The Sun, The Girl and Goodbye – Chapter One [MF][Romance][No seriously, Romance][A long build up but hopefully worth it]

He opens the door.

The heat beat down upon our hero like nothing he ever felt before. It coaxed sweat to the surface of his skin where it could nearly turn it into steam. He dabbed at his forehead with a kerchief, pushed the airport door all the way open, and stepped into Northern Africa for the first time.

After a moment his eyes adjusted to the bright, hot sun and the light that warped everything it touched.

He hailed a cab, holding the palm of his hand up over the sunglasses, wondering when he could adjust to this new found light. If she had been anyone else, anyone at all but her, he couldn't even fathom coming here. Much less staying in the heat a moment longer than needed.

The hotel was splendid and the English of the check-in girl was perfect. It was clear from the moment he entered the room that this place specialized in pampered Europeans. He hardly had enough time to park his suitcase and get in the room before his phone rang.

Dont know if this is allowed but im trying to decide what i want to write next or what ideas to totally throw away. so i was going to post here and see what people thought about some of my ideas. [M/F] [BDSM] [Fantasy] mostly.

Ok so I'm always getting ideas and some are more like just quick scenes i would like to do while others are more hashed out. I'm currently working on two and plan to post them soonish along with the next rebirth of krypton chapter when ever i get to it ( imagine Powergirl, Supergirl, and lots of pleasantly shaped crystals)

Any ways i thought i would write out some of my ideas and get feed back on them or get them out there so someone can see it and maby get inspired. Also it seems like it takes me forever to write, like it takes an hour to get 1500 or 2000 words out when i try to write a fanfic or litfic.

The homewrecking whore welcomes her [M]an home from jail [f]

A lot of you guys expressed interest in hearing some more stories from when I fucked a married man and we ended up living together for ~9 months. Well, here's a story from when he got out of jail…
(If you want to skip ahead to sex scenes go to —-)
(I will be editing as I read and re-read this.)

Two weeks.
My heart sank to my stomach.
I wasn't surprised: this wasn't his first offense. That stupid, dumb bitch he called a wife got a restraining order on trumped-up charges (they argued in a restaurant, and she said something like, "You with that 20-something year old slut?" and he smirked and responded, "Actually, she's 18." and well, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned) and then called the cops when he tried to visit his kids. Stupid, dumb bitch.

The anticipation started when I went to visit him in jail. I spent half the day on different buses to get to the prison, excited to see him but also quite nervous. I'm just shy of 5'4," with long brown hair with bangs, clear blue eyes, and pretty chesty (32DD) but slim everywhere else.

[Str8, bdsm, mdom, nc, fantasy] Ruthless, A vikings tale.

It was just another sunny, medieval, Scandinavian morning in the quiet coastal town of skaarsgard. The Blacksmiths were out blacksmithing, the children were out playing, the women were out hanging laundry on the clotheslines and retrieving water from the wells. The birds were out singing to the beautiful dawn and all was normal and well.

Skaarsgard was a wealthy little town, the man who founded it is rumored to be a descendant of the king, but regardless of rumors he inherited a large some of money and moved him and his family out to the coast and started a textile company. He had many workers, and some slaves, and eventually more rich people settled in this quiet and relatively unestablished area to house their own businesses. After all it was easy to ship to the other major towns, and it kept them away from the busy streets and most of all, the peasants and poor people. They all kept their own workers and slaves in a community house, that had all of the amenities and shops that they needed, as to keep them away from the actual town.

If he knew what I [F]antasize about at night [Str8] [MF] [oral]

I’ll give her credit for a gutsy, last-resort move. She has been trying to get with him for months, and every time he gently refuses her. There are only four women at this get-together, so she had a decent shot of getting picked. Too bad for her, that bottle stopped spinning while pointed at me instead. I put on a good show of being the hesitant good-sport, just like I did when she suggested the amateurish game.

“Come on! It will be fun. Just like in high school.” She had said. He had to have known what she was attempting, but he did have a good shot at getting one of the other three. Being a few drinks in didn’t hurt either. So he agreed, and let her blindfold him and leave him waiting in his bedroom.

What she didn’t know was that, like her, I want him. I hadn’t let a single hint show to him, though. I like a bold move, and was waiting for the right moment. She had unknowingly given me just that. But unlike her, I had gotten his signals clearly, and knew he wouldn’t refuse me.

The night it all started [M/M]

I'm fairly new to Reddit and to honest I've been mainly using it to explore my sexual side. I've read a few gone wild stories and thought I might share one of my own.

This is true but it's also a dream I had. I thought it might be relevant because it was the start of me exploring a side I didn't know I had. Also sharing that side with my wife and where that may be leading. Any way if this isn't the type of story I should share here I can take it down.

I should start by saying this dream was easily the most vivid I've ever had and may have been a sort of lucid dream if I'm understanding them correctly. I haven't had a dream so vivid since and I don't know if I ever will again. Also I have always been and until this considered myself straight. This was the first time that I can think of having any type of sexual thought about another man that shook me at all. With that said my story is below.

Some news from my girlfriend’s best friend.

Agathe's birthday is next week and yesterday I got a call from Caroline who wanted me to come with her to find Agathe a present. It didn't seem awkward at any time when we were on phone. But (there's always a but), it was a bit weird when we were in my car, I mean she was dressed as sexy as usual and I couldn't think of anything else except her naked body ! It was a sunny day, she was wearing a lovely flowered playsuit with a jean jacket and her bare legs ended with her feet in some cute orange wedge shoes.

Nothing special happened except it looks like we became closer. After we found Agathe's presents we went shopping and she wanted me to see what she was trying (even lingerie), she had that naughty smile every time I could see her barely clothed. That was good, I love her body, she's a beautiful girl and she knows it ! There were no explicit talk about what happened a few weeks ago, only implicit stuff like asking me what I thought of the shoes she was trying, showing me her feet.

[MF] How I met Alice. (First fucks and Anal)

Hey guys, it looks you appreciated my story . I decided to tell you how I met and the first time having sex with Alice.

First time I met Alice I was 18 and she was 19, we were in Engineering School, fresh out of high school. In France many colleges and schools have what we call a 'BDE' which is an organisation of students who creates events (parties, trips, whatever where you can drink and party). During the first days of college you have the 'Integration', the goal of that period is to get to know each other and is also a good excuse to drink too much.

So we were leaving the city for a weekend to go camping in a small camp in the wood. Older students prepared games, we were in teams and after putting up our tents we did the games. My team was composed of two guys I already knew and two girls, first one was Alice and the other was a pretty girl, very nice but not single. I immediatly hit off with Alice. We spent a great part of the weekend together, talking. She told me about her ex, always using the word "she". I assumed she was a lesbian.

if you’ve had a girl you wanted to bang forever, I am your friend who makes that happen [MMF]

My fiancee and I are in an open relationship, and have been for quite some time. It's wonderful and I don't think I could do any other kind of relationship; I'm more happy than I've ever been in my life, and so is she. Her name in this story is Zoe. To make imagining our appearances easier, we look and sound like Archer and Lana from the TV show Archer. So much so that Zoe made me promise we'd go as them next Halloween since we didn't last year.

I am not new to threesomes, and had a female-female-male threesome with Zoe a long time ago. But I've wanted to have a male-male-female threesome with Zoe for a long time and we haven't because it's been a lot harder to find the right guy; most guys are either not my type or not Zoe's type or weird about bisexuality. Both Zoe and myself are on some level bisexual ("bisexual but not biromantic" was how a friend described it), and every person we've wanted to threesome with has been as well. The kind of guys who avoid contact with other guys during threesomes are not the kind of guys I want to be doing group sex with because then we're competing for pleasure as opposed to encouraging it in each other; on the flip, though, it's difficult to find bisexual guys who she's physically attracted to because she's not physically attracted to skinny guys who don't lift, and skinny guys who don't lift are most bisexual guys we know.

After the Pool Party [M+F]

This is a follow up to a post I made yesterday. Someone requested more detail, but that story is kind of a blur in my mind. So I decided to share what happened the next day.

The next day was a Sunday and I slept in, a bit hungover from the previous day's festivities. I woke up to a text from Lisa. "Hey white boy," it read, "Fun times last night. Mind if I come over after church." I made plans with her and went to shower and shave. My mother was working an afternoon shift and my siblings were at various friends houses so I had the place to myself.

She knocked on the door around 2, wearing a floral sundress that revealed quite a bit of cleavage.

"That's what you wear to church?" I laughed, unable to help but stare.

"Look, when you're built like me, anything looks revealing," She said, kind of apologetically. Once we were inside she blurted out, "you don't think I'm a slut because of what happened yesterday?"