[MF] My friends Slutty Aunt

It’s been a little while since I posted. Life got crazy busy.

Im 33, 6’1″, in good shape with a viking hair cut and a beard. Generally well groomed and dressed.

Now that that is out of the way I had a rather interesting week around a month ago. While the story isn’t about the following lady, mentioning her is important. I’d been dating this woman “Inesa” from Lithuania and she was probably one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes upon. And she was great in the sack too. Her breasts were a small C cup but they were perky and full; her body was strong from yoga and years of swimming but she’d put on a bit of weight which really suited her. And a majority of that weight went to her bubble butt. But it was her pussy that was simply mouth watering…literally. She had a perfect pussy with big labia that wrapped around your cock when you fucked her. I was having issues with Inesa, she had been in a bad relationship before me and hadn’t managed to work through some of those issues, So there were plenty of red flags. Sufficed to say, our brief time dating was coming to an end. Unfortunately. This had put me in a rather sombre mood and I had to return to my home town for some legal stuff that had to be done face-to-face.

[FM] Teasing the builder.

Just a short one, today. A fleeting encounter. The dialogue is paraphrased.

At 25 or possibly 26 I was living in a one-bedroom flat in this charming Victorian house. There were a couple of other flats, mine was the first floor, and more spacious than a lot of the places I’ve lived in. The landlord was a guy named Alan, also more accommodating than most of the landlords I’ve met. He was good at repairs and responding when I needed something, the rent wasn’t too bad, and he actually cared about the building too. He was invested in maintaining the original building work, and had quite an ethos against cheap renovations.

Prior to this I had encountered his builder, Tom, once. I’d guess Tom was in his early 30s and ran a sustainable building initiative of the sort that Alan was extremely into. Working with old materials, lime, that sort of thing. Tom was a well spoken and educated guy, and worked in a tight t-shirt and dungarees that looked just adorable.

(29f) Blowing the Delivery guy [FM]

At the end of last year I got out of a ten year relationship and started having fun instead. A lot of fun. Until then my sex life had been boring and vanilla and my attitude was that I now had to make up for lost time! Tinder has been a godsend. And I’m not exaggerating to say I’ve basically been on two new dates every week this year.

Basically I’ve been having a good time and loving it!

And the change hasn’t gone unnoticed. My friends can see I’m happier (and hornier!) than I’ve ever been before. And they’re mostly very supportive. Some think I’ve gone too far. Others don’t think I’ve gone far enough yet and need to properly get this phase out of my system.

Which is why one of them told me about the pizza guy challenge. Order a pizza and blow the delivery guy. I told her that just sounded like a scene from a cheap porno. She said yeah but since I like hooking up with random guys this would be a fun way of generating a real randomer and was curious if I’d go through with it.

Then she ordered a pizza.

25[F] How I became a slut and cheated my boyfriend with a black guy

I used to work as a car show girl for about 5 years. So I have plenty of stories with guys. Today I’m going to talk about one of the times I got banged in one of these car events.

I and another girl were assigned to host an event near a lake. It was a BBQ and Lowriders event with lots of guys in it.

Our attire consisted of a top that was reevealing, made to put our breasts in clear view and tight and small shorts, they were more like underwear to be honest. Half of our asses were out.

Mind you that we worked for an agency that took pride for having girls with big asses. It was the jig which we host, to display our asses and another service which I found out later but I will talk about it another time. And another thing is I had a boyfriend at the time. 9 months together.

The time I [F] had sex with two guys in 12 hours

My last post, where I had sex with two guys in twenty-four hours, reminded me of the time I had sex with two guys in twelve hours.

A few years ago when I was 19, I was abroad for a few weeks when I met Antonio on Tinder. He was 28 at the time, so 9 years older—the oldest age gap I’d been with at the time. He was a muscular, taller, intelligent, Italian gentleman I was eager to meet because of his looks and his hint that he was into BDSM in his profile. I had never dabbled in BDSM but had always been interested so I was eager to meet him. It turns out his big thing is bondage, spanking, and domination. It turns out all of those kinks are also mine. I would come over frequently during my stay abroad for our sessions and they were all fantastic. Though the second to the last time, I had a pretty bad sub drop due to a lack of aftercare so the last time we saw each other, he made sure to take special care of me.

[UPDATE] The best sex i ever had [FM]

(Continuation of my first post)

He fucked me so hard in doggy style that i orgasmed all over his dick. As i am orgasming, he slows down so i don’t overstimulate with his dick. He leans over to kiss my neck and then whispers in my ear “You finished but i’m not finished yet”.

He turns me over so i am laying on my back and he puts my legs over his shoulders and starts fucking me hard again. We hold eye contact as he fucks me. His fucking gorgeous blue eyes killed me. He leans down to kiss me and slow fucks me while we intertwine tongues. I can’t focus kissing him and i moan through kisses cause his dick just feels so good.

He then gets off of me and carries me on top of him as he lies down with his back on the bed. He commands me to turn around. I turn around and as soon as i finish turning around with my ass facing his face, he pulls my ass down and forces me to sit on his face as he licks my dripping pussy. I squeal at the surprise but then they turn into loud moans. I lean down and take a mouthful of his dick. He was so big that i my mouth only reached halfway on his dick.

How I ended up in bed with my childhood friend. [mf]

Story time..
This is what happened about 2 weeks before I met my now wife…

Sooo where to even begin I have this friend we will call her Jami… We practically grew up together but lost contact for a very long time… until she re entered my life in my late 20s and everytime I was around her the sent of her drove me crazy, the way her breasts pushed the limits of what her shirt could hold back..

She was always teasing mess hard as she could, honestly I think she got off on toying with me cause she knew we were life long friends and she knew I wanted her.. skip forward a few years and she asked me to take her to get a tattoo from my guy cause she didn’t wanna go alone and I obliged, I mean how could I say no with what she had on tight ripped up jeans a tight tank top no bra. So we get there and as she’s getting tattooed she asks to hold my hand understandably so lol but as I’m sitting there she lets go and starts looking at my tattoos on my arm making sure my hand and arm are rubbing up against her nipples through her shirt as she squeezed her thighs together making sure I seen.. I kept growing more frustrated as this tattoo seemed to take forever..

Pinned down and pounded by my best friend’s ex (30f) [FM]

Is it just me, or is *discussing* sex practically the very next best thing to actually having sex? As a conversational topic it’s not only endlessly fascinating and insightful, but often tantalisingly visceral. I’m sure I can’t be alone in finding that sharing, deconstructing and reliving a sexual experience in conversation almost always becomes actively arousing?

Or perhaps I’m just a pervert.

As such, topics of sexual nature are commonplace between myself and friends. Rarely does any get together – drunken or perfectly civilised – go by without the topic turning to everyone’s recent sexploits; be it providing a running critique of a partner, sharing an anecdotal account of a spectacular failure (usually my contributions) or simply living vicariously through the second hand adventures of others.

Nothing goes unsaid. Everything is analysed and deconstructed. And a tremendously wonderful time is had by all as our respective sex lives are laid bare for analysis, comment and often gentle ribbing. Although in some cases ‘laid bare for a gentle ribbing’ very much *is* the discussion of the sex.