Truth or Dare? Ch.1 [MFF]

This is my first erotic story. This is just part one of ? Not sure how many parts to this there will be. It’s a little tame, but the future installments will be significantly less tame. Hopefully this is still entertaining though, enjoy!

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Jess flirted with girls at the bar before but this was different, she never actually picked anyone up to come home with us before. We have had discussions about the possibility of a threesome but usually that’s all it was, a discussion. We were both open to the idea but I didn’t think it would ever happen. If it did, I knew Jess would pick the girl (or guy) to bring home with us. I could pick someone up if I wanted to, but Jess had an allure to her that drew people to her. She was extremely beautiful, 5’6”, long auburn hair, and deep green eyes that I could never look away from. Her eyes were the type that seemed to stare through a person and into their soul but there was warmth and a comfort in them, which no matter what mood I was in, told me everything would be ok. She also has the most incredible body; a perfect hourglass shape, wide hips, double-d tits, and an ass that made most guys turn around as she walked by. Now I am no slouch, I’m about 6-foot, have dark black hair, a medium to athletic build, but in my opinion Jess is way out of my league.

[MF] Getting my first blowjob, after prom, and in a pool.

This got a little long scroll down to the ***** if you’re just here for the sex.

My last story seemed to strike a bit of an unintentional nerve, and that was the last thing I was going for. So let’s maybe jump back to the summer after high school graduation and see if we can all agree that high-school-summer-sex was/is just straight up the best. Also, (spoiler alert mother fuckers!) this ends with just a blowjob. But when you’re 18, sitting in a pool at 2 am, with a girl you’ve crushed on since you were 12, and that warm midwestern night air is blowing through the trees, a clumsy, awkward, and ill-conceived “just a blowjob” can be the bees fucking knees.

I grew up in a suburb of Des Moines in a highly religious family, and even though I was pretty popular, decently well liked, and alright looking, I didn’t actually have sex until I went off to college. It wasn’t that I thought Jesus cared about what I did with my dick, it’s just that I liked my parents (still do) and they kind of expected I wouldn’t have sex in high school- not that I had tons of chances.

[MF] Amber and I part 2 (long)

See first part here: [MF] My girlfriend’s little sister’s best friend

[MF] My girlfriend’s little sister’s best friend from gonewildstories

I woke up the next day feeling in a daze and still kind of drunk to sound of Sarah setting a pint of water on my bedside table and a bacon sandwich. The guilt kicked in right away. I was lucky that she was really drunk when we argued the night before and she didn’t remember too much of it or else just blew it off as a stupid fight. She sat on the edge of the bed, just looked at me and said “I hope you die all day today, I feel great.”

I said sorry for being an idiot and she said “you’re lucky I love you…” Fuck, the guilt!

I pulled the sheets off me and motioned for her to come in. She got in beside me and I pulled the covers over us and we had a cuddle and a quick nap. When we woke up, she started kissing my neck and started to slide her hand down my boxers. Worried that that there will be some evidence on my dick from the night before, I grabbed her wrist just as her hand was under the band of my boxers.

Our first swinger party [MF]

First of all, not only was this our first Lifestyle party, but it was our first opportunity to socialize outside of work related and kids related events in five years. Boy were we both rusty. We are also not swinger, just swinger-curious

Driving up into the bautiful mountains of Paradise Valley, AZ really set the mood. Our first Lifestyle event was a Mansion Party at a beautiful place with incredible views which were only enhanced by a summer monsoon that was slowly creeping in adding an impressive lightning storm to the already breath taking views. The hosts did an amazing job choosing this place. I must add, they were as impressive. A very good looking couple.

My husband was wearing some nice jeans and short. I was wearing a black one piece jump suit. It was a short suit stopping just below my thigh. If I bent over my pussy would be fully displayed as I was not wearing underwear. The front was a deep V that stopped just above my naval. The only thing keeping my tits from falling out was a string that laced from the bottom of the V and stopped in the middle of my bust line.

Welcome Home [Fm] [pegging]

*(Collaborated with a man I had an intensely hot email connection with on a couple of stories. Hope you enjoy this…)*

I’m in the shower. The water is just over the edge of being too hot. When it hits my back it leaves a sharp sting that I can’t get enough of. That heat, that slow and steady wave of pain that turns my back a bright red, it’s helping me prepare; to get in the right frame of mind. I close my eyes and prop my hands against the shower wall letting the water rain down over my back and neck.

I take a deep breath and look over at you through the steamy shower door. You’re sitting there in a chair in the bathroom, your purple cock in hand, watching me get clean and prepare myself for you. It was a long hard day at work, but you know the best way for me to unwind is to put in a little more work, just for you.

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Making the most of a tryst. (Part 1) [MF]

The Set Up

 

Coming up on a year ago, my friends and I got tickets to a massive country music festival in the middle of nowhere. It would be a three day partying shit show that happened to have some big name artists playing in the evenings at the heart of the location. Our plan was to tent camp along with ten thousand other festival goers in the summer sun. We made our plans and packed our supplies and away we went. We got in around midnight the night before the festivities began and set up camp by lights of our cars and began some drinking games.

 

[MF] Pulled into the bathroom

I had been dating/sleeping with Emily for a few weeks. We had met playing on an adult dodge ball team, and joined the team for drinks after the Thursday night games.

One week, I won the deciding match after going down 3-1. For dodge ball, it was pretty cool.

As we were sitting on the patio of the bar, Emily leaned over and said we should sneak to the bar to do shots. A quick tequila, a kiss, and her hand was rubbing my junk. Since I was only wearing gym shorts, my hardness was becoming noticeable.

Being late spring, the patio wasn’t busy, and there was a single person bathroom off the side of the bar that was unused. Emily pulled me in there and locked the door.

“We don’t have cheerleaders, so I’ll have to do the work. Does the game winner want to cum? Isn’t that what little bunnies do after the game?”

She kissed and bit my neck, and started to pull down my shorts, and stroking my cock as it popped out. She slid one hand into her panties, and came out with wet fingers. She pushed them into my mouth, telling me how wet she was for me.

He deserves it [mf] [oral]

Another long day in the books. I sit on the couch next to my husband, watching some recorded TV and just casually decompressing. I am filled with strong love, and intense desire, for my partner. I am imagining all the things he does to make me cum, every time he gets the chance. His cock built perfectly for my pussy, his tongue plunging inside me, his fingers stroking my skin and caressing my breasts. I am warm and wet thinking about it. If he glanced at me I’m sure he would see my flush and know what is going through my head. He pleases me so well because he knows me so well.

He knows my exhibitionist streak. That’s why he gives my kik name out on Reddit, so strangers will show me how they get hard for me, and will tell me what they’ll do to me if they get me alone. He knows dirty chat keeps me wet all day while we’re apart. He likes when I tell him which stories turned me on the most. But right now, I don’t want our fucking to be about my pleasure. He always makes sure I cum first and most often. I am going to give back this time.

Izzy and Bea: An introduction [FF][oral][sensual][dirty-talk]

This is my first go at publicly sharing one of my stories…. This particular one is from a series of short stories I’ve been writing about the main characters, Isabella and Brook. This is story is written from Brook’s perspective… Hope you all enjoy! Any feedback is much appreciated!

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I woke up in the middle of the night after a vivid dream and couldn’t get back to sleep. I tried reading my book and admired Isabella as she slept, the sheets half covering her naked body. I felt like the luckiest woman alive to be able to call Izzy my fiancée, her long red hear, blue eyes, and sexy Australian accent made my heart melt. As I drifted back to sleep, I reminisced on the first time I met her. We were on the local beach, our dogs started to play together. We made casual conversation; while I tried my best to not obviously ogle her perfect 5’6 110lb frame in her nearly absent bikini.

Izzy and Bea: An introduction [FF][Les][oral][sensual][dirty-talk]

This is my first go at publicly sharing one of my stories…. This particular one is from a series of short stories I’ve been writing about the main characters, Isabella and Brook. This story is written from Brook’s perspective… Hope you all enjoy! Any feedback is much appreciated!

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I woke up in the middle of the night after a vivid dream and couldn’t get back to sleep. I tried reading my book and admired Isabella as she slept, the sheets half covering her naked body. I felt like the luckiest woman alive to be able to call Izzy my fiancée, her long red hear, blue eyes, and sexy Australian accent made my heart melt. As I drifted back to sleep, I reminisced on the first time I met her. We were on the local beach, our dogs started to play together. We made casual conversation; while I tried my best to not obviously ogle her perfect 5’6 110lb frame in her nearly absent bikini.