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How I heard that I [M] was the best she ever had [F]

Now let’s start this by saying I’m not some sort of sexual god or was very practiced at this stage in my life. Let’s start the story, I matched (Emily) on tinder and it was clear from the start of the conversation that she was looking to fuck. Luckily, she was back from home from uni to where I was studying. Perfect. We spoke for a few weeks and exchanged some nudes through this time.

Finally we get a chance to meet up, Emily I’d say wasn’t like wow drop dead gorgeous, she was pretty small and not overweight but not skinny, still she was hot. We went out for drinks and it was great we got on well, both fairly drunk and I took her back to mine.

She lay on the bed and instantly opened her bag and out came the lube, which for the first time we’d ever met, I thought was pretty wild.

Anyway I knew Emily was in her being a slut stage, she broke up with her ex and she was hungry for dick. I can’t remember the exact number but she was a lot more experienced than I was. Read more »

[M]….Playroom Fun

My wife and I decided that we needed to explore our wilder side, so we made a reservation at a clothing optional/lifestyle friendly resort. This was completely new to us, and definitely outside our comfort zone.

We got there and we were surprised at how freeing it was to be naked in public. The sun felt so good on our skin. And it was fun to lotion up with other people around us.

Now this resort also has a playroom for their guests to enjoy with each other, or with other consenting couples. We were very hesitant about going in there to “play” until one of the hosts gave a us a private tour of the space. After that, we knew we had to try it out.

So when it opened, we headed in for some fun. It was a very clean space with lots of playrooms, and play spaces. We took our jar of coconut oil and headed back to the room where there was a wall of beds for couples. We settled in to a bed where there were two other couples to our right. There was music playing, porn on the tv and we wasted no time getting busy rubbing one another down. Read more »

[FM] It’s genetic

I’ll keep this short and it’s not about me, it’s about my mother.

Not long before I gave up on University I was in a class via Teams because as many of you know we had to do this at home, I was in my dad’s study and I could hear that my mother had just come home from shopping.

I could also hear that she wasn’t alone so muted my lecturer and I have no idea to this day who he is, as they walked passed the door the sound of my mums boots and their voices grew louder till they went into our sitting room at her bequest. And yes that is spelt correctly because she was offering.

A few minutes later I could hear his voice shouting the word fuck albeit a little muffled and I wasn’t able to pick up the rest, not long after that I didn’t need to know what my mother was saying because I know when she is having sex. Read more »

Pleasure Island – A Jennifer Stokes story – ch.13 [f/f][20s-30s][oral]

13.

The girls rounded the corner of the house and Tess burst out laughing. “Did you see that guys face? I bet he still wonders what just happened!”

Jennifer turned on her friend like a wild animal, and shoved Tess against the house, pinning her to the wall. “Shut up!” she hissed, as she leaned in, kissing her hard on the mouth.

She eased back a fraction, their lips almost touching and whispered, “Do you have any idea what you do to me? The

way you make me feel? Teasing me? Touching me?”

Tess started to speak but was cut off.

“I said shut up!” Jennifer kissed her again, but softer this time, pressing against her, their bodies seeming to melt into one.

Without saying another word, Jennifer sank to the floor, her face only inches away from the nearly transparent triangle of fabric covering Tess. The blue bikini was so wet, that when Jennifer pulled it to one side, long sticky threads clung to it.

In an instant, her mouth covered Tess’ pussy, licking and sucking the smooth pink flesh with abandon. Read more »

Solace in Valencia Pt3: Lust and Trust

*collected thoughts of Valencia*

All I heard you you say was a simple *“hello”*…but I was captivated. And I was mesmerized by colorful words following and the fireflies in your eyes that I didn’t understand at the time, I was drunk with the envy of your calm.

Because over time—You spoke to me in words of prose. Carefully constructed verbs and adjectives meant to build me up—shake the foundations of what belief systems I had left. Only to drag me down and choke me with the halo I so proudly wore.

You spoke to me of physics and constructs, of immutable laws and permanence. As if I was even malleable to begin with…this pull you have on me and the quiet reckoning you possess
is intoxicating. And I gave up control willingly before I even understood the price.

You spoke of the dependence and importance of one to each other like a force of nature without mercy…like the catalyst and the constant, the solid rock meeting the butterfly, and the ripples of causation and effect.

Then almost insultingly…offering up the gift of four letter words. Letting me stagger and struggle with conviction to choose wisely as if I even had a choice: Read more »

Solace in Valencia Pt2: Stones and Castles of Glass

I found that transparency is a concept of imagery and radical belief, but it’s a double pane we’re looking through…I see you exist, while staring back at the reflection of me. The world captured between us is of poise and grace collected and framed to scale with blissful clarity. Upon your arrival here, meeting your gaze, I hope you begin to take in the depth and weight of what’s being given?

“I have one rule,” I say…

*“We don’t throw stones while surrounded by glass—unless you’re willing to own the mess you make.”*

Walking around you letting my footsteps echo in the room…examining your posture and eagerness, I continue “In your time here, we stand to emulate this concept of safe and secure, confiding in our own comfort. Eventually you’re going to realize it’s a prison that has been created. So what have you?! Should we shatter the walls we use to protect ourselves?! Or break the very promises that lay the foundations of our demise little one?”

*I pause…thinking carefully how to approach this. Using a deep tone and whispering…while keeping eye contact.* Read more »

New Years Eve at my gf Amy’s house. Part 5. My gf Amy tells me a story about her hot past. (M40,F20) [age gap] [brat] [teasing]

My gf, Amy, just got finished telling me that she used to have a sugar daddy.

I said, “Well, that was surprising, but also kind of a hot story. It sort of turns me on thinking of you just being a hot piece of ass on this older, rich guy’s arm and teasing him like that. He must have loved it.”

Amy said, “I am glad you think it is hot. He did love it, he used to just grope my ass constantly in public. We would be walking down the street and he would have a hand on my ass, sometimes even sliding his hand down into my pants and underwear to touch my bare ass cheek.”

I said, “I can’t really blame him there, it’s a perfect ass, I think I do the same thing.”

Amy laughed and said, “You do, I like it.”

I said, “How else did you tease him, Amy?” Read more »

Life and Loves of Ghinny: Jack drops by

Have I mentioned how much I loved my pool? The days I spent swimming and lying naked in the sun are some of my best memories. In fact, I was naked most of the time I was at home. I’d walk around naked, cook naked, dance naked and would sometimes answer the door naked.

One day I was out by the pool and the door bell rang. I knew it was Jack, the policeman. So, I ran to the door, totally nude, and to my surprise there were three handsome men there. Jack and his two cousins. I invited them in and gave Jack a big kiss and asked who his friends were. He introduced his cousins; Steve and Drew and told me they were in town visiting. We fixed some drinks and went out by the pool. As we were sitting by the pool talking and drinking I could feel all their eyes checking out my naked body and it was making my pussy wet. Jack noticed my nipples getting hard and my skin getting flush and asked his cousins to excuse us. Read more »

[MF] Fun Times with a Barely Legal Vixen- Part 2

warning: long post

Hi everyone. I’ve been a long time lurker through this and other accounts, and I’ve had a confession of sorts of my own that I’ve been planning to write for some time now. So here goes.

TLDR: a new 18yr old new office recruit and I started fooling around that ended up in multiple fuck fests.

Obviously, names and some details of all those involves have been changed to ensure privacy, and I have received the consent of everybody involved (myself, and the lovely little vixen I was with) to post this on reddit.

Go to the dotted line if you want to get straight into the action.

This is part 2 of what I hope will be multiple posts on reddit, depending on how you folks like it.

Part 1 is somewhere in this subreddit. I got a good amount of comments and DMs asking a lot of info, and I’ve answered every question I can without giving away any private details. My little toy has also heard the comments you have made (through me), and she very much enjoys reliving our fun moments and hearing your thoughts about them. Keem em coming). Read more »

Solace In Valencia Pt1: How to Feel

It’s still too hot…”kids temp” meant I should be able to taste my drink I thought. Coffee…If this is considered coffee, tasted more like a liquid donut. It was 05:57am at Starbucks, it’s interesting watching people as they rush, almost like they didn’t plan that everyone else here wants the same illicit drug. And who am I to be prideful, I fall to the same narrations as I order my five adjective long drink…*”simple can be so complicated sometimes”* I think to myself.

As she arrives, we greet, and I take her coat and lay it on the chair adjacent to mine. I walk her to the counter signaling her ahead as she recites her own order, as I watch and study.

We sit down sheepishly at dawn in this very public place while I grab my own drink and sip to test the temperature again…holding my pen and notebook and begin writing. I stare—listening, while we share secrets, and I have her running in circles with questions making her recall memories. I searched for moments where she spoke of boundaries, expressed and embodied some form of confidence in her words until she finally broke, and came to a realization, through that a request: Read more »