In this chapter I introduce two new girls, Buffy Spice and Ninjamindfuck. Buffy Spice is so named because her style is a mix of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the spice girls. She was 5’3″ curly blonde hair green eyes and a very very big set of tits, past the DD cup range by a size or two. She certainly loved dressing to show them off, with low-cut shirts featuring prominently in her wardrobe along with tight skirts and high heels. She played up the usual blonde stereotypes for her own benefit, but was a lot smarter than she let on. I had known her since grade school and we remained friends since. I knew she had a bit of a thing for me, but I held off from making anything of it because I was very attracted to her friend, Ninjamindfuck.
Our First Threesome Failed Spectacularly. Video. [FFM].
Story from my wife’s perspective: http://relationshipgoalsxxx.com/the-other-l-fail-1/
I married a unicorn.
One of the first things that I learned about my wife in our early sexual exploration was that she enjoyed sex with women, enjoyed group sex, and was more than willing to engage in these activities with me.
For the first few years of our relationship, FFM threesomes were often the subject of pornography that we’d watch together excitedly. Ultimately, that progressed to us setting up accounts on OKCupid and Tinder to begin searching for a potential third.
This process would start and stop a few times over the years, owing to real life getting in the way of sexual bucket list items.
The closest we’ve ever come to a successful threesome happened just last week, and while it ended in dramatic (and hilarious) fashion, it provided us with a week of intense sex, much of which had an audience, and a great story to tell.
Bored at work one day, I installed Tinder (after deleting all previous matches) on my phone and began swiping. I matched on someone who I had matched with previously, a friend of some friends, and we began exchanging messages.
[FM] My public sex experience: Boyfriend and I got naughty in a zoo
Background: My boyfriend and I are a pretty young couple. I’m 18 (f) and he’s a couple years older. We have been dating for a year and a few months now and we are also long distance. We don’t get to see each other that often so when it comes to sex and intimacy we only have a few experiences.
[MF] I made out with and fingered a girl on the rail at a Metallica concert
(xposted from r/SluttyConfessions)
I was on the rail early, she made her way up there about half way through the opening set (Local H) – we got to chatting, and the bigger the crowd got, the closer she got to me until she was in front of me. I ended up with my arms around her waist and started kissing her neck. She reached behind herself and started rubbing my cock through my shorts so I took the opportunity to start feeling her pussy over her shorts. By this point I was harder than steel and she leaned her head back and we started making out using a lot of tongue.
As the opener wrapped up, we stopped and I put my arms around her and held her tight – she looked at me, smiled and said “I can’t even tell there are other people here right now” which I thought was extremely sexy.
[MF] If you’re going to blow up your life, might as well go all out! [cheating]
Where to begin? Sorry, this is long…scroll to TL:DR for the sexytimes.
Last fall my company hired someone to help out with clerical work, some light marketing and sales support. She was the niece of the owner. She had just wrapped up her undergrad and was looking to get experience. Her name is Leah, and she’s 22. I’m a 6′ tall, 34 year old white guy, with short brown hair, and nothing special to look at, but not ugly or anything.
I knew Leah would be a distraction the first day in the office. This girl was just incredibly hot, and had a natural flirt-iness to her and a fierce sarcastic streak that I loved. I’d guess she was at least 5’10”, really fit (turns out she’s big into yoga and running). She looks a lot like the lead actress in Split, but with jet black hair and olive skin.
Back in January, we got paired up to work on a large event together. It is a conference in Vegas, and we’d be taking a bunch of people from my company and customers out there. The result was that her and I spent a bunch of time together planning this, and naturally got to know each other pretty well, as tends to happen when you work 70+ hours a week together.
[MF] Sucking My Husband Off w/ Aid of a Popsicle
I had just gotten home from work and found my husband lazing about my couch and tinkering with my console. He was trying to figure out why I’d been spending less time in bed and found out I’d been playing way too much Geometry Wars and Battlefield 1 with my buddies from college. AND I guess he’d been feeling pretty needy. And I guess I kind of ignored the circumstance that I possibly might have missed the opportunity to get him to join us. He’d been busy with work and had to go early for the past three days so I didn’t want to bother him.
I stood next to my part of our game room’s couch and cleared my throat. I had been carrying a big red ice pop with me since I entered through our garage which is directly connected to our kitchen. “Are you trying to figure out how awesome I am?” I moved three paces towards him up until I was standing in between his legs, obscuring his view of the t.v., and the shitty show I’d been tuning out to on Netflix.
Fun at the Firehouse – Part 1 – The teacher says “Thank you” [FMMM] [Group] [Anal] [Oral] [Mild FDom]
Part 1
It was a normal day that started like any other as I walked up to the side door of Station 12. Station 12 is the oldest station in our district and houses a single Engine Co, Engine 12. It’s a smaller building, only 2 stories. The first floor is mainly the engine bay, in the back is the kitchen/TV area, a small bathroom and there are 2 offices (one is used by the battalion chief when he stops by and the other is the watch office where there are computers for the crew to use). Along the right side of the building is a room with racks for extra supplies and equipment, this is also where we hang our gear when we aren’t on shift. Upstairs is mainly our sleeping quarters with 3 larger full bathrooms, and the captain’s office/bedroom is tucked in the front corner. The main area has 4 beds and the walls are lined with lockers for our personal belongings.
Article X of the Contract – Tattoo Session
“I intend to cover all doubts, that distant dream of having your desires given due deference will no longer be deferred. Together we will draw out the ideas you’ve envisioned so that I can draw them on this dashing canvas of yours. Each section of your body will be delicately covered using every brush flick and stroke to delineate in detail all you deserve.
Any delusions that pleasure will be diluted will be drowned out by delight piercing into the depths of your soul till imprinted permanently. Each injection of color meant to dissolve tension and demand your body reaches the highest apex of delectation. Every design depicted on your skin will be to declare ecstasy is my gift to you till you become delirious.
You said you were a fan of tattoos. In this shop my hands and lips the gun. Tongue among other things the needle. The ink is the rapture you feel during my time with you and the thoughts that run through your head looking at the work I’ve done.
The sweat, messy hair, henna hand print on your derriere, and fresh smile on your face is payment enough…till next time.”
Confessions of a Retail Manager, Pt 2. [MF] [cheating]
Once we were back home things seemed to revert to normal. Anna and I would text back and forth throughout the work day, sharing stories about bad customers or corporate BS, with no mention of our encounter on the plane. At one point, I even hinted at broaching the subject by saying “I couldn’t sleep the whole plane ride home – was exhausted when we landed.”
Her reply: “I slept the whole way.”
That seemed to be the end of that.
About three weeks later I was working the opening shift, meaning I was alone in my store from about 9:00 AM until the mall opened at 10. At 9:02 I get a text from Anna.
“Opening?”
“Yep.”
“Alone?”
“Yep.”
“Coming to see if you have something a customer was asking for. BRT.”
I was a bit confused – It was common for us to transfer merchandise between stores, but why wouldn’t she just ask about the product in text? She arrived a few minutes later, dressed for a typical work day in a black button-down shirt and khakis, and I opened the gate for her.
[M] Is this what an aneros is supposed to feel like?
There was no climax, but I felt strange tickling sensations over my body. It began from my toes and spread out to other parts the more I focused on it. It felt like a full body experience. Is this what people are supposed to feel? Am I on the right track with it?