I've long had a fantasy of licking cum off my wife's tits, face, wherever. I would definitely think about it when nearing the point of orgasm, but would never follow through after cumming. I never talked to her about this, which is the only fantasy I never mentioned to her. We hadn't had sex in a few weeks, so I was very horny. There was only a little foreplay, we ripped each other's clothes off. After about 5 minutes of missionary I thought about licking my cum off her tits and couldn't hold back. I came all over her tits and stomach before she was finished. So she started masturbating while I was kissing the left side of her that was untouched by my cum. She was in the throes of orgasm and I was still high from mine and I just went for it. I licked up a splotch and immediately kissed her hard. She knew what happened and it seemed like it sent her over the edge. Afterward it wasn't awkward at all, just another great time having sex. I'm hoping to throw this in once in a while, she definitely seemed to enjoy it.
My first spanking [m/f]
I had been comparing his cock to another all weekend, jokingly teasing him, implying that it didn’t measure up. “No, not at all, I practically forgot about you,” I immediately regretted my decision to be taunting when he asked me if I had missed him. The sweet, soft, sensuous kisses abruptly interrupted by the pushing force of his hand wrapped tight around my neck. “See, it’s when you say things like this; seems like you’re asking for trouble.” It came with the order to bend over the bed. He leaned in and scolded me, “You have been teasing me way too much lately.” My skirt was pulled down and his hand was smoothing down the curve of my ass when I realized what he was trying to do and shot up out of place. “Don’t spank me. I don’t like being punished. No one punishes me.” “That is exactly why you’ve been so bad lately. You need to be taught. Bend. Over.”
Cheating with my best female friend. I regret it, but I wouldn’t take it back. [M/F]
Sorry that this is INSANELY long, but this is more for me than it is for anyone reading, anyways :)
This happened quite a few years ago when I was 25. I had been dating my now wife for a year or so at the time. We would get married 4 years later. I've never told anyone this story until now. This happened with a friend a year older than me named Lindsey, who I don't think (hope) has told anyone either.
Aurora [MF] [Inc] [Drugs]
“Holy shit.” I said, looking up into the heavens. Above me were sheets of green floating in the sky. They folded gently as if they were waves crashing on the beach. Off to the west, a few spires of blue shot into the sky, tipped with white and shimmering brightly. A jet of pink slowly flowed into my vision from between the blue spires, inching its way south. Yellow tuffs softly bleated into and out of existence, mixing with the edges of the green sheets as though the green was covering and uncovering the yellow.
“I’ve never seen it this bright before,” my sister whispered from just left of me. We watched in silence for a few more minutes. The silence was only broken by the bubbling of the hot tub.
That gentle rumble was a nice match for the lightly-colored darkness around us. We had turned out the lights from her deck to sit and stare into the heavens. While the aurora offered enough light to make out the space just around us, in lots of wild colors, we couldn’t see anything further out, save for the outlines of dark mountains against the lights in the sky.
Testament of a male Maid of Honor who had sex with every Bridesmaid [m/f] part 4 FINAL
The fourth and final installment about true events that happened over three days in June.
My best friend asked me to be her maid of honor despite being a man. In the days leading up to the wedding I had flings with the wedding planner and two fellow bridesmaids (Links Below). This is the true story of how it happened.
As the male maid of honor I planned for everything. I'd never worn this hat before and intended to knock it out of the park. I'd also been treating the entire event like my own personal rumspringa. We weren't quite to the level where I was having some kind of sexual meltdown but I was obviously in uncharted territory. One. Two. Three. Counting in my head while refilling champagne flutes. One. Two. Three. The bridal party scattered amongst the room getting ready. I have had sex with three of the people in the room in the last twenty-four hours. The over dramatic Don Juan act was spinning in my head and it was deafening. What if they all decide they want to have sex with me again, right now? Shut up You fool and keep the bride calm.
[M/F] Erotic text I sent to the girl I’m seeing and she asked me to share, Pt. I
The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room.
[FM] An Entire Day Of Orgasm Denial
I recently met this insanely sexy and kinky ex-marine named Boe. We both had talked extensively about how much we loved building up an orgasm to the very brink… And then stopping completely. Over the last week we've been fucking like crazy, and both of us have used this technique on each other. The twice this week I had sucked him to his very limit right before I had to go to work. Both those night he had come home and banged me like a total animal. And I loved getting texts from him all day saying "oh fuck I'm so horny I can't think now!" Haha.
He also has been so wonderful at doing this to me. He's keeps going down until I'm about to to come a couple of times in a row each night. When I finally do come its been one of those 9.9 scale earthquake, oh fuck we woke all the neighbors type orgasm. So on Sunday we decided that we were just going to stay in bed all day and have sex. Oh I think it's really important to mention that I love bondage at this point. I have straps under my bed, I have a sex swings, rope, and every you can imagine at my place. Boe loves all of this stuff and decided to take advantage of it. So on Friday he made a list of all of the shit that I had, like did a inventory check pretty much haha. I wasn't sure why. Then he asked for everything to be toy and device that I had to be laid out and ready to go by Sunday.
[M/F] Erotic text I sent to the girl I’m seeing and she asked me to share, Pt. I
The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room.
[M/F] Erotic sexts I sent to a girl I’m seeing Pt. I (Public, Forced)
The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room.
IAmA kidnap victim that was snatched up and thrown in a “sistel” when I was 5. [MctFctg]
(OOC: This setting takes place in either a parallel reality or a country where that culture's females are more aggressive in this way. A "sistel" is a brothel for female clients.)
I never thought the world was so dangerous when I played by myself so carefreely in an open place where I felt safe. That's where I was picked up & blindfolded; placed into a minibus & driven to an unfamiliar city.
I was made to, how shall I say, "perform" for any paying female client who had me "perform together" with them.
The trafficking victims at the sistel were males of widely varying ages. I was the youngest at the time.
Surprisingly (to you, I suppose), the paying clients were widely varied ages too. The youngest clients I dealt with were also grade-school-aged; as they're expected not to have as much money, they'd do chores / cook / garden at the sistel in exchange for, well, "services."
As morally loose as that sistel's operations were, they didn't have much of an age restriction. It was a matter of whether she could pay for "the performances" or do work around the facility in exchange for them!