Reenacting our first time together [MF]

My boyfriend and I have been together for over a year, and even before we were together, we had been hooking up on and off since high school. We’re very familiar with each other but since we got into a committed relationship, I didn’t feel the thrill. I wanted to add the spice back into our sex, because every other aspect of our relationship has been so fulfilling.

I talked to him about these feelings I’ve been having and we had an open talk about all the things that turn us on, our deepest fantasies and whatnot. He admitted that he didn’t even have a fantasy he wanted to play out, but when he masturbates, oftentimes he thinks about the first time we ever had sex, our senior year of high school.

That night, he complimented the shirt I was wearing, he was super handsy all night, just all over me, which gets me so turned on. We went back to my house and he had to “convince me” (he knew I wanted him just as bad, but I was playing the “pure” card) to let him fuck after about an hour of teasing each other, making out, dry humping, the whole bit. We eventually had (surprisingly) amazing sex on my parents couch while my whole family slept upstairs.

Crazy girls are the best lay [mf] part 2

What he opens there in the park was a turning point for us in our relationship. I thought we were going to be a thing but it was clear she didn’t mean it when she told me she wasn’t going to break up with her boyfriend. We didn’t have sex immediately after the park. In fact that wasn’t for another week

As a little more back story we both still lived with our parents. My mom knew her as she would come over to my place a lot. Her parents knew her current boyfriend and as far as they knew they were still together. So her place was a no go and mine was difficult because I had a lot of siblings. So we opted to do the occasional hand job or fingering, sexting over the phone. I knew at some point it was going to happen me and her. I was even planning on renting a hotel room.

But one night I get a desperate call from her, I can hear the wet sounds of her rubbing her count as she tells me she needs me now. She tells me how she can’t stop thinking about my cock, and how at this point about 5 months without sex was unbearable. She even told me how tight she had gotten from lack of use.

Newlyweds

I shiver as I wait patiently to be joined.

I spent the morning being preened and waxed and plucked, made to look smooth and soft for my new husband. The officiating took place early, and I could barely see him through my veil. I’ve caught glimpses in the past few months when he would come to speak to my father, and today, during the celebration. But neither of us are allowed to see the other until we’re consummating our marriage.

I know he’s much older than my 19 years, and bigger than me. And I know that he requested that I be waiting on all fours for him on the bed, my face pressed into the soft blanket, and on display for him. My mother said consummating would hurt, but that being a wife means being dutiful.

The door opens with a click, and I hear footsteps coming close. There are hands on my hips. They slide down my legs, and then back up, rest on my thighs. “Spread yourself open for me.” He says, gruffly. My face gets hot, and shaking, I reach back to hold my asscheeks apart.

[MF] Summer

It’s a beautiful summer Saturday. Having a house with a garden means we can go and enjoy it outside. There’s a couple of trees giving us shade. You brough out a blanket, a couple of pillows and a picnic basket. Where in the world did you find that? A couple of delicious jam sandwiches, some cold beer and my head on you. If this isn’t heaven I don’t know what is. We lie down. Warm breeze rustles the leaves. Your hair smells like flowers.

[MF] My first time in a public space

As a preface to this story. I was dating a guy at the time and we decided to try to have an open relationship. This meant that we both found another person to have sex with outside of the relationship. I chose an ex-boyfriend (let’s call him Dylan) that I hadn’t spoken to in nearly five years other than a singular meeting here and there. This is the story of our first sexual encounter after we made the deal.

I had written back and forth with Dylan for a few days, slowly getting more and more suggestive. In the beginning he was very confused by the sexual undertones, seeing as I was in a relationship. When I explained the situation to him, he was all in. We talked possible places where we could have sex, seeing as my boyfriend at the time was always home and Dylan was homeless at the time. We decided to meet in the centre of the city a couple of days later to talk and maybe fuck if we found a place.

I tell you, “Stay away from me, son. It’s forbidden. It’s taboo.” And yet, holy shit, I want you. [Father/Son incest fantasy]

It’d been some time since I last touched you. I had my reasons for it. Not to get close to you again. You were my son. My own flesh and blood. And yet, a year ago, when you’d turned eighteen, you’d managed to make me believe that it was okay. That there was no harm done if you climbed into my bed at night and touched me…there.

And God, I hadn’t minded. Not one bit. But there was this nagging thought in the back of my head that I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be the one protecting you, not the one exploiting you. You were so young. So deliciously innocent and yet, Hell, so goddamn eager and fucking dirty. It blew my mind. Because you knew exactly what you wanted. Me.

*Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.*

I was your caretaker. Your father, your friend, your lover.

And I stood in the way of any other options. Because when you were with me, you weren’t with anyone else. I couldn’t…live with that. So I had set you free. Two months ago. And ever since that day, I’d made sure that you slept in your room (again) while I slept in mine, alone (again). It was hard. So many nights spent sleepless, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you were still awake. You were, and more often than not, you’d tried to seduce me again.

[MF]-Kinky Reddit Success Story!

Made this post the other day looking to spice my birthday up.
[Original Post](https://www.reddit.com/r/SoCalR4R/comments/fhbzqx/30_m4f_oceansidesd_just_your_everyday_witty_tall/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
I got a few pms but I clicked with one in particular. She was funny, sexy, and really kinky. I’m a Dom and luckily she was a sub and down for anything.

We met up at in n out last night and chatted while eating double doubles and discussing the shortage of toilet paper at Costco. The conversation only got hotter over the next half hour.

We decided to take the convo over to her place where we immediately began some intense making out and heavy petting. I had to stop to make sure I know her boundaries and set up some safe words. Normal protocol.

After everything was agreed on and clear, we made our way to her bedroom where we started to rip each other clothes off. To my surprise she was wearing some very lacy undergarments. Fucking hot. Her body was perfect.

I stop. Order her to get on her knees and show me how she sucks a cock. And needless to say… DAMN! Girl had some skills! [For Science](https://imgur.com/a/vmqbYwm)

She is not my cousin [MF] Part 2

She is not my cousin [MF] Part 2

*** Bare with me on this one. It will be Part 3 we’re we get into what turned her into Monster’s slave.”***

So the next few days really messed with me. I knew what we did was ok. It felt so comfortable being with El that way. I wanted to talk to her about what had happened, but I never felt it was the right time. I wondered if it was her “I just a needed distraction” moment.

She didn’t know it was my first time [MF] ?

Visualization of myself: divorced, single 30 year old military male with brown curly hair and mischievous eyes. My eyes change between dark green to grey-blue depending on my mood, 5’6” with a athletic/ wrestlers build, a smile that is big and bright, average sized 6” cock, and an intellect that is highly analytical with a introverted personality that edges on extroverted and vivacious when with a date. I have a ‘harem’ of women (as one of my dates whom I see frequently calls them) that I cycle through bi-weekly, and am always looking to add to and date, get to know and fuck on a regular basis. Names always changed to provide anonymity.

I went to college a bit later in life and was a sexually frustrated 25 year old. I still hadn’t had sexual intercourse and was waiting out till marriage….though I had experienced oral sex. Several of the girlfriends / partners i played with did not want to take my virginity, but more than willing to sate our sexual desires through oral sex. Thus for the past three years I learned how to make women cum using my fingers, mouth and tongue to make them cum multiple times. Still to this day I am complimented on my fingering skills and said to have the ‘magic touch’.

[F] Breaking the funk

Lately I’ve been absolutely crammed with uni and work, to the point I’ve felt like I’ve had no life. Deciding I needed something to lift my mood, I jumped back on the tinder train. It’s not something I’ve used massively, both myself and my partner agree that there’s the potential for dangerous situations to arise, however given the dire funk I was in, I felt needs must.

After a few days of swiping, chatting and feeling like this was going to end in a big fat nothing, I matched a good looking guy, who I somewhat recognised. A quick FB stalk later, and I saw we had a few mutuals, so I decided to be bold and struck up a conversation. He was laid back, funny, and didn’t show any signs of being a sociopath, so I thought ‘what the hell?’ I gave him an invite to come over, which he was more than happy to accept.