When I lost the bet [f]

This is a true story when I lost a bet when I was in company with a group of friends.

Last year I was flatting with a group of four other girls. We all were attending the same university at the time each studying different subjects. Our house was one of two on the same property. The flat behind was occupied by 5 guys that were around the same age as us girls. There were 4 white guys who were kind and talked to us girls a lot, the last guy was a black guy who didnt say much but seemed nice enough. We had got to know them throughout the year through the close proximity of the houses. Whenever one house had a party we made the effort to invite the other flat around as well.

One night the guys invited us around to have some drinks to celebrate the end of the semester. Alcohol was flowing freely thanks to the endless drinking games the guys came up with. Within a couple of hours the rest of the girls were either passed out or had decided to go to bed. I was no lightweight so continued drinking with the guys for a little while longer. Read more »

Two [F]irst Times: Pleasure and Pain

I had a shared 'first time' for two experiences. It was the first time I had anal sex and then had my partner eat my pussy. I underestimated how painful anal sex would be; I knew nothing of how to make it better or how to prepare myself for it. My partner was equally unprepared, although he seemed to enjoy himself.

I remember all the care he took in making me comfortable, easing my head down to the bed, as he gently massaged my pussy. I remember getting wet for him, but not caring. I used to think it was an embarrassing thing to be so wet and disgusting. I remember him rubbing his hard cock between my legs and getting it drenched in all my juices. Feeling his cock against my clit made me so excited for what was to come. Read more »

An ode to my sexual encounters

Note About a year ago I read a post on this sub by a user who just described all of the sexual encounters in her life in rich and humane detail. None of the stories were particularly sensational but I found it incredibly erotic and intimate and vulnerable and real and super sexy. It really stuck with me; I still think about it now and then. I wrote my first post in this sub recently and it got a really encouraging reception, but it was one of the few truly sensational moments in my life. For a follow up post I thought it would be fun to pay an homage to that post (that I can't find anymore)!with my own sexual encounters. I have no idea if this is raunchy or sexy or interesting enough for this sub but I hope that reading about these will give you the same erotic vouueristic feel that I get from reading other people's everyday sexual encounters. Read more »

It started with a Pillow [FF]

Posted this before but took it off, now it's back. Just in case someone accuses me of stealing it haha

Have you ever been to those parties that are just…off. The party itself is fine, the people are fine (some even look fine), you even know some people there. It's just one of those nights where you didn't really want to go out, you just had to, whether it was because you forced yourself to not be antisocial, or your friends pushed you to do it, either way, it's just a night where you're surrounded, but feel alone.

That's how I felt on this particular Saturday night.

"Rose, what's wrong?" My friend Summer asked me between us visiting with groups of people.

I wanted to say, 'Well Summer, everything should be okay, I just had my sights set on sitting down today with a few sex toys and going at myself,something I've been planning for a while. Then taking a long bath, and watching movies until I pass out. But instead I let all of y'all drag me to my ex-girlfriend's house for a party.'

My real answer was, "Oh, nothing, just a little more tired than I realized I guess." Read more »

The Ritual: Part 1 [MF] [fantasy] sort of

Originally a starting post at /r/dirtypenpals, but no one bit. I figured I'd see what people here thought and if there's interest, continue it myself.

It started innocent enough. As an aspiring writer, with a well-reviewed but only mediocre selling first novel, and a handful of published short stories, I was researching for a novel about occult groups. I wasn’t planning on writing in the horror genre, but wanted to create a realistic depiction of occult groups. After reading a bunch online and at the local university library, I went to a nearby metaphysics and new age bookstore, where I picked up a few books (or codexes as the gentleman at the counter insisted on calling them) that claimed to include the secrets of the dark arts. Not exactly credible “primary sources,” but I figured it would at least give me some of the vernacular to enhance my own writing. Read more »

The Last Sex – and how it will make me come now

http://www.abbirode.com/2015/08/the-last-sex/

My pants are off before he gets there. I’m on the bed and half asleep, half watching TV. In less than 4 minutes I have even less clothes on but he is still almost fully clothed. His jeans are open, his cock is out. He is standing behind me and I am on all fours facing away from him. He has a condom on and I think he’s going to put two fingers in and then give me his cock. Of course I’m wrong. I partly knew I would be. The bed is a hotel bed, it’s high, the perfect height probably. He has his hands on my hips, gripping me but caressing me. I want him in me but he’s not moving. “Ask for it. Tell me you want my cock” ……. “Ask, for it” he says again, calmer, even more resolve in his tone. But I know he’ll have to make me. I push back a little, trying to see if I can catch the tip of it. I can’t. He holds me in place. Please – I know I barely whisper. “Oh I think you’ll need to do better than that” again he says with a menacing calm that makes my cunt ache with want. I look back at him over my shoulder, through my hair. And again I squeeze out an agonised, the very littlest please that I can manage. “Say it again, louder” and one of his hands moves from my hip to slide up my back, pushing me forward into the bed. My arse up, ready for him. I can’t take it, I need to feel him push his cock inside me. He’s won. I squirm under him and eventually it escapes my lips; Oh god please, please give it to me. I am angry saying the words, defiant. But we both know he’s won and I’ve gotten what I wanted. He’s not a masochist or a machine, how much longer was he going to be able to stand there with a primed cock and my glistening, swollen pussy inches from him. So he pushes into me, measured, controlled, rhythmic and satisfying. And I buck back against him so relieved to be filled. Read more »

A Visit from Tom [MF] [Mdom]

I park my car in your driveway, walk up to the door and knock. We’ve been chatting online for a few months and we’re about to finally meet. I’ve seen how all those subs are so excited that you’re paying attention to them, but I know you need more.

You open the door and even though I’ve described myself to you, you look a little surprised. I’m 6’ 2” and built like an athlete, with broad shoulders, a solid chest and powerful arms. I have short dark hair and a bit of stubble like I haven’t shaved for a few days, and I’m wearing jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and nice black shoes.

We step inside and you close the door, then you start to speak, “Hi Tom, I’m so excited to finally meet you,” you begin nervously.

“Shh.” I stop you. “You don’t need to speak, you just need to obey. Nod if you understand.” Read more »

On her knees

That feeling. The bed, rough carpet, or cold tile on her knees. Digging into the skin, leaving blossoms of red color. Complete and utter surrender to the other feeling coursing through her body. A scalding ripple moving outward to her toes and fingers. His hands warm and rough grip her hips, seemingly reshuffling with the rippling wave. Reaching for something? All he can focus on is his body joined with hers. Her physical mark of pleasure gathering at the base as a sticky, warm substance. The pace is deep, slow thrusts only sliding halfway before she catches her breath. He listens as it quickens, as dark polished fingers reach back and scrape along his thigh. She cums in a rush, a tightness of deep muscles. He thrusts faster, harder making her scream out the pleasure they both feel. She looks back at him and says, "don't stop." Arching her back, he grabs her throat fucking her without any thought. White noise. His own scalding ripple starts, faster chasing the high. He cums inside her, his balls pressed against her. White noise. They collapse in a sweaty blissful heap. Read more »

[FF BDSM] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part VII – A little tied up

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, tangled in my dress. I remembered kissing Chris goodnight in the cab, but it wasn’t until I was lathering up in the shower that I remembered the feelings of want and need during the ride, or how at home I felt resting in his arms. Then I remembered putting his dick in my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose and letting the water wash over me. “Two days as a woman, and I’m already a slut.”
But was I? I considered the evening in detail. At some point, I’d stopped worrying about keeping Chris interested in me for the sake of getting his help with my situation, or out of a need to pay him back for his kindnesses. I wasn’t sure when, but pretty early on I’d started having fun. Chris was charming and intelligent, and talking to him was fun and engaging.
I tried to think of the last date I’d been on that had been fun like that. Sure, I had a lot of “fun”, but that mostly consisted of finding a woman who was either drunk, desperate for attention, or just plain stupid, flashing her a smile, and taking her home to fuck her brains out. Talking for hours to someone romantically interested in me just didn’t happen in my old life.
Not old, I reminded myself. Suspended. Stolen. I was getting my body back, definitely. I had to. And sure, maybe things would be a little different. Maybe I’d look at some smarter women. But I would be me again, and long before I let this borrowed body change who I was.
I used more mouthwash than is usually wise and treated my hangover by choking down some coffee and toast, ignoring the minty aftertaste, then headed into the office. I’d realized that if I was going to keep my job, I’d need to get some things done in person. I’d sent messages ahead to HR letting them know I’d hired my “sister” as a personal assistant and that she would be coming up to get my files and sort things out. Read more »

The Time [M]y Girl[F]riend and I Got Kinky Before School

This was my senior year of high school. My girlfriend at the time was really into rough sex and also almost being caught.

One Monday morning before school I drove over to her house at about 5am. School started at 7:45am giving us just enough time to get freaky. So I sneak into her house and into her room without her family hearing (I knew where the spare key was hidden). I slip into her room and kiss her awake (She knew I was coming over in the morning but wasn't sure as to when). As she wakes up, she gets insatiably horny. She grabs me and begins to kiss me. I slip my hand into her pants and start to gently rub her clit. This does the trick and within minutes she's tensing up and cumming all over my hand. After she came she stripped herself and then myself down. I'm standing up next to the bed as she starts to blow me.

Right as she begins to deepthroat my dick, her dad knocks on the door to say goodbye before he goes to work. Fortunately I had locked the door when I entered. She begins to rub her clit at the prospect of being caught by her father all while still sucking on my cock. Read more »