[FM] My real story, I gave head and slept with my older masseur after massage

This is a story that I consider pretty hot, it happened at the end of last year. I’m a trans woman, half white, half Asian, 24 years old, I fully pass as a female – I have long black hair, soft features and big breasts. I recently slept with a straight older guy and here’s the story.

I went to get a massage because of back pain and a need to relax. I’ve been in that place before but my masseur was a guy who I never met before. He was 45-50 years old, tall and pretty handsome with sporty type of body. Anyways I entered the room wearing underwear and towel, took off my bra and laid down on my belly. Masseur entered and did some preparation and started massage. We were having some small talk, it felt really nice and relaxing, his hands felt really big on my small body. I loved the feet massage especially. After long amazing time I started to slightly flirt with him but it was all innocent. He complimented my body and young age. Massage and the fact that I’m seen as attractive woman really worked on me and I kinda got in the mood. I decided that I’ll try my chances.

Simba Cannot Forget – Chapter 2 [M19/F18] [Male Reluctant Sex] [Orgasmic Memory Wipe] [Casual Sex With Love Interest]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/106fy3l/simba_cannot_forgot_chapter_1_m19f18_male/)

“What do you mean I am not supposed to remember? It happened just yesterday!”

I said confused.

Hayase looked at me with resentment and irritation, as if I had done something horrible to her. Then crooked her head, as if she had an idea.

“Maybe it was too brief… You did come very quickly, the other guys lasted for at least five minutes, you came in like seconds…

“It was not that short! It was at least two minutes.” I said, offended.

“Maybe one minute, tops”, She said with a mischievous smile. She clearly enjoyed needling me over it.

“Besides, why should how long it lasted matter if I remember it?”

At first she didn’t respond, she just looked up into the ceiling, as if deep in thought, then she walked over a desk and sat on it with one leg dangling and the other on the table, with her chin resting on her knee, her eyes staring into empty space.

“I know this will sound crazy, but every man I have ever done anything sexual with has forgotten about what we did the next day. Like literally every man. No exception. well, except you.”

[MF] My Australian Adventure…

Early in the pandemic, back when we all thought it would last a couple of months, I saw a post from a beautiful Australian woman. I can’t remember the exact post, but she looked stunning enough that I needed to compliment her, and to my surprise she commented back right away.

We began to chat, both being honest with our situations (which I won’t go into here) and what we hoped to get out of reddit. We had a nice chat, and I was certainly interested, but I also know how a nice chat on reddit can usually just be a single nice chat. The next day I messaged her again, and she replied again. Over the next couple of days we got to know each other a little bit, and I truly enjoyed chatting with her. Then she asked a perfectly reasonable question… “You live there, I live here, I don’t want to invest a bunch of time in someone I’m never going to meet.”

My [f] new adventure this afternoon…

My [f] husband travels for work. A few weeks ago, while at his hotel, he met a gentleman (also there for work) that also travels to our home town. They started chatting about work/life/wives etc… And it came up how naughty i can be.

This guy is in our city today. This afternoon… My husband is driving me to his hotel. I [f] know NOTHING about this guy, but i am going to knock on his hotel room door, walk inside, and fuck him.

My husband will be waiting down in the car for me to return with a smile on my face, and my pussy full of cum!!

I love being a slut wife !!

[F] My first threesome was mesmerising

Last night I was at her apartment again and made a few jokes about calling “Tim” again after everyone left. When the time came and it was just her and I she got out her phone and sent home the text. He responded right away. She obviously told him we had snow treats left because we got into them as soon as he arrived.

We didn’t mention what happened last time at all and all mad one more strong drink. Clearly Tim had already been drink as well so that plus the treats we were all feeling great and flirting, talking with ease.

Eventually my friend and I go to her bathroom together and she actually is the one to suggest we both come out in our underwear. She changed into a matching black lace set and I stayed in my brown bralette and nude thong. When we emerged Tim was clearly stunned but kept his cool.

I don’t remember if we exchanged any words I just know I sat right in Tim’s lap and started making out with him. We didn’t really have a plan beyond walking out. Almost immediately I could feel him getting hard beneath me. I got off his lap and got on my knees in front of him on the sofa. My friend joined me and I reached for his zipper. He actually stopped me and asked us to kiss.

turn him on at the restaurant [FM]

We were out to dinner last night, just me and him; we had a lot of fun, drank and laughed.
I was wearing a new body in the color he thinks looks best on me, with a plunging neckline and tight fuchsia bottoms that he says make my butt the perfect moon it is.

He kept looking at my breasts all evening, he even took some pictures of me, the sexual tension was building.

I ordered lemon sorbet for dessert; when it arrived white and frothy I couldn’t do otherwise: I started licking and sucking the straw, leaving white drops on my lips… “You really are a slut, make my dick hard like this, do you want my cum on your lips?”

“Actually, honey, I really feel like getting banged doggystyle while I’m still wearing my red thong, you just have to move it to the side and fuck me”.

“Are you wearing it now?” he asked with a mouth watering.

“Yes, it’s already wet.”

Half an hour later I was naked on the bed, he pressed into me, his cock driving me deeper and deeper into my tight pussy, his hand gripping my neck as he slapped my breasts with the other.

[F] Love the feeling of a perfect sized cock

For all the men that think they have a small cock. You don’t. I would much rather fuck you than a horse dick. I am 5’5” 115 lbs and for me, anything more than 6 inches hurts and is absolutely no fun.

I’ve tried a massive cock before. It was very disappointing. I wanted to see what all the rage was about. The sex was painful, every position was excruciating. I felt broken, sore and I didn’t even cum.

My pussy must be extremely narrow and short and I can’t be the only woman shaped like this. I love cock that I can swallow in every hole and cum on it multiple times. All I need is a good 4 to 6 inches and a some girth and I’m the happiest slut in the world.

My husband is massive to me and stretches my tight little pussy out every time he enters inside me. I can’t take him doggie style and if I put my ankles over his shoulders I’m really in trouble.

[F] Helping a guy with low confidence issues

I was at a party once where a group of girls got their boyfriends to make fun of a guy for having a small dick. I learned later that the guy being made fun of lost his virginity to one of the girls. Anyway, the group makes fun of the guy until he leaves. I follow him out, told him I was furious about how he was treated and asked for a ride home. He agreed to take me. We get to my place and i told him that he could come up if he wanted. He hesitated but agreed. I told him that the reason I wanted him to bring me home was so i could fuck him. He absolutely did not believe me. I stripped naked and told him he could follow me into my room or leave. When he came into my room we did the usual stuff, kissing, feeling up etc. once i got his pants off i made sure to bring my “A” game when it came to giving head. I asked him what position he preferred. He let me choose so I rode him until he finished. I went down on him again right after. He didn’t cum but he was appreciative.

Blood on the dance floor [F33][magic/supernatural, solo masturbation, exhibitionism]

There are two things you need to know about me.

I’ve always been aware, ever since I was very young, that I have certain… powers. Some would call it my “gift”. Others might call it magic, or witchcraft, though I find such terms to be crude. It definitely runs in the women in my family. I knew my mother had something similar, and although she never talked about it explicitly, she always encouraged me to explore my abilities.

I can’t fly, or turn people to toads, or anything like that. I like to think of it more as a special relationship I have been granted with the whirlwind of invisible forces that shape our reality. Sometimes, in the right circumstances, they will grant me a peek behind the curtain. For example, in the middle of a conversation I might suddenly be able to read the other person’s thoughts for a brief flash. Sometimes I have visions of things that will happen, or that are happening far away.

‘Acceptance’

After his divorce, Joe found himself back in the awkward world of online dating. It was strange to be ‘on the market’ again after the long hiatus. The single world changed drastically in his absence. The dramatic shift in frankness made him feel old and out-of-place. He chatted with a number of interesting ladies but there were no meaningful connections; at least not at first. On a number of occasions he was genuinely stunned that some of them revealed highly intimate, sexual preferences almost immediately.

It simply wasn’t anything he expected to learn about anyone he’d just met. Certainly not lurid details like that from prospective lovemaking partners. He barely knew these people! It was startling to witness total strangers being so candid about deeply personal, intimate matters on the very first date. It was a brand new era of full disclosure and direct sexual openness, apparently.

Joe assumed at this later stage in their lives, they were finally comfortable expressing what they truest desired in relationships, and more importantly, in the bedroom. On the surface it made sense. Being fully upfront saved valuable time about relevant things. Regardless, he was still taken aback by their candid forthrightness. One particularly shocking desire kept reoccurring in their unexpurgated conversations.

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