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Had an amazing experience on a random chat masturbation site this morning with a beautiful, warm, and kind woman [M][F]

Having an actual tiny penis is no cakewalk, and when you are an exhibitionist, it isn’t exactly easy to find a female audience that also isn’t into humiliation play, but they do exist.

I have been camming for years, but just recently started using the random one-on-one sex focused Chatrandom.com and it is difficult enough to come across an actual woman on these sites, and even more so to be lucky enough to find one that is interested in small penises. I regret not recording our encounter because she was just amazing.

This morning, after about an hour of almost no interest from anyone, a bottomless blonde MILF with what looked to be an amazing rack behind her peach sweater blouse and a perfect trimmed bush popped up on the screen, and as she reached out to click the skip button, she hesitated and with a smile and what I assume was genuine curiosity went, “Oh, well let’s see if we can get him to grow and maybe cum for me.” Read more »

Five Years of Film School Stories: Fucking the girl I was seeing while her roommate watched. [MFF]

Well, long time reader but I finally decided to share. I went to college in one of the flyover states and then moved out to LA for graduate film school, which was quite the culture shock for a guy like me. That was five years ago. I recently moved back home for a less dramatic life, but have plenty of stories from those five years to share. So, without further ado, here we go.

First, about me. I’m white, 6′ 3″, dark hair, athletic build (I’ve been told I have a “swimmer’s body”), and have an above-average cock. I’m not the most handsome guy in the universe, but people seem to find me attractive enough, so that works for me.

Anyway, this first story is about the girl I started seeing, Rachel, and her freaky roommate, Robin. Rachel was a girl defined by her smile. It was wide and sexy and she knew exactly when to flash it to make a guy feel like a million dollars. She was tall, taller than most girls I had gotten with, at 5’11”. She had these long legs that just kept going and going, a high and plump ass, and small, perky tits. She was dark skinned with big brown eyes and shoulder length hair. A directing student, we met when I pitched her an idea I had for a short film (I was a screenwriter) and we hit things off. We both adored nerdy-ass shows that got cancelled too early and drinking too much on weeknights. Sex came easy between us. Read more »

Getting Reacquainted. Pt.1 [MF]

Rich walked through the old oak door with the big brass handles that he knew so well it was almost like walking through his own front door. The Black Rose, the vague and somewhat ominous sounding name may have had an actual meaning once but the bar had changed hands so many times that no one really knew what the name really meant. That is of course if it ever had any meaning at all. The glass in his hand nearly fell from his grasp and shattered on the scuffed up and well-worn wooden floor of the neighborhood bar that had become his regular haunt after he’d moved to the city several years before. His eyes went a little wider and his jaw sagged slightly, yet noticeably, agape. Noticeable to her at least, but of course she would notice as she was the one that caused the sudden and embarrassing slackness of his jaw.

“Richard!” she squealed “Oh my god, that can’t really be you.”

*Liz Parker*, he thought, *my first crush, my first love. How is this even happening?* His mind raced for something clever to say but his tongue was just as silky then as it was when he was a puppy love-struck twelve-year-old. That is to say, decidedly not silky. Read more »

Randomly messing around at the gym[MF]

This happened last night and I’m still in shock from it all.

I work out at this small boutique gym where they only do 1-on-1 personal training sessions. You can’t just work out there on your own. My friend owns the gym and my trainer is a high school friend that I helped get the job at this gym.

When I first went in I was a bit early and there was a girl at the reception that I’d never met before. She introduced herself and said she’d been there for a couple months but we must have just never crossed paths. When she found out that I knew everyone she made jokes about me being super popular yadda yadda. Her name was Lana. Lana was probably 19-21 years old, blonde hair, a little above average height and slim. She was wearing this sexy black dress that was modest but did have a nice rise in the front that showed some leg. She looked really good. Read more »

Help writing sex scene

I posted this elsewhere orignally but I thought it’d get a better response here.

I’m not actually sure how to describe it. And without being vague this is for a story on my account called Xanthippe and Silga’s Adventures. (Note this is more of a comedey slice of life story with some drama.)
So Xanthippe is very boisterous and loud. And she’s proud to be a lesbian for at least she likes pussy. (Cough) I was thinking that I should include a few sex scenes with her throughout the story. Most of which are either there to reflect how she’s feeling emotionaly or it’s significant to the plot.
Silga will have sex with one other woman before Xanthippe. The idea is that I want to build up their friendship/romance first before Xanthippe and Silga fall in love with each other.
And when Xanthippe and Silga do finnaly have sex I want it to be meanigful for both of them.

Edit at 4:42PM 8/24/17: Here is a sex scene I wrote: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12TprX6mfiSIjRgmews_xBrGNIPG_upHzVE-XTbdEucA/edit?usp=sharing

Outdoors Fall Fuck. [MF]

As we walked along the old dirt road I noticed the autumn trees lining it. The leaves were a mixture of orange, brown, and red. The smell was of cider, even through the smell came from old apples on the ground that have started to rot and smelled fermented. My girlfriend was wearing a wool scarf and beanie hat. Her clothes were tight fitting, but still fluffy enough to keep her warm. The blue jeans she wore framed her two cheeks like a picture, they stood out in their blue color against the brown ground.

We were hugging each other as we walked, and we came upon an old beaten wagon on the side of the dirt road. She sat on it and gave me a look to kiss her which I did. Our lips touched and our tounges started twisting at each other. I was standing between her legs, my penis was already erect but our clothes seemed like they were an impossible barrier between each other’s bodies. Read more »

[M]y first time at a stripclub

Naturally, a few months after I turned 18 I decided to check out a strip club (this was a few years ago). It was the night of New Years Day and I figured it would be a perfect night to go. I had some money, had nothing to do, and was horny. So I began to look online and found a club about a half hour away that looked like my best option.

I went and was extremely nervous as a virgin that also has anxiety. I walked up to the bouncer outside and paid 10 bucks to get in. It was a dark hallway with red lights, and my heart was racing as I went to walk up the stairs. I immediately walked over to grab a coke. Because it was a fully nude 18+ club, they didn’t serve any alcohol.

I saw a typical California looking girl up on stage. About 5’5, bleached blonde hair, slim, big fake tits, and a nice tan. I was drawn to her on a magnet, as it was the first naked woman I had seen in person. I sat down in the front row, because there were only like 4 guys in the whole club. Read more »

Shameful, Secluded Ravishment [Anal][Feminization][MM][Humliation] [xpost from a /r/dirtywritingprompts request]

I’d just turned eighteen the day before my flight crashed. Brett, the boy I crashed with, was nineteen. The flight was nearly empty and we’d been the only two in the back of the plane; it had broken free of the rest and we’d somehow glided and crashed in water. There had been a storm. It was deep wilderness. We had no idea where. We walked for seven days without finding the rest of the plane or anyone else. It seemed like we were maybe somewhere in Alaska–mountains and verdant forest stretching across what seemed like the whole world. We survived on water and very little food. On the seventh day we found the cabin. We figured it was some wealthy hunter’s cabin. The place was stocked with food, drinks, fuel, toiletries, a generator. It had pretty much everything you’d need to survive in the wilderness–except a functioning radio, any maps, or a compass. We settled into waiting it out for someone to find us in the cabin. Read more »