[FF] [anal] The Best Bet I Ever Lost (part 1) (long)

Ok, so! My weekend. Wow. I’m just now not quite so sore.

First, I’ll post our descriptions again so you don’t have to dig to get a visual:

Me: Hi! 5’0″ (wife says I’m actually closer to 4’10’, but fuck that bitch and her lying tape measure! 5’0″!), 36D-30-40, hair midway down my back, still bright anime red. Gonna prolly go back to blonde when this fades. Brown eyes. 21 years old.

Wife (Jade): 6’0″, 40F-30-44, long jet black hair down almost to her butt, hazel eyes that sometimes just turn brown on me. Dunno why. Haven’t figured out the pattern. It’s freaky. 34 years old.

So, it all started Friday night, before the snow rolled in. We had all our supplies (food, candles, toilet paper, lube, you know, the essentials) and we were snuggled up by the laptop browsing on Adam & Eve for what our next extra $50 was gonna go to.

At some point, for no reason whatsoever, Jade tells me that when I use a vibrator in her ass, she usually orgasms from it.

I’m like “No fucking way. Not possible. It’s a mindgasm, not a real orgasm.” Read more »

The Bartender (Short) [FF, oral]

(Hi, I’m new and I’ll be writing quick one-shot stories to brush up on some erotica writing skills. I’m going to attempt to write regularly. Thanks for checking it out!)

The first time I saw her she had been leaning over the top of a bar, ample breasts spilling out of a low cut tight fitting t-shirt and ass peeking from the bottoms of jean shorts that were small enough to be illegal to wear in public in some states. She was a curvy woman with thick lips and long wavy brown hair with blonde streaked through it. Her face was laden with too much makeup and smokey eye. Every man that came to that bar wanted to get into her pants and she knew it and made tips to prove it.

I had made a bet with a friend that night that, in spite of her plethora of advances, I’d be the one that got to fuck her. That of all the men whose cocks ached, it would be a pussy that would take her. Of course my friend thought I was full of shit, but I’d try anyway. Read more »

[MF] An Unlikely Casual Encounter, at a Conservative University

*A few years ago, I was a Junior at a very religiously conservative university; the kind of school where housing forbids the opposite sex from being in your bedroom. Sadly, I didn’t have that “traditional” university experience that so many have, and my mildly introverted personality certainly didn’t help matters, but there was this one girl, and I’m going to tell you about the night we met. There is no penetrative sex in this chapter and it takes a while to develop, so if that’s not your thing I warned you, but it was the most unexpected sexual encounter that happened to me during my 4 years at university.*
_______________________________________________

It was December. I was out of town staying with relatives for winter break. A classmate of mine sent me a text asking if I wanted to meet up with her to watch the basketball games on campus. I was two hours away, but she was cute, we had a good team, and I had nothing going on – so why not? I got in my car and headed up to my apartment on campus. Two hours later, I was just entering town and she texted me, “I’m really sick. I can’t make it. Sorry.” Read more »

[Funny] [MF] “I don’t kiss during sex but can you give me head?”

I wanted to share my story about the weirdest encounter that I have experienced in my sex life. After recently becoming single, I have been dating on the online app Bumble for about 4 months. I started messaging this guy through the app and we planned to meet up in person. He wasn’t super talkative over the app but I figured he would be more social in person. On our first date, we didn’t have much in common and he wasn’t attempting to engage in conversation that much. Somehow he assumed this was a good thing, as he texted me after the date to ask if we could go out again. I listened to the advice of my friends that told me that this guy could have been shy during the first date and that I should give him another chance. On the second date, this guy was still uninteresting and not talkative at all. I wish that the date ended after dinner but sadly it did not. At this time, I didn’t have sex for three months (it was a dry season…) and I invited this guy back to my apartment. I figured that if this guy was boring, that perhaps he could be a good lay?
This is where shit hits the fan. I go into the bathroom and prep myself for seduction mode (brushing teeth, checking makeup, etc). I come out of the bathroom and sit beside the guy on my bed. As I lean in for a kiss, this guy pulls away. I’m super confused at this point and ask him whats wrong. This guy says (actual quote) “I don’t kiss during sex but can you give me head?” Read more »

[mF] Mrs. Lefebvre & I: Vol. 01 [Hypno, Teacher]

***

***

**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

***

***

The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.

And I was missing out on all of it…

I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.

Well, I’ll tell you… Read more »

[mF] Mrs. Lefebvre & I: Vol. 01 [Hypno, Teacher]

***

***

**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

***

***

The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.

And I was missing out on all of it…

I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.

Well, I’ll tell you… Read more »

[fM/FfF] Wild Roses pt. 7: Harvest Feast [exh]

As the forest traded its greens for reds, yellows and browns, game grew bold and numerous, and the branches of the trees were heavy with fruit, so Autumn’s hunts were quick and easy to a one. Even with the days growing shorter, she found she didn’t want for time to herself and her own fun, so she spent her days exploring the parts of the forest that were new to her, or rarely visited. By mid-autumn she had discovered two new lakes and traced a dozen rivers that flowed into and out of them, and even discovered an enticingly dark and mysterious cave system she made a note of for further study.

On her way back to the rosewood she took a detour, and stumbled upon a glade where a band of a half-dozen hunters were setting up tables and benches made from rough-hewn logs.

“Hallo!” Autumn halloed as she walked into the clearing, and each of them waved in greeting, save for the two women balancing a log bench between them, who simply nodded instead.

“Are you here for the harvest feast?” one of the hunters asked as she drew up to the fire pit he was setting up at the head of the table. Read more »

Threesome weekend [MFM]

A few months ago I shared a story of a failed threesome with my buddy and his GF on this sub. I received a lot of negative feedback due to the fact I had a SO at the time and was cheating. I have since parted ways from the girlfriend and after several months the opportunity for another threesome arose. This is that tale. Names changed of course.

This past weekend found me crashing Saturday night at Mike’s house so we could get an early start on our first skiing trip of the year. I arrived about 9pm with two six packs and the intention of kicking it and drinking some beers. Mike and I cracked the first brews and sat in the kitchen catching up on the usual business, when Molly appeared naked in the doorway. Molly is about 5′ 3″ 115lbs with tiny tits and a firm round ass, a very athletic build.

We spent about 90 minutes just chilling at the kitchen table polishing off the 6pk and talking about everything from the mundane to the more risqué. I had a gentle buzz going from a couple high ABV craft beers when I excused myself for a cigarette. I returned quickly from the Arctic blast that was outside and found the kitchen deserted. The fun part of this story starts right about here. Read more »

[Group] A very special New Years Eve Party – Part 1

At the end of my last post I promised to tell you more tales from my time in the Med if that’s what you wanted. Thanks for the great comments and I promise I will but first I HAVE to tell you about what happened this weekend. It was amazing! (Well I think so at least)

This story is pretty long so I have split it into two parts. I know some people find the backstory/scene setting boring and just want the juicy stuff but to me the backstory is an important part and helps with the build up to the exciting stuff.

One of my wife’s best friends from school lives just two roads away from us with her husband and baby. We see them at least once a week, pre kids we spent much of our twenties hitting the bars, pubs and restaurants of London. These days we normally end up round one of each other’s houses drinking and talking with the kids asleep upstairs, every so often we get a babysitter and head out for the night. Often when we are a few drinks in there is a bit of joking/banter about how everyone must think we are swingers! Read more »