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The Roommate [OC] [MMF]

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!!” Was the only thing Amy could say when she ripped off the eviction notice from the door. One wild party and management in the apartment complex thought it necessary to evict her. Amy had only been living in this new apartment for four months. It wasn’t the nicest place in town, hell for that matter the place was a shithole, but it was all she could afford. Finding another place at this price was going to be near impossible. Nevertheless though Amy found herself with thirty days to find something else.

A shower first though, she thought. Maybe that will calm me down. Plopping down on the couch wrapped in a towel Amy opened a beer and fired up her laptop. Time to do some apartment hunting. Three hours and four beers later she found herself frustrated as ever. She had resorted to craigslist in order to exhaust all efforts. That’s when she saw it.

Female Roommate Wanted

Two males seeking a three’s company. One bedroom

All expenses paid for a female roommate willing to do

Chores and other household tasks. Read more »

[MF] [Public] The Awakening of A Slut

Hi! I’m new here, and I’m not sure if I should start posting nudes or not, so I’ll start out with how my inner slut was awakened. These took place a few years ago. Most of the behaviour was illogical, so forgive me. I was young and horny.

It all started on a summer day when I decided that I finally wanted to live out my exhibitionist fantasies. I planned to do something small, like masturbate in a changing room or something. I wore one of my usual naughty outfits, a tube top with a short plaid skirt. I live in the city, so people didn’t really care much about slutty outfits. I decided to forego the underwear.

I was on my way to the mall when a guy catcalled me (I know it’s wrong, but I was horny!) and asked if he could take me out. I nonchalantly agreed. We walked together to the mall and decided to eat in the food court. I was already squirming and extremely wet at this point. If I had a pair of panties on, they would probably be soaked. He tried to be polite, but I think we both knew where it was going. I told him that I planned on fulfilling some exhibitionist fantasies and he offered to lend a helping hand (and cock, and mouth) Read more »

College semi formal gone wild with my BF [FM]

I’m home and kinda horny, I need to tell this story. Before the winter break, it was my sorority semiformal, it’s basically a college prom. Everyone would wear their best outfits (suit and dress). It is the last event of this semester, so my bf and I decided that we should go hard and have the most fun this time which we definitely did.

Everything started about a week prior when I told my bf, I would get the new dress for this event, I knows that he loves seeing me in a dress. But I have a plan, I went to a mall by myself. I planned to keep my dress a secret from him until the day of the event. I knew that I just made him even more curious about it and I absolute loves it.

As the day of the event, I told him that this year’s formal would be in an off-campus location which mean that everyone would have to the bus to this place and the bus would leave around 6 PM, so we decided that he would come pick me up after class and walk to the bus together from my place. He was so excited for the event, as I sit in my class, I got a text from him Read more »

[MF] Wish I could be with her one last time

We met on Tinder or Bumble or something like that. I remember everything about her – her apartment, her bedroom, the way our conversations felt.

She was about 5‘6” and on the thicker side, but she had the most amazingly beautiful face, a perfectly proportioned body, and an insanely dirty and open mind.

It didn’t take long for us to decide we wanted to hang out, maybe a couple of days. I drove to her house after work one night, probably around seven or 8 o’clock. I remember stopping at the CVS down the street to pick up a few things. I remember being super nervous.

When I finally got there, she met me outside and took me upstairs to her apartment. She was exactly as I thought she would be, beautiful eyes and a perfect smile.

I walked in the door and she had a small kitchen to the right, a dining room table to the left, and the living room with the sofa and TV right in front of me. We sat on the couch and she immediately turned on Parks & Rec and asked if I had seen it. I said no and so she turned it on, though I knew that this was just a formality, and activity to proceed what we were about to do that somehow made it seem less dirty. Read more »

[F] Solo sex in the gym shower

I am a 40F woman and like to think I am still an attractive milf type. I have had very few slutty experiences in real life but many, many online. Yesterday, before I went to the gym I had been browsing what is usually a dead end wasteland of poorly written stories on Literotica and stumbled on one in which a woman found an anonymous note in her gym bag encouraging her to masturbate in the shower after her soccer team practice. Of course she did it, otherwise there would not have been a story. The next day she found another note that made it obvious she had been observed and imploring her to do it again.

One of my big fantasies has been to get caught doing this and then to be coerced into lesbian sex by whoever caught me, so this really captured my imagination. After my workout, I was in the locker room, in the stall, alone showering behind a cheap plastic curtain thinking about what I had read. To be honest, I had not actually finished the story so I don’t know how it developed but I could feel myself getting wet and my clitoris tingling. I left the water running, sat on the built in bench and rubbed myself to a hard orgasm thinking about being observed through the crack between the curtain and the wall. Read more »

The time I [M] and the wife [F] got invited to a remote cabin

This one is WAY back, like in the early 70’s. The wife and I had split once, then gotten back together for some reason I still have no answer for. Maybe because of her body, andmy being young and overly virile.

We knew this couple, Gordon and Liz that were close friends. My wife Shari was tiny, 4’8″ although she claimed to be 4’9″. Liz was about 5’8″, tall for a woman, yet Shari and Liz were as close as two women can get. Talk about appearing as night and day, Shari dark hair, Liz was blonde. I was six feet and 200 pounds at the time, Hair overly long, Gordon was around 180, shorter and blockier, he wore glasses and was balding with a widow’s peak. Gordon and I did quite a bit of the “buds” stuff, like fishing, bowling, hunting. We often took the girls out dancing and drinking, but it was always just friends. Perfectly normal for years, except for that one incident, my fault. Read more »

[MF] (Long Story!) Once in a Lifetime

In a sentimental mood, I guess. Decided to write down my favourite memory. Then decided to share it, just on the off chance someone might enjoy.

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So, my family moved to the USA from Australia when I was a teenager. I stuck around for university, where I met a brilliant, sweet, adventuous, and generally straight-up interesting girl, a couple years older than myself. I’m going to call her ***. She was my first ever partner, and I was her first serious commitment (not counting a short and poorly-chosen ^(her words, not mine) high school romance).

We hadn’t really meant to start anything, at first. We simply got along a little too well, started finding more excuses to meet up, kept talking later and later into the night. This led to us staying overnight at one anothers’ dormitories on a regular basis, before we finally formally embraced what everybody else had figured out almost half a year earlier. As though making up for this slow start, we then moved recklessly fast ^(the ‘immediately moving into a flat together’ kind of recklessness). Read more »

The Night

Her nervous energy was getting the best of her. He was on his way to her hotel room and she couldn’t contain her excitement.

They’d been friends for a couple of years now, even close friends. They shared a chemistry that was unexplainable but real. They had chatted the first night about how they both felt the butterflies and sparks but how it would never be anything more than a friendship. He was in a relationship and she was married. She also lived several states away. It just wasn’t in the cards. Still, it didn’t keep her from often wondering what might have been. They chatted on the phone often and when they did, it just felt right.

The feeling of comfort, friendship, and sexual tension never went away and certainly never minimized, only building over time. By now, he knew her better than her own husband knew her. Their ability to share information comfortably with each other allowed him to learn everything about her. What turned her on, what her fantasies were, and secrets she had never told anyone, including her husband. That feeling of trust meant something to her, it meant something to both of them. Read more »

[FM] Multiple orgasms from a friend

I’ve known this man for several years, but yet I barely knew him. He was simply a friend among other friends. I was a happily married women and he himself was married, but our conversations always left me intrigued. After my husband passed away, I continued to hang out with the same group of friends and slowly our conversations and texts turned more frequent. Then one day, a very hot Monday, our A/C wasn’t working at the office. I texted him to complain and asked him out to lunch so I could cool off. He picked me up and off we went. While I don’t remember the conversation exactly, I ended up inviting him over to my house for a drink after work. I had invited him over before and didn’t expect anything besides conversation. However I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I had butterflies in my stomach this time. He was just a friend and we had a great time talking. Why was I nervous for him to come over?
He arrived shortly after I got home and I poured us each a drink. We chatted and laughed and were having a great time. He was on one side of the kitchen island and I made sure to stay on the other side. I needed that barrier between us, as my body was aching for him. I took a phone call and he walked around the island and began to massage my shoulders. I wanted to stop him, yet it was the last thing I wanted. I ended the call and we walked into the living room. The alcohol was kicking in and I felt my defenses going down. I kissed him, not knowing how he would respond and hoping I wasn’t misreading the situation. I wasn’t. It was exhilarating and scary and amazing. I hadn’t kissed another man in so many years, but it felt so right. The moments after the kiss are kind of blurry. My mind was in overdrive, my nipples were hard and I could feel the wetness in between my legs. He left a short time later, but our text messages continued for the next couple of hours. I don’t remember the exact exchange, but I told him to come back. I needed him in a way I didn’t understand myself. He obliged and was at my door within 20 min.
I didn’t waste time on words, my body needed him. I led him to the bedroom and our clothes came off. Even though we had never slept together, our bodies worked in unison and I felt things I had never felt before. He was a gentleman and yet took control in the most erotic way I have ever known. I had orgasm after orgasm, in ways I had never experienced before. I was left both speechless and breathless. It was so wrong, yet felt so right. After he left, I was worried our friendship was over. We crossed a line that is hard to come back from. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, yet I wanted to feel that again. Fast forward to present day, 5 months later. We are still friends, maybe a little more, and the way our bodies respond to each other is even more incredible. The number of orgasms this man can give me is simply amazing and beyond comprehension. I crave his touch and get wet just looking into his eyes. He has a way of reading my body and knowing what I need. I’ve had good sex in the past, but with him, I’ve never felt such intense pleasure.