She answered my ad for a pen-pal in casual encounters cautiously…just a one-line answer, but it sounded real, the grammar was correct, and so I gave it a shot. Within a few intelligent-sounding e-mails, she confessed she was a lesbian in a serious relationship with a recent, new-found obsession with cock. I of course assumed she was fake, and immediately stated so, giving a legitimate explanation of the usual fakes I deal with on craigslist. I asked for voice verification. I got it. She was real. She went into detail about what she saw as a completely primal, instinctive, biological obsession she was having with cock. Perhaps it was her complete lack of experience with it, mixed with her biological desire to use her parts in ways they are biologically supposed to be used, which spurred this extreme curiosity on. Whatever it was, I was happy to oblige discussing fantasies with someone so eager to be led into a new-to-them world.
Tied to a chair and teased – part 2 – F/mf – True – Bondage
Stacy had won a bet and the result was myself tied to a chair, groaning from being denied an orgasm at the last moment while Stacy, in sexy lingerie smirked at me and the girl, Stacy's slave, watched from the bed naked.
Stacy went over to her toy box, and came back with a thick opaque scarf. I watched, knowing, as she walked back, then walked around me and out of my vision. Then the scarf descended onto my eyes and I was blind folded. Her fingers fished into my mouth and pulled out the soaked panties. "Boy," she said, "no speaking at all without permission." She waited a bit and then, her mouth right next to my ear suddenly, hot breath on me, "except my safe word of course." Then she nipped my ear lightly and I felt her move away.
"Pet," Stacy said, "help me."
The Visit
This is my first post here, but this was a weekend of some of the best sex of my life, so I felt the need to share. Let me start off with some background. If you want to skip this, jump to the part where it says The Visit.
Happy Halloween [F/M]
I didn't even want to go to the party at first… boy I'm glad my roommate talked me into it. I hadn't picked out a Halloween costume that year, so I borrowed one form a friend about my size – Harley Quinn from the batman cartoon (not the new Hot Topic Harley, this was before that character existed). My friend is I guess slightly smaller in the chest and hips than I am, so the outfit clung to me, accentuating my curves.
I was at the corner of the party, drinking punch, not really feeling the scene when he walked in. Dressed as the Joker, and well over 6 feet tall. I couldn't really make out much of his face because of the make up (and it didn't occur to me until later that he probably couldn't see mine because of the make up and mask) but something about him drew me to him. I walked over, did my best to sound cutesy and made a joke about us matching.
He just kind of nodded. For some reason (maybe it was the tequila we pregamed with earlier or the vodka in the punch) I found that really hot.
Nightclub [MF] [Exh] True story
So I've been wanting to share this with someone for a while now, but my friends are mostly reserved and I like writing, so here goes…
Laser lights flicker on and off.
I sit watching each light. Majestic. Powerful. Important. What would that feel like?
I bop my head in time with the beat, but the nausea and dizziness it was causing quickly put an end to that habit.
Raising my right arm and leaning on a wooden side rest, I push hard into the grain and stumble to the nearest table. "Oh my god! Disgusting, get the bouncer" A sexy blonde whines as she backs toward her towering man friend. Playing hard to get, she doesn’t know me for the player I was born to be.
I give her the drunken smile worthy of an Instagram selfie, her frown deepens as she clings to his arm.
Shit, maybe not. I gotta get the fuck outta here
People were forever moving, shaking hands and cheersing cups. Groan. Through the hustle & bustle I spot an empty bench, the kind you'd find in a 24/7 diner, to me it was the only thing that mattered in my life.
The Party [M]IL[F]
So last Friday I went to a party with a friend/coworker, I hadn't met many of these people before so it was awkward at first. I was making friends pretty quickly despite the fact that I am much younger (23) than the majority (early 30s) of the group and a few even have kids. The kids were having their own party in the backyard while the parents hung out on the porch and in the living room.
Angie was one of those moms, she was attractive, about 5'7", average build, not lean but not fat… that perfect in between that gives you something to squeeze (as I would later find out), brunette, DDs that filled out a not too revealing blouse, but was enough to show them off. She was wearing a loose skirt that came down to the knee, her legs looked great whenever the skirt revealed them.
I'm an ok looking guy, all-around average, I was a swimmer in high school and I still have some residual muscle definition after 4 years of college. I'm about 6"1' with dark hair.
Halloween sex [MF]
I've hooked up with four different girls either on Halloween or the weekend before. So that's four times I've fucked a girl while in a sexy Halloween costume. This is the story of the French maid.
House party on Halloween, 2007. Maybe 40 people there and the guy throwing the party had announced beforehand that there would be three prizes for sexiest costume, so there were lots of girls dressed up really sexy. One guy was dressed as "Dick in a Box" Justin Timberlake and he would occasionally disappear to a bedroom with a few of the girls. Word around the party was he had a massive 9 inch cock and was showing it off. I talked to him during the hottest costume awards and he said three girls had already sucked his cock and one of them just made him cum. I asked which one and he said "The french maid…she's amazing. She swallowed it all too cuz she didn't want cum on her outfit."
When sexual universes collide [m/f]
Throughout my life I've had a few wild sexual experiences. I'm a quality man over quantity, so this isn't about notches on a belt or marks on a wall. This is just what I've experienced in my years that I like to call sexual adventures. Remembering who you experienced these adventures with is always the most rewarding part when I reminisce on them. This is a tale of one of those adventures.
You've got a lot of time to think and build up sexual frustration when you are in an unfamiliar place, away from everything and everyone you've ever known. That is exactly what happened to me (22/M) spending one of the most adventurous summers of my life in Yellowstone National Park.
I was having the time of my life going on hair-raising hiking and climbing adventures among the snow-capped peaks that pepper Wyoming and Southern Montana, but, believe it or not, its not the best place to get pussy.
Tied to a chair and teased – part 1 – F/mf – True – Bondage
Stacy was wild. Too wild really, but at the time it was amazing. This is the story of a bet I lost with her.
Stacy was almost a cliche, the woman that has all the "male" traits. Obsessed with sports, sex and being tough. No one fucked Stacy, Stacy fucked them. Deep down though, Stacy loved being conquered. For years our sex life had been aggressive and a struggle. The general rule of thumb was that if I could beat her or overpower her, that I could do what I wanted. Betting was a key part of our sex life and so often her outlet for her submissive feelings.
We dated and fucked off and on for years. Had threesomes and what not, both refusing to define our relationship.
Things were different now though. Stacy at this point was officially my girlfriend and after years of a bizarre sex life had finally come to accept that she was submissive, or at least liked being submissive with me. I was, at the time, the only man she had ever been submissive with, she more often than not dominated, naturally, men and women she was with.
Rachel Joins. [MFF] [MFdom]
Witchy had just sent me another pic and text telling me the dirty things she wanted tonight. We had been talking and sexting all week. And I had promised her I was going to be up after work tonight to take her dancing. I had a little more fun planned this weekend. As soon as work was over I was showered and changed on my way to see her, with an extra bag from last time. Before leaving I sent her a text: "I have a surprise for you. Last week we only a small taste." Her mind would race with that.