The first time I [m] sucked dick [mf]

This happened in March of 2018

Over many years I’ve had a recurring fantasy about being with men and/or trans women. I would push this away, since “I’m a straight male – not interested in that, and married with a child…” and all the reasons I wasn’t gay. While at the same time, 95% of all my male friends were gay.

Over the last few years, these fantasies happened more often, and stronger. A couple weeks ago, my lovely wife and I had a conversation that changed my life. In that conversation, she helped me come to the realization that I like men and women (and at least trans women, if not all trans probably). She had known for years, but never wanted to push. She told me that while she would support me in exploring this, and I could talk to her about it, she wasn’t interested in exploring it with me. So, I was free to explore outside our marriage.

From this conversation, I felt at ease in a way I haven’t in a very long time. I started watching the things I’d been avoiding for years. I kept checking my reaction to different videos, pictures and writings. Come to find out, a lot of it turned me on.

Jessica Emerges [crossdressing, cuckold, bi mmf, oral, femdom]

“Come on out! It’ll be fine!”

Kevin took a deep breath. He and Sandra had been friends for years and it wasn’t as though he didn’t trust her. Still, there was a difference between trusting a friend and taking a step that he, himself, wasn’t sure he was ready for.

His chest was a little tight and that made it difficult to breathe. Only a little. It wasn’t as though the clothes he wore restricted him. They were snug. That’s all. Very snug. The blouse that showed off his shoulders had a neckline that cut across his obviously masculine chest yet, as he admired himself in the mirror, he adored how the floral pattern flowed down past his obliques. He wore a singlet under the blouse. It was black and provided a foundation that let the pattern shine, in addition to giving his body much more slender appeal.

The pair of tight, form-fitting jeans he wore made his hips and butt look good. As he admired himself in the body-length mirror in the store changing room, he considered that the trouble he got forcing them up past his thighs were definitely worth it.

[MF] The French Art Gallery Owner

This takes place when I was 23. I was living in France, as part of a masters program and had just ended it with a girl I had been seeing. Although I was feeling sad, in a way I was relieved it was over. It had not been the healthiest of relationships. When she went back to the US I decided it was best for us to take a break. That night, I met up with some friends to watch a football game and blow off some steam at our local pub where we all drank. That where I met Carla (name changed for her privacy).

Carla was sitting at the bar with her friend when we arrived, and we exchanged a quick glance and a smile. She was very attractive slim body, dark hair, and from what I could tell at least B cup breasts. I later learned she was in her late 30’s. She caught my eye mainly because the bar was usually frequented by regulars and she was fairly attractive. This night I decided to let the night take its course. I had always had an older woman thing, and Carla got my attention more and more throughout the night. We continuously exchanged glances during the game, and her little smile drove me wild.

I have a fantasy I can’t find portrayed the way I want in my head [f]

I seen maybe two videos close to what I fantasize about. But I LOVE creampie gangbangs. Being filled up by complete strangers who have a primitive need to unload. I don’t like most creampie gangbang porn I see because the men take too long to cum or cum halfway in the girl or aren’t aggressive. I want men to cum deep in me. Use me as a cum dumpster and then I want to push out the cum like a waterfall.

Our [f]irst of [m]any.

A few years ago, a casual affair started with a friend of mine. What I thought might be a drunken kiss and nothing else turned into a 3 year long affair. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Adrian* has these mesmerizing eyes. I noticed them the second I first laid eyes on him almost a decade ago. I remember being at parties and thinking “man, how lucky would I be to fuck him?” I was sure he would never be interested. Until that night we walked out of the room, leaving everyone behind, said something magical that instantly made us stop and kiss each other.

A few weeks later we met at a bar and teased each other to no end, eventually making our way to my car. We teased and played with each other like we would for the coming years. And from then on, almost every day, we sent each other dirty little messages and hooked up as much as possible.

This particular story is about the first time we fucked.

JUST ONE THING … I’M NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU [stoned sex] [mast] [oral] [facial]

Ronnie and Joe were old camp friends. He hadn’t seen or talked much with her in over a decade, but suddenly, she found herself being relocated to Boulder. She knew nobody … except for Joe, who had recently moved there himself. And so, she sent him a message via Facebook and asked if they could catch up.

The reunion was mostly unremarkable. They got sushi. They had a few drinks. The conversation was awkward. A few camp memories. A little small talk about the weather and legal pot. And then, they talked about her work. If this had been a date, there would not be a second one. But Joe felt bad for Ronnie. She was new to town and didn’t know anyone.

After dinner, they walked to their cars. They said they’d get together soon, but honestly, he didn’t care one way or the other. A month passed and then another and gradually, Joe kind of forgot about Ronnie. But by the look of things, at least via social media, she was adjusting.

“Do you think this girl is cute?” Ronnie asked via text. A photo appeared. The woman was not cute. He answered honestly: “No. Why? Who is she?”

[MF] A NUDE MODEL GAVE ME THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!

This is a long one so buckle up.

I’m an average looking brown dude which means that I’m about a 4, but I’m tall so I’m more like 6, unless I’m talking to a racist in which case my number never gets above -1. But I’m confident and funny so once I get into a conversation with a girl I can get my number up to 8.5 if I have enough time. That’s the thing, I need time. I bring this up because I have some good looking guy friends and I’ve watched girls in bars literally make out with them without ever exchanging a word. This never happens to me. I have to talk my way into pussy which is what this story is about. It’s about the long game.

**My Backstory:** I get no swipes on tinder. Zero. Brown guys are invisible to pretty white girls. But like my immigrant brethren before me, I persisted in this unfamiliar land and I managed to find a way. I learned to flirt by watching Craig Ferguson clips on Youtube. I was always good at getting laughs from girls but not “sexy guy” laughs, more like “goofy guy” laughs. When you’re goofy, it’s hard not to be goofy. I’m not sure why but watching Craig Ferguson clips taught me how to be sexy-funny instead of goofy-funny. It sounds crazy but if it were not for Craig Ferguson I might still be a virgin to this day.

Quick encounter with a housesitter while her friends were asleep upstairs (xpost from r/sluttyconfessions)

April 2007, so I would have been 44 at the time. She was 22 or 23, I forget which.

I was out of town overnight for work, staying at a friend’s house. Friend and his wife were in bed around 1 a.m. I was bored, couldn’t sleep, so I was on Yahoo chat seeing if anyone was on and up for a meet the next day before I had to come home.

She messaged me and sent a picture: Cute, a bit chubby, short dark hair, glasses. She was looking to hook up too. Now here’s the fun part.

She was housesitting for some friends and they had decided to come home ahead of schedule. She was expecting them about 3 a.m. and she wanted me to come over before they got there. It was 1:30 by then, and I’d have to sneak out of my friends’ house and then sneak back in to make it work.

Challenge accepted. I messaged that I would be there in about ten minutes. “Ok,” she messaged — then, just a few seconds later: “Shit, they’re home already.”

“Damn,” I messaged back. “You going home now? Meet there?”

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Non-Stop Sex for 5 days with 3 different [W]O[M]EN.

Well, What a week that was! I have been having sex starting Tuesday till today morning (5 days) with 3 different women (not at the same time). All adventures were done with physical barriers (aka condom).

Some of my friends know very little about my sex life, the remaining have no clue. I feel comfortable telling you people about some of my adventures, because sometime it feels good sharing with like-minded people.

**Tuesday evening**, the day before I traveled to Florida to stay for 3 days with one of the lovely women I met here in the NYC , I was supposed to meet up with one of my FWB in an open relationship for a night of hot sex, but last minute she was required to stay overtime for work. I texted the doctor I met recently and asked her if she wanted to come over to see if I could make her squirt again. She complied, and came over. We fucked on and off for two hours, and took breaks every time she would cum. We would talk about random stuffs and then fuck again. I came once that night but she, many times. She dressed up to leave, put all her clothes on, and as she was walking out my room, we started to make out again, I got a throbbing hard on so I bent her over my dresser, pull her thong to the side and fucked her again! She was happy, I was tired. She left then I packed.

Yennefer and the Hog [F][EU][Fantasy][Witcher][Beast][Mindbreak]

She had seen plenty of pigs before and seen them in all their various stages between living and on the plate, but the one snorting in the pen was probably the biggest she’d ever seen. It was a bright pink slab of flesh waddling around, occasionally grunting and stomping. The animal was probably twice her weight, and wide enough for two of her. She felt a twinge of fear at the sight, knowing an agitated pig could strip flesh off bone as easily as a ghoul could.

Yennefer didn’t know why she was doing this.

“That right there is Squints, prized pig and winner of the Novigrad Livestock Festival,” said the farmer, who was a squat man with acne scars littering his face and a crooked smile from a snaggletooth. He was every bit as disgusting as someone in his position would be.

“Squints?”

“Sounded cute when he was a lil’ piglet,” laughed the man. It was hard to imagine the massive hog as a small piglet. Squints glanced up toward Yennefer with watery eyes. His nose twitched and with a squeal, he ran his head against the gate. It shuddered under the blow and Squints stomped off, tossing his head.