It was ten years ago. I placed the ad on Craigslist. This was back when they still had the personals section. I placed an ad looking for a date the night before my birthday. I was looking specially for an out of town married men who could be closeted bi/gay. And that was how I might Billy. I was living in Chicago at the time. Billy was in town for two months. At 52, he was a retired army general and later became a civilian private contractor. He was married for over 25 years and have two grown daughters. He open to,the idea of meeting a young bisexual Asian male, looking for a married man to celebrate my birthday after the stroke of midnight. We exchanged lots emails, a few pics and quickly spoke on the phone. He had a soft comforting voice over the phone. We agreed to meet at his hotel room first and later head to our dinner reservation.
Category: sexystories
True story: learning how to masturbate with a friend
I can’t remember how old I was so I won’t even speculate on my age at the time. My sister’s friend Gwen was spending the night at our house. She came to my room in the middle of the night and asked if she could lay in bed with me. Ok, why not…So we’re laying there, talking about normal girl stuff, and she asks me if I’ve ever touched myself. She was two years older than me and I was clueless so I asked for what she meant. She showed me how to touch myself to get myself off. As we lay next to each other on my tiny twin bed, she talked me through rubbing my clit, getting wet, making myself cum. It was incredible. We lay there for a very long time, each of us masturbating ourselves. We never touched each other, but it was still an incredible experience. We never talked about it again after that night.
Valerie [F] [BDSM] [exh] [mast] [sm]
[Note: The main character is based off of a real person I met at a kinkster munch once! However, everything in this story is OC and fictional, including the name. I’ve only written this so far, but I’d like to gauge interest before writing more. Let me know what you think!]
Valerie clutched her stomach as it gave a deep rumble. She sighed and looked up and around from her old, bulky laptop in vain, knowing she was once again out of ramen. She didn’t think she could stomach another bowl of the salty, squishy noodles anyway. Her body really needed something substantial, but her thin budget—recently raped from paying for the upcoming semester’s tuition and rent for her shitty couch space—considerably limited her options. She sank back into the frayed green couch and hoped the hunger pangs would subside.
About half of the time, they would go away if she could distract herself well enough, either by watching a movie or finding something interesting to research on the net. What always worked, however, was finding some other, stronger physical stimulation.
The Handyman [MF]
“Damn it! Of all the days for my furnace to break, why does it have to be today?” Delila Preston groaned as she paced restlessly.
She muttered more curses under her breath, hugging her shoulders to protect herself from the harsh winter cold. Looking outside, her windows covered in ice from the latest winter storm that passed through last night, she saw no relief in the dreary overcast. All she could do was put on her thickest pair of sweatpants, her only clean T-shirt, and a hoodie over top of it. She tried to keep moving, but that wasn’t easy in her undersized apartment. She needed real, tangible warmth and she needed it soon.
That need went beyond the weather. It wasn’t unreasonable to say that her life, as a whole, was as broken as her heater. Eight months ago, everything had been perfectly functional. Delila was engaged to her high-school sweetheart, she had a good job at marketing firm, and she lived in a comfortable home not far from her childhood neighborhood.
Crash for the night Part II [MM]
I was still lying on my bed, naked, satisfied and confused. Many thoughts running through my head. It took a few seconds for the daze from cumming to pass and the reality to sink in. I was looking at Sean, my college friend,
kneeling on my bed,
naked,
erect,
anticipating,
my cum mixed with his spit dripping down his cock and on my bed sheets.
“I am waiting, bitch!” he said loudly, but as soon as he said it he felt somewhat embarrassed. “You ok? You don’t really have to, if you don’t want to. I was just joking.” He said nervously.At that moment, kindness had crept back into his eyes. The raw sexual desire he had, subsided and in its place, I saw concern. This look in his eyes brought me back to Earth. It brought me back to the bedroom.I started to smile. He saw my smile and started to smile back.
Crash for the night Part I [MM]
A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.
The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors.
PISS FETISH, A TEXT MESSAGE CONVERSATION [mf] [piss]
David: Text me whenever you want. Sometimes I forget to open the Bumble app. ###-###-####
Emily: Got it.
Emily: Hey, it’s Emily from Bumble!
David: Oh heeey.
Emily: Heeeey.
David: Buzz buzz.
Emily: LOL. How’s your day?
David: So far, so good. You?
Emily: Great.
David: So your bio says you loved Black Mirror. Me too. Fav episode?
Emily: Umm, the one where people could rewind their days. Sad.
David: Really sad. I think I’d use that technology to rewind meals I’d eaten. Mmm, I forgot about that alfredo.
Emily: LOL. Is that ALL you’d use that technology for?
David: …
Emily: lol, a gentleman does not kiss and tell?
David: Exactly.
Emily: Ok, ok. I appreciate that. What’s the best meal you ever had?
David: French Laundry. Thomas Keller. I was in California for a few weeks a few years ago and made a point to get a reservation there. Best meal of my life. You?
Emily: Food truck in NYC ;)
David: Hah. I don’t dislike the food truck scene.
DREAM THREESOME [Mff] [oral] [rimjob] [squirt] [piss] [facefuck] [creampie] [mast] [creampie eating]
The best thing about being in your mid-30s and not wanting to get married or have children is the freedom to date around. Of course since I’m 34, and most women ages from 28-38 are on the marriage and babies bandwagon, I tend to date either slightly older or slightly younger women.
Everything was going just fine. There’s no need to be deceptive on dating profiles anymore. I guess guys used to feel they had to say all the right things to get laid and then after magical date #3, they’d disappear. Nowadays, women are just as up front about their wants and needs. So, when I see a cute girl who says she wants something serious, I swipe left. There are plenty of other options.
Over the course of nine months, I fucked, on average, three different women a month. Some were more daring than others, some were pretty PG, but for the most part, nothing too wild happened until Sarah showed up.
The voyeur and the daughter pt. 1 [FF] [Masturbation] [Undressing] [Age gaps]
I had to work away from home a while ago and I couldn’t find a hotel with space. I called an old friend – Mary and her husband – who I hadn’t seen for a long time. They said I could have their spare room.
Their house was a large detached place a short drive from where the job was, and they welcomed me as if it hadn’t been a decade since I had last visited. They were wealthy, comfortable – she in cashmere and silk, he in Levi’s and a white shirt.
We ate in a tastefully lit kitchen, all deep reds and creams. We were just having another glass of wine when I heard the door open and close.
It was Suzi, their daughter.
I blushed, I must have. Only the half-dark saved me. I was married. I had never been with a woman before. But my god. My God. She was beautiful. She was slender and wore tight black jeans and white sneakers. She wore a check shirt that she shrugged off to reveal a ripped t-shirt over mere scraps of a tiny lace bra. Her face was heart shaped and her Sharpie-black short hair was held in a tight bun by a chopstick.
One Random Day on the Grind (prologue) [MF][DDlg]
It was close to 12:30 am when I finally settled down to sleep, my hand slowly slipping into my basketball shorts to caress my cock as I contemplated the day that had just transpired. She started out immaculately dressed in an asymmetrical dress that highlighted her compact but curvaceous figure and black leather high heeled boots to give her frame a bit more height. Simple 9-to-5 makeup that was obvious enough to please me and expertly applied in order to be discreet to almost anyone else. There were no words necessary when she entered my apartment with the key I made for her.
It was exactly 7am, so I expected her as I sat on my sofa reading through the morning emails on my tablet. I didn’t move my head, but my eyes scanned her body as she presented herself, all sixty-one inches of her, plus three inches of spiked heels for good measure.
“Good Morning, Daddy.” She said, presenting herself as I instructed her.
“Good Morning, Kitten” I replied, placing my tablet on the coffee table next to her still closed company issued laptop, which lived on my coffee table.