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Last night we (f)ucked up (long) [m/f]

A bit of context: I've been dating my wonderful boyfriend since April. The sex was amazing right off the bat and has only gotten better and better. We've gotten to experimenting with some new things and recently discovered that I like butt stuff.

So we're snuggling on the couch when he suggests that I put one of my buttplugs in. I am more than happy to oblige and soon he's teasing me a little by pushing on it, stroking my thighs, etc. We take it to the bedroom where he continues to push on the plug, but a little harder, and I'm loving it and he's getting into it and all of a sudden–

schloop

— he (unknowingly) pushes the plug all the way in. And I mean, it's up there really good. And it's not in there straight, because that would be too easy and painless. No, it somehow got jammed up in there diagonally. So I jump up and run to the bathroom with no other explanation than "OhGodOhGodOhGod", each step more painful than the last. He realizes what's happened and is freaking out right along with me, standing in the doorway as I'm in the throes of a panic attack, adrenaline rushing, legs shaking, three fingers jammed up my asshole desperately trying to dig the thing out, and… Read more »

Loving Anal (f)or (M)y birthday. [Long]

Details changed slightly, written with omniscient narrator POV. Hope you enjoy my re-telling as much as I enjoyed the actual encounter!

In her mind, nervousness mixed with excitement and self-consciousness as he poured the oil out on his hands. Her skin was already slick with previous applications, and while she liked the feeling of his large warm hands easily gliding across her, she still couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Perhaps even a little silly, especially in this position. She giggled as she thought about all the girls in the class doing "happy baby" next to her, and knew that the next time she did this in class, her mind would come back to this moment. Feet up in the air with hands grabbing toes, her naked torso slick with oil; Her vagina and, even more naughty, her ass on complete display for her man at the end of the bed. She still didn't feel comfortable in this position, but oh, the way he looked at her when she did it made her want to pull him in for a deep kiss. Read more »

Fun rough sex

This happened about 4 years ago with an ex girlfriend of mine.

To give you some background at the time I was 26 and she was 23. We both really enjoyed working out so as such were very fit. She was on the shorter side- around 5'2" with lighter green eyes and dark brown hair and around 110lbs. She was very lean but still had a shape to her. I am 5'10" athletically built with a solid chest and shoulders. Back then I had quite ripped abs….not so much anymore unfortunately.

Anyways, one night we were having dinner and of course a few glasses of wine. We had been dating for about 4 months at the point so we're getting pretty open with each other.

Being young, fit and relatively new to each other our conversations often turned to sex and this night was no different. We started sharing our fantasies and discussion what we both had always wanted to do sexually etc. Her #1 ended up being to be tied up during sex. Mine was to share her with another guy in a mfm threesome. She started asking about that and we got away from hers. Read more »

meeting for the first time [MF] [First Person]

I'm disappointed because you can't come see me as we initially planned, and I'm trying to manage my feelings. I try to let myself feel the disappointment, temper it with rational thoughts. I'm concerned because negative feelings often turn to apathy, and I want to hold onto this. I don't want to tell you I'm disappointed because I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to care, and I don't know if you, like me, get weary when someone cares too quickly. As a compromise to myself, I jokingly say that we should meet in Havana instead, a throwback to my initial message to you. You say, "make it Kingston, and we'll take a puddle hopper." So we do, and you fly the plane. I don't know where or how the arrangements were made for the plane, but it's just me and you.

I'm fixated watching you push buttons and move levers on a dashboard that looks vast to me, but your movements seem effortless, like a musician at a piano. You're wearing cargo shorts, and I'm fighting the urge to slide my hand up your thigh. I want to feel your cock in my hand. I want to learn how to move my hand precisely to make it bulge. I want to see how my hand looks wrapped around it, whether my nail polish goes well against color of your skin. I want to watch droplets of cum form around the tip; and I'm biting my lip, thinking about licking those droplets off. Read more »

Lunch [M/F]

This is what I want you to imagine. Not that it will happen – I understand your desire to move slowly. But I’d like you to imagine that it could, what it might be like if it did.

Imagine that, when we meet for lunch, you’re dressed as I request – in a short, cotton dress, with black boyshorts and a black bra. Imagine that, as we sit across from each other in a booth, I ask you to slide a hand under the table, under your dress, under your panties, and into your cunt. Imagine that I ask you to produce your finger for me, so I can taste and smell your pussy. At the table. With my lunch.

And imagine that I send you off to the bathroom, to make yourself come. Imagine that I ask you to record the sound of your orgasm on your phone for me. And to come back to the table, your panties in your hand, to give to me. Read more »

Another visit to Miss Sable [MF] [ANAL] [ORAL]

"The Bonding" I always love to have her for a full day instead of just the night. I was half her age and I would love to treat her like a proper lady, so the first thing I would do is spoil her with gifts. I would like to have her dressed in a classy way, a black gown or a dress perhaps. I am a gentleman so when I meet her first, I would bring along with me a jewel encrusted butt plug and another plug for the pussy. I would be glad if she let me inspect her love holes and let me plug both the holes myself. And then once we head out of our room, I would love to take her around in the city and hangout at various places and finally take her to buy her a pair of heels of her choice. This is where I tell her, “I would really love to see you wear nothing but the heels.” She blushes. “I shall spoil you with drinks though (I really want to), but not to the point where you get drunk. I wouldn't want you to eat anything throughout the day though (because of obvious reasons)” I tell her. “I getting an idea what you have planned for me”. We talk about each other’s lives for the duration and get to know each other better. I would French kiss her at random times to tease her as I like to make sure her plugged holes get teased from time to time. Read more »

[M]eeting my hospital nurse while he’s o[f]f-duty.

I may have mentioned it before in one of my stories, but I'm a pretty…well, I'm sickly. I've been immune-compromised for about as long as I can remember because of a sickness I got when I was little, and I tend to get hospitalized rather frequently. I'm in an out of the hospital. The doctors and nurses there knew me from when I was little, and they're more of a family to me than my actual family. With mom and dad always gone, I'd come to know my surgeons, nurses, aids, and orderlies as the family I never had.

One of the nurses I grew up with was named Daniel. He was around 23 or 24, only a couple years older than I was. We met when I was five. He himself was being hospitalized as a cancer patient, while I was hanging around the visitors' waiting area because my grandma was getting her own check up. He'd snuck out of his room and we'd started playing – until his nurse ended up dragging him back to his room. From then on, I would visit the hospital more often, particularly his room, especially on weekends. He was like a brother to me. He'd help me study, we'd play together; he was one of the reasons why I wanted to be a doctor in the first place. Daniel finally left the hospital, cancer-free, when he was around fifteen. Thankfully they'd given him homeschooling (or hospital-schooling?) so he wasn't too far behind in school. Read more »

(M) wife watched me (f)uck the Latina of my dreams and then licked my cum off her pussy.

A few weeks ago my wife Anna and I had a get together at our friends Jackson and isabelle's house. They are another young couple and that my wife and I have had a couple of swinging experiences with. Needless to say we are close friends. We were planning to get together shoot off left over firework s from the 4th of July, barbecue, and have some drinks. About a dozen or so of us were there. 4 married couples and the rest single friends.

Everyone was congregated in the backyard grilling, sitting around eating and drinking while we waited for dusk in order to begin the fireworks. Anna and I split up as I grabbed a beer and headed over with the guys at the grill and she took a seat on a lawn chair with some of the ladies. About a half hour into the festivities I was chatting with a couple I had not yet met when Isabelle's closest friend Keri showed up. Keri is a stunning Latina with long dark hair, and skin. She is around 5'4" and curvy with a huge ass and modest B cup tits. Something about Latinas gets me and Keri is no exception. She had on cut off shorts that showed the bottom of her ass cheeks and a tight yellow shirt with a black bra on underneath. It was instant excitement when I saw her. Because Keri is so close to isabelle and is one of the very few people that know about my wife's swinging/open relationship. Anna had encouraged me to get Keri involved in our exploits before but I had no idea how she felt about it and left it alone. Read more »

That time I [f]ucked a Tinder guy whose profile only said “British.”

[NOTE: This is my first time posting here! Apologies in advance if my writing style is more rambling/bloggy than titillating; this entry is lifted directly from my diary. I just wanted to share one of my most fun sexual experiences with you all. Quick description of me, to make the story easier for you to picture: 25, Asian, tall, curvy, tan, long wavy black hair.]

Brendan's Tinder profile contained only one word: "British."

And I thought, "Why not?"

I've always found it dumb how Americans would fall for anything if it was said in a British accent, but I can't lie, I was intrigued. I'd never known or spoken to anyone British in my life before, much less fucked one.

To be fair, that wasn't the only reason. I only make decisions this risky when everything lines up exactly the right way. Were one of the following factors missing, I might not have responded to Brendan at all: Read more »

British.
Tall.
Blond.
Looked good in a suit.
Here on holiday.
Fancy hotel room.
Timing was convenient. I was going to be in DC dancing with my friends late into the night, and his hotel was fairly close by.