To start out, I used to coach a women's college sports team. To keep it private, I will say that it was a softball team. This one girl and I hit it off right away. She was a senior so 21-22 and I was 23. We had had sex a few times before, but we knew it was a bad idea so we stopped even communicating for a while. The season came and we were in Florida for a tournament. I had my own hotel room. The girl, we'll call her Sarah for now, texted me asking me what I was doing. When I told her I was just relaxing (we had games that day and the girls were all at the beach), I almost instantly heard a knock on my door. When I opened the door, there Sarah was. I let her in (probably not a good idea) and I jumped back on the bed. No sooner did I do this than a condom landed on my chest. Instincts took over right away and all of a sudden she was underneath me in just her bra and gym shorts. When she asked me what I wanted to do, I told her and within 30 seconds we were in reverse cowgirl. This girl was pretty good looking, not the hottest girl ever, but she had this tattoo on her chest that sort of wrapped back to her back and it was a huge turn on for me. When reverse cowgirl wasn't working for her, I flipped her over and took her from behind. She was just the right level of tight to make this incredible hot. I pulled her hair back (in was in a sloppy pony) and just enjoyed the ride. We would have sex a few more times but eventually I left the job (obviously) and we haven't talked since. I still think about her sometimes and how hot that time was.
[nosex] Living in a College Town
Note: No sex in this story.
I live in a small college town in upstate NY. My dog is adorably cute, and super friendly. Whenever I take her for a walk through the kitchsy downtown area, we get stopped every ten feet or so by people who want to pet her. Which is great, and she (the dog) loves it. But it does make a ten minute walk turn into an hour long affair. It's a pain in the ass, but it has fringe benefits.
In the late spring/early fall, downtown is populated by thousands of lovely coeds, many of whom are experiencing freedom from mommy's and daddy's rules for the first time. Nobody is there to yell "go back upstairs and don't come down until you're dressed like a proper young lady!" when they come down w/o a bra, or in too-tight jeans, or a top that shows a lot of cleavage. Even without my cute-as-heck dog, a walk downtown has some very nice scenery.
But WITH my puppy? It's a whole 'nuther game. Honestly, I'm mostly just out there for the dog. But is it MY fault that every college girl in a five-mile radius misses her own puppy back home and just HAS to stop and say hello to mine? And is it MY fault that they aren't wearing bras and their loose tank tops slip forward when they bend over to pet her? And is it MY fault that when they sit back on their heels to hug her, their micro-mini's hike up and reveal the fact that they aren't wearing panties?
To a voyeur, a college town and a dog add up to pure heaven. I like to bring a book and claim a table outside of the Starbucks. My puppy is a people magnet. She'll hang out near the sidewalk and make cute "hmmph!" sounds whenever people walk by. Girls stop, say "awwwww!" or make high-pitched squeals, and then rush over to hug/pet/scritch the doggie. Thinking I'm busy reading, they don't even notice as I stare intently at their breasts, usually completely exposed when their loose shirts fall forward. If they do, I just raise an eyebrow, smirk, and make it seem as if I'm mildly amused at their "wardrobe malfunction." Nine times out of ten, they'll just let it go and keep petting my dog. And since my dog never gets tired of the attention, the girls often stay there, tits dangling right in front of my face, for minutes at a time.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights around 10:30-11:30 are the best. That's when the sloppy drunk girls stagger out of the first bars they struck out in and stumble their way to the places where they'll find some standards-compromised young buck to take home to their dorm rooms. No bending over required. By then, they're in such deshabille that often they'll have a boob hanging out without even knowing about it. They'll get sloppy and maudlin, grabbing my (only too willing, the little furry whore) puppy around the neck and sobbing hysterically about how much they miss little Fluffy back home. All the while practically falling out of their shirts.
My favorite, though, is when one of the region's frequent sudden rainshowers hits. The awning of one of the many little coffee shops is a perfect place to sit at a little wrought-iron table and watch the impromptu wet t-shirt contest hustle by. After four years of college, you'd think that at least some of those girls would learn that May and September are the "wet" months around here. But they don't. They go out on an afternoon, braless in their cotton halter tops or thin t-shirts adorned with feminist slogans. And then when the deluge arrives, they huddle under the awnings next to me and adore my little dog while I adore the puffy stiff nipples attempting to poke through their tops.
Yep, it's wonderful living in a college town. Lots of culture. Plenty of trendy bohemian shops. Great night life. And untold thousands of loosely-dressed coeds with no shame just walking around for your viewing pleasure. Forget nursing homes. When I'm 90, just prop me up at a table at one of the local coffee shops and give me a cute puppy for the hot girls to come over and pet.
First FFM Threesome! and holy fuck its happening again tonight
Do you remember what you did last Saturday, August 8th?? I do and will never forget, it was the night that my wife proved to be such a rare and incredible woman that she opened the door to a FMF threesome with a former lover of mine, and we all stepped through that door eagerly with huge smiles on our faces. I’m such a lucky man to have both Wifey and Cupcake in my life.
A first threesome for all of us, and first time each of them was intimate with a woman. And tonight, THIS very night as I post this experience, a week later, we’re getting together for round 2. I’m completely on edge. A little different this time in that its planned, and they’ve been wet with anticipation the last two days. But I digress, back to the first time…
I had no idea the threesome was going to happen, Wifey surprising me in the moment. We were watching a cover band, outdoor bar and it was a beautiful summer night. Things had been going great with wifey. Recently having turned our relationship for the better, we were talking more, sharing more, and I feel like we’re on the same team (which hasn’t always been the case). Open and honest with each other, sharing fantasies and being accepting of hers as she was mine.
the night I put on a show for my roommate (MFF)
My roommate Erin is a cute little lesbian. She's like 5'2", blonde, nice b tits and a fat ass. She constantly drives me crazy by walking around the house in her underwear. We have a good friendship though, and we talk about sex a lot. She mentioned one time that she has a fantasy for watching a straight couple fuck. Yup. Onward.
Fucked the young milf who sucked me off for fitting a washing machine
Here is the first part of the story
After the amazing blowjob from Amy we had been sexting back an forth by the time the weekend arrived I was dying to get round there and fuck her brains out!
So friday night arrives, I get to her house for 8ish, when I knock on she let me in but was hiding behind the door. as soon as the door was closed I saw why! Amy was wearing the hottest outfit , she had stockings an suspenders on, no knickers, with a red an black corset that her tits were just pouring out of, her hair done in pig tails ! She looking fucking smoking an my cock already starting to twitch at the mere sight of her.
Affairs of a Life – I Begin Losing Control
It had been a beautiful Midwest fall day. Jack and I spent the day at a car show with our 1965 Mustang, meeting many fellow car buffs. While in very nice condition, mine was not a show car, but rather a "driver", because I got it on the road as often as I could.
We were heading to the airport, as Jack had an early Monday morning business meeting on the east coast. Stopping at the departure area, we hopped out of the car, he grabbed his bag from the trunk and kissed me on the cheek.
"Goodbye Laine, don't forget to pick me up Tuesday!"
As I left the airport for the 45 minute drive to our home in the country, my mind started thinking back to the recent past. A virgin when we married at twenty, and totally faithful until thirty, I found myself thirty two years old, and had been with three different men in the past year and a half. I am not proud — that's just how it happened.
(F)un Craigslist hook up turned into FWB for (M)e
I love this community and thought I would try and give back with one of my own personal experiences. It's late and I'm not much of a writer so I hope this can only come close to being as good as some of the stories I've read on here. I've met with a good amount of people from Craigslist and other places strictly just for sex but this was one of the best experiences I was lucky enough to have.
I was sitting at home studying for a big exam the following day feeling horny as ever. I couldn't concentrate sitting at my desk and I really needed to get off so I could focus. I had been single for a few months after being engaged and even in those final months with her, there was no sex. With how long it had been, I knew that tonight of all nights, my right hand was not going to satisfy me.
The story of how I became his naughty slut [f/m] PART 2
Part 1 here (Thanks for the awesome comments!)
(sorry for bad grammar or weird phrasing, english is not my first language)
When we met (in my hometown) I was moving back after a few years abroad, but to a city on the other side of the country. We kept texting but a few months past until I came back to my hometown to visit my family.
Meeting up [f]or a rando[m] act of blowjob. Thanks reddit.
Bare with me, because I am not the best writer.
I made a post on raob (you should check it out the next time you need a fix) and my inbox got flooded with messages. I finally found one guy I wouldn't mind meeting up with. Tall, slightly athletic, and a perfect smile. For your imagery, i'm short, a little curvy, short brown hair, a great rack (DD) and ass to match.
Flash forward a week of texting back and forth. It's the evening and all I can think about is having a hard, throbbing cock in my mouth. It's distracting. I mention this to him as he's about to go to sleep, to which he quickly responds he could stay up a little later if I wanted to come over. I leaped at the opportunity.
The night I didn’t plan to try BDSM or have sex with a woman (Part Two) (MFFM & Dom)
I watched the woman writhe and moan under the Dom's ministrations. It was startling to watch what he was doing, but I could tell he was very skilled. Soon afterwards they were finished, he helped her down off the cross (words I can't say I ever thought I would write), people applauded, and off she went.
He came over to me. We laughed about meeting at the gangbang night without even realizing (we met during the whipped cream licking competition). We chatted as if I wasn't standing in from of him almost naked and he didn't have a whip in his hand.
Then he asked me if I wanted to get on the cross. I must have looked terrified so he walked me over to the big bag he had on an ottoman and showed me a few things.
Knowing about my bad experience with the Dom at the gangbang night, he explained that in these situations, it's the Sub that has all the power. He told me he would start slow and gentle and be constantly checking in with me to see how I was doing. He told me I could use three words – Yellow to say I was reaching my limit, Red to say I was at my limit, and a third word (unique to people from my area) which means stop immediately.