Before I Left [MF]

It was a couple of weeks before I left for bootcamp and it was the stone age of social media.  A girl I had gone to high school with had contacted me via Myspace. Apparently she had a crush on me and wanted to spend some time with me before I went off to explore the world. 

Being that I was otherwise unattached I agreed. We went on some dates and hung out for those few weeks.  We had a ton of fun, her family even took me out to their cabin for a day of boating, fishing and food. I went water skiing for the first time that day. Well she needed to go to work the next day so didn’t stay the weekend with her family and she drove us home. 

It was just me and her at her house. While we were at her house she confided to me that she was a virgin and she was wanting me to be her first. I was touched and very much turned on. We retired to her bedroom.

I [M] so want to fuck my wife’s sister[F]

My wife is amazing. Beautiful face, big tits and ass. A bit heavier than she would like these days. Her sister never married or had kids. An amazon next to my wive (nearly 6′). Great tits (a bit smaller, which is still huge, but never having kids, I am sure they are still very firm) thinner than my wife, without much ass to speak of, but damn I want to tittyfuck her. I am a shitty writer, but would love to write a story about seducing her.

(F25) Poker game humiliation [group] [gloryhole] [surprise]

So fair warning upfront this involves some surprise twists and may not be for everyone. But I still get wet thinking about. I’m pretty attractive between c cups and my athletic build.

My SO and I have a very kinky relationship. We’ve been escalating for sometime. Him being dom and me being into forced humiliation. This included for my birthday he tied me up and had a friend of his fuck me while I was blindfolded. I still dont know who he was. But that’s a different story.

This was the result of a poker night where he wanted to take it to the next level. Poker night for his friends was always serious. They usually played once a month for 100 each with 6-8 guys. So pretty big pot. We planned out what would happen but in true dom fashion even though I knew what to expect he still found a way to embarrass me.

Now I get to receive free handjobs because of my medical condition [MF] (Update I)

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So this condition actually turned my life around a lot more than I thought.

Orgasms for me used to be something I wanted to feel every other day just because they feel so good. Now that I have to have an orgasm in the intentions of “emptying” my sack, it was a lot different.

I’m always thinking about the next opportunity for me to cum. And I have to say it does bother me sometimes. However it isn’t really that bad how things turned out.

Fortunately I have an amazing girlfriend and she actually understands how hard this is for me, so she makes this a lot easier actually.
Because of my condition my girlfriend now lets me fuck her whenever I want/need.
It sounds funny describing it this way, but I think that’s very kind of her to let me do it, because I can imagine it can get tiring for her sometimes.

But we try our best to separate actually having sex for our pleasure, both mine and hers, and just me having to empty myself.

Also when we’re actually going to fuck, I do focus 100% on her pleasure and do whatever she wants to do, I think that’s only fair.

[F] So I was trying to take a piss…

I let go of the handrail and made my way through a sea of other commuters leaving the train car. It was late, and I was ready to go home. But first on the to do-list was to find a bathroom. I had been holding it for quite some time, reluctant to have to miss the last train home. I made it, but I knew I didn’t have a lot of time left. I would need to pee before getting in my car and going home.

I knew there was a good restroom at the Kmart nearby that would be open. I often went there because the ones at the station were usually occupied, and besides they were filthy. I fast-walked into the brightly lit store and headed straight for the back left corner where the restrooms were. I made it in there and made quick work of getting my pants around my ankles and on top of the seat. Soon I began a very satisfying piss. I felt a hearty stream leave me. I could feel the warmth leaving my body. I enjoyed this sensation for a few seconds. I began to spurt a little, to empty everything from my bladder when something appeared where I was staring at the floor. I noticed a pair of slim, hairy legs. Then I noticed the penis between them.

The Whore on 8th Floor [MF]

It’d been some time since Angie got home from school, heartbroken, in debt, stuck working a cashier job and taking advantage of the free rent in her parent’s basement. She had half a degree to show for it, and maybe she’d go back someday, but it surprised everyone in her small town when such a smart girl came back so abruptly. But Angie knew exactly where she went wrong in school. And despite what people thought, Angie had no regrets.

The boys in her dorm had a shared bathroom, and Angie’s room was right next to it. She’d set a goal to be as social as she could. A bit of a bookworm, she’d had a late growth spurt in high school and never was one of the cool girls. But she could change all that at College, she was certain of it. And so every day, she made a point to keep her dorm-room door wide open, and strike up as many conversations as she could.

I [M] watched hi[M] in the gym showers

I pealed off my sweaty clothes, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to take a shower after a workout. The showers at my gym are one big rectangular room. There are a couple stalls by the entrance, but otherwise it’s completely open, just shower heads and hooks for your towel running down either wall.

As I walked in, I thought I had the whole thing to myself, which would be rare since there are usually a dozen guys in the locker room at that time of day. As I got past the stalls, I realized there was one guy in there, mostly obscured from the rest of the locker room by the stall wall. I pulled off my towel and took a shower head a couple spaces down from him. I couldn’t help by take a glance as I passed. Noticeably, he was not completely soft. And it became clear exactly why quite soon. I can understand being thorough, but this guy was very focused on washing his cock. Even while washing other parts of his body, he would continue to hold his balls or cock. I couldn’t help but watch, we didn’t make eye contact, but it was obvious to both of us that he was showing off and I was watching. As we showered, he got fully erect. He continued to touch himself and seemingly didn’t care if anyone was going to walk in and see him. After finishing his shower, he grabbed his towel and left the showers, his still mostly hard cock leading the way.

My Sister Lizzy Part 3 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

“Make love to me.”
I stepped up to her and began to undress her while looking deep into her eyes.
Starting with her top I lifted her arms and very slowly raised the shirt and removed it.
Leaning in for another kiss I undid her bra and she shook it off of her shoulders.
In front of me were the most wonderful breasts, as I said she had these little “A” cups with a chest that was almost flat and a pair of nipples that stood proud, like a pair of pencil erasers.
Lizzy loved her little titties and would look down with distaste to anyone who thought breasts make a woman and I loved her for that.
I spent a long while just teasing them to their full hardness.
Taking a lesson from Lizzy’s own playbook I went to my closet and took a wide black tie.

Stepping up to Lizzy I asked her “Do you trust me?”
“Yes” Was her answer.
I requested that she stand passive and not to touch me until I ask her.
Taking the tie I placed it around her eyes and tied it, blocking her vision.
I turned her away from me and began to trace my finger ever so gently across her spine and along the lines of her back.
As I did this you could see little shivers crawl up her back wherever my fingers had just traveled.

“A Dick Appointment” [M/F] – [CNC] – [Breeding]

It had been awhile, but we had finally each gotten some time to catch up and see one another after only interspersed texts for a few weeks. We sat in the small booth of the coffee shop catching up on what we’d been up to since we last saw one another. You weren’t dressed up to anything fancy, just light make-up and a well-fitting casual dress that accentuated your picturesque curves and showcased your tattoos.

“…I still owe him a dick appointment,” you were saying. “We hooked up once a year or so ago, and have been meaning to again sometime, but I haven’t had the libido lately,” you continued.

I was a little miffed at that. After all, when we had first met, we had a deep sexual interest in one another. I still remembered some of the first texts we had exchanged, where you’d said things to me like “I’ll be a good slut for you, sir. I want you to take what you want from me.” I’d tell you all about how I’d pin you down and hold your throat and fuck you bare until I bred you, and you’d tell me how wet you’d get from me looking over your gonewild posts and fantasizing about us fucking.