[M] Young, curious and horny [F]

There I was, a young college student at home bored on a Sunday after partying the night before. Left the party empty handed that night so I was obviously horny still. I had just discovered the back pages of Craig’s list and thought I’d see what was available. I had never met a stranger for fun, but something about it just drove me crazy.

It didn’t take long till I found someone posting for some “Sunday Funday fun”. I immediately started chatting with a beautiful woman with huge breast, super kind(probably because she picked up it was my first time doing something like this). We agreed to meet at her place and all she was really into was giving a massage and some head, I said hell why not. I could go for some relaxation. As I’m driving over to her place I can’t stop shaking with nerves and excitement. I could feel how hard I was getting just thinking about this. As I pull up and knock on her door she is just as good long in person as the pictures. Long dark hair, shorter, a little bigger but I wasn’t picky. Her smooth, calming voice invited me in and we made some light small talk because she took my hand and took me to the bed room.

I finally got on his pole [FM]

*This story makes me smile because we were both so young and stupid.*

I had a best friend in college. I’ve actually written about him briefly in the background of a few stories. We were never exactly “together” but we were really close and often had “sleepovers.” We did fuck a few times, but we mostly just made out and cuddled throughout our friendship until he got a girlfriend (now his wife whom I love). He’s still a joy in my life and a dear friend.

When I first met him, I was thoroughly unimpressed though. He had a swagger about him I interpreted as cocky, and every time I looked up he had a different girl hanging on him.

The most annoying thing about him was that he had a fucking stripper pole in his bedroom. He just installed it when he moved in like it was a casual piece of furniture.

I don’t know why this bothered me so much. Maybe I was just closed-minded back then, but it seemed to be some kind of statement. He acted like it was a victory every time he got a girl to dance on it, and this annoyed me.

SURPRISED WHILE ON A HIKE [fmmmmmm] [bukkake] [mast]

**Forgot to add [piss] to the description! Sorry in advance if that’s not your thing!**

Working from home was fucking GREAT. But to be honest, there were days where I’d feel totally useless after sitting around all day. There are only so many reality shows you can watch. I needed to do SOMETHING to make myself feel less … depressed.

So, I decided to get dressed and take myself for a little hike. There’s a little trail about 30 minutes from where I live that I just love. I slipped on my leggings. Put on my cute little hiking boots. Filled up a bottle and I was on my way!

I’m never sure what the rules are when you go hiking. Is it sacrilegious to listen to music? Should I be communing with nature and listening to the birds and the bugs? I tossed my headphones in my bag just in case. Maybe I’d find a nice little rock and lay down and take a nap.

Being alone on the trail was so peaceful. The last time I went on a hike, it was some national holiday and the path was packed. About 15 minutes into my hike, a woman walked past me in the other direction with her dog. And she was wearing headphones, so … I put mine on, too.

I went back to fuck a guy I told myself wasn’t worth it, and this time he made me squirt [FM]

I hooked up with Kent a few weeks ago and while he wasn’t a bad fuck, he also didn’t care to give me an orgasm. Not only that, he also barely touched my pussy except once to check if I was wet, and then the other times obvs when his cock was inside me touching my pussy. I can’t cum just from penetration so while it felt good in all the ways a pussy being fucked by a nice cock does, I never once felt that crescendo. He, on the other hand, got two great orgasms that ended with his loads drained down my throat.

After that, I thought to myself that I couldn’t be bothered to see him again, so I didn’t message him and he didn’t message me, and that was that.

Cut to, last night. I’m fucking horny and no one to do anything with. All my usual suspects are busy or not in town. And then I see a message from Kent.

The predictable: “Hey how are you….. Yeah I’m back in town….. Any plans for tonight……. Are you free…… Yeah I’m alone, just me and my glass of wine….”

Short Thicc Big Tiddy Goth Girl Begins to Milk a Cock [F 20s] [M 30s] [Bizarre Breakfast] [Masturbation] a little [Strip Tease] [Oral] [Throatpie] [Hotel Sex] [Prone Bone] [Multiple Orgasms] [Emotional Connection]

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Having showered off the mornings (and previous nights) accumulations so as not to tip off every passerby that he had recently engaged in carnal pleasures, Cal went out to get himself some breakfast. While munching on his bacon strips with macaroni and cheese pancakes at the diner (it was a fun documentary, what can I say), his mind went over the fact that the week had gone from boring business trip to wild… hookup? His brain struggled with what to classify what had happened. The entire situation had weirded him out from the start, but once things had started gaining momentum he realized that he might be developing actual feelings for someone he’d just met, and at random bar called Sputter’s Trough no less.

Cal wasn’t one to believe in “love at first site” or “soul mates” since those were just narrative devices used as shortcuts for two people forming a connection in a natural way, because most writers don’t have a good grasp on healthy relationships, and to confuse people with attachment problems both conditioned and neurological, but he couldn’t deny that he was developing a strong attraction to a gothed out gremlin with knockers bigger than his head who wouldn’t meet the height requirements for most adult rides at a park.

Our lazy Sunday[M31/F30][oral][intimate][wholesome](part 3)

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I sat down on the side of my bed while I lifted you on top of me, your back facing me. Raised both your legs exposing to most intimate parts of you in front of me. My erect cock was sticking out from underneath you.

“This dick is not going where you think it’s going.” You stared at my cock in silence and understood exactly what i meant as I said it. You gave me full control as you eagerly waited for what was about to happen next. First I slowly pulled out the plug giving you a quick little “eek” when it popped out. And this was where the lube came in. Normally with your wetness combined with my precum we didn’t need it, you loved how rough my veins felt as they entered you exploring your inner walls. Only when my erection got so thick because of my cockrings we applied it.

But using the other entrance of yours was entirely new for both of us. And I wanted to use the buttplug as a sort of introduction of what was about to come.
We looked in anticipation as I squeezed the bottle of lube to cover the tip. The cold feeling of it always felt nice. Followed up by your hands spreading it out and trying to cover my entire length.

The Fleshlight is Superior than my Pussy

This is one of my hottest fantasies, rooted in subtle misogyny:

The Fleshlight:
My Man would have a beautiful pink pussy Fleshlight that I would worship on a weekly basis. Maybe every Sunday.
I would be made to worship it as the Superior Pussy, while I only have a cunt. I would have to recite mantras about how the Fleshlight is better than my pussy, and the Fleshlight would have a name.

The scenario would go like, the Fleshlight would be named Pink Pussy. I would have to say mantras like, “Pink Pussy, you are much more worthy than this dumb bimbo cunt. My inferior body worships your highness!” Or “Please forgive me Pinky Pussy for not being as pretty as you!!” Or I would tell Pink Pussy that I desire and long to be as wonderful, beautiful, and worthy as her highness.

I would treat Pink Pussy as a Queen. My Man would use Pink Pussy whenever he likes, but when he does, the whole day would be me serving Pink Pussy as if she’s a Real Person.

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Our lazy Sunday[M30/F31][intimate][oral][wholesome](part 2)

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Without a word you shifted your panties to the side and smashed your most intimate part right on my face. I replied with the same boldness as you did and started devouring you, no need for any foreplay as I dug my tongue in deep. It was a beautiful sight of seeing you like this. The most intimate places of you being shown to me and used in the most vulgar ways and I loved it.

I used my hands to lift up and spread your buttcheeks so I had better access to your clit and decided not to be as gentle. I sucked on it hard. I knew I was giving you massive amounts of pleasure because all I heard were your moans as my cock remained unaddressed and still fully erect awaiting your next touch.

But then you did something wicked. You started riding my face. The weight was gentle and easy to handle as I felt your lips slide up and down my mouth, chin and nose. It was extremely hot and got me throbbing even harder.

[MF] Mutual masturbation with someone I just met.

I [m40] (at the time) was away on business and after the conference I ended up chatting with a sales rep from one of our suppliers. She, Rosie, was in her mid forties, well dressed and quite attractive. She had a full figure as could be expected for a mother of two who she spoke about as well as her husband. I too am married with kids, so we got on very well after the usual business chat.

We were both due to stay in the hotel for another night before flying home the following day. Time passed easily with her and we soon found ourselves the only ones left in the bar and a grumpy barman glaring at us to leave so he could go home.

I offered her a nightcap in my room. I never travel without an emergency bottle of something. My intentions were honourable with no ulterior motive other than a companion to drink with.

We were soon in my room, laying on a double bed each, with a glass from the bathroom each, topped up with port.

Our lazy Sunday[M32/F30][oral][intimate][wholesome](part 1)

We slept in til about 1 in the afternoon. Your soft hands woke me up by slowly stroking over my boxers. “Good afternoon sleepyhead.” You whispered in my ears as I turned my head towards you.

Your smile was already turning this a good day. We both finished a heavy week of working and decided to treat ourselves this weekend with lovely food and a lot of lovemaking. During the cooking yesterday we couldn’t help ourselves as we started making love right there in the kitchen. But that will be a story for another time.

“How about laying in bed for a little longer.”
“I have no problem with that.”
“Good because I feel like not getting up anytime soon.”
“Should we just order food because I don’t feel like doing anything.”
“Should we get the usual or go for something more fancy? To make this weekend even better?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Surprise me.” In response a pillow flew into my face and I chuckled.
“Fine, we will look for something together.” As I threw the pillow back your way.