A friend drunkenly told me I was ‘Wank Fuel’. So I made him cum for real (30f) [FM]

Masturbation. We all do it. And why shouldn’t we – it’s wonderful. Not *quite* as magnificent as sex (or, at the very least, it shouldn’t be. There are times when it’s a better choice, but that’s a whole other discussion for another post), but it’s as entertaining and satisfying a way of filling your time as any other. Frankly nature took something of a risk when granting us the ability to generate our own orgasms. I sometimes wonder how we ever summon the willpower to leave the house.

But aside the obvious advantages of self-stimulation, one of the most wonderful things about self-loving is that it can be deeply personal. You can sit back and be entertained and aroused by whatever imagery, pornography or other means of external stimuli you care to mention, and they all absolutely have their place. But, for me, the very best times are when you simply allow your imagination to conjure up whatever filthy thoughts your conscious – or indeed subconscious – mind can fathom, and go with the flow.

Just fun college experience [22F/23M] first time doing this 🥹

I wanna pick you up from your house on a date, take you to a fancy restaurant while you wear a nice dress and no panties but long enough so only I know. I surprise you with a gift, a wireless vibrator I can control with my phone so I can use during our date. We wait to get seated, you go to the bathroom to slide it in, the excitement of something new turns you on. We finally get seated and I pull out my phone to start it nice and slow and see the spark in your eye when I start it, the oh when it first comes on. The waitress comes over and asks us for drinks, I crank it up just a little to get you stuttering in pleasure when you ask for some red wine. I also get some red wine to make it easier on our waitress so she can hurry back and get our order. Just before she comes back I start to mess with it on my phone. Different pulses, vibrations patterns to see which gets you the most excited but not too noticeable so our waitress knows what is going on. I decided we should go with hard for three seconds soft your two. She come back, while you’re ordering your food i accidently drop my fork on the ground so I can look underneath the table to see your pretty pussy getting wet. So one last time i decide to ramp it up a little more. You start to cover your mouth while ordering not in shock but in pure pleasure you are feeling. She gets our orders and you can barely hold yourself together, on the verge off and orgasm and stop it. You beg me to turn it back on and i tell you no, you have to wait till after dinner to get your dessert. We get through are dinner, we head back to the car, you cant keep your hands off me from the wine to intense pleasure of the toy, you can’t control yourself. Once we get to the car, you slide the straps off your dress, so your breast hang out, and i start sliding my hands up your inner thigh. While I am doing that you start to take off my belt, taking out my hard cock. You start to lick it like a lollipop, and you hear a deep moan from me. As we pull out of the parking lot, with your hand gripping my cock with your mouth on the tip, i pull up you dress to see the soaking wet pussy. I start to rub your thigh, i finally get to your clit and slide my middle finger through it while it easily goes in your throbbing pussy. i slowly go in and out, a little deeper each time. We finally pull up my house, in which you climb on top of in the driver seat. You put slide sliding my cock against you pussy till it accidently slips in. i grab you by your throat when it starts slipping in. i start thrusting my hips slowly, making you crave it more. Slowly i start going faster, while you lean back and moan while grabbing the steering while with your hands. Finally, after what has seemed like hours, i pull you closer with the hand that is around you throat and start biting you lip, down you cheek, on your neck while i start moving my hands slowly up your body til both my hands and mouth meet at your soft, tender breast. I start squeezing them, slowly wrapping my tongue around your nipple sucking on them when i get a chance to. I start biting on your nipples, which makes you moans deeper and heavier, while my cock going faster and deeper than before, makes you so close to orgasming again, but before you can i stop, i whisper in your ear and ask if you’d rather to take this into the bedroom. With bright eyes knowing what that means you, we walk in making out barely getting the door open, i pick you up and pin you against the wall and me, slowly i put my cock back inside you. Slamming you against the wall. Making every moan you do a louder. I move us from the wall and carry us to the bedroom where the real fun begins.

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My wife is going to fuck my college friend. Our first time doing this and super excited!

So my wife and I have always been fairly kinky with each other. We love dirty hot sex. We met in college and had a couple other mutual friends as well. Let’s just say she’s probably out of my league. I’m by no means ugly or not “worthy” but you could see her with a professional athlete and not be surprised.

Anyway around 2 years ago my wife confessed she wanted a big realistic dildo to use sometimes, our sex was good but sometimes she said she needed that filling feeling down there, which I’m not small but not big lol. At first I was hesitant but we had a lot of fun with it. Seeing her get so wild with the dildo was so hot, she would cum so hard on it, like I’ve never seen.

This started to make me think what she’d be like with another guy who’s hung, and slowly but surely I began to watch hotwife porn and the idea was amazing to me.

Nate (A wild fantasy)

“I want you to open your eyes, Nate. Watch and see how I devour you”. I whispered.

I positioned myself between his legs , in an almost child pose position, and hovered my mouth over his hard cock. Saw it twitch again. I smiled . He opened his eyes and met mine.

Stuck out my tongue and circled the tip of his cock’s head with the tip of my hardened tongue. My tongue played with the tiny opening which is red in desire and anticipation. My hands massaging his inner thighs. I won’t touch him yet . Not yet . After few flicks and twirls on the tip, I did the same to the head , only using my tongue , then under the head , flicking and twirling, next brought my tongue onto his frenulum.. that fleshy veiny part where the head meets the shaft . Pushed against it using the flat of my tongue, kissing it and using my lips to gently tug on it then gently push it back… Nate rolled his eyes in ecstasy. “Look at me baby” I ordered. He did.

“Accidentally” getting a guy I liked to walk in on me while masturbating in college [FM]

I (20 at the time) hadn’t been very promiscuous in high school and the first part of college. Some drunken make outs, a few hooks ups, a little just the tip with my HS boyfriend and a couple of others… Maybe it was my wild roommate sophomore year (lots of drugs and I walked in on her having sex in the middle of the day multiple times and she didn’t mind one bit that I saw) but I had a huge crush on a friend of mine and was feeling bold. I wasn’t used to having to make the first move but it seemed like, despite some very flirty convos, he was keeping me in the friend zone.

One late afternoon, he messaged me that he was going to swing by to borrow my Spanish textbook again. I had already been lazily laying around in my bed, in a thong, watching reruns and lightly playing with myself. Got the wild idea to “not see his message” and see if I could tempt him into something more. I pulled out my little vibrator, slipped my thong off and got on my hands and knees, with my ass roughly towards the door. [A few mins later, while I’m lightly rubbing my clit, he barges on in…](https://imgur.com/a/bHJzyfn)

Set up on a business trip [MF]

I was traveling for work, and none too thrilled about it. But my cousin lived in the city, so I was excited to visit her. She told me about her friend – “you should talk to her, she knows the city better than I do, she can show you around.” Anything was better than sitting in the hotel and watching whatever was on TV. I texted her, and we made plans to go to a bar. It wasn’t clear if it was a date, and I was fine with it either way. I was happy to spend time talking and drinking, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

She picked me up. I didn’t have a rental car or anything. And she was hot. Brown eyes and blonde hair, which is a combination that always seems to get me. She was wearing tight jeans and a white tank top. And a red thong, but I wouldn’t find that out until later.

“We Shouldn’t Be Doing This”, My Dildo and Edibles – These Are a Few of my Favourite Things [F]

One of my most favourite tropes in porn (audio or visual) is the “We Shouldn’t Be Doing This” kind. It can sometimes be infidelity or can even go into the “this is not the place for this” situation. I usually try to steer clear of the “step” kind..no hate but the whole step daddy with a somewhat prepubescent girl just doesn’t tingle my clit. Friends, neighbours, strangers, co-workers? *ding ding ding!*

Anyway, to the main bit…I took an edible last night (under the impression that nothing would happen). But somehow 9 hours later I was stoned as ever and hornier than ever before. This could also have been because I had been on my period and hence I wasn’t really playing as much as I wanted to. But, now I was in the clear and getting desperate for a proper orgasm..the one I get when I stretch my pussy out with my favourite dildo and feel it hit against my cervix.

I was finishing up the last of my chores and had some audio porn playing in my ear. I’ll admit it didn’t turn me on as much as I though it would but it did leave this lingering feeling on my pussy…like I’m missing something.

Everything You Ever Wanted [mf] [hypnotism] [spanking] [cnc]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

# Act One – A Shot In The Dark

When it came to Selena, we might as well have lived on different planets. She was the girl who was dating the campus star football player. The girl who went out every weekend to party and get drunk. The girl everyone knew would end up as either some superstar’s wife or forgotten about in some suburban home with a drinking problem. Her taste in men was obvious from her boyfriend. They had to be tall, muscular, and more obvious, well endowed. It made sense why she chose the man she did. Everyone also wondered when she’d get bored and move on to someone else. Then there was me. I stayed away from the limelight. Kept to myself and would rather stay home watching movies on the weekend than go out. I was the very kind of guy Selena would not be into. In fact, I was the kind of guy she’d make fun of when she tripped me one day and laughed with her friends.

Getting a new toy [M31/F26] [bdsm, fdom, cons]

Divided into two chapters, in case you wanna skip ahead to the action. Enjoy :)

# Intro

Ever since breaking up with my boyfriend, my sex life has been underwhelming. After countless dating attempts in which the men were only interested in sex, I decided I might as well get a dildo and be done with it. After all, a dildo doesn’t care if you wear makeup or not, if you shaved nor whether you wore a tight dress or a t-shirt. A dildo just got the job done.

At first, it was amazing. I could use it exactly as I liked, whenever I liked, and if I felt like stopping I didn’t have to deal with a disappointed man in my bed. Each day at night before going to bed I would open my locked drawer, take out my 9inch pink dildo and satisfy my needs. Although, after a while, it started getting repetitive. It was just an inanimate object, and I realised I missed the real thing; the warmth, the pulsations, the moans. I needed a better toy.

Windows [M/F] [Non-Con, Male Victim] [Stalking] [Sleeping BJ]

     She lurks outside the house, crouching behind one of the many shrubberies surrounding the residence. The rainy night renders her nigh-invisible, droplets pattering against the hood of her black raincoat. Her boots, black to match, sink slightly into the muddy earth. She doesn’t seem to notice. Her gaze is fixed upon the many windows of the house, with a particular focus on the farthest left one on the second floor. 

     She knows exactly where he sleeps. She knows where every member of his family sleeps, and can mostly predict when each of their lights will go out. He is right there in that far left window. His sister is the next one on the right, separated by a connected bathroom that has no windows at all. His mother and father sleep in different rooms on account of his father’s unbearable snoring. They’re on the first floor, each occupying a different corner room with different corner windows. 

     All of this information is important. She tracks each light and mentally marks each sleeping person. She anxiously fiddles with the crowbar in her hands as she concentrates. She applies a bending motion to it, and then a reverse flexing motion, though it does not bend. There. The last light, his insomniac sister’s, has gone out.