[MF] and [F] half sleeping nearby… one night stand sharing a room with her sister. Part 2

*My fingertips were circling and stroking over and around her clit, as she moved her hips against them. My other hand pulled her strap off her shoulder and her top down under her breasts. Small and cute like the rest of her, with little hard nipples. I slid my fingers into her mouth and mine, and rubbed the wetness over her breasts. Our kisses were open-mouthed, tongues sliding together now. Again, when she moaned she broke off and turned her face between the pillows, and I started doing the same…pressing my face against them, muffling my voice as her hand kept working expertly, driving me crazy.*

‘You have to keep really quiet, OK?’ she whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek and then my neck, then my shoulder. Her hand was just lightly touching and brushing my cock now, as if keeping it stiff… though there was no danger of it getting soft.

Her head slid under the covers, and she pulled them up so they were over my head too. Almost like kids on a sleepover again, in some kind of secret fort. I tugged at the bottom of her tank top. ‘Take this off.’

[MF] and [F] half sleeping nearby… one night stand sharing a room with her sister

Advance warning… it doesn’t become a sister-sister threesome. I think in real life that’d be weird! I do have a few other threesome stories but this is my first post on here, so I’ll see how it goes down.

I was in LA for a conference and while I was out with the group from work, started talking to another group, mainly female, who were in town on vacation. This was a Friday night in a nice bar, everyone was in a positive, friendly mood and saying hi to the people around them. I got into a flirty, teasing argument with a girl called Charlotte: petite, blonde, in a black dress and heels that brought her up to about 5’4 to my 6’2. She had a naughty, cheeky, cute face and an expression in her eyes that made you think she was either mocking you or inviting you to bed. Turned out it was a bit of both.

Her group drifted off as the evening wore on, including her older sister, who I’d been introduced to but hadn’t talked to much – you could tell they were closely related, though her sister Kay had more classically pretty features, rather than perky and cute, and was a good few inches taller.

[F] [Group] [Exh/Voy] Tonight, Class, We’re Covering the Basics

Oh Tinder. You generational-changing, reality blurring, mind altering little shit of an app, you. If it’s good for one thing though, you can guarantee it’ll land you with some memorable stories!

Thankfully, I’ve only spend a month of my time swiping faces left and right. It was March of this year and I was fresh out of a two year long relationship. Sexual deviant acts aside I bumped into a friend of a friend from university. A university we had attended four time zones away. Small world, hey? Naturally we decided to hang out and catch up. We quickly connected the dots and we realized that he and my ex had gone to the same high school together. A high school that was halfway around the world. Super small world, hey? The catch, however, was that due to their culture and relationship, I became immediately off limits. He wouldn’t even consider letting a hug linger for too long. Ahh well, we were both at funny points in our lives and we enjoyed each other’s company.

[meta][mf] Trying to find an old series from this sub

Hello. I was thinking about a series of posts that were on the sub a few years ago, but haven’t been able to find again. I assume they have been deleted, but it never hurts to ask.

There were a guy and a girl, both redditors, who met up multiple times for sex. The interesting part is that they both wrote about the same encounters from their own points of view. I remember it got kind of cute because it seemed like they were falling for one another. I believe one post was about them having sex in the library because the woman was a librarian. I think they sometimes attached photos or videos.

If anyone knows if these are still around somewhere, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you!

Ex-wife stories 1: Can’t believe this worked. [MF]

My ex-wife and I had a lot of problems, but none of them were in the bedroom. As best as I can remember, I’ll start with the story of how I got her to lose some inhibitions…

First, the usual descriptions. My ex is a natural redhead, who, throughout our time together, weighed about 100-110 lbs, and has B to small C cup tits and a decent ass. I’m a little heavier than average, with an average sized cock. We usually had pretty intense sex, often lasting 1-1 1/2 hours with multiple orgasms for her. Since I am both a gentleman and a pervert, my bedroom rule is if it feels good, do it. She often got nervous trying new things, but once she got over her initial nervousness, there was very little she didn’t like. One night we decided to try something different, to attempt to remove some of her inhibitions (again, apologies if I forget something or it seems out of sync, this was 3-5 years ago).

The new home 1/2 [MF]

I wrote this story for a lady friend of mine, to describe her first visit to my new home. Hence the fairly lengthy description. The erotic bit starts about a third of the way down:

I’m really looking forward to you coming to my house for the first time. Let me tell you how I envision it.

When you first make it up to Utah, I will have barely moved in, just finally closed on the home. I’m excited about it and I’m excited for you to be there, but unfortunately the house is still fairly barren. As soon as you pull up, you will instantly think the house is wonderful. Huge trees cast shade across the lawn . The tall, red brick home looking down on you, giant windows like inviting eyes. This really is a comforting, charming place.

Despite its charm, this house certainly has its problems. As you walk down the driveway to meet me in the back, you almost fall it is so rough. Bricks and cobblestones sticking up at odd angles, crooked teeth. You look down and notice the cardboard blocking the basement windows. The paint falling off the window frames. All of this you expected, but you start to see this is no fairytale home.

Unexpected Fantasy Fulfilled [MF] [Str8] [mast] [oral] [fucking]

My name is Mike. I’m 30 years old, 6’2″ and I’ve got kind of a gut going on. Short, wavy brown hair frames my rather plain face. I’m not ugly per se but I’m certainly no model. I work in a service center that specializes in aviation equipment sales and repairs. I basically take calls from users and help them any way I can; I’m essentially IT and a secretary rolled into one. I typically work standard hours but occasionally I’m assigned a graveyard shift that lasts until the wee hours of the morning. It’s rare to get a call that late but it can and does happen. Such is life I suppose.

I work with several other people but there’s one particular person I enjoy more than any other. Her name is Ann and she is my favorite person to work with. She is 35 years old but she can easily pass for 25-26. She’s not what you would call a classic beauty; she is an average height at 5’7″ and she has a slight chub but she looks great for being married and having had two children. She is semi pear shaped with full, plump breasts that I can tell would easily fit my hand and an ass that has some thickness to it but also fills her pants very nicely. The absolute best thing about her however is her smile. When she smiles it lights up the room and makes everyone around her more at ease and happier. Her laugh is infectious and I always do my best to make sure she’s laughing or smiling; it’s the only thing that makes work bearable.

[MF] The light skinned sorority pledge with the unknown motive

Her body type:
Light skinned black but closer to black with black curly island hair.
Mid C cup breasts and a larger than average cellulite butt.
Face was not so great plus she had braces.

The short story:
My memory lets me down on how exactly I met her but she was in some of my classes.

She was pledging for a sorority.

In retrospect, I think part of her hazing was she had to just allow a guy to continually have sex with her.

I eventually met her at her apartment. (She shared this with 3 other girls, I met them all first day meeting her.)

She recommends we hang out in her room and she closes the door.

She puts on a movie. We watch for a couple minutes and she snuggles up to me.

I make a move and kiss her. She claims she has a boyfriend back home but makes NO continuous fight and just allows me to kiss her.

I pull my pants down and ask if she would give me a blowjob.

She proceeds to give the WORST blowjob in my life. She clearly had never given one before.

[MF] First fuck was a ruined orgasm

Her body type:
High B cup breasts, but only average butt.
Face was girl next door nothing any guy went out of his way to hit on, probably why it was so easy.
She was tall for a girl.

The short story:
In high school, I met this girl at a football game, I played it like I was someone important around my friends but hard to get. I was popular in my high school, which you can use me as an example of a popular kid who never had sex. We only chatted for 30 minutes if that.

This was at the advent of social media such as Facebook. So she found me through mutual friends on there.

We talked daily for a month or so. (So mind you 30 minutes in person + couple hours a day for a month or so)

It was high school, so 75% of our conversations were me bluntly asking for sex. (So my game was not amazing sue me.)

My game might not have been amazing but it worked. (For this whole story she has no idea to this day she was my first, I was not her first)

Much Needed Therapy 2/2 [FMMM+] [Exhib] [Wife Cheat] [Preg] [Extreme]

**Much Needed Therapy** 2/2 (by Greer Masterson)

A noise roused me from my thoughts and I saw that she was now on her back in the middle of the alley, her feet in the air, while someone humped into her. I glanced up and down Fairmount Avenue again and, seeing no one, slowly headed towards them. It still didn’t make sense, but I was seeing her stories with greater clarity now. I hadn’t questioned before why each story seemed to be mostly the same with new additions at the end or new details every time. That first day she hadn’t been able to find him, but the next day saw him washing his clothes at the laundromat next to Bert’s. She wasn’t sure at first, because he looked clean and was wearing clothes that seemed new. She’d stood outside and waved to him and he’d stood there, blinking rapidly like he’d been concussed. She’d finally managed to talk to him and he’d put her money to good use, washing his old clothes and buying some used camping equipment at a pawn shop at the north end of the Drag. He was grateful, he’d told her, for giving him a new lease on life. She told him he could pay her back by taking her behind the laundromat. She’d said he’d asked her if she was his guardian angel or if there was a devilish trick somewhere in all of this. She’d responded by pulling up her skirt and showing him that she wore no panties. He hadn’t come as copiously as he had the day before, but he’d stretched her again and filled her up again and she’d had another intense orgasm.