Listened to Ex Fking New BF

Here's my story. Anyone similar?

I'm not really a cuck in that I want to be submissive while some guy cums in my woman and clean her out and shit. But my ex did cheat on me with another guy. He is younger and a very good looking in shape guy with a better job. I'm not terrible looking, but am pretty much bald with an average body. He is a pharmacist making over $100k and I make less than 40k doing factory work. She revealed the affair and said she was sorry but was looking for someone with a better job and better looking (ouch!) when I pressed her on why she did it. She wanted me out of the house understandably (it was her house), but I asked her if I could stay at least until I had enough money to move out and could find another job. She reluctantly agreed and I moved into the basement. Shortly thereafter, he moved in part time even though he had his own place. Awkward to say the least. She just wanted me out of there, and I felt like such a loser with him there. At night, I could hear them fuck even though I was in the basement. I couldn't help but think they were putting on a show… she never screamed like that with me.

In the cemetery [mf, light bondage]

The burnt fir scent of the air froze on our lips. The moon hung itself ominously on a black backdrop as we trudged through the wet grass and cracking headstones in a derelict cemetery. You were solemn and serious as you lead me to a haunting hollow open tomb, all grey and ancient at the edge of the mass of burial plots.

You had told me to be silent so I didn't say a word but my heart was pounding as you lead me into chilled darkness. I wore an old fashioned lacey white nightgown with your jacket over my shoulders and white lace thigh high stockings with a pale pink garter. I was a sexy apparition, of course.

My rose blushing nipples showed through the thin bodice and the skirt was thin as a veil, but my skin felt hot with rushing blood as you pressed me abruptly against the rough cement wall and let your hand trace my lines in the dark.

I could see nothing, could smell only damp, could feel your breath warm like a furnace, your fingers tracing chilled bumps onto my skin.

That time I watched hi[m] [f]uck my dream girl and I learned size matters

This is a long, completely true, vaguely cuckold-y story from my college days at a large American university. It’s about how a small group of girls who I hung out with a lot proved to me that size matters. I’ve changed the names for obvious reasons, but every detail is as accurate as possible. I made up things like measurements, because obviously there wasn’t a fucking ruler lying around every second, but I consider myself a pretty decent judge of breast and penis size just from having a ton of experience with both. (I’ve been with dozens of women, and I’m one of those over-the-top critique-ers of dick pics on the internet who knows Mandingo is really only like 9.5” long at best.) So there you go, read on if you want to know my story.

 

 

Back when I was in college, I had a close girl friend named Nicole. To be honest, I was friend zoned by her. She had an interest in me, briefly, but I pursued it too hard – which is very unlike me – and I pretty much lost my chance. I lost it completely when she became enamored with the male subject of this story.

The most cum and biggest balls (so far)

I forget when exactly this happened, but I remember it happened during the spring semester of 2015 near the end. Probably in April or May. Anyway, I was at a party with my friends and some of their guy friends. I remember talking about guy's balls and the amount of cum they shoot. One of the guys insisted that the bigger the balls, the more cum. I was disagreeing with him as there have been some small balls that I've seen shoot what seemed like a lot.

Anyway, we ended up going back to his dorm with his roommate. When we got to his dorm, his roommate turned on the tv and passed out almost immediately. The guy turned the tv down a little and took me into his bedroom.

Once we were in his bedroom, we started making out. After a few minutes, he told me that he wanted to show me that the bigger balls, the more cum there is. I said, "Ah, so that's why you're so insistent that big balls mean a lot of cum. Well, show me how big they are". He told me to get on my knees, so I got down in front of him, ready to start sucking his dick. He unzipped his shorts and pulled them down, along with his boxers.

The time [m]y girl[f]riend was horny all day at work and almost gave me her anal virginity when she got home.

***** Background *****

Posting from my girlfriends account, because I don't have my own (NSFW) one. She doesn't know I'm going to post it, but I'm sure she will enjoy reading it later. Yesterday was one of those days my girlfriend just had cock on the brain all day (its really been like 3 days in a row now, I'm not sure what's got her this sexed up. Might be one of these book series she's reading.)

Anyways, amongst co-workers and friends, my girlfriend often comes off as being the bubbly, sweet and somewhat innocent girl. At the very least, if you met her you wouldn't think she was just dripping sex. Luckily there is another side to her. The side where sometimes she cant stop thinking about cock and makes me fuck her three times in a day. The times when she is so horny she can barely speak to me without starting to make out with me on the couch. She is what people generally refer to as a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.

20 [F4M] Erotic Story Gets Me So WET!!!! <3

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In the following free erotic story, a couple must find a way to pass the time when a snow storm knocks out the power…

Power Out Erotica

As he flicked aimlessly through TV programs, she looked at her phone again and sighed. It had been silly to order in with the snow as bad as it was, but they had already eaten the last of anything shy of its expiry date from the fridge.

Her phone pinged. An apology from the restaurant, their dinner would be another 40 minutes. Sighing again, she turned and watched his blank face as he flicked, paused, flicked, paused through the channels. With dark features and strong brow, it seemed like he was deeply considering whether to watch sport fishing or the Christmas episode of Friends.

And then silence. The blue glow of the screen that had been lighting the room went dark, as did the porch light outside.

‘Oh for fuck’s…’ She got up and looked through the window at the dark houses along their laneway.

From behind her came a yellow glow and she turned to see him holding a single candle in a glass holder.

[Strange Request] My non-sexual Turn On

[M(19)4F] I've been looking for a place to discuss a very strange non-sexual turn on of mine, and since any kind of turn ons are welcome here, I thought I'd give it a shot. And yes, I know how strange of a turn on this is- it's just a matter of looking for a way to satisfy it/ someone willing to when it's very one-sided; I've recently finally opened about it because I feel like I'm at the age where I should come to terms with it. Long story short, a woman cleaning is a turn on for me, but not in a sexual way; ex cleaning up a spot (table,dishes,floor,etc.). Something I've found out to help are short-long writings about an example, and the more detailed and descriptive the better. It is a very strange and specific request; I can go into a lot more specifics, but I want to make sure if this is an impossible request or not. I'm sorry if this is a weird/hard read, any feedback, or advice for that matter, would be greatly appreciated. Also, if anyone knows of a better place to ask this, if there is one, please let me know.

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On an airplane fantasizing about the woman behind me across the aisle and to my left [m]

I created a new account to post this! I masturbated on the plane the other day, in my seat on a two-hour ride.

It was an evening flight, and the cabin lights were turned out. No one was paying attention, though I fantasized that the person in the row behind me across the aisle and to my left noticed my rapid arm movements. The exhibitionist part me of me fantasized that they saw me.

You see, I had an aisle seat and I had to be careful even though it was dark. The person next to me was always either half asleep or watching the media screen on the seat in front of them. And in the same row across the aisle, the woman was either looking at her mp3-player or look forward.

But the person behind me and to my left across the aisle, she would have been the one most likely to notice, not including anyone walking by. No one really walked by except the two flight attendants, and i was mostly always aware where they were, so if they were somewhere in the back of the plane I knew i had to be extra careful until they past me again where I could keep an eye on them at the front.

How I had my first threesome (MFF)

This one happened this past weekend. A little backstory and then the good stuff.

I had been in a relationship with an amazing girl for a few months now, and she was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman. Recently our sex life had been getting a little stale for a few reasons. I've been out of shape, she'd gained close to 30 pounds since we'd gotten together and had lost some of her physical appeal, and sex seemed more like a chore than an enjoyable experience with her. It's mostly my fault, admittedly, but I was having problems finding my sex drive with her. I'd been working on it though. Got a gym membership and started working on my cardio, getting my blood flow back up, and I've been doing a lot better about initiating sex with her. But she was still having confidence issues about it all and started suspecting I was getting some on the side.

I wasn't. I've been diligently faithful to this girl from the start.

A “goodbye” to remeber [MF][Oral].

It was another late day, as Max walked out of work, he sighed. He felt like he hadn't had a day off in weeks, and worse, when he did have some spare time, he had no one to hang out with. His friends seemed to just feel distant, never seeming to care if he texted them, came over, or simply worked for seven days straight. He had no love life, no one even seemed interested in him. Work was is his life. And he hated life. Sure, it had its moments of fulfillment or even 'happiness', but that was the 1%, and he could not live off 1%.

As he crossed the parking lot, he noticed Arlene was standing by her car, alone, seemingly waiting for a ride. Life was his work, so naturally his coworkers were his source of socializing. He walked over, eventually it became apparent to her that Max was coming towards her, and not his car. They had known each other only a short amount of time, she was new and Max was quite the veteran in the field.