Public sex, cheating [MF]

A few years ago, while I was in college, i got a message from a friend I used to hook up with. She was upset about a fight she had gotten into with one of her friends and asked me to get some coffee with her. We hadn’t hung out in a while and I told her sure, but that nothing would happen because I had a girlfriend now. She said she understood and this was just coffee.

As soon as I saw her I knew I had made a mistake. The sexy pink smell of her passing by to get to her seat was enough to bring back memories of tying her up on my couch. My eyes informed my memory that it has sorely deceived me, she looked too gorgeous to resist.

After coffee at around night time, we we went for a little walk and passed a record store. She mentioned it had some nice graffiti in the back so we went to check it out. When we got to the back of the store I saw that we were alone and put my hand on her back to push her up against the wall. She heaved her whole body onto the graffiti covered brick and spread her arms on it. Her ass was sticking out. Read more »

[FM] My long hair and my 21st birthday lead to the strangest sexual encounter I’ve ever had

Because of my April birthday, I was the last of my college friends to turn 21. As a result, we decided to fucking rage. At the time, my hair was the longest it had ever been; when I pulled it over my shoulders, it fully covered my tits a la *The Little Mermaid*. My hair is quintessentially Jewish in that I have huge brown curls that take for fucking ever to style and dry, and it was way more upkeep at that length than it was worth. But, it was striking, and I got a good story out of it.

My girls and I went out to a bar close to campus, all of us clicking along in stiletto heels with our skimpy party dresses on and our makeup done all fancy. We looked like the absolute stereotype of college coeds on a night out. And we had a fucking blast. The girls and I had pregamed in one of our apartments, and most of us were positively wasted before we even stepped foot in the bar. Once there, we split multiple pitchers of margaritas, giggling and taking selfies and shrieking whenever one of our favorite songs began playing over the bar’s speakers. My straight friend Karla and I began dancing together, flirtatiously grinding on each other’s thighs and laughing and whispering in each other’s ears. After a minute or so, I turned around, bent over, and began rubbing my ass against her. Karla cackled and grabbed my hips, grinding against me as I tossed my long hair over my shoulder and locked eyes with a stranger from across the room. Read more »

Yoga Pants-Obsessed [M] Dad Gladly Cheats on Wife with a [F] Stupid Slutty Cougar

*This is my last nonfiction post, as I’ve run out. I could write about other sexual experiences, but they’d read as boring, standard foreplay and missionary sex with a few doggystyles thrown in for good measure. The truth of the matter is that while I consider myself a crazy stupid horny cougar skank, I’ve really only been one for the better part of 18 months. But onto my last nonfiction chapter:*

I frequent (and still do) a coffee shop in Marin County, CA. Pre-COVID, I would go to my yoga class and then drive to the coffee shop afterwards 3-4 times a week. Occasionally, I would see a man with his baby boy there, holstered in his Baby Bjorn, and talking to other normal patrons. I would say hello to him every now and then and engage in small talk, and let him know how cute I thought his baby was, but that was it. Read more »

Taken – Part Seven

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

After he left, I took a shower and then cleaned the whole place. Then I took another shower. I was happy to finish in time to be able to lay down for a little bit. I hit the bed and fell asleep.

I was woken up by him groping me and his friend looking at me asking “what can I do with her?” He pinched my nipple and said “anything. Your STD/STI reports came back clean so she’s yours to use.” He seemed a lot more shy than the man that took me was. He almost was hesitating but then I hear “don’t just lay there, take his dick out and get him hard.” I reach for his pants and unzipped and unbuttoned them, pulling out his soft small cock. I took him in my mouth sucking until he started to get harder and bigger. Read more »

My roommate and I used to be [f]uck buddies. His girlfriend has no idea.

I met my roommate on Tinder during college. On our first date, he fingered me right on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. We continued to fuck through the year and then he got a girlfriend. We lost touch for a bit until we ran into each other at a bar. That night, he had me pressed against a wall, fucking me, whispering in my ear how I’m a slut who made him cheat on his girlfriend.

This became a pattern. He would find a girlfriend, date them for a bit, they wouldn’t satisfy him, and then I would be on my back, legs in the air in his bed. He would always tell me how this was all my fault, ruining his relationships and making him cheat. This happened over and over again.

When we moved in together, we were both in relationships so we behaved ourselves (for the most part). His new girlfriend has absolutely no idea about our history though. Her and I are getting close and she has no idea that her boyfriend used to cum inside of me and call me his little slut.

They just moved in together and he still tells me I’m better in bed than she is.

Pummeling the shore

Her heartbeat quickened as he plunged balls deep inside her, a rush of blood racing to her core. With her ears ringing, she briefly thought to herself that she couldn’t take any more. That’s when he crushed into her one last time. Her orgasm, which was nothing more than a bubbling seedling just seconds before, washed over her like a giant wave pummeling the shore. His warm breath on her cheek as he whispered into her ear sent her over the edge.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” he growled.

Her toes curled as she got lost in the sound of his balls violently slapping against her puckered asshole, a loud sharp sound that echoes of the bedroom walls of his small apartment.

“Put a baby inside me,” she urged him on as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

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A secret trip to surprise you!

You just left class. Headed back to your room. Missing the kids. Missing the grumpy bear of a man you love. On your way up the elevator you imagine if he was with you now. Holding your hand, arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. The doors open and you let out a sigh. If only. With dinner in hand you walk into your room, set your things down on the desk , and head to the closet area to remove the monkey suit. Slipping off piece by piece, you feel unsettled. Is someone behind you? You turn and gasp. It’s Will. “What are you doing here? How’d you get in?” Questions just race out in confusion. I put my hand over your mouth to silence you and motion for upsies. You jump into my arms and squeeze. Your face nuzzled right into my neck. I whisper… “all answers in due time, but for now lie down on the bed.” Read more »

[MF] Daycare mom #5 – The Nigerian mom

For context, this mom took years to arrange. Lots of flirting, talking, getting to know, comfort levels, etc. She knew about the other moms and that’s the only reason how this got brought up for me to have that level of conversation with her. On to the story.

This mom was born in Nigeria (pretty sure, or maybe Cameroon, no wait…Nigeria, yes!). Anyway, she lived there as a child, came to Canada as a teen. Spent enough time here to get “Westernized” I suppose is the term when you start wearing different clothing, enjoying music and trends from North America. And basically start living the non traditional lifestyles (to a point) from the country you were born from your their parents came from.

I’ve heard from a lot of children of immigrants to a country (male and female) the struggle to listen to their parents and follow the old/traditional ways and live in a society thats completely different and to follow the trends and lifestyles of their contemporaries growing up. Also, the acknowledgement that their life right now is different then the life their parents lived and how the parents try to get their kids to live the life they led – if that makes sense? And the friction that causes when you don’t want that life. E.g. date outside culture/religion, the pressure to be a doctor/nurse/lawyer/accountant etc. Read more »

My [M] fiance and I visit her twin sister [F] [Long]

This story happened last winter before all this COVID shit hit the fan and I am writing because I just needed to tell someone. So now I’m here in the middle of a workday typing this up because I could not hold it in any longer. Compared to my love life I think it is somewhat of a roller coaster and I hope you all enjoy.

Back Story:

Ok…time for the real-world moment…physically, I am not what you call…“In shape”. But I am also not a massive person. I am about 6ft and around 230 pounds with dark brown hair, a beard and a smattering of freckles. At around 5.5in, I am not sporting a porn-star cock like everyone else apparently has on this site. I have never been extremely confident in my physical appearance. I have always been a little overweight and as a result I have never had much luck in the dating world. Not trying to have a pity party here; just trying to give the facts. Read more »

When the wrong feels so, so right. [FM][Inc][Part 1]

We were always close, Phil and I. When we were little we were inseparable when together and were always disappointed when we had to go our separate ways. Luckily, my cousin was only ever an hour away and our family were always planning to get together over every little thing giving us plenty of time together. It’s funny, now that I look back on it, how much I loved him and how much I love him now.

Another family get-together. No reason in particular, just everyone wanting to be around each other. We pulled up to my uncle’s farm and were welcomed warmly by the household. I was , of course, excited most to see Phil. We caught each other’s eyes last, purposefully greeting each other last. He’s taller than I am, shaved head, always wearing some sort of plaid shirt and jeans. He’s built like a farmer, not a mountain of muscle but lean and toned. When our eyes met I felt a smile play across my lips as we looked each other over. I made sure to put on a flowing blue sundress just for him. Read more »