[FM] A Wild Night at a New Orleans Sex Club

It was about four years ago when my boyfriend (now husband) and I decided to plan a trip to New Orleans for spring break. We had been dying to go together to experience the amazing food, drink, and general debauchery. He and I have always been on the adventurous side in terms of experiences, and this one was no different.

A little back story, he and I are both very exhibitional when it comes to sex. About a year or so before New Orleans, when I was about 20, we decided to go to a sex club for the first time and we loved it. Feeling like so much attention is on you when you’re in such a sensual state is just exhilarating. Well fast forward a little and we decided to branch out and find a new sex club in New Orleans to see what different sexy experiences it may have to offer to indulge our exhibitionist side. Read more »

(30)[M]ade a breakthrough with my (28)[F]iance.

I’ve posted before about our friend taking my fiancé to our bed and making her cum repeatedly, but there was no PIV or kissing at that time.

A week after that, we had a one-night stand with a [NB] HOT ebony absolute fuck-God where we both got fucked silly by the most thoughtful, biggest, blackest, hardest, thickest cock we’ve ever seen. I’m normally the dom in the relationship but that night I let myself be controlled by them. They fucked my fiance to the point where she was incoherently moaning and groaning, her pussy squirting like mad and getting all creamy with the repeated assault it was under. He then put my face in her cunt and slowly but surely split my poor, untrained asshole open and fucked me into the same oblivion my fiance was just coming out of. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to become their cum dump. I wanted to throw my dominant spirit away and become a freely usable fuck toy for this god. The night ended and we have some things to plan in the future with them. Read more »

[MF] broke in Paris Pt 3

TLDR recap: in Paris in my mid 20s I had an amazing visit with a lovely young prostitute.

Pt 3:
Slowly she washed us both off and helped me get dressed. As I left she gave me a piece of paper. Her phone number. “We get coffee,” she said. “Tuesday afternoon.”

I staggered away at 3 in the morning weak in the knees, hardly able to walk. Getting home took two hours. No cash for a cab, the metro closed. I slept all the next day and could still taste her, still feel her riding me. And Tuesday afternoon I called and she answered and told me to meet her at a cafe near the Sorbonne.

She was lovely in street clothes, a green patterned dress that came to her upper thighs. She kissed me and actually bought me a cafe au lait. Then she said, “You like me.”

“Yes.”

She explained we could go out but she was not giving up on clients. That we would be tested at the free clinic— she was tested monthly anyway— and if she didn’t feel safe after a client she’d use condoms again with me. Read more »

[MF] I got dominated by a close friend, and now he’s all I crave

I initially wrote this out and it was a pretty long story, but here’s the short version. Basically, a close guy friend had been telling me how he was struggling to find someone that was as kinky as he was in bed. This was normal conversation for us, as we had always been nothing but platonic friends, and knew that each other was into kink.

After some flirty hints and smartass remarks from both of us, things definitely picked up, and suddenly we were on top of each other. I know is sounds cliche and like it’s out of a crappy film, but I’m being honest when I say it kinda just happened.

Either way, it was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. He was very gentle at first, and REALLY took his time with foreplay, teasing and edging me the whole time of course. Once we actually started fucking though, he started to be super rough with me, and I loved every second of it. Let’s just say that my pussy was definitely sore, and my ass was quite bruised. Mostly because I’m a brat and knew how to get the punishments I wanted. Read more »

[FM] I’ve been letting my fwb use me like a cum slut while my bf is across the country (19f)

My bf recently moved across the country to start law school. We decided to start a open relationship while we are long distance to fulfill any sexual desires / need for physical intimacy.

But we had a few rules:

1. Use protection for safety and to avoid accidental pregnancies
2. Have to tell the other person before hooking up/meeting with some one
3. No going on dates or hanging out with the person we are hooking up with

The rules felt very reasonable at first until I met T, (30m). Upon our first meeting I was obsessed. Hotter then my bf, fucked me even better, was more attentive and overall more fun.

T was unaware of my open relationship, but my bf knew I was seeing him. But thought it was only once a week.

In reality I’ve been spending almost all my time with T. Hookups multiple times a week, dates, sleepovers, even hanging out with his friends. Breaking rule 3.

Most recently I broke the first rule. Letting T use me like a fuck toy and getting treated like his cum dump has been amazing. He fucks and fills me even more then my bf did. Read more »

[MF] – I watched my fwb taste another girl’s cum

A few months ago, I was dating a girl. Let’s call her Sofia.. Our chemistry was great. Sex was intense and sensual. But I wanted more than she did out the relationship. I still kept seeing Sofia, but I started searching elsewhere and went on dates. Until I met this other chick. Let’s call her Ashley. She was nice. Cute. Chemistry was ok.. But her intelligence is what intrigued me. We decided to not rush into things. A few weeks into knowing her, we hooked up a couple of times. But it wasn’t the same as it was with Sofia.

One summer night, I was out with Sofia. We went for a walk at the park, had a great time talking, and we hooked up in the car. She came twice. And squirted once. It was fucking hot. She’s very submissive and passionate. Read more »

[MF] Broke in Paris pt 1

Everyone one in this story is 18+

As a young man in my early to mid 20s between stages of graduate school I worked for a while in Paris. My French was and is awful and I had a hard time making friends and connections. This was the mid 90s and there was a lot of Anti American sentiment at the time. I’d been dumped by my stateside gf and so it was a tough time. I was broke as hell and drinking too much and getting pretty scruffy and down at heel. There’s a way the French do scruff that looks cool— but I didn’t have it. Maybe I was too lonely and desperate.

I had a friend, Francois, who told me I needed to change my luck. I agreed but kept striking out. And so one day he gave me a couple hundred dollars in francs— this is before the Euro— and handed me an address below Monmarte in what I later learned is called the Pigalle.

“Old house,” he told me. “Very respectable.” Read more »

The time I [F] had a full-blown affair with a coworker’s friend [M] on a business trip

This is the story about how my sex drive went from manageable to insatiable. I left work early last week with a “stomachache” because I was so horny I couldn’t focus, and I had to go home and masturbate…

I’m currently on a business trip for work, abroad for 3 months, and away from my husband. We’re in an open relationship and his number one kink is hotwifing. Every time I leave for work travel, he slyly encourages me to go out and pick up guys. I’m on the apps and have hooked up on reddit before (a story for another time), but to be honest, the prearranged ONS don’t really do it for me, so generally it remains an unfulfilled fantasy.

Until this time.

Week two of the project, my coworker invites me out for drinks with her friends. I order a beer and find a table, and in walks in a tall man with thick rimmed glasses. He glances over then does a literal double take, drinking me in, before sitting next to me. I’m a bit surprised, but enjoy the attention. Within a couple minutes of eye contact and chatter, my coworker loudly announces that I’m married. We laugh awkwardly and he leans in – “don’t be offended, you’re just exactly my type”. Read more »

sneaking a peek. his story

God, watching her move is like watching the most beautiful sculpture come to life underneath the artist’s hands. She owns the room. And the funny thing is that she is completely unaware. I shake the ice around in my glass, moving the last drips of what is left to the bottom so that I can join her. She loves to dance. I love to watch her unsuspecting prey. They think that they have a certain power over her because she allows them to lead. Tonight, she is toying with someone who knows what he is doing. I won’t let this one go on too long. 

I walk across the dance floor. I feel the air shift as bodies move around me. The hair on my arms stand erect as I watch him pull her closer. I know she can feel the outline of his body through his sweat-dampened clothes at this point. I intend on replacing that feeling as soon as I can. I reach out for her hand. Her lips curl at the sides showing me her sexy smirk. Holy hell this woman is something else. The timing is perfect; her feet shift to me without even interrupting the beat. I never understand how she does this. It’s as if the music folds itself around her, not her to the music. I press my lips to her neck, inhale as much of her as I can. We move together. There is no one else. Sliding my fingertips across the delicate skin of her face, I turn her lips to mine. I need to devour her.  Read more »

Elisa’s Journey – Part 2: Down the rabbit hole [M/F 18 – 25] [Cheating]

Sam had decided to stay with me, despite catching me sucking our roommate’s dick. He had insisted that we both move out of our shared house with Sarah and Tom. We had to stay at his parent’s house again for a little while, but we eventually moved into a small one-bedroom flat on our own. He had also changed back from the night shift to the day shift, so we were working together again. I was still in love with Sam, but things had changed. Our relationship was always rocky. We would argue a lot, he would grill me about where I had been, and we had definitely moved passed the honeymoon phase of our relationship. I knew it was all my fault, of course. Read more »