did my best to be friendly and inclusive towards her. I've always encouraged Aaron to bring Beth along when we hang out, etc. I figured if he liked her so much she must be all right.

I went over to their place the other day to drop off something Aaron needed for an event we're planning together. He wasn't there but Beth was. We were standing in their living room and I was trying to make a little small talk, not just drop it off and go. But she seemed colder than usual and even kind of angry so I asked her if something was wrong.

My first step in my transformation from prude to wild child…

This story will be going back to the beginning of my wild days. I had a girlfriend that I had opened up to. I let her know that I enjoyed watching porn and had always wanted to watch another couple having sex (in person), like live porn. Because of this conversation it got the ball rolling for my first voyeur experience. At the time we were both in relationships and were trying to be “good” while separated from our partners due to work.

After a few weeks of working and just hanging out at the apartment we were getting horny and lonely. We talked it over and thought, maybe we could find a guy willing to masturbate in front of us but no touching or anything else. Just literally have some random guy come home with us and masturbate for us and then leave. I knew how horny I was and that men were supposed to be much hornier than woman. I knew how far I’d go for some sex and thought we could easily find some guy willing to do this (this was before we got into the whole internet stuff).

How I (21) met, showered with and came inside this perfect lady (32) in France [M/F]

When I was 21 years old, I decided to take a few months of my life to travel around in Europe. This story is about a french lady I met in my journey who blew my mind and has definetely inspired me to go back to France.

I already had a few hard weeks in The northern parts of France were I partly slept in the woods and partly slept on the beaches, so I decided upon a week of relaxation and soft grass on some sort of camping. I found one that exactly satisfied my needs. The swimming pool was the most amazing feature, mostly because that was where I met her.

She was somewhere in het thirties (she later told me she was 32 years old) and from the moment she entered the swimming area, she caught my attention. She wore a bright red swimming suit that could just hold her perfect breasts, her dark brown hair was lying softly on her shoulders and her legs looked so shiny in the summer sun of France.

Another installment of the The Man I’ll Never Have. [m+f]

I never used to care what I wore to the office. I wasn’t the dress or skirt type of woman, no matter how many compliments or lingering looks I received when wearing one. Dressing up for work meant a sharp pair of black slacks and “Come fuck me” pumps that were at least half hidden beneath them and matching bra and panties. Sophisticated, yet sexy. I started wearing skirts and dresses as a matter of practicality. It gets hot down here and I needed to be up and walking around, impressing potential employees and business partners.

My former boss would openly compliment me on the more sexy numbers. I knew his wife and that his marriage was bliss, so I laughed and blushed and accepted the compliments. He was a wonderful man, and I felt safe around him, even if he was being a bit lecherous. Another boss within this branch of the company told me I needed to use my assets. She took me shopping and bought anything I showed an interest in. I could not believe my luck, as I was used to hunting through clearance racks and turning down a $10 pair of jeans as “too expensive.” Here she was, buying me hundreds of dollars in nice clothing. I felt powerful in these clothes. I knew that wearing them made men, and some women, turn their head.