I had some [F]un in Europe [Part 1]

I’ve never written about any of my romps before but I wanted a place to keep my stories from this trip and I thought maybe I should finally make a contribution to this sub after reading and enjoying everyone else’s stories for the last few years. (Throwaway account because I definitely can’t have this on my main one)

After staring at the walls of the same cubicle for 3 years I decided it’s time for me to use my saved up PTO and get out of town for a bit. None of my friends were able to make the trip with me so I was going solo. It wasn’t my first trip alone, so I wasn’t too worried about it. I bought a ticket to Europe for a week, packed my bags, and headed out before the spring break rush.

Used [f]or the night by hi[m]!

Story from a couple weeks ago, I have a couple other stories about the times we’ve spent together and some pics too!

I laid down on the couch watching tv, an episode of Shameless for those of you who care. Mark walked over holding martinis for both of us and looked at me and asked if I did that on purpose. “Did what on purpose?” I asked. I took up all the space on the couch where he was going to sit, and no it was not on purpose, I just wanted to lay down. So he sat in front of me. After we finished our martinis, Mark got up and poured himself some whiskey.

When he came back he told me to get up and sit on his lap. I whined about being comfy and not wanting to move but I got up and curled up on his lap. He handed me his drink to hold so that he could hold onto me. Then Mark had me give him sips of his whiskey while I was sitting on his lap. (OMG I thought it was so hot). He started to play with my pussy then, rubbing my mound outside of my panties. I was wearing a short dress that buttoned all the way up the front and a pair of grey Calvin Klein’s with no bra.

[True Story] Fucking two redditors in one day (Part one!) [Oral] [Mf]

After my first trip down /r/randomactsofblowjob, I was super happy and felt more confident. Lane was such a sweetie and I had such a nice experience with him that I decided to try for another one. I threw up an ad for a bigger city and was promptly drowned in messages. (I’ve learned since that I usually get anywhere from 20-50+ responses per ad, depending on the size of the city.)

There were so many nice guys to choose from! I honestly couldn’t decide. It came down between two guys and they were both honestly perfect. My inner ho said, “why not both?!” So I scheduled Michael for the morning and Ty for the afternoon.

Michael, a random guy in his 20s, ended up cancelling the day before. Boo! Ty was still on though. I had already felt pretty committed to being a slutty girl that day, so I threw up another ad looking for a last minute fill in for Michael. I went to bed with minimal responses, and figured it just wasn’t meant to be.

Please Dadddddddyyyyyy. Pleaseeeeee will you? [M] [f] [inc] [oral] [voy]

It had been a long trip and I am so glad to be home. The jet stream was good to us today and made our trip an hour and a half shorter then it should have been so instead of getting in at 2 pm we got here at half past noon. The drive home was quick, no traffic at all, what a pleasant surprise. I think of calling the house but pass on it thinking that there would be no-one there anyway. The cab pulls in to our street and I stop him and tell him that I will get out here , it’s too nice of a day no to walk the last few hundred yards. The cabby gives me a funny look as he gives me my change and pops his trunk. I get out of the cab and the warm spring breeze caresses my face. I get my bag and start the walk down the street taking in all flowering trees and shrubs. Their aroma is intoxicating and my mind wonders of to Kelly, my 17 year old daughter. Just before I left on my trip I walked in on her in the bath. It was a honest mistake, she had left the door to the bathroom unlocked and I did not realize that she was in there. She was laying in the tub with her legs up on the edge and her eyes closed with one hand on her rather large soft breasts while the other one was in-between her spread legs.

What really happens in locker rooms? [FM]

The other day, I was reading a post of gonewildstories, that *supposedly* told the story of a girl, using the man’s locker room. And I say supposedly because it didn’t sound real at all.

So I thought I could share my story. When I was 20, I played in a male hockey team. Why? I was studying in a university in a remote area and because there I was the only girl really interested in hockey, I got an exception and was allowed to join the male team.

There were really three types of locker rooms experience:

1. The arena had more than *two* locker rooms. In that case, I would have one all for myself. I would dress, shower and I would be allowed in the male’s locker room just before the game to hear the coach’s speech and after everybody had showered and dressed to participate to the debrief. It’s roughly 20% of the arena I’ve played in.
2. I would have to share the same locker room as my team. But showers were individually divided. That meant no nudity (and sexist jokes) were allowed. *(The coach was really strict about it!)* It’s roughly 30% of the arena I’ve played in.
3. I would have to share the same locker room as my team. But it only had one communal shower, with no divider. Again. No nudity. That would mean that the guys would have to shower in boxers. And I would shower in my sport’s bra/shorts. And people would swap clothes in the bathrooms.

The History of Sex [F/M-robot] [sci-fi?] [Public] [dubcon]

Melanie barely pauses in front of the bio metric scanner as she enters the museum for the day. As a joke, they still kept an old factory time clock by the front door, complete with punch cards for each member of the staff. But like most everything else in the museum, it was only a testament to a more primitive age.

The scanner gives a pleasant hum, acknowledging that DNA molecules in her breath have been verified and the system acknowledges that she should, in fact, be at the museum today.

“Good Morning, Melanie”, a voice chimes.

“Morning, Otto!”

Ok, so technically the pleasing tenor belonged to Automatic Museum Operations Unit 2303, younger brother to similar units currently running the Met, the Smithsonian and Louvre (and all other museums in the world, if we’re getting right down to it). But Melanie had decided early in her tenure at the museum that AMOU (the designation used by most of the staff) felt too impersonal. If the AI system could adopt a nice male voice when it spoke to her, she could take the effort to give him a name. A short brainstorm later and Automatic had morphed to Otto. She’d yet to hear anyone else use the name, but she felt it had helped her grow closer to the AI.

Stranger in the rain

Finished in comments **

I hate the subway. It’s always so dreadful and boring. Crowded and gloomy. With the rain pouring as it is, today is no different. Almost as if the doors are only open for the angry or those in a foul mood. Then there are only two kinds of people who ride: people who never make any eye contact whatsoever, or people who stare the entire time.

It seems today all eyes were forward, imagining their destination no doubt. The want to be home and end this dreary day seemed to hang in the air.

Another stop and we were so crowded it felt as if I could barely breathe. In front of me was a tall man in a thick coat. My chest was basically pressed to his back with my head turned to the side. I had no idea who was behind me, and couldn’t tell even if I wanted to. We were so crammed I didn’t have enough room to turn around.

All seemed normal other than the person behind me bumping into me over and over. Rather frustrating.
All seemed normal until I felt something….different.

[MF] Don’t fuck your coworkers (unless they’re hot)

It’s a bad idea to try to fuck your coworkers. But sometimes your coworkers have a nice ass, great tits and a sexy smile. So this started with a truly bad decision.

I met her a few years ago, and immediately was friendly to her. This was a lot because she was talented, and a lot because she was attractive. I promise that I don’t befriend my coworkers just because I want to fuck them. But I will absolutely picture what it’s like to fuck a coworker that’s attractive.

With her, she had spent time modelling. Going through her Facebook photos was definitely interesting. I did my best not to be a perv, but she was stunning. And she kept posting about open relationships. It was something that she was curious about. Eventually, I took this as an “in,” to strike up a non-professional conversation with her.

Each message I sent, I was fully prepared to shut it down, take a cold shower, and move on. But every one of replies tugged out more and more details about my private life.

Sucking a stranger’s cock and cheating in Las Vegas… [M][F]

I’ve gone back and forth on sharing this for a while. It’s a true story, but one that might make me look bad. But when I think about it, it turns me on still. And if it turns me on, I might as well share it with strangers on Reddit.

First, I want to say I love my boyfriend. We’ve been dating three and a half years. He’s nice, caring, funny, and hot. And I’ve stayed faithful. 99% of the time. My biggest, most dirty, horrible secret is that at the very beginning of our relationship, I sucked a random cock in Las Vegas.

My best friend Melissa and I went to Las Vegas in 2016 as a graduation present gifted by her parents. We were both 21. Her and I were, and are, very close friends. Melissa at this time was dating a new guy she was really into. I had been, as of a week before Vegas, dating a good friend (the one I’m still dating three years later). We were seeing if a relationship could work between us and it was going great so far. But Las Vegas was just us girls. Our boyfriends trusted us, though.

Help writing my first erotic story!

Hi everyone,

I’m very excited to be writing my first erotic story. It’s already like 4000 words. It’s about me (27, FTM trans guy, pansexual) meeting my celebrity icon, Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco. He is openly pansexual, although he is married to a cis woman. He’s a big inspiration for the LGBTQ community for his song “Girls/Girls/Boys” which is about bisexuality. He gives fans a lot of material to work with for our fantasies. Regularly going toppless or in his boxers onstage, kissing his male band members on stage, the Girls/Girls/Boys video, periscoping while getting dressed etc. My story is titled “Girls/Girls/Bois”, referencing how some transmasculine folks refer to themselves as “bois”.

I’ve written most of the scenes leading up to the sexy part, except the balcony scene that gets into foreplay. I want to get some feedback on my writing, particularly on physical descriptions and my character’s visualizations of imaginary scenes. I want to make sure that I’ve set the scene well so that the reader gets a feel for the romantic ambiance of my settings, especially the bar where I proposition him and my hotel suite. I would especially like to hear form other queer writers. I don’t want to write my post here because I’m concerned people might copy it. If you want to help I can message you a PDF.