I'm an older guy, 36M, I've done a lot in my life, travelled a lot and been in mostly longterm relationships. This is my first Reddit post, my first online post of anything like this actually. This is a story that I have never told ANYONE. I am sharing it because I feel like as I get older, my memories are becoming a little fuzzier, and I don't want them to be lost. I have never kissed and told in my life, but I think this is a great story. I only hope that someone reads it and appreciates it, and maybe experiences something similar themselves. Then the memory will live on. This is my story of what is still the most amazing, mindblowing lovemaking of my life. I still think about it everyday, years later. I'm a white guy, and I grew up in a place that was 99.9% white. For context, the first non-white person I met was a black guy at a grad party when I was 18.. For some reason though, I was always strongly attracted to black women. I would definitely say black women are my type and I think they are all beautiful. I'm mesmerized by black women, I just find them to have such classic beauty. I had a few dates/bar encounters with black women when I was younger but nothing substantial or past 3rd base.
Category: gonewildstories
Happy [F+F]ourth of July!!!
Disclaimer: I haven't written these kinds of stories in a long time, and I've typed this on and off today at work. If anyone wants to edit it, please feel free. If not, I'll edit it little by little as I get a chance. Any and all feedback is appreciated as I do have a LOT of stories, and I want to start writing about them. ;)
Norah and I met a couple of years ago when I was in the middle of the whirlwind that it means to be a naive and inexperienced unicorn. She was the second girl I ever kissed, and I fingered her vigorously, but I can't remember if I ventured down on her or not… but I'm thinking no because since I did that on Saturday night, I have not been able to stop thinking about her delicious nectar and intoxicating flavor. I'm hooked on her essence. But let me tell you how this came to happen.
My only mff 3sum that turned into a 4sum
I was friends with this woman lets call her lisa from a video chat room , we had dammed/flirted for a long time. When i was traveling for work i we agree to meet a motel near her house.
When i pulled up she was outside smoking a cigarette, we went into the room i went down on her she sucked me off, and we were in the middle of fucking when i heard the door knock.
She jumped off to answer, it was her friend who i didn't know was coming , she came in to the room i said an awkward hello, since i was naked.
She started to get undressed, and then started sucking me off while
lisa watched and talked on the phone. After a few minutes, lisa came back over and they took turns one would suck my cock and the other licked my balls. then I fucked her friend while lisa watched.
Since this is a true sex story and not a made up porno, the girls didn't touch each other but after we were taking a break lisa called a male fwb who came to motel also.
[M]y G[F] and I started being a bit more adventurous…
So my girlfriend and I had a chat a few weeks ago. She wanted to be more open with me about what she wanted when it came to sex. She was happy with how it was, of course. But she felt really comfortable with me, and wanted to be able to walk about it more. And as we shared some of our desires, I found out she wanted me to be more dominant.
Jump to last weekend. We have had some great times since, but it hit a new level this night. We were cuddled up on the couch, watching Bob's Burgers, just hanging out after a long day. I excused myself to go to the restroom, and as I shut the door it hit me. I needed to fuck her. Guys know, this just happens. So I washed up real quick and made my way back to the living room. As I turned the corner, she was laying on the couch where I left her.
Her long legs stretch and spread every which way. For comfort, surely. But I was going to use this to my advantage. She was covered, chest up in a blanket, as you do on a lazy evening. So as I entered the room, I knelt down and caressed her long, lovely legs.
My first time getting dominated, and cumming three times in five minutes[Trans F/Cis M]
Hey, it's been forever since my last story! The main reason is that, until now, I didn't have anything new to write about. Well, no more. This is the story of the most recent time I got fucked, and my first multiple orgasm. =)
So the guy in this story, let's call him Jake, is a friend with benefits I'd only slept with once before. We were originally dating a little, but while that kinda fizzled, we realized we were extremely sexually compatible. Almost every dirty, kinky fantasy I've ever had, he wanted as well! The nasty texts flew back and forth like crazy. Our first time having sex was a little vanilla, except for some spanking and a lot of nipple biting, but the second time… Whew!
He showed up at my place, unfortunately my sister was home, because the plan was originally for me to be naked and on my knees by the door for him when he arrived. Instead, I wore some tiny gym shorts, a t-shirt, and nothing underneath. I'm a ludicrously tall(6'3") woman, a little chubby but not much, with small perky tits and a big butt. Shoulder length dark hair. And a 6.5" clit. Jake is about 6', and if he were gay he'd be considered a "bear", chubby and covered in hair. Which is my type lately!
(f/f) My wild night in Barcelona.
So I went on a trip to Spain a few weeks ago and made some great new friends. A few of which I wasn't expecting to get quite so friendly with. So we'd been traveling together for about a week at this point. It’s our last night in Barcelona and we’re going to have a really good time. We start drinking at about 9, a bit heavily because the drinks at the clubs are pretty absurdly expensive. I was about 3 cocktails in and already feeling a little drunk.
11 rolled around and our bus to take us downtown shows up. A huge group of people from our hostel was going with us down to the club.
I start dancing with my friend Samantha to this Enrique Iglesias song and it starts getting a little bit hot and heavy, she’s grinding up on me and I’m starting to get a little turned on which I’m kind of ashamed about. So we’re all dancing and drinking for hours until we gather our little group of 3 guys 5 girls up and head out on the almost completely empty and partially dark beach. We start playing silly games like never have I ever and truth or dare, I swear it’s like high school all over again.
I al[m]ost [ff]ucked my student. Part 2
Christine wasn’t in to giving those quiet blowjobs. She smacked her lips up and down my dick, slurping and spitting some more. All I could feel was one hand stroking my balls. I don’t know what she was doing with her other hand, but judging by the sounds from underneath her, she was reaching up her dress to push aside her thong and rub her clit. I didn’t know what she was doing, but I figured that’s what it must be when Jess exhaled
“Yeah, fucking suck his cock while you rub your clit you dirty whore.”
I have a ton of self-control. I can force myself to work out everyday, not spend much money, and I can generally look at women’s eyes when I speak with them. But fuck, I could have shot my load all over Christine’s chin after I heard my student, her girlfriend Jess say that. Nothing turns me on more than a confident woman with a dirty mouth. Jess must have noticed I was having some difficulty, because she told her girlfriend to slow it down.
The Champagne Club – our first experience
So last year after going to a concert and being a bit drunk, asked my fiancé if she would be willing to have sex with another man, and me, in a threesome. It had come up before that I had fantasized about watching her have sex. But it was more in the context of being able to step away and watch us have sex from outside of my body. I couldn't picture this man that she'd have sex with. It was all about watching her enjoying immense sexual pleasure. Anyway, she said yes, that she thinks she would enjoy that.
A little time goes by and I'm trying to figure out the best way about finding another man. I know I don't want it to be anybody either of us currently knows. I downloaded an ap for my phone, and joined a few swingers sites and eventually placed an ad on Craigslist. This ad got a ton of responses. But it seemed that the guys that were attractive and seemed normal were few and far between. Most conversations seemed to stall when I asked them if they were married, or committed, and if they were, if they were in an open relationship.I don't want to be a part of someone cheating. We finally found one and decided to meet him for a show, so we could hang out and get to know him a bit before we scheduled a more intimate meeting. This initial meeting went well and we invited him to our home the next week. We were in good communication and were all set, until an hour before he was supposed to be there. He flaked. We tried to get together with him another time or two, but it just didn't happen.
A [F]avour for [M]y wife
Some background: My wife and I have an open relationship. At first this was because she is bisexual and wanted to be free to see women for sex, I felt that this was one sided and we agreed that as long as we are honest with each other then we can do what we want (within rules). The main rule is that neither of us would see the same person for sex more than twice (this didn't apply to her and girls, just guys) this rule was to reduce any attachment forming. We are both comfortable with the idea of sex for fun so our relationship has stayed very solid over the years, either despite our arrangement of because of it.
A few years ago I began to get propositioned by women that we had known for several years and had reached their mid to late 30's (As I had), or more to the point they all had kids who had reached teenage years. It seems (from my perspective) that after spending their peak years looking after young kids, once the kids got to be teenagers the women found themselves with time on their hands,the ungrateful teens making them feel like they have wasted their youth and often in the passing years their husbands had become distant physically.
I al[m]ost [f]ucked my student
She bit her lip. Fingers caressing the doorway to my office, yoga pants contouring the firm muscles of her cross country legs, and a button down shirt with just one too many undone. “I know the paper was due today, but could you help me with mine?”
I invited her in. My officemate had just left for class, the same class that I should be getting off to, but I had a couple minutes. Like graduate students the world over, I teach an introductory course, have office hours for students to avoid until the last minute (or in this case, after the last minute), and genuinely enjoy helping students out one on one.