Confessions of a college teacher, Story 1: A Tale of Two Clities [MFF]

You are a disgusting piece of shit, and we’re going to get along famously. But first you need to calm down, shut up and put it away – at least for a minute. Stop clicking between tabs because you’re too much of a lazy slob to read my story. Have some fucking respect.

Pay attention to me, because *that* makes me wet.

I once heard it said that everyone has a book in them, but in most cases that’s where it should stay. For me that’s certainly true, for the simple reason that the book I want to write is not exactly of the wholesome sort. I’ve been teaching college in California for fourteen years and, no, I’m not going to be more specific than that; if the journal I’ve been keeping all of these years got into the wrong hands, or my cover was blown by you, my career would be over.

On Friday my husband of eight years found my journal and, well, that’s not exactly what we’re here to talk about so I won’t bore you with the details. Except to say that if the self-appointed chief, commandant, liege lord wants to resign his position then you won’t hear me complaining. Read more »

A cuddle is the perfect cure to a bad day [MF]

I could tell you were having an off day as soon as I walked through the door. All the lights in the apartment were off, no sounds, no smells (I thought you were planning to bake today). I check the couch and the bathroom before discovering you curled up with Rosie in our bed. I call to her and she crawls out from under your arm, stretches, and walks over to me. I scratch her behind her ears before shrugging off my work clothes and climbing into bed and under the blankets behind you. You lift your head slightly as I maneuver my left arm under your neck and wrap my right arm around your chest just below your breasts. Your skin is warm, and I wonder if you’re not feeling well or if the increase in temperature is due to your hibernation in your blanket cave. As I settle in, I naturally match my breathing to yours and our chests rises and fall in harmony. I reach up with my right hand and run my fingers through your hair, and you grab my left hard as it protrudes from under the pillow and rest your cheek on my palm. Your inhale deeply through your nose taking in my scent and I sense some of the tension leave your body. Read more »

Maria Makes Do [F] [Solo] [Insertion]

Maria sighed as she carried the basket of clothes into the laundry room, the tile cold against her bare feet. She had planned to be getting laid by her husband, Miguel,  right now rather than washing clothes. Unfortunately he had called to say he would be home late and for Maria not to wait up. She was trying not to be upset, it wasn’t his fault after all. He couldn’t have known that she had laid out a dozen candles in their bedroom and bathroom. He didn’t know she was wearing a brand new set of underwear; A red bra adorned with small white polka dots that pushed her B cup breasts up perfectly, along with matching sheer panties. He had no idea that she had been lightly teasing herself for hours, waiting excitedly to surprise him. With a huff, Maria threw the basket onto the dryer and opened the washer. She loaded up the clothes with short agitated movements, stopping once to absent-mindedly pull the crotch of her panties away from her sticky-wet slit. Once everything had been loaded, she started the washer just as her phone dinged. She picked it up from the dryer and hopped up to sit on the washer as it filled with water. Her eyes swept over the screen at the text from Miguel: Read more »

33 [m] update 3. A shocker.

So after much disappointment in trying to find a mmf, or anyone for that matter, I decided to talk to my wife about it. I started real slow with questions. I asked her what she thought about mmf or the idea of me with someone else. She’s been entertaining the idea but she’s not entirely on board yet. I went for the throat. I told her everything. I told her about the pictures, the conversations, all the effort I had been putting into trying to find another couple. She suspected such and asked if i would keep her in the loop and not do anything without her knowing. I told her i totally would. She seems interesting in watching though.

That time i met Amy, the facefucking MILF of Montreal. [MF] [shower sex] [MILF]

When I was growing up, I lived beside a Ms. Loris Bachman, a stay at home mother of 2. She was the definitive embodiment of a MILF. Red vivid hair to her waist, legs for miles, an ass as big as her tits. It was like finding Jessica rabbit had settled down in your neighborhood, had two kids and you would see her at PTA meetings or community events offer cookies and a smile. I remember fondly of seeing her reading poetry out loud on her back porch at her book clubs, drinking English breakfast tea. Every so often I was awake early and i would see her come home from her morning run in her tight Lycra running shorts and low cut running top, pale skin glistening with morning sweat. Soft spoken but with a mother’s firmness, she would tenderly dote on you one moment and whip your ass when you got out of line the next. She would wear these very conservative but skin tight clothes that could not hide a body made for sin. 

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Leading up to Round Two with the Yuppie Couple [MFM]

“The following story is true. Out of respect for the fucked, names have been changed. The rest has been told exactly as it occurred.”

**Some setup**
I’d posted in sluttyconfessions about an upcoming round two with a Redditor couple, with a twist. That’s what this follow-up is about. The couple is the same from an earlier post. As stated, and should go without saying, their names have been changed. They deleted their throwaway account after getting barraged with messages; obviously I’m going to help protect their anonymity.

About me: 28, 6-ft, 195 lbs (and falling, thanks gym); blue-green eyes, brown hair, stubble. I write professionally, but my job doesn’t afford much luxury in what I write. For that reason, I tend to ramble when I’m on Reddit. I don’t have an editor hovering over me, so I take advantage.

What I’m into? Glad you asked. Trusting, communicative, passionate sex. Rough sex. Oral, toys, kissing, facefucking, DP, anal, permission, denial, body worship, sharing a girl with friends. Blindfolds, binds, spanking, shoving my fingers in her mouth while fucking. A lot more. Basically, all the hits. Read more »

[M]e and mine having unexpected [f]un

So me (6-4 245 former athlete) and mine (5-4 DON’T ASK..impolite to ask a woman what they weigh..shes tight and tiny ight…former stripper) had our first kid over a year ago. And we haven’t lost the spark. Here’s a story of ONE time this weekend of randomness.

The kiddo keeps me up through the day and she sleeps so night time I’m resting up. She stays awake in case he needs something. She’s always been a bit of a night owl anyway. A bit of backstory – known her 15 years. Let her and her bf crash at my place for a couple days when they were in town (she fucked me while I was sleeping – another time peeps) and always kept in touch after. Got together a couple years ago and have fucked like rabbits since. One week was a good 40 times. Any time she had something hot on…we fucked. Anyway I’m laying in our bed sleeping on my side when I hear her come in. Accidently kneeing me in the gut i roll onto my back. Shes on my stomach looking cute. Shes in one of my t-shirts and a pair of pink panties. I’m just in my sweats..no boxers. After I catch my breath I ask her “what’s up?” “Well he’s sleeping so I thought I’d put my pussy in your face.” “What?” “My pussy….your face.” She moves closer to me and lays back in front of me. I lift her up..slide her panties off and bury my face in her soaked pussy. Shes getting wetter by the moment. I grab her by the ass and position her to where the wet pussy is literally on my face. I make her cum down my throat. As she finishes I take my sweats part way down so my cock is free and it’s already throbbing. Not to brag or nothing but…9″ ain’t nothing to laugh at. And it’s a good thickness to. Read more »

Getting an [F] in [M]ath Isn’t Always a Bad Thing… [Cheating] [Oral] [College] [Older Woman] [Shower]

I realize my stories are a bit long, so I am shortening this one up. If you would like more detail, feel free to ask!

My freshman year in college, I was taking a math class with a bunch of upperclassmen. There was a girl named Elaina who sat in front of me every class. She was a senior needing this class to graduate, and was not doing so well in the class. Neither was I. I had already passed the course in high school, but my credits did not transfer. So naturally I was slacking off and was now on the verge of failing. We both were assigned to after class tutoring with all the other low grade students. After one session, I quickly demonstrated to the professor that I knew what I was doing. He told me he would give me an A if I tutored the other students for him after each class. Read more »

[FF] My Chastity experience Continued Pt. 2.5

Hello again. I wasn’t sure what to call this post. my last few have been a blog about my experiences but this time my post is different.

Me and my Wife have talked and I decided for every orgasm I have I want to leave some kind of permanent mark on my body to remind me of that orgasm. for now I’m keeping it small but I was thinking about maybe really small tallies somewhere on me to keep track of my orgasms.

Before that though I’m planning to get a few piercings as reminders. My problem is I cant decide if I want a tongue or nipple piercing first. my wife has a tongue piercing and we enjoy kissing when its in and I want one too.

So I guess the reason for this is to ask you guys what you think. I’m torn 50 50 so I will be happy ether way.

You can post bellow, like comments others posted or just pm me to let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading and ill let you know what the results are when I have my next orgasms in just under a month.

I sucked off my roommate’s boyfriend [MF] [with Pic]

So, I live in a rather nice duplex with my roommate, Tiffany. We both know each other from school, and we jive really well together, even though we are completely different. I am a more free-spirited, sexually open woman while Tiffany is more traditional with her dating and entertaining. I am the type of woman that likes to roughed up while she is more calm and collected.
Tiffany was your typical, average girl with a smallish waist and tight curls. She was incredibly cute, and always made sure to coordinate her clothes. I have always been bigger and chubbier, so I was naturally jealous of her. Even still, our relationship as friends really blossomed while living together, as she had no issue with the way I brought men over.
I believe I have some sort of nymphomania? I am not entirely sure, but I have a very high sex drive to say the least. If I do not have sex at least four times a week, I become a ball of stress and hatred. Masturbation only does so much for me before I need a real cock in my tight pussy, which is why I pick up guys so much. I am not a fan of the whole boyfriend thing, as I like to branch out and “try the flavors”.
I was having a particularly bad week at work, and was very stressed from everything going on in my life. I also was having a small dry spell, as my usual fuck-buddies all seemed to be busy. Because of this, I was a drooling, panting sex-starved whore. I masturbated every night and it just was not enough to get me going. Work was unbearable and my pussy was happy to let me know it, as my juices soaked my pants day after day. I needed release, but could find absolutely none around me.
Eventually, my roommate ended up getting a pretty cute boyfriend herself. He was tall, broad shouldered and was also in the military. What a wonderful trifecta! However, I would never do anything to hurt her relationship, so I did nothing of course. That didn’t mean I couldn’t touch myself to the thought of it though, right? My week really took a dive when I saw him without a shirt on in our house. My lady-boner threatened to milk him of all of his cum right then and there.
But, I would never do that to my roommate and best friend. I kept my paws to myself and just kept those impure thoughts to my dreams and fantasies. Another week went by with no sex, and I was breaking at the seams at this point. I hadn’t tasted cum in a while and it was absolutely torture. My roommate also seemed to be on edge lately, and was especially short with me.
One night, I sat her down with a bottle of wine and made her open up to me. Why was she upset with me? After a few glasses of cheap wine, I found out her boyfriend wanted her to gain weight. He was apparently more into chubbier girls, and felt that Tiffany was a little too thin. I made sure to tell her that she shouldn’t change for anyone unless she herself wants to, but I had to admit, the idea of him possible seeing me as a sexual prospect made my pussy scream.
Another week went by with no sexual gratification. I was ready to pull my hair out. I bought four new dildos this week and none could get me off like a good, thick cock could. I woke up very early one morning to get a drink and could hear something in our living room. Tiffany’s boyfriend would sometimes stay over and sleep in the living room. Im not entirely sure why honestly, but I never cared to ask.
I almost said hi before it hit me what he was doing. He was on our couch, cock in hand, jacking off to what looked like a picture. He had been attempting to silence his own moans, but had failed miserably. His cock wasn’t exactly huge or very long, but I was absolutely desperate. I stayed in the shadow of the hallway and watched as he jerked himself off to this picture. Was it a nudie of my roommate? Did she seriously print him out a picture of herself topless or something?
As I watched him stroke his cock to the picture, I couldn’t help but slide my own hand down my PJ’s. I couldn’t touch him, but I could imagine it right? As soon as my index finger touched my clit, my pussy lit a fire under me. I was incredibly wet just from the sight of a cock, and my voice threatened to betray me right then and there. I imagined his cock in my mouth, my tongue running over the thick head. I loved sucking cock, and I hadn’t had one in over three weeks.
I decided to act, and tiptoed my way to Tiffany’s room. Sure enough, I could see a light under her door. I lightly knocked as best as I could and entered her small bedroom. Her bedside light was on and her face was lit up with her phone. She looked up and gave me a weird look, as I didn’t usually bother her this early in the morning. I sat down on her bed and told her what her boyfriend was doing. I didn’t feel like it was tattling, as I figure at the very least, he might get something from Tiffany.
She looked incredulous, started to smile, and looked at me. I guess I hadn’t noticed, but my body was slick with sweat and I was kind of out of breath. Had she figured out what I was doing? I was about to leave when she blurted out something completely unexpected.
“Why don’t you suck him off?” she asked, her smile turning twisted. I blinked a few times, my face stuck in perverted shock. Had she seriously asked this or was I hallucinating in my sex-starved state? I didn’t reply very quickly, but I could feel that cock in my mouth already.
“Are you sure?” I replied, not even asking if she was serious. Before I could even say anything else, Tiffany grabbed me by the arm and immediately stormed into the living room. I was terrified that she was mad until we got to the living room. Her boyfriend, obviously assuming he was clear to masturbate without anyone walking in on him, freaked out. He covered himself with the sheets Tiffany gave him when he slept over, and he started uttering excuse after excuse. His cock could still be seen through the sheet, and I could tell it was leaking some pre-cum already. Yum.
Tiffany quite literally pushed my to my knees at the base of the couch, right underneath her boyfriend. I had no problem kneeling in front of him though, as my cunt screamed at me to take his cock. Tiffany grabbed her boyfriends ear and I could hear her whispering. Not wanting to overhear, I looked over to the couch itself, where the picture was laying.
It was me! Our refrigerator was decked out in various pictures and he took it upon himself to take my candid photo of me in my bathing suit. I slid the picture silently into the cushion of the couch as they finished their quick meeting. I couldn’t have Tiffany find it, or else this would turn into a fight pretty quickly!
Her boyfriend turned to me and let the sheet drop. Finally! I grabbed his cock and my mouth Read more »