[MF] The First Woman to Ever Deepthroat Me

I realize that most of my stories make me sound like a all I have any interest in is fucking as many women as possible, and while it is true that I have a sky high libido and would like nothing more than to fuck all the time, *forever*, the truth is that on a daily basis I want what most people want, which is compansionship and a person to talk to.

That said, I have actually had a few long-term relationships in my life, and they have all been amazing. The first ended depressingly, with me being cheated on. The third resulted in some of the happiest days of my life. This is the story of my second long-term relationship, which began bizarrely and somehow just kept going.

I met a young woman at a club. She made fun of my shirt so I bought her a drink. It was an awful shirt, to be fair. I hate clubs and have no concept of how to dress for them. I wouldn’t have even been there if it hadn’t been for my friend Clubby, who would live her life in an endless dance hall if such a thing were possible. She liked to drag me along when she was trying a new place so that she could run to me and pretend I was her boyfriend if the vibe was all wrong amongst the club patrons. In exchange she usually bought me a few drinks but truthfully I would have done it for free because about half the time she managed to introduce me to somebody fun.

[FM] First Time in the Back of a Car

As I have stated before I have a bit of an oral fixation. I was visiting my parents for a couple of weeks recently, and was missing the freedom of having my own apartment. It’s a lot harder to have random hookups when you have nowhere to take them. I was chatting with people on tinder and bumble, but kept running into the same problem, nowhere to hookup.

Then I started talking to Mike, he was older than me, 30, and very good looking. Around 6′ and muscular looking from his pictures. I’m 5’10, 23 years old, curvy in a good way, and have long brown hair. We decided that we would try to find a place to have a discreet car hookup, as we were both currently staying with our parents, but needed some kind of release. I told him I had never hooked up in a car, that I was a good girl in high school (which is surprisingly the truth), and that seemed to excite him more.

Giving [M]y [F]irst Blowjob: An Awkward Tinder Hookup

This is my first ever post on Reddit, and I am not proud of this story. However, it is completely true to the point that I hope the guy in question doesn’t find this post. Also it ended up being really long…please be nice!

Some back story: I’m a 23 year old bisexual girl. I first had sex with a girl when I was 16 and have had a few serious relationships with women, but my experience with men was limited to some high school kisses. Recently I found myself growing curious about cock. To the story…

For the past year I have had a casual FWB relationship with one of my close female friends, I’ll call her Alison. Alison is 29 and bisexual, and has a lot of sexual experience after being quite promiscuous in her younger years. One night I admitted to Alison that I feel a bit pathetic having not done anything sexual with men in my life.

My [F]riend and I had [F]un at the beach! [Long]

Hi again! :) I decided to tell this one from my girlfriend’s point of view. Thank you everyone for the lovely comments and feedback. This has been a fun vacation for me and I can’t wait to write some more experiences when I have time! =) -Ariel

My alarm hadn’t gone off yet and the room was already hot and sticky. The sun heated everything in the whole apartment. Coated in sweat, I dreaded my upcoming day at work. I adjusted my fan to blow towards my body and rolled on my other side to try and catch another hour of sleep. I avoided the fact that once again, I woke up alone.

My pathetic excuse for a boyfriend didn’t spend Friday night with me again. Kleenex piled up beside my bed with many more ready to go. He was supposed to come over and bake desserts with me! My mom wanted to have everyone over for my niece’s birthday so I figured that baking some treats would be a nice gesture.

[Les] The Brew [fantasy] [x-post r/DirtyWritingPrompts]

As Mara Mara stepped into the laboratory, she was greeted by a blast of the oppressively heavy and fragrant air, filled with the quiet burbling sounds from the great crucible in its depths.

“You called for me?” she asked as she drew up to it, standing herself next to Lissa, who was leaning on it, toiling over the dark, bubbling potion within.

“I did, yes.” Lissa said, turning to her. “I am in need of your help for an ingredient.”

“Of course.” Mara Mara said with a smile. “What do you need?”

“Are you familiar with dreamshade, and how it is made?” Lissa inquired, and with a grin Mara Mara nodded, before slipping out of her silken grey robe.

“Who will be providing the cock?” she asked, leaning against the wolfstone crucible.

“You will, of course.” Lissa said as she slipped out of her blue robes. “I want to kill two birds with one stone, and get some practice with a spell I recently stumbled across.”

“I’m not sure I understand…” Mara Mara said doubtfully, but Lissa only gave her a smile.

Ravenous Climax

My goody box on full display, he trails his palms up and down my inner thighs, admiring what I have to show.  Shaun slants his shoulders down, placing his lips on the inside of my thigh. He gradually flows his lips up towards my slit. He reaches my slit, gives it a slight flick of the tongue and moves on to my other thigh, deliberately trailing his lips down.  I lay my head back over the top of the couch falling into deep desire and need. Shaun continues on teasing my body with his tongue making me reach a want I could no longer control, “come on, I can’t take it anymore.” 
https://confessionsofahousewife.net/ravenous-climax

[MF] Becoming my boss’s slave.

“Celia Janson, right this way please,” a male voice said, startling me out of my daydreams. He was dressed in a tailored suit and tie, motioning for me to follow him.

We walked up the hall and entered into a room with five people seated around a table.

Well, here goes nothing, I thought, nervous but elated. I took an empty chair at the table. If I did well in this training course, I would be much closer to my goal of leaving my boring bank teller job. Getting in with a major financial institution like this was the key to my future and I knew it.

I sat down, looking around at the people I would be training with. I seemed to be the youngest person here, by a long shot. Before I could think too much into this, the door I had just come through opened up and the room grew instantly quiet, with all eyes pinned toward the door.

What’s going on? I thought. I had been adjusting my purse on the chair and didn’t immediately understand what everyone was looking at.

[MF] Loving Roughness

Hi!

I’m Amber, and I’ve written up a few of my experiences for this subreddit before. This one features my wonderful boyfriend, Shaun, as some of the others have. Feel free to dive into my back catalog (ha!) if you get the urge after reading this one. We haven’t had any 3sums or anything that crazy in quite a while, but he did give me one of the best, most intense orgasms of my life lately, so uh, I’m going to write about that. :)

I’m 31 years old, super petite, with dirty blond hair. I’ve been called “waify,” and though I wasn’t a ballerina in school, I have the body type, for better or for worse. I am blessed with AA cups, non-existent hips and an ass you could just about hold in one hand. I know, not the body most guys fantasize about…but my boyfriend is a fan, and that’s what matters!

Shaun is a tall, handsome guy a couple years older than me, and he’s very sweet to me. Outside the bedroom, that is. When the clothes come off, he is a demon that treats me roughly to put it mildly…and since I’m an extremely submissive girl that loves to take some pain with my pleasure, that suits me very, very well.

Hostel Relations [MF]

“Mark!”

I heard the shout come from the other side of the baggage claim area and quickly whipped my head around. I saw Karen, my friend from college lumbering towards me, her bags weighing her down.

“It’s so good to see you!” I said, opening my arms and giving her a big hug.

“You too!” She smiled back.

It had been a year since we had seen each other, so we were both extremely excited for the long Memorial Day weekend. We walked to my car, and began the drive to the hostel we would be staying at. As soon as we exited the air conditioned airport, the heat hit us. Even though it was nearly 7 pm, it was up near 100 degrees, and it felt every bit of it. By the time we reached the hostel about 40 minutes away, we were already sweaty and gross. The heat had taken away any quippy banter, relegating us to regaling stories from our college days, and chatting about the few people we have stayed in contact with since. When we got to the hostel, we knocked on the door and were greeted by the host: a 6 foot tall black man with a shaved head, dressed in shorts and a ratty t-shirt.

The Delilah Experiments: Rope [MF]

“Does it hurt?” she asked, running the length of rope between her fingers. Portishead played gently in the background.

“Not if it’s done right.” I smiled.

She paused. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“Yeah. But we don’t have to— “

“no!” she stopped me, “…. no. It’s just… that’s a lot of rope.”

My smile turned to a grin. I’d shown her pictures of what I’d be doing to her, even the tutorial on how it’s done. She knew exactly what was going to happen to her and how it would happen.

“Do you want to tie me up first?” I asked. “Just so you can see it up close.”

After a pause, she nodded. I smiled.

She’s good at making me smile.

“Okay, here.” I put my wrists out like I was going to be handcuffed. “find the center of the rope, now fold it and lay it over… yeah. Now wrap it around, and make sure all of the rope is lying flat…” I walked her step by step through the whole thing. Her hands were shaking. Soon, my wrists were tied together. I shifted and twisted in the binds to show her what her limitations would be. Her eyes never left the rope.