My [M19] first time doing [anal] [MF]

Okay so I’m pretty average, 5’6″ curly brown hair and average length dick. I was 18 at the time and the girl I was with, let’s call her C, was 19. C was a bit shorter than me, really nice body with a small belly and really curvy with nice 34DD breasts. C was was from Pakistan and had a nice dark skin tone with long pink hair.

Enough of appearance. C wasn’t exactly a girlfriend, we went on a handful of dates and fucked a lot, that’s basically it (university). It should be worth pointing out that I lost my virginity to C and it was because of this she asked offered me her anal virginity. We’d already introduced butt stuff, she liked her ass ate and loved a finger during sex so we had no qualms.

{First Date}

The thing about first dates is that the awkwardness is inevitable for the first couple of minutes, or the whole time if you are both introverts.

Luckily for me, holding a conversation comes naturally and so the awkward silence is only temporary. My exuberance always comes in handy when I intend to get a girl in bed, something I wear like a badge of honor. But if I am being honest, when I placed the two soft knocks on her door, I was giddy with nervous anticipation and I almost didn’t hear her answer.

Ella, the girl who invited me to her apartment today, is determined to make this as painless as possible. She made sure to have some of my favorite movies and popcorn. However, my eyes are transfixed on her body and not the T.V. Like I am in a trance.

She is cooking dinner and is wearing a black form fitting dress beneath the apron. Any other girl would have been embarrassed of showing the flesh around her waist but not Ella. She strikes me as someone confident about her body. From her endowed chest to the big ass, the Caucasian stranger I met on Plenty of Fish is exactly who I pictured to be. Sexy. Classy. Fun. Authentic.

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Bathroom Stall – Two girls connect on dance floor and finish in bathroom. [FF]

Jesse’s fingers were slipping from her hand to just grasp at Liz’s fingertips. The pressure she was exerting to hold onto her was making Liz’s fingertips throb. 

They had been dancing in the center of the room, and an escalation of contact had begun. It began with the occasional bump of the hips, a hand resting on an arm. Jessie’s eyes had been sparkling as she laughed on the floor. Liz was more serious, staring back at the more petite girl, constantly stepping in closer. The crowd of dancing bodies helped by moving in a wave to her back, holding them in. Once you lost your moving room once, it was gone. 

It was the sharp shove from behind that started it. Liz’s hands flew out to grip onto Jessie’s waist as she swayed, then balanced. Her upper fingers rested on the bare flesh of Jessie’s waist. The skin was warm, moist with sweat. She let her thumb rub up on the bare skin. It was hard to focus on dancing, though the wild bouncing body in front of her didn’t seem to struggle. 

[FMF] my wife and her friend

My wife and I had her closest friend visiting. She lives nearby so from time to time we get drunk together. We’re not people going to clubs ect, but we enjoy a night at home, eating some good food, having some drinks.
Now, let me start by saying, I got a certain type of women, they both fit this. Short, skinny, small hot ass not more than a handful, small tits. Both fits a petite description.

So, a few weeks ago her friend was visiting. The weather was nice and warm so we spend the afternoon and evening outside in our garden, enjoying the sun and a lot of drinks. After some games in the garden we switched to boardgames. Now, at this point we’re closing in on midnight and being fairly drunk all three of us.

We’re playing Trivial Pursuit, them against me. I get to the point where I’m almost winning, only one correct question left – and I know the answer. I tell them, that I know the answer but will answer incorrectly if they kiss.
They agree, and give each other a long, intense kiss. For the next 15 minutes or so, this happens a few time, every time I know the answer, they kiss.

I felt myself split[AM][prose][s&m]

He grabbed me.

He grabbed me, and he used me. He made me feel every inch, he took it upon himself to teach me my place. I danced for him dripping juices and lusting for more. He stained my form with a touch of grace so absolutely foul it still reeks. And I moaned.

The curses swelled within my chest and burst through binds which only held me tighter, still. Wretching against the rough which ripped through my flesh I caved.

I felt myself split.

I felt my lungs fill. I felt my body bloom.. The warmth crept up my spine and groped my tender flesh. It took a form not unlike my own and followed his lead. It felt a lust like no other and I watched myself gasp. I watched myself writhe and moan and wretch again as his lust filled my throat. Every tender part defiled by his thick, throbbing lust..

So warm, so beautiful.. the pain cascaded into pleasure and I parried, devouring him from the inside. My ethereal claws tore into his rigid, gasping malady, laid atop me as we poisoned each other with spite. We painted each other with sight.

I felt so used [AM] [prose] [cheating]

Lovely..

Messy..

I felt so used up after last night’s encounter, maybe that’s to be expected

I was waiting for you to show up, and my patience was rejected

Reflected, instead

In those glassy eyes which held me

Fuck, his stare was irrestistible

The scent of your perfumed neck be damned

I still felt you on my skin as his spit slicked my sin, I

Couldn’t help but let him in after an acrid gulp of gin

His words wove needlepoint promises upon my spine

Which weak and battered found me inclined

To risk the us we built so hard to shelter

I faltered

Again to think of your sparkling eyes

Now rife with tears and dripping incandescent down your soft cheek

You contrasted the rough of his fist when he claimed me

I turned away and thought of your lips

As his lust ripped through my groin and drove us.. further apart

Your lovely curves began to fade behind my lids

My house of cards needed only a stinking breath to topple

And

If I only knew you saw us

I often fantasize about “taking advantage” of my very drunk wife.

Struggling with uneasy kink: I find my wife very attractive when she’s quite drunk.

We have pretty rock solid relationship and have been together for roughly 4 and a half years. We have a very healthy sex life, but I haven t really divulged how much I fancy her when she’s been drinking. I’m embarrassed by how creepy it sounds.

Here’s some context. She went out for a hen’s night last night, and as the hours went on her texts became increasingly misspelled and incoherent. When she eventually stumbled through the door at 2:30 am, she was very obviously sloppy drunk—glassy-eyed, reeking of booze, slurring her words, hiccuping, dropping her phone, repeating things every 30 seconds. What she doesn’t know is that I find her incredibly sexy in such a state.

“Becky an I haada thew shaas,” she slurred. She starts clumsily getting handsy and trying to messily make out with me. One thing led to another, and we ended up having sex. Now, we’ve already established an idea of inebriated consent before in previous conversations, and I would never cross any boundaries that would be respected when sober, but for some reason I just feel guilty about how much I enjoy being with her when she’s so drunk.

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Landscape [F]emale

We have landscapers who come every week, father and son, I’d say the dad is in his late 40s or early 50s and the son is probably 18 or so.

This morning they showed up about 7 as I was getting up to shower, I finished and they were in the front doing their job…I have a pretty big window so I could see them and I’m pretty sure they could easily see me if they wanted to.

So I slipped out of my towel, put some shorts on and proceeded to do my bed topless, I pretended to be oblivious to the fact they were out there and out of the corner of my eyes I could see the son had taken notice (turned me on quite a bit) I kept cleaning putting away laundry and whatnot, not really focused on a certain task just doing what I could topless. After about 10 minutes or so of the son staying near my window the dad approaches him and says something so the son kinda nodded in my direction so the dad could see. I continued on as they both pretended to work and were looking at me while I continued to do what I did.

Wedding Photographer Guessing Ga[m]e

Wedding Photographer Guessing Game

I’m a photographer and run my own studio. I shoot about 20 wedding a year and have had some fun and interesting stories. But none quite like this.

I start my day at the hotel with the group of bridesmaids and the bride. As a male photographer. When it’s time to start changing into dresses. It’s my cue to go take a quick five minute break.

So I’m walking down the hall and post up at the end of the hall. It’s a dead end with nothing but a window and a chair. Perfect spot to get off my feet for a bit. Within a minute of sitting down, I start hearing it. The normal sounds of a couple getting hot and heavy. I’m sure many of us have been there before. Neighbors. Roommates. Other hotel guests. How vocal this women on the other side of the door was drove me up a fucking wall. I was immediately turned on and sat there listening for the next five minutes.

Quick, before the boat comes back… [FM]

A few years back, my wife and I were staying at my family cottage. We love staying there, but when there’s multiple people visiting and the bedrooms are all full, it can be very difficult to find… private time with your significant other. My wife tends to be pretty loud during sex, but she’s also self-conscious about it so she gets nervous about having sex if people can hear us.

After we had been at the cottage for a few days with no sex, i was starting to get a little antsy. When we’re home alone we tend to get each other off pretty regularly, and I was getting pretty horny to be honest.

It didn’t exactly help the situation when we took the boat out one day with some friends to a sandbar beach on the lake. This beach is our go-to spot and it’s almost always deserted other than us. On this trip, we boated there with two other couples who were visiting our cottage. It was a hot sunny day and my wife Erin had, shortly after we got to the beach, stripped down to her black bikini- the one I had got her for Valentine’s Day that year, the one I picked out because I figured it was cut to show the most ass that she would be willing to show in public. Watching her slim body splash around in the water with her round ass in that suit… well, it was starting to be a problem for me after a week or so without any action.