[FM] [business] My first time with a hunk has made me want more
I’ve loved reading these stories for ages during university and I always wondered if I would ever have something worth posting! Finally I have a story and I’ve been deliberating whether to post it for a while now.
Jeff and I met during a networking event at university, he works for a company I wanted to intern with and we kept in touch. We ended up having sex not too long after and I’m so into his manliness.
When we first met about a week ago, I was instantly attracted to him. Jeff was one of those guys who you wouldn’t dare interrupt when he was talking. He commanded authority when he spoke and usually quite a chatty girl, but with Jeff I wouldn’t dare try. He was a stocky, about 6″2 and had a square face which I remember distinctively. I’m 22, pretty short… have a good body with long dark hair and most guys describe me as cute. I’ve been told I look like the smaller version of Daisy Lowe by my friends which I’ll take haha. He must have been on the wrong side of his 20’s or late 20’s, settling into his career.
stuff like this? a chick talking herself into cheating/ trying to get away with it
The Day I Found Out She Sleeps ‘Au Natural’ [MF]
**Or How I Got Together with My Girlfriend**
In my last story, I described how I ended up meeting my now girlfriend Karen, with whom I still continue to have quite a few adventures. Since we shared the same class together with Tara, my friends with benefits from my first story, we often went over to each other’s place to study together. More often than not though, Tara often had other commitments and couldn’t make it to our study sessions. So it would usually be me and Karen studying together and hanging out at either one of our places, the library or a cafe.
We got to know each other pretty well during our study sessions and we had a lot in common in terms of our backgrounds and likes. Karen also used to be a swimmer like me and although her body was lean and toned like a swimmer, she didn’t develop the broad shoulders that most swimmers get from years of swimming. For a Chinese-Vietnamese Asian, Karen was pretty pale. Her dark black hair was a little past shoulder length and she would often braid her hair in such as way that it looked like she was wearing a braided flower wreath around her head. It made her look really damn cute. It always made my day whenever we hung out together. This time when we hung out, it made my night.
My Bisexual Stories (pic) [MMF] [MFF] [MM] [Group]
I thought the people on this sub might enjoy a couple of the stories I posted elsewhere
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Some interesting things too have happened since then and I’ll post with more updates and pics. There are also pics of both her and him in my post history if you click.
Another of her,
Someone suggested I x-post here: We did it! During a layover with a new friend. Where can I collect my hotwi[f]e merit badge? :) [story inside]
Hopefully this doesn’t come across as a humblebrag – not our intention. I thought this might be useful for anyone in a similar spot, or anyone who is curious to hear a newcomers first time from the wife’s point-of-view.
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After talking about it with my husband for almost a year we finally made it happen! It was actually a really great experience, and while I was afraid I might regret it a little or have second thoughts, it ended up being a ton of fun!
Some quick background. My husband and I are both 26 and started dating at 17. Neither of us has had a ton of partners before of our relationship, which we both regret to some degree, although it took us a long time to admit it. Don’t get me wrong, we love each other to death, I think we both just wished we had a little more “sexual exploration”. That got us talking about swinging / hotwifing – which we didn’t have a term for at the time – and eventually we were passively interested in trying it out, but were generally too busy or intimidated to actually do it.
My secret crush… [M] 4 [F] [MAST]
Every afternoon I see you walking past me in the hall way after 4th period. You probably never notice, and why would you. I don’t stand out any noticeable way, never bothered to try out for any sports teams, I’m not the member of any after school clubs. I’m a social ghost who walks from class to class alone, but dreaming of you.
he loves the taste of me [FM]
Alright this happened a couple weeks ago and it still gets me wet when I think about it. I had been out, the usual Saturday night in a college town. I was with some friends, dancing and laughing, generally feeling good about myself and loving the way my dress clung to my curves. It was a navy blue color and had a low back that dipped underneath where my bra would be. My boobs are perky so I didn’t wear a bra. Dance partners came and went but I kept locking eyes with a guy across the floor. We were in philosophy together and even though we hadn’t talked outside of class I was ridiculously attracted to him. He’s tall and has a bit of a beard, dark hair and crazy green eyes. Girls came over to dance with him every once in a while but we kept our eyes on each other all night. Every time my gaze met his I put a little more into my dancing – bending over, raising my hands into the air. The mixture of the buzz, the beat of the music and feeling his eyes on me had me really getting into it. Eventually I found myself without a partner – my friends were occupied with their own guys. I looked up and saw he was still staring. Breaking completely from my usually shy approach, I walked up to where he was standing against the opposite wall. His eyes followed me through the crowd.
[F]->[T] The experiment
It’s time. Time to take part in the experiment. Time to make history. I’m sitting in the waiting room. I’ve been locked in. No going back now. Besides, acquiring a penis is a small deed to do for ten grand. Anyway, the buzzer just went off. It’s time. “Hello, test subject,” says a voice over the intercom. “Please enter the door ahead of you and proceed.” The wall in front of me opens, revealing a passageway, turning right. I go ahead. As I walk through some winding corridors, the voice comes on again. “This passageway will lead you to a changing room. When you arrive, you will have 90 seconds to remove all of your clothing. Your clothing will be kept for you to retrieve after the experiment.” Sure enough, the change room is there. I step inside, and quickly take off my dress, and then my underwear. I stare at my vagina for a moment. I might miss it, sure. But I’m a bit excited for my new penis, and more excited for my money. I wait for a while, and another hidden door opens. “Please follow the passageway to the decontamination room.” I walk through, and arrive. It’s a good-sized room, empty except for a tunnel. “Walk through the tunnel in a natural fashion,” says the voice. Natural? I try to act natural as I walk the twenty feet, but I feel as though I looked kind of ridiculous. Oh well. As I walk through, I am sprayed with water of varying temperatures. I arrive on the other side of the room, and there is a large steel door in front of me. “When the door opens, step into the room. Please stand back.” The door swings open.It reveals a small room, about fifteen feet long, with another steel door. It’s an airlock! I step inside, and the door swings shut behind me. “Equalizing radiation,” says the voice. I start to feel nervous. What if the radiation hurts? I hope it doesn’t. I feel a bit tired, and a headache begins. “This room is extremely radioactive, and can kill in minutes. However, the decontamination process chemically enhanced your genes to withstand the negative effects of the radiation for the experiment to take place.” Good thing I paid attention in bio class, I feel a bit better now. The large steel door ahead of me swings open, and I am instructed to enter the room ahead. I comply, and the door swings shut behind me. This room is about the size of a classroom. It is mostly empty (surprise), except for a pool in the center of the room. It’s five feet by five feet, and filled with a toxic-looking green goop. Yuck. “Test subject, please enter the pool in front of you. Sit at neck depth, and do not ingest any of the liquid.” More yuck. I stride over to the pool, and dip my toe in. Fortunately, it doesn’t smell. I climb in carefully, and once I have my footing, find the concrete seat inside. It’s about the temperature of a hut tub. I sit down, and feel my vagina once more. I may be saying goodbye to it. “This substance is an excellent conductor of radiation. When the process begins, the radiation will enter your body, and, after an hour, the process will be complete. Please relax. The process will begin in thirty seconds. Do not exit the pool before the process is over. I adjust myself, and let my hair rest outside of the pool. I tilt my head back. *I’m ready,* I think. “Three, two, one. Process beginning.” I feel nothing. I begin to wonder if it’s working, when I feel the fatigue begin to intensify. *It must be working.* I relax, and rest. About twenty minutes have passed when I snap back to reality. I’m getting a penis! I put my hand to my vagina, or what’s left of it. I feel a rush of adrenaline when I feel the head of a penis peaking out. Wow! This is amazing! I decide to just let it happen, and check back when the process is done. I lean back again, and drift off to sleep. The buzzer wakes me up. “The process is now complete. Please exit the pool now.” I climb up out. Wow, that was warm. I feel very thirsty. Suddenly, out of my peripheral vision, I see something. My new cock. About seven inches long, uncut. No other part of my body seems to have changed. I feel my penis, and I feel the sensation I got when I touched my vulva. I can’t wait to jack off later. A wall opens up near me. Two scientists, dressed in heavy haz-mat suits, emerge. “Hello, test subject,” says one of them. “Let’s begin part two of the experiment.”
[mf] my first oceanic adventure
(This ended up being way longer than I expected, so I marked where it gets good lol)
So my buddy and I were really into cars. We had just finished building his, tuning it and all. We decided to celebrate down at Daytona, it was summer and the weather was nice. So why the hell not.
My buddy, I always thought he was the better looking of the two of us. He was tall, dark and handsome. Every girls dream, am I right? Lol he stood about 6’something he was skinny and toned, full 6 pack abs. He had short brown hair with brown eyes. I was kind of his opposite, shorter, 5’9″. A bit pudgy, around 200 lbs back then no muscle definition at all. Though I did have longer blonde hair and blue eyes working to my favor, I was still pale, no matter how often we’d go out I’d never tan.