I (M27) hooked up with my girlfriends friend (F27) at a wedding [MF]

Last summer I went with my girlfriend (F28, we will call her Angela) to one of her close friends wedding. We drove up with her 2 friends (both F27 & single). My gf was in the wedding party, and one of the friends we drove up with was as well. The other girl that was not in the wedding party we will call Peggy.

The wedding venue was some distance away so we would be staying overnight. As a couple, we got a private room. However the single people had to double up in rooms. This made Peggy very unhappy as she knew very few people at the wedding outside of my gf and the bride. Peggy even asked to sleep on the floor of our room, and my gf had obliged. This actually pissed me off a bit at the time as I knew Angela is much to shy and vanilla to help me turn this into a threesome, so basically I figure I have been cock blocked for this stay.

His Eyes [30s f/m] [fantasy] [oral] [seduction] [group sex] [desire]

I am giving a guy head. How long have I been doing this? I had a lot to drink tonight and things are just coming into focus. I hear some moans behind me. With a dick still in my mouth, I look back. I immediately lock eyes with this sexy beast of a man who is fucking a girl right next to me. His tattooed arms are holding her hips and her milky white breasts are bouncing hard. He is fucking her but he is watching me. Why is this turning me on so much? He speeds up and starts thrusting harder as he sees the lust in my eyes. I have lost interest in this blow job and only desire him. Where did he come from? He tilts his head and motions for me to come over. I crawl over on my knees and look up at him anxiously waiting for his next command. He tells me to kiss him and I obey without hesitation. His lips are soft and he knows just the right amount of tongue to use. I feel a warm sensation below. I reach down and pull my panties to the side. I was already turned on but that kiss made me extremely wet. I take a finger and gently place it against my pussy. My juices are dripping as I bring it to my lips to taste. I kiss him again and then whisper in his ear that I want to taste her on him. He abruptly stops fucking her. I bend down and take his cock deep in my mouth. Using my tongue I press against his shaft to taste the sweetness from the girl’s pussy. It turns me on more. My panties are soaking. He grabs me and lifts me up to sit on his lap. He shoves his massive cock inside me and I feel my body tense as he stretches my pussy. He kisses me again and then lays on his back. He never breaks eye contact and I am now gazing down at him. His strong arms hold onto me as I bounce up and down. I can hear how wet I am with every move. He grabs my throat and I feel my pussy tighten around his cock. He lets out a moan and my eyes roll back…..

Bite-Sized Morsels: One Big Step, Chapter 3 [fm] [Step] [Incest] [Brother/Sister]

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***DREW***

I wandered down the hallway, moving between classes as I thought back to yesterday. Cherry had called me an arrogant dickhead, and she wasn’t exactly wrong. I had just never been in close proximity to somebody who was so bothered by it. Probably for the best to cut down on our interactions as much as possible, until we headed off to college. We were off to a poor start, and I was almost certain she was starting to hate me. It bothered me more than I expected. The only people whose opinion of me I cared about were people I cared about; everybody else could fuck off. So… did that now include Cherry? Weird.

And speak of the Devil, I was just passing her in the hallway. She was cornered against the lockers by Lauren, cunt extraordinaire, and her bitch friends. Being bullied again, most likely. None of my business. Didn’t wanna butt in, especially if Cherry wanted nothing to do with me. Brie was sure to come along soon and stand up for her, and besides, what was I gonna do to Lauren? It wasn’t like I could hit her or anything. Girls knew how to deal with girls best. But for some reason I stopped, lingering nearby to listen in. Very uncharacteristic of me, to say the least.

Cowgirl treatment facility pt.1 [Hucow] [lactation] [iq loss]

Ai had been feeling swelling in her breasts for two weeks when milk first began appearing, leaking from her breasts from time to time, espicially when babies were around. Her first thought was that she was pregnant, wich scared her a lot. She wasn’t ready for a third baby, and neither was her husband. Or even their home, it was just too small.
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Taking a pregnancy test revealed her fears to be true : positive. She discussed with her husband what they should do, and came to the conclusion that she needed an abortion. So, she went to the doctor to discuss her options. However, when she arrived, the waiting room was full, full of women from ages 20-40. After a while, the doctor came out of his room. In a stern voice, he claimed :
“None of you are pregnant, if you’re all here to talk about the swelling, i would suggest you go to the ER without delay. I don’t know why this keeps happening, but most of the ladies here today have had hormonal inbalance for weeks. You need to go and get your blood drawn.”
That sentence concerned Ai a little, as she understood she was part of the group. Of course, hormonal inbalance made sense, as she had been incredibly horny for as long as she’d been having these symptoms. Her husband enjoyed it, as he could finnally have his way whenever he wanted, but the thought of being seriously sick scared her even more than pregnancy.
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When she finally arrived to the ER, the same scene repeated. Dozens of women from her neighborhoods, all with their husbands or families, worried and quite frankly, annoyed by the wait times. Ai began panting and feeling tired when she entered the crowd. The wait time was long and exhausting. Seeing the EMTs bring in some wounded from time to time, deeper into the emergency room, to get surgery. Her name was finnally called on the intercom, she entered the exam room with a nurse inside, her head full of worries.
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The nurse spoke in a calming tone.
“AI, is that right ? I see you’re here for the same reasons as many of our patients today. Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of this.
-thank you, sir. I’ve been having these symptoms for a few weeks now. My breasts are swollen, i’m lactating.. and my libido has skyrocketed.
-yes, we understand that. We’ll get your blood sample here and the results should be here in an hour.
-what’s to be expected ?
-we don’t know for sure. We think there may be something, an environemental factor pumping estrogen levels up. What we don’t know however, is why prolactin is here. Normally, that happens after childbirth. But clearly, no one here was pregnant.”
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The nurse inserted a needle in her skin, wich had become softer. her arms had grown in diameter a little because she had gained weight. Or rather, reached a regular weight from being so skinny. Ai then waited as her blood was drawn by the nurse, who she couldn’t help but fantasize a little about. She stopped her daydreaming and waited for the results.
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The same nurse came back with a sheet of paper, quickly explaining that the numbers weren’t surprising. He then went on telling her that to reduce her estrogen levels, she could try to stop alcohol, excercise more… He then mentionned that her estrogen levels were so high she was at risk for cancer, wich addmiteddly scared her even more.
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Back home, After googling her symptoms, she found out about an ad for a treatment center for people who shared the same problem The ad stated :
“Having hormonal problems recently ? You may be suffering from a drug resistant parasite present in water systems. Please, contact us for removal and treatment.”
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A week later, she couldn’t take it anymore. Half of the neighbors had already left for the treatment, and she constantly fought with her husband, but couldn’t do much anymore. She was lying on the couch, drooling a little. She had stopped eating meat and turned to a vegetarian diet. After another fight with her husband, she decided to leave.
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Quickly after calling the number, a white van appeared to her doorstep. After waving goodbye to her son, daughter and husband wich she couldn’t stand anymore, she got in and fell asleep during the ride, only to wake up in a hospital room, with barred windows. A leaflet on the table read “thank you for choosing white home pharmacieuticals ! You have been transported to a terminal care facility. If you have any questions, our staff is dedicated to helping you. In the meantime, don’t forget to take your medication if there is any.
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And there was. A small packet of pills. She took one in hopes of curing herself. She didn’t know yet, but this was a sign her resilience was strongly affected. Normally, she wouldn’t even have come here, but now she even took pills without a thought.
She laid on the bed until a man in a white coat opened the door.

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[FM] fucked by a french dude while my friend sleeps 3 feet away

This one happened around the time I graduated college and started my first real job. I had my own apartment, a nice little studio with a leaking bathroom ceiling, and I thought, “Hell what do real adults do? Take a vacation.”

So I booked a trip.

To Bali no less. I’d always wanted to go, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager at the prospect of meeting some home run foreign stud. My wish came true not even 24 hours after I stepped off the plane.

One thing about international travel that always gets me is the jet lag. Trips to the other side of the planet are the worst offender. I become essentially nocturnal for a day or more. After checking in to my hostel in Kuta (essentially a party town that happens to boast exceptional surfing), I spent about a day intermittently sleeping.

The Personal Trainer Part 1 [M/F] [M28] [F26] [Slow Start]

Owning your own company has a multitude of benefits, the main ones are if it’s highly successful like mine you can buy whatever you want, such as houses, cars and other luxury items, another is women seem to fall at your feet when they see the money and power that you have. After my business became successful I hired a personal trainer, he was really good, we had a laugh, he helped me get fit and to a point where I actually liked my body. Unfortunately my personal trainer decided to change careers and the company where he worked sent a replacement for me, she was incredibly hot, blonde, DDs and a gym arse (you know what I mean). I saw her and was gobsmacked, it was hard to concentrate at times because she would always wear a sports bra and tight fitted gym shirts, another killer thing about her was that she was funny. We would laugh constantly. I was actually thinking of cancelling my personal trainer but when I saw her I knew I would be stupid to do that.

Tournament Season [MF] [Slow Build] [Creampie]

This is a fairly long story. As is with all my longer stories they do not seem to format correctly to fit inside one post. The completion of the story will be found in the comments.

It was the beginning of May, and my third season as a golf professional. My job was to teach the golf swing to the most un-athletic people imaginable or so it seemed. Many of my current and past students were of the older variety, when I say old I mean to say as we do in the profession, “the average age is dead”. I was just arriving at the range and planning my first full day of the season. By scanning the schedule, it appeared as though it would be another one of those dull days with students that think that golf comes by osmosis.

I had the best sex of my life and then got ghosted after! [MF]

I could kind of tell that this guy was full of shit from the beginning- very braggy and self centered, not asking me very many questions. We went out for drinks, but he was decently good looking and a dominant personality so I decided to follow along and enjoy the ride. We bar hopped through 3 bars, he started telling me some wild stories of his sexcapades, and I was definitely intrigued.

By the time we got to the last bar, it was much sexier, we decided to get cozy, and we started making out. Good kisser, he basically invited himself back to my place and I wanted to see if he was as good as he said he was. We go back to my apartment and he instantly knows what to do without me having to tell him anything. We make out some more, he’s obsessed with my tits, and then he starts eating me out and fingering me at the same time which was 10/10 incredible.

Indian girlfriend turned slut – Part 1

Her office lover invited her home with specific instructions. She was to wear the leather straps choker set and the long furry tail butt plug he bought her when she came to his home. She was to cover her bare boobs with a white tank top and waist down just a denim skirt and nothing else.

She knocked the bell at around 9:30 PM on a Friday with the exact outfit he bought her.
He was pleased to see the furry tail wiggling out of the short denim skirt she was wearing. His hands fondled and pinched her nipples through the tank top making their presence felt poking through the fabric. Immediately he introduced her to his flat mates who were watching TV in the living room. The boys couldn’t help notice the erect brown nipples pokies and the wiggling tail of the butt plug. After the pleasantries he quickly escorted her to the bedroom.

Honest Confessions of a sexual relationship with asian momma lasting adult life at home. [MF]

Hi 👋🏻

I guess to start I am open to detailing and speaking about the sexual relationship at home over many years which has continued since I was 22 between me and my mum. Both parties are fully comitted so it’s definitely not a sob story but as you can imagine it’s not something which I ever thought would be a factor in my lifetime.

Growing up it was never ‘a thing’ albeit culturally nudity has been less taboo than in the west so I was perhaps more exposed than the average brit or American to that but it really did start when me and my mum shared a room & bed when my dad became ill and although they weren’t fully together all of his stuff and medical equipment was thrown into my room.

Also for reference my mum is 56, thicc, hairy, fat mum bod, brunette, 5’5, natural looking.

At that point in time albeit I could probably sit here and list 50 different reasons as to why it began there was a lot of issues around co dependency, reliance on me financially, being the rock and man of the house, us becoming closer, sharing a bed, nudity the whole pot of emotions and circumstances.