One of my Ex’s[F] used to love getting a creampie ..
So when we got together and the first time we fucked I pulled out and came all over her stomach. The next time we had sex, I was telling her I was about to finish and without saying a word she grabbed me by the waist and forced me deeper. I was very much into that and I continued until I had to cum, this was over 10 years ago and was also my fist time finishing inside someone. Needless to say I loved it and so did she, almost every time from that point I would finish inside her and if I didn’t she would make sure we fucked again that day or night until she got her pussy filled.
We would always have a huge mess to clean up after as she would lay there and let it spill out or she would get up and put her panties back on and let to leak into them.
my (f)irst threesome experience [FFM], with my roommate and a guy.
I’m F20 in university, 5’5 white with curve body . My friend Anna is 21 same tall with a petite body, we met here in university.
After we finished our exams we wanted to have some fun so we got invite to this small dorm party. There wasn’t many people around 3 guys and 4 girls and us. The night start with normal chat and some beers. The night really started when wine was introduced. I get drunk really fast. When start to play true or dare. The boys dared the girls to make out we did the game didn’t last long and people start to leave the place.
I was chatting with one of my friends and after I finished I was looking for Anna didn’t find her so I headed to our dorm room I was so tried. When I entered the room I hread some sound usually its only me and Anna in the room. When I got to the bed I saw Anna with one of the boys I was really shocked and surprised I got really horny, I was standing there looking at them I didn’t move, Anna was riding is dick we start exchanging looks, she then stop riding him and came to me and took me to there bed, we were so drunk, there wasn’t any sexual thing between me and Anna before.
A Pussy Eating Appointment [MF]
I’ll begin with the first message which I received last week from someone I will refer to as D (I actually don’t know her name, haha, so I will use the first letter of her username). It was very straight to the point, asking me whether I was being available on Monday. We sent some messages back and forth, her friends make unexpected plans with her on Monday so we changed it for Tuesday.
The interesting thing about our interaction through the messages was that it felt somewhat transactional. It was as if she was hiring me for a professional service that I was providing and she had just booked an appointment with me.
Our conversation eventually diverted from the formal interaction when I asked about her reasons for being interested in my post and how she envisioned the meeting. I later discovered that the reason for her wanting to treat this as a professional service was because she had a similar arrangement with someone before but they developed feelings for her and so she had to stop.
[FM] giving first bj in the club [public]
A friend was having a party and said I could invite some other friends. I invited my friends from another group and a couple of them came. One got there just in time for us to go to the club. We had all been drinking and were dancing, but my one friend and I ended up on the other dance floor upstairs. We were taking and getting closer to each other and started kissing. We were making out but were in a weird spot so he suggested going to the stairs.
Once on the stairs we stopped on the landing and continued making out. He had me pressed up against the wall. It had been over two years since I kissed anyone and it felt great. People kept jeering and staring as they came up the stairs making comments (we weren’t in the way, just very visible). This one girl made a comment that if we wanted somewhere more private the door next to us led to an empty room. This was another dance floor not in use. We went in there soon after and just hung out for a bit.
[FM] The start of our free-use rules (Roommates)
TL;DR
My roommate and I have a unique relationship that we have slowly developed over time. It didn’t start as free-use. As we came up with rules it began to mold to it. One day a close friend asked us about our relationship. After explaining it he mentioned free use. We looked it up and redid several of our rules. Fully becoming free use. This has led to a lot of interesting stories over the past 4 years.
Complete Story.
Long-term committed relationships never really appealed to me. I also don’t like random hookups. Creating a bit of a dilemma for me. I developed a FWB relationship with a guy friend(bob) when I was around 19. When I turned 21 I had to find a place of my own. However, I couldn’t afford to live alone. Around the same time bob, my (FWB) found himself in a particularly serious issue. One I could help with if we got married. I could care less about marriage so it wasn’t like I would be losing anything. Plus he helped me get a place of my own.
Bound for pleasure… [F35/M50] [bdsm]
“So…You want to be taken to your limits then my slut?”
You nodded mutely, eyes wide open as you walked into the underground basement. You gave a start as, in the dim light, you saw the lengths of rope hanging from the beam, the line of whips hanging on the wall and the simple bed frame with its cuffs and straps attached…
“Can I trust you?”
“You know me by now, you know I am doing this with love and you know that although you are surrendering me complete control of your body, you are the one who sets the limits and you decide what you want to experience”
“Our safe word is ‘Angel’ as you will fly high and transcend your physical body while we do this. Any other word will be taken as part of your experience and just your release of those emotions that are holding you back from becoming a truly sensual being”.
“Do you understand? Are you ready?”
You nodded nervously…
“We will heighten the experience by blindfolding you, so that you are deprived of the sense of sight and your energies be focused into your body and its relationship with your mind”.
Lost a bet with [m]y g[f], and now have to humiliate myself for a stranger. (35,29)
So, not sure how I ended up here. Last week I lost a bet with my girlfriend and the terms are turning out to be a bit difficult.
Basically, I “wasn’t in the mood”, and after rejecting her advances she bet me that if she could make me cum with just a blowjob, I’d owe her whatever she asked.
Playing along, I agreed, thinking as long as I didn’t cum I might get a reciprocal favor. I just didn’t think she’d be so mean spirited.
Long story short, I came, she gloated, and her terms were that she wouldn’t let me touch her until I “showed her what a good boy I was.”
Apparently that means performing a checklist of naughty acts for someone who’s willing to humiliate me while I do it. Some of these are kind of tame, others are definitely more…compromising. I’m willing to try them out, but haven’t found anyone willing to watch yet.
Technically, I could make up an elaborate lie I guess and if I have to go much longer without being intimate I might make some excuse, but in the meantime I’m still trying to find a partner to try this out with bc I’m a terrible liar.
I [M] Think It’s About Time to Remember All the Women Who Have Made Me Who I Am
Hello, dear reader.
This is set, now, to be a recounting, homage, and tribute to all of the women who fucked the motivation into me over the years. Each blowjob, handjob, titjob, mirror pic, makeout, and creampie has eternally pushed me to be the best that I can be. You see, I’ve never been much of a motivated self-starter; I need the payoff, I need that promise at the end of the road.
I found that promise, years ago, and it came in the form of a woman. Well, not just one, I suppose. All of them.
Every single one of them thrilled me, capturing my imagination in a way that I never could wrestle away from. Everything about them drove me daily to the brink of desire. I don’t mind if that’s a bit predictable; it’s how things are for me, and it’s what’s given me the strength to push for the life I’m building for myself.
As I do hope to make this the first of a series commemorating my every thrill, we might as well start from the beginning. We’ll start with the first. We’ll start with J.
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A Little Treat
*Meet me in the East Wing boys bathroom today. 8:30. I have something to show you.*
*Uh, okay…*
*Why?*
*You’ll see. Wear something cute today, too.*
*I* ***always*** *wear something cute.*
It was an odd way to start the day, but an exciting one as well. Abby did indeed wear something cute, a low-cut top and black leggings with a thin button-up over it all.
She checked herself out in the mirror in her room before getting ready to go. Then, acting on instinct alone, took off her leggings and stowed her lace panties in her pocket, before pulling them back up and grabbing her keys.
As she drove to school, her mind raced with excitement. What could it be that he wanted to show her? Was it good? Was it bad?
These questions continued to eat away at her throughout the first period. She furtively checked the clock over and over again until it was at last 8:30.
Abby raised a slightly shaking hand.
“May I use the bathroom?”
“Go ahead.”
A tour of her porn membership leads to an intense masturbation session with one of [M]y best [F]riends
I first met Bailey when I was still in high school. She came to my mid-sized rural town to go to college and ended up in the same party circles as me (we both associated with a motley assortment of skaters, punks, metalheads, and other degenerates). We hit it right off and she quickly became one of my closest friends.
Bailey was a very attractive hipster girl, 6″ tall and slightly lanky, with small, perky breasts. She kept her black hair short in a pixie cut, and had small ear gauges, a nose ring, and several tattoos.
After school, I went to work in a union apprenticeship while Bailey finished college and eventually moved a couple of hours away to the big city. The night in question here happened on my first visit to see her.
On a Friday, I took the train to the city, and Bailey met me at the station. She spent most of that day taking me around the city and showing me the sights, including her apartment and the greenhouse she worked in. Her degree was in photography, but she mostly took photos as a side gig, working as a gardener for her primary job.