We Met Online [F30/M32] [blowjob] [cumshot] [Orgasm]

I knocked on Emily’s door feeling nervous to meet her in person for the first time. We met online like most people do nowadays and I traveled to her state to have our first real date. She opened the door and had a big smile on her face as she greeted me with “Hey slut!” We both laughed and she hugged me.

“Wow Daisy Duck, you’re even more gorgeous in person,” I said while admiring her low cut top, curled brown hair, and shorts that showed of her toned legs.

“Haha oh shut up,” Emily spouted. “Want to come inside?”

“Of course,” I said and I winked at her as I passed through the front door.

We had decided to have the date at her house and make dinner there. I brought a couple bottles of wine and some movies to watch. We worked on making chicken fettuccine Alfredo and opened the first bottle of wine. I poured a couple glasses as she cooked and handed one to her. We climbed the glasses together in cheers and both took a sip.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” said Emily.

Excited to show off my G[F] on vacay

My GF and I are going to Cuba in a couple weeks and I can’t fucking wait. She has bought a few very skimpy bikinis from Boutine la. We are going to an adult’s only resort specifically so that she doesn’t feel weird prancing around in a skimpy bikini that barely covers anything. We went to Dominican before covid and I loved seeing how many guys couldn’t resist checking her out. And this time she is gonna get even more attention due to her slutty bikinis😈 I love seeing other guys eye fuck her knowing that I get to fuck her and they can only imagine. We had some of the best sex ever in Dominican cause we were both constantly horny. This time around we might even try to find another chick or couple to flirt with and possibly take them back to our room. Not to mention she lets me takes lots of pics of her to show off on social media.

Down the alleyway on our anniversary [MF] (Romantic, Public, Oral, Facial)

It was the last night of our anniversary week away, and we had just had an incredible dinner and dessert at a well-known and respected restaurant in the city. After I had paid the bill and we gathered our coats and other belongings, we exited the restaurant and started to make our way back to our car.

Before reaching our car, you halted, which made me turn around to check if everything was alright. As I turned, I was immediately greeted by your beautiful eyes and a love-filled smile.

“Thank you for dinner tonight. It was perfect,” You said as you walked up next to me and wrapped your arms around me.

I didn’t have enough time to react to how amazing that made me feel, but I planted a soft kiss on the top of your head and wrapped my arms around you.

We stood there for a few minutes, embracing one another’s love for each other and keeping each other warm from the cold air.

After you pulled away, we just looked each other in the eyes before you broke the silence and asked, “Can we go for a short walk first?”.

She’s a good girl Pt 1

It starts as it usually does

When he arrived at the restaurant, Melissa was already seated. She was early, only by a few minutes, but it was a nice surprise.

As he was being walked to their table she looked up from her menu and beamed at him across the dining room. Dinner was always an occasion for both. They both dressed up, they always tried to pick somewhere they hadn’t been before and they always made an occasion of it. Tonight was no different. So when he saw Melissa smile across the room, the tone was set for the evening.

Tonight it was a Chinese restaurant they’d never been to before, but the talk was their dumplings were sensational! And so it turned out. They talked and ate. And flirted. The tension ratcheting up slowly with things left unsaid and other things a little more overt.

And when the moment felt right, which happened to be over green tea, he posed his first direct question of the night.

“Are you wearing the plug I left on the nightstand, slut?”

He hit the tone just right, and chose his moment precisely.

[M]y [F]riend got off to one of my stories, in front of me

We’ve been friends since high school. There’s always been a flirty playfulness to our relationship, though it’s not the foundation of it—we have a lot in common and genuinely care about each other. This conversation from several years ago captures it well:

Me: [commenting on a story she told of two friends who are constantly hitting on one another] “yeah I feel like friendships where there’s that much sexual tension just are weird idk”
Her: “then what the hell would you call this?”
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During covid, I’ll admit, we got into the practice of sending each other nudes on occasion. Don’t judge, it was a lonely time (and her boobs are IMMACULATE). Ahem.

She also is aware of my…uh…affinity for writing—ok I’ll just say it, erotica—and has read some of my stories enthusiastically. Lately she’s been joking about the idea of me writing one about a three way between myself and her [F] fwb. It really did start as a playful sort of thing, but she’s asked about it a few times since then which really got me thinking. A few weekends ago I had some free time and decided what the hell, I’ll at least start on it.

[M] I told my gf about the fact I would love to share her with an older guy (40+)… few weeks later we both decided she should flirt with an older guy in a club.

We are just casual couple not like super crazy porn couple. When I told her about my cuckolding kink she was kinda shocked but also interested. After few talking sessions and positive attitude she became more interested or even curious.
Few weeks later we went out and at the very beggining it was obvious we are both in flirty mood. We went to some club and I started to ask her who of the older guys she might like… shecpointed out one.
After few drink I challenged her to start talking with him. She didnt wanted to do it alone so we both talked with him and shared a drink. It was fun and they both definately had some desire. At the final of evening wecwere both in our bed talking aboute this experience while she was stroking me slowly and my fingers was playing with her clit…

Maybe if you are older guy (40+!) and would love to build long term quality conversation about her and our sexlife, hit me up.

Massaging the Misogynist’s Wife (M45,F30)

“I want you to give my wife a massage,” began the email. “She’s a frigid bitch and she never puts out. Though I’m sure she’s a fucking slut when I’m not around.”

I already didn’t like him. I despise the denigration of women. However, sometimes it’s worth resisting the urge to slap someone in case a more satisfying option arises.

He wanted to arrange a massage for her to get on her own and then have the details reported back to him. In his words, “I know the cunt will fuck you. I want to hear what a shitty little slut she is.”

I know sometimes people play with that kind of language. They don’t mean it. It’s a form of role play. If two consenting adults want to participate, I’m not going to judge. But the way his message read, I got the feeling it was really the way he felt. I arranged to call him to go over details of this proposed massage.

Jokingly flirting with my former student led to fucking in front of my boyfriend [MF]

I’ve told a few stories about my open relationship with my boyfriend on my profile. This story is when our open relationship has been going on for a while. At this time, we’ve explored it together and individually and really started to be more confident in what we were doing. We knew what we liked and we really began enjoying it fully!

Now Harry had really emphasized his love for hearing about me fucking around. He’d talk about the thrill and the jealousy he’d feel and especially when I’d fuck somebody with a huge cock or a gorgeous body, he’d make me tell every detail. It became a huge turn on for me and I inevitably began looking for guys who would really get the biggest reaction out of him.

I [M] helped an infertile couple have 2 kids, and it was an amazing experience

This was about 5 years ago now… This couple whom I was friends with was trying to start a family. I knew the both of them from a past job. I wasn’t that close with them, but close enough to be someone they mentioned their struggles to. They kept trying for over a year and were having no luck.

They began exploring sperm donors, or even adoption. One day, it clicked in their head that I looked very similar to the father. Rather than going through all the hassle and costs of finding a sperm donor, they asked me if I would be willing. Looks-wise, this would make everything very easy for them and the rest of their family. Their plan was to just keep that a secret between the 3 of us and raise the child as their own (physically and biologically). I had no issue with any of it and was totally onboard. This idea circulated in their heads for months. At some point, I began to think it was a knee-jerk reaction on one of their parts, and unlikely to become a reality.

[FM] My orgasms got deeper and more satisfying Part 2

This is the internet, huh? In the midst of a global pandemic, this is the new method of social interaction. I browsed around on the internet and found a few sites that looked promising. There were a few places where I signed up, but I quickly abandoned them.

Many of these sites appear to be populated primarily by sleazy middle-aged men, creepy types, bored teenagers, and the like. When a guy showed interest, all he wanted was pictures; others wanted numbers and wanted to have sex that night; still others would chat briefly before vanishing.

It seemed like there were no Black men within three to four hours’ drive of some sites. After that, I began talking to a guy on a particular platform. It was stated in his profile that he was in his 50’s, was employed, lived between 25 and 30 miles away, etc. We had an online conversation that lasted for weeks, and eventually we decided to exchange phone numbers. We had a nice chat during which he gushed about his affinity for white women and probed me about my sudden fascination with Black males. The two of us managed to schedule a “date” in the end. He insisted that I don a skirt and high heels for our date. I think I got a little more interested in him because of how demanding he was. Do I enjoy being told what to do?