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Can I give you a kiss? [FF]

“I had fun today,” I told her.

“Me too,” she said. She smiled and cocked her head a little as she looked at me.

“Let’s do something again soon.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. How about Thursday or Friday next week?”

“That sounds perfect,” I said smiling too. “I’ll text you.”

She smiled and leaned in to give me a hug. She dropped a shoulder and bent a knee, dipping into the hug a little bit. I found it to be adorable.

Anyone walking by would have just seen two girls in an embrace, but even though I barely knew her, Emma – I don’t even know her last name – she felt like everything and everyone in the world at that moment. I liked her. That much was obvious to me. But I didn’t want to move things too fast. She seemed old-fashioned like that in a way. That too I found to be adorable.

“Can I give you a kiss?” I asked.

She giggled, adorably, and then gave me a hug again. And then she walked away.

I waited a moment trying to process what had just happened before walking in the opposite direction. Read more »

Big, beautiful dick found on Tinder. Ripe for my sex blog.

Today I won the lottery. Not only did my blog see a giant spike in traffic today thanks to Clark Kent posting the link to his story on a Reddit thread (it made me feel famous all day, where’s my reality show and celebrity sex tape,) I also got to ride a 6’3″ 21 year old hot body with a enormous penis- who happens to know what to do with it. I turn down more big dicks than I ride, as a rule, but this one I took a chance with based on his personality and approach. I’m glad I did! Phenomenal lover in all ways. We met on Tinder, my favorite of the dick farming apps I frequent because it’s so straight forward and I don’t get bombarded with messages from men I’m not interested in. He tells me he’s only here for the night, on vacation with family. Out of towners are often my favorite lays- they put in the effort to make it fun for both of us. He’s on his way to a degree in mechanical engineering, so I’m sold he’s gonna do a good job. You know my thing about nerdy dudes making the absolute best lovers hands down. We start texting and he sends me a couple body shots- boy has body for DAYS. I had every intention of taking an ab selfie with that torso (and I did!) I can tell already he’s going to have a big weenus. Skinny white boys, I tell ya what. He offers to send me a dick pic, on the condition I act surprised when I see it in person. I turn it down, I hate dick pics and have no interest in seeing it before the main event. I assume he’s quite large… larger than normal large. Also, just the way he approached the subject of me seeing it is an indicator he’s actually very big and not just “above average” with an ego. I was not prepared. I ask him if he’s a big boy downstairs and he tells me I’ll just have to wait to see it later. And he called me “love.” My favorite! Read more »

Perks of being a night owl [MF] [Oral] [Hot Sex] (This is my first time writing a story and my first post. Constructive criticism will be much appreciated.) Enjoy!

I wake up and the remnants of my dream are already starting to fade. I’m up so it must not have been a very nice dream.
What time is it? There was light out that window when I first laid down for a nap. It’s dark now. I reach for my watch on the nightstand, the hands glow in the dark: 12 minutes to midnight. Oh well..

I need a drink.

The minibar has some of those tiny bottles of liquor. I reach for the vodka and orange juice and make myself a screwdriver. I don’t know if they have an icebox on this floor, I don’t remember seeing one.. fuck it! This will have to do. The sweet sting of my drink does a good job of reviving my senses so I go out on the balcony for some fresh air.
I’m on the second floor with a clear view of the pool. There’s a woman gliding from one end to the other. She’s wearing an all black, two piece swimsuit and has a marvelous figure: tall, slender.. long legs. She’s good too, relaxed, precise movement. The water must be cold at this hour. That sounds refreshing. A part of me is thinking of joining her, the rest of me is happy to enjoy the view. I find myself thinking of her goose pimple skin, how it might feel to the touch. Read more »

[M]y threesome with g[f] and best [f]riend

I’m a male (27)and have been with my girlfriend Lauren (24) for over 4 years. She still hangs out with her best friend from high school named Jessica (24 also). They were both the shy quiet type in school. Neither of them were really popular and never dated before graduation. Lauren was a little chubby and not very cute back then. But during college she lost some weight, grew her hair long and started dressing better and using make up. She really blossomed into a sexy young woman. Her friend Jessica was a little the same way too. She always had a pretty face but not the best body. The two of them go to the gym together and are now both pretty fit, but they both got nice big boobs and pretty big firm asses. Read more »

What was supposed to be a straight [mfm] 3some ended up a kind of cuckold situitaion

It started off with my post. I posted an ad on craigslist looking for a couple to play with, because of my size I attracted couples looking to spice up there sex life with a bigger cock easier than I attracted singled females. So a few hours after the post went up I got a email that said, “me and my girl are going to go out for a few beers….we are attractive 40’s. wanna meet up in a bar? I’ll have a blur button up shirt on…not tucked in. where are you? lets meet.”

I wasn’t looking to meet that night and the post said as much. I reminded them that I wasn’t free that night but was interested in meeting. I told them I would be free the following day if they were. He responded back with “ok dude…we will be at just jakes tomorrow….at noon…drinking martinis (the glasses will give us away). what will you be wearing?BTW….she is salivating for that cock of yours in her mouth.” He had attached a picture of her.
She was a brunette with a slim figure and about C cup sitting on a sofa with her head turned to the side hiding her face. Read more »

Jane and Guy 3

And it kept going like that: unprecedented, undefined, but ultimately what both of them needed. Nothing was really planned, it just happened in the moment. Guy wanted to change that; and he had an idea how.

Guy knew Jane pretty well, especially how much she loved to read. Most of what she owned in their apartment were shelves packed with well loved books. A particular favorite of hers were the works of JRR Tolkien, much to the chagrin of Guy. It’s not that he didn’t like to read, but fantasy was pretty heavy. But seeing Jane rant and rave about the deep intricacies of the world was awe inspiring. And seeing some of the books that were passed around in her family gave him what needed to put his plan in motion. One of the long standing traditions in Jane’s family was to write running commentaries in the margins of the books they would all read. It was quite a sight to see the different generations thoughts and feelings about what they read all collected together. Knowing that Jane would be at work all night, Guy stopped at Barnes and Noble, picked up a copy of The Hobbit, and planned to spend the night reading and annotate it for her to find in the morning. Guy climbed the stairs and unlocked the door to their apartment, opening it to find something that made his jaw drop. Read more »

No Sex in the Champagne Room (but everything else) [M/F]

I was out running some errands the other day when the thought popped in my head, “Some beer and boobs would be nice.” so I pulled into our friendly neighborhood strip club.

I’m not really a strip club kinda guy, but I’ve been there a few times before. Surprisingly good day shift, friendly girls, good drinks. Not a bad place to kill an hour in the middle of a hot day.

I grabbed a drink at the bar and began to watch the main stage. The girl dancing, Star, was cute and petite. Maybe 5’2″, with nice bouncy b-cups and a matching little bubble butt. She had that light brown kind of skin that could have placed her ethnicity all over the map. We made eye contact and smiled. (Side Note: Yes, I know it’s all lies, but it’s fun to play into the fantasy, okay?) I watched her dance a bit longer and then approached to show my appreciation.

She teased her way over to the edge of the stage, eyes locked on mine, swaying and shimmying, still fully clothed because it was her first dance. As she crouched down for her tip she asked. “Are you a boob man or an ass man?” Read more »

Gave Tinder a try and [F]ucked so good 30 [M]inutes later

Returning home from a dead Wednesday night out of drinks and strange sexual tension with a friend, an idea struck me, especially since it has been sitting in my head for a while. I decided to download Tinder — a way to pass time, a way to entertain myself, maybe meet someone. I put up some photos of myself and began swiping. Oh boy, meet someone I sure did.

It was about 1 am in the morning and after 15 minutes of swiping and shooting random messages out, I got a typical boring one from this guy, Jake. He was 21 years old, just like me. Light hair, striking blue eyes, toned and nicely built from his profile pictures, Jake kept it very simple with his “Hey. How are you?”. Without much thought, I replied and told him I was honestly about to go to bed. Then, I receive from him, “aw you don’t want to hang out? ):”. Next thing I know, I’m giving him my address and he’s taking an uber over. Growing up with a strict religious upbringing, I never had the chance for sexual exploration with a partner until I moved out for college when I was 19. I always said I never understood casual sex. A year and an ex-boyfriend later, I’m bent at my knees and moaning for the cock of someone I met only 30 minutes ago. Read more »

Fucked on the table — [anal] [mf] [bdsm]

“On the table,” he said quietly. I obediently followed his instructions, climbing up and putting myself on all fours on the wooden table. He wanted to fuck me on a stage? That wasn’t too unusual. I thrust my ass out in the air as he came up behind me, my asshole and pussy open wide to receive him. I was determined to give him the best fucking of his life.
Slap! The sound of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room and I gasped in pain. My left ass cheek burned red-hot like it was on fire.
Slap! I let out a little squeak. Now my right ass cheek was hit, and it burned even more painfully than the first.
“Is there a problem?” Rothman asked pleasantly, caressing my burning ass.
“No,” I grunted, trying to ignore the pain of his spanking.
“Good.” Slap! Slap! Slap! Three spanks in swift procession, alternating from one cheek to the other. He spanked me hard and the pain only worsened; but after maybe ten or eleven I felt a little rush of pleasure mixed in with it. My body shuddered with every slap and my pussy began to get wetter and wetter the longer the spanking went on.
“You are the only…” Slap! “girl in the office…” Slap! “for me to fuck today…” Slap! He grunted in between spanking. “I’m going to…” Slap! “make you…” Slap! “scream!”
I let out a short moan in response, and as if he was waiting for it, he ceased his spanking. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked. I nodded slowly, my pussy so wet I was almost dripping onto the table.
“Your ass is a nice cherry red now.” He paused. “What was your name?” he considered this for a moment. “I suppose it doesn’t matter.” Now it was time; he was going to plow my asshole or my pussy, whichever one didn’t matter. It was almost over.
Rothman climbed up onto the table and positioned himself behind me. I heard him unzip his pants and mentally prepared myself for a rough fuck. Something found its way into my asshole; I frowned in surprise—it was tiny. It couldn’t have been his cock. All of a sudden a second something joined the first. I knew then what it was—it wasn’t his cock, it was his fingers.
“Not incredibly tight, as assholes go,” Rothman said softly. A third finger poked its way in, more girth than I usually felt. A good anal session was unlikely to arouse me usually; I had been fucked in the ass more times than I could count, so it was kind of ordinary for me. But when he inserted his fourth finger in I felt myself squirm in pleasure. I hadn’t been properly stretched for a long time now.
“You like that, don’t you? We’re only just getting started.” Rothman shoved his thumb in next, and his entire hand followed. I moaned in pleasure, but still he wasn’t done. He hand closed itself into a fist inside my ass, pushing against the walls of my anus so hard that I moaned even louder. With his entire fist in my asshole he placed his free hand above my ass and began to thrust in and out. Slow at first, then building up momentum, he began to fist me with all his strength.
I squealed. I couldn’t help it—it slipped out. It was high pitched and loud, and the fisting slowed for a moment, to my relief; then it sped up again faster than before!
I had never been fisted like this in my life. I couldn’t take it—my pussy was wet, my knees were wobbling, my mouth was open in a constant moan. I put my head against the cool table and closed my eyes, riding the pleasure and pain.
All of a sudden something entered my pussy. It felt beyond good; it was orgasmic. With a fist in my asshole and a cock in my pussy I climaxed hard and screamed in pleasure. Rothman wasn’t finished; he didn’t cum straight away, but pounded me until I orgasmed again, then released his sticky load into my cunt. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked as hard as humanly possible; never in my life had I felt anything like it.