Please Stop Ruining Stories

This is more of a rant than a story but it is one with a simple message: stop fucking ruining people's stories!

I have just come back to read this story from yesterday only to find it has been taken down because the comments made the OP feel abused. I'm pretty pissed off at this because it was one of the better stories I've seen on this thread and was actually well written for a change.

Why do people feel the need to pass judgement or tell other people how to live their lives and what makes you guys think you have the right to do that in the first place?

Everyone is entitled to their opinion of course but if it's just going to be a negative one then why not keep it to yourself? A thread like this is bound to have stories of infidelity and cheating etc, if you don't like that then maybe you shouldn't be reading in the first place.

Mods maybe you should update the rules to incorporate some kind of protection for those who post stories so they don't end up feeling so bad that they take their stories down.

Bondage play at the club, group, [FFM]

I'm Tom and in a non-monogamous relationship. Other than that a normal guy with a normal job. I like writing about my experiences so (a) people know that a normal guy can have crazy sex and (b) because it turns me on knowing that you are reading this ;-)

For more about me see my previous stories: https://redd.it/1euujl https://redd.it/1glu4c https://redd.it/1goejp

Anyway, this event took place at another one of the parties I described in a previous story. It's a great venue with lots of friendly sexy people. This time I was there with Leah. We had been dating for about 4 months at that point. She's super sexy. About 5'8, pale skin, and lots of freckles. Slender build with small firm breasts and pink, perky nipples. Quiet personality but always a big smile. Leah is also in an open relationship and married to a friend of mine, but that's another story.

The evening got started perfectly. We drove to the city, had a delicious dinner at a Thai restaurant and then spent some time relaxing at a Russian Bath House. It's clothing optional with lots of hot pools (although no sexual activity allowed). Feeling clean and calm we headed over to the club. We had both been there before and first made the rounds greeting friends but it didn't take us long at all to find our way to the dungeon room.

My First Time Having Sex in Public. (m/f)

I've never considered myself much of a writer, but I figured I should contribute to this sub since I visit it so often. My sex life has been waning in recent years, but it was pretty exciting for the majority of my adult life. Maybe I'll post more if this goes well. Feel free to comment, I'm genuinely interested in what people think.

Background: All through high school, and Bailey and I were close friends. She was about 5'5”, pale as can be, and though I dont know the specific size, she had the largest breasts I have ever had the pleasure of pleasuring. Her face always reminded me of Kate Winslet, but with a deep purple bob cut. She definitely played to the 20's flapper girl type of fashion, which I loved. All of that being said, my intense attraction to her was by far more mental. We were both huge geeks, and aside from obvious nerdy fair, we would spend hours and hours talking about religions, politics, philosophy. It was clear that there was a mutual attraction from day one, but being young in high school, we never pursued it beyond friendship.

Some new years party fun with a new friend (m)(f)

My wife Anna and I decided to attend a new years eve party with some friends. We have a very open relationship, and there were 2 women attending that I had played with previously. Given the hosts of the party were experienced swingers, we were prepared to hang out or hook up if the opportunity arose. We arrived and the massive top floor condo was already full of 20 people or so. Most of them I knew or at least knew of, so we spent the first little while having a drink and making the rounds getting to know some of those we had never met. I headed into the entertainment room to play some video games with some of the guys (I know, stupid move) and my wife went somewhere with the girls. They get crazy when they drink even if they aren't drunk, so usually i just let her do her thing.

NOT a sex story, a story of what ifs and characteristics of a shitty person (me)…

So to start of with, this is my second gonewild (not really) story. As I said in the title, I know I am a shitty person for even having thoughts like this, but hey I thought I would share it with yall and write something interesting, plus this is a throwaway anyways. So clearly I have no one else really to talk to about this, so you guys can comment whatever you like, or whatever you want to share. So basically I am just gonna let you know who these girls are and what I feel towards them. I have alot of gonewild stories of Taylor, and I will write a couple later, and yes they will involve actual sexual stuff.

Freshman Adventures: Spring Break

Spring Break is, ideally, a gigantic powwow of not-yet-adults baring their bodies and rubbing their skin together as it drips with clear ocean water like they are in a Gatorade commercial (and maybe they are), while muffled hip hop surrounds their souls like an ecstatic Stockholm Syndrome and colors flash in the sunlight that never goes away and beer cascades through the air in slow-motion.

But that isn’t what my spring break was, exactly. By the time my bud Dirk and I arrived at the beach in Miami, large swaths of it were closed off, most people had packed up and left, and it was colder than you’d ever think, all because our college lets out for spring about a week and a half later than everywhere else. By the time we got to the beach, we just stood there, staring. Dirk said; “Let’s go to the hotel.” We did, and we slept.

That time I tried anal (m/f)

Hi everyone! I'm back after a few months of being a total whore. A LOT has happened since my last post, so I thought I would pop back in now and then and share some of the happenings. (:

I'd been sleeping with this guy I met on RAOM (Random Acts of Muff Dive). He posted an ad, I responded, and within a few days of talking he was in my bed and between my legs. The voracity in which he ate my pussy was unparalleled by anyone I'd met before. We began fucking a few nights after that, and it has been some of the most fulfilling sexual experiences I've had. We are strictly platonic, and we are very well aware of each other's situations and there is a true level of mutual trust and respect there.

After playing around for a few weeks, he told me he was going to be out of town for an extended business trip. I thought this was a great opportunity to ask for what I've been wanting: anal. He had fingered my ass before, and had rimmed me, too. But neither of us ever really pushed the issue. I texted him and said "so maybe you could fuck me up the ass before you leave? It might be a nice send off, you cumming up my ass and then heading out ;)" he responded with a resounding "fuck yes" and we began talking about how he would go about shoving his cock up my ass.

[M26]et and old [F21]riend at the pub

A few years ago I (m26) had recently split from a long term gf, we had moved into a flat together and as a result of the split she had moved back to her folks and I was on my own. I had a few weekends out with mates to get over that and had people back to my flat for the ubiquitous recently single parties where I had rediscovered the joys of no strings sex, drink and drugs. I was just about over this and wanting to return to normal and thought I would spend an weekend back at the parents in a nearby town just to catch up and reground myself.

I drove to my old local, I had worked there though uni from 19 to 22 and knew all the regulars and older staff pretty well then and lo and behold, nothing had changed too much, some of the older guys had moved on but mostly same old faces same old stools. I bought a few drinks, they were happy I remembered their orders and good time was had by all. Just as I was heading home I noticed a girl I used to work with, she was a bit of a clichéd “little sister” to me when I worked as she was just 16 and a waitress in the restaurant, I had to defender her honour a few times with the drunks and kicked a few regulars out for the night for getting a bit inappropriate. I used to drive her home after her our shift and made sure she got home safe.

(M)y second time with a (T)rans girl

This is a follow-up to my first story. Still a true story, so I apologize in advance if something is less than sensational. This one is a bit longer though.

I left my friend's birthday party in a fog. I had just had the most amazing sexual experience with a trans girl I had met at the party. It was something so unexpected, both for the fact that it happened and because I had never thought of doing anything like that before. Don't get me wrong…I had no hangups about it. No regrets or anything like that. I was just in this stupor from how awesome it was.

I went home that night and couldn't keep the night from replaying over and over in my head. And yeah, I rubbed one out thinking about it. I was still so hot over the situation.

Before we left the party, I got Claudia's number. I definitely wanted to see her again, but also was trying to play it a little cool by giving it a day or two before calling her. The party was on a Saturday and by Tuesday, I couldn't wait any longer and gave her a call. It was a bit awkward because I was thinking the whole time "hey, you remember Saturday when we banged like there was no tomorrow? Yeah, I want to do that again." To her credit, she was really easy to talk to and seemed eager to meet up again.

My (F)irst time with (M)y ex’s best friend

Background: I am 5'4, nice small breasts and an ass that won’t quit. Blond pixie cut, gray eyes, and dick-sucking lips. He’s about 5'8, 7 inches and thick. Foot long mohawk, hazel eyes, and strong, calloused man hands.

I met him about a year ago, when I was still with my ex. In fact, Alex was his best friend. The three of us would routinely go to punk rock shows and binge out on fast food afterwards. After my ex and I broke up, Alex and I stopped talking.

I moved across town recently, and now I live just one mile away from him. We start talking casually about jamming, then somehow it works into talking about his girlfriend at the time. She keeps cheating on him, sending him pictures of it and telling him all about her sexcapades. Which I mean, would be fine if he were into cucking.

“I need to leave her, Andi. But I want to hurt her, first. Like she’s hurt me.” Here’s my in, I think. “With me?”

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