[F]WBs with my ex-bf’s best friend [M]

I’ve been in an on-again, off-again FWB situation with my ex-bf’s best friend (“AJ”) who has a longterm girlfriend. I initially started fucking AJ as revenge since my ex cheated on me but he was always jealous of my attraction to AJ. We never actually told my ex that I fucked AJ, but it’s been a fun secret to keep over the years and we suspect that my ex knows but can’t bear to ask us. AJ also loves holding this secret over my ex.

We’ve always been attracted to each other and we have an incredible sex life but our personalities clash so we never pursued anything more. AJ is also in a longterm relationship but I’ll call off our situationship once he decides to be more serious with his girlfriend. We know that it’s wrong but he fucks me like his own personal sex doll and makes me orgasm harder than any other man.

Lipstick (MF, light domination)

This color I wear for you. Not because it shapes my lips, although it does that. I don’t wear it to be noticed, men discreetly watch my mouth without me needing to draw it the color of ripe plums. They watch, hoping that if I part my mouth just so, it will become an invitation to enter. But it is a private party for one.

I wear it to remind you of what I will do to you in the quiet hours. When all the rest of our world sleeps. All the chaos and mistakes fade into oblivion. Where you can just be you and let your guard down for a moment. Melt into my skin, first your fingers. Then your soft lips. Mine parting with a soft gasp, encouraging. Dragging fingers across your shoulder, down your arms. Pulling you closer to my body. There is a comfort there, a knowing. That you are safe with me. You can be an animal or a gentleman, and I will still smile at you in the morning.

Her [very short story/poem][angst][post-break up][implied male masturbation]

The phone call was over, he realized. Had been. For hours maybe. Who knows? He didn’t. But it didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. He didn’t *need* her. Didn’t need her. Didn’t need her.

He. Didn’t. Need. Her. Her. Her. *Her….*

~

Yet when he laid alone at night,

frigid sheets caressing his skin,

trembling hands clenched around himself,

thighs stained with liquid shame,

eyes burning with tears,

the name he cried out until he was hoarse…

Was hers.

[FM] Wife gets loud during doggy style sex (audio included)

[TL;DR – Wife gets very loud as we have sex in doggy style position. Here’s the audio. We hope you like it!](https://soundgasm.net/u/kgtruesexstories/Loud-moaning-from-long-doggy-style-session)

So this story takes place a couple of years ago. My wife and I were in the middle of a particularly sensual time of our early marriage. We’d just moved into a new house, she’d gotten a new car, and it was right in the middle of the holidays, so we were in really festive moods. We were having very passionate sex regularly during this period, often multiple times a day. All it took was “the look” from one of us to the other and it was on.

This particular romp happened in our bedroom in early December. Its hard to remember the exact details of the foreplay, but I’m sure my wife used one, if not both, of her favorite sex toys (cordless Hitachi Magic Wand and the Womanizer Pro) to get off a few times and get her pussy nice and wet. One way or another though, she ended up naked from the waist down (with a small blue tank top on top), on her elbows and knees with me behind her. That’s her favorite position, so not much of a surprise there.

So[M]thing Randy in the State of Denmark – M gets [F]risky in front of the Lil Mermaid [exh]

We worked on Cruise Ships and we found ourselves on a dream-itinerary. Twelve day, Baltic Sea out of Amsterdam (there’s a story or 2 there as well, lol – but for another time….) We had overnights in Copenhagen, Stockholm and St. Petersburg and let me tell you – there was ample debauchery and mayhem those few months, lol…

We had a usual routine for Copenhagen. The Night Clubs stayed open until the crowds left (5 am ish) and drinks were like 12 Euros (this was 15 years ago) so to save money we would go to a place called Tivoli Gardens. It was a small amusement park and they sold beer out of vending machines into Super Big Gulp style cups for waaaayyyy cheaper than the Bar. We would get a ride pass and drink giant beers until the Club got hopping and then head clubbing all night. A fun way to actually save money pre-drinking, lol…

[MF] The tinder girl, and later her roommate.

I met a girl off tinder one night at a bar, proceeded to go extra hard, and woke up naked in her bed. I asked her when I woke up if we had sex since I’m a tool and couldn’t remember shit… she said well we tried, but you were hammered and couldn’t get hard. Then she told me I told her to suck me off to get me hard, and as she was I started snoring and was completely out.

I felt like the biggest fucking idiot on earth, and asked what part of town we were in… and if my car was still at the bar. We were far as fuck from the bar and my car was definitely still there…. I got up to dress and walk to my car and made my apologies. She told me she would take me, and that she wasn’t even mad.

When I went out to smoke, there was a girl standing in the kitchen and she gave me the most evil look one can give. I tried to be friendly and say hi but she just kept scowling so I kept moving. I was sitting smoking when she came out and asked if I was ready.

How my college room[m]ates helped change [m]y body image (x-post from r/NakedBuddiesStories)

My attitude toward nudity has evolved a lot over the years thanks to the friends I’ve made. I come from a conservative, somewhat sheltered upbringing, and I’ve always been a very self conscious person, especially when it came to my body. At the pool, I’m the guy who wouldn’t take off his shirt to go swimming. I mostly went to private schools growing up and didn’t get much of the gym changing room experience. But that was all about to change when I entered college.

My freshman year, I was thrown into a living situation with other guys, and for the first time, I saw how most guys my age acted. I was definitely the most straight laced of the group. I was a good student and they were partiers. Despite our very different personalities though we became good friends and I learned to start loosening up from them.

I quickly realized that other guys had a different attitude about their body. First of all, no one except for me wore clothes around the apartment, they just hung around in boxer shorts. (I never wore boxers before but I switched out all my briefs as soon as I could.) They had tons of stories about getting drunk and naked at parties / playing pranks on people, etc. Meanwhile, I was freaking out that someone might see me changing my clothes.

[MF] Got essentially raped by a girl at a party once, and then almost got beat up cause of it weeks later.

I accidentally got too drunk one night at a house party and wound up crashing in a random bed… I woke up to a girl that was extremely unattractive riding me, freaked out about it, and she wound up taking off after we yelled at eachother and she tried to justify her actions.

I live in a small town and didn’t recognize her so I figured maybe I would get lucky and not see her again.

Flash forward a few weeks and it’s my 20th birthday. Me and some friends are party hopping and wind up in this house that’s absolutely packed and crazy. I’m standing in the kitchen when this absolutely fucking massive black dude rushes me and corners me.

He’s going off about how I raped his sister and this and that…. I have no fucking clue what he’s talking about and I’m claiming innocence and asking who tf his sister even is. One of his buddies tells him that “she’s leaving bro” and he literally drags my ass thru the house and out front to show me who his sister is.

The House Always Wins (part seven- The End) [Comfort] [Personal Care]

I lost my hair again. I lost weight. I couldn’t eat, my arm burned after every treatment. But I did it, dutifully. Pot was the only thing that helped the nausea enough for me to keep water down. If nothing else, it gave me an excuse to be high day in and day out. Four months out, I was on my third round of treatment. Some new aggressive thing that was supposed to be revolutionary. By some small miracle, the tumors on my liver and lungs shrank down to nothing after my first cycle, but the brain tumors were being stubborn.

I looked like death was sitting at my bedside most days, but I made it to my thirtieth birthday. A milestone that was a month past my expiration date. The old man reached out with a bouquet of roses and a card that said, “The longshot of longshots is up by four…two battles to go before you beat the house.”

Just Say the Words [F4A]

Entry 1: “Just Say the Words” [Sfw-ish][Dark][Ownership][WithConsent][Introductions][Rambly][Manipulation?][Gender neutral]

Today is the start of something new. Something… different. Something… dark… and beautiful. Don’t be shy. Come forward. Let’s take the first few steps together, shall we?

If you choose to walk this path with me, know this. It will not be easy. Every day, I will challenge you. I will test your mind, your resolve, your willingness to serve me, and of course, I’ll be pushing that beautiful body of yours to its absolute limits. However I cannot do so unless you allow it. I dare not act until you speak the magic words. Do you know what they are?…

I’ll give you some time to think about it. While you ponder, I’ll continue. If you accept this, if you accept me- you should also know that you will be loved. Dearly. I will protect you, fight for you, and cherish everything about you. Do you want to know why? Because you’d be mine. And I take excellent care of what belongs to me. Again- none of this is set in stone, unless you can show me that you truly want it.

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