I went 3/3 on Halloween weekend in college [MF] pt 1

This is just pt 1, I didn’t want it to go too long I’ll post the rest later.

This happened about 6 years ago and still probably the best sex experience(s) I’ve had because of the randomness of it all.

I’m a tall, brown haired, skinny, average looking, but I’ve got a pretty big dick by all research I’ve done and from what my partners have told me.

I’ll try to keep this as short as possible but given the fact this is 3 different stories it might be a bit long.

When I was a sophomore in college (west coast) I was getting laid all over the place, I was new in a fraternity and getting wasted all the time. Like I said I’m pretty average looking but I tend to be decent with girls and when I’m really drunk I seem to get laid a lot (probably because I have no filter and lower standards).

This happened the Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night of Halloween. Read more »

A Rude Awakening [MF]

It’s Saturday morning, the start of a brand new weekend and I’m indulging in a lie-in. I’ve been waiting for this for days having turned off my alarm on Friday night with smug, silent satisfaction.

I feel my husband moving next to me, already awake but quiet, letting me sleep. I roll over without opening my eyes, wrapping myself up in the warm duvet and settling into position for further blissful dozing. I pick up on a change in his breathing – is it tension? Maybe he’s just being careful not to wake me or really into whatever book he’s reading. I slip back into my own little dreamworld.

I’m brought to again by the soft warmth of his body pressed against my back and his arm wrapped around me. Still far more asleep than I am awake, I back up to snuggle into him on auto-pilot. God, this is nice. I love having a snooze in his arms, wrapped up and safe. His hand slides up under my top as it often does when we sleep so that we can be closer, skin on skin. Read more »

The Mysterious Frenchman [MF] [Oral]

What was it about France that made it so romantic?

American girls like Rose Redman had asked themselves that question more than once. It was just one country in Europe, albeit one with a unique collection of people, places, and culture. It had a rich history and a distinct style. There was a special distinction that came with all things French. Being there just felt different. It carried a spirit that could not be found anywhere else.

Rose, unlike other Americans, had a chance to seek that spirit for herself. At 18-years-old, having just graduated high school, she decided to experience France on her own. It marked the first vacation she ever went on by herself. It was ambitious, but that had never dissuaded her before.

Rose was not the kind of woman who just read about exotic locations. She preferred to experience them first-hand. Some called her adventurous. Others called her reckless. She didn’t care what anyone labeled her. She was her own person. She was going to experience France and everything that made it romantic.

However, her choice to make France her final vacation before college wasn’t just about its romantic mystique. Rose had a more personal reason for maxing out her credit cards and borrowing money from friends…one prompted by tragedy. Read more »

Daddy’s Princess. Chapter 2: Princess Wakes [Mff][DDlg][cuckqueen]

You wake early the next morning to find yourself tucked into bed snugly, but I’m not there. You rub your eyes, sitting up to look around. The bed is large and warm, the blankets soft and fluffy, you can hear a shower running from an adjacent room, the door ajar.

You slide out of bed and peek through the door to see me rinsing off under the running water. Your hands slide down between your legs, & your soft moan gives you away. “Join me if you like, little one” I call out.

Blushing, but not wasting any time, you step under the water with me, my hands stroking down from your head to your bum, arms wrapping around you, holding you close. “Did you sleep well?”, I ask, tenderly.

You nod against my chest, “Yes Daddy, thank you”.

I lift your chin with a finger, softly kissing your lips. “Let’s clean you up”, I say softly, not because you need it – but because I want to.

I turn, moving you under the warm water, admiring the way it cascades down your young, smooth curves; my cock beginning to stiffen. I smile down at you, my hand reaching to rub the water through your hair – the other grabbing the shampoo bottle. Read more »

[FM] My first face fuck left bruised and battered

Jump to *-*-*-* to skip the backstory

Let me preface this by saying I have a serious kink for being forced, which in all honesty was the only thing that makes this a memory that still turns me on, despite not really being attracted to the guy after the fact.

If you’ve read my other stories, I’ve already mentioned I go through long, self-imposed dry spells until my natural horniness builds up resulting in me turning into a cock hungry savage. The dry spell preceding this occurrence was shorter than some of my others, but the level at which I needed cock was at an all-time high.

I helped a really close friend at work (guy – we’ll call him O) to start dating a really hot new girl at my work who eventually became my best friend (she’ll be E). I mention this because we were all so close that we spoke very openly about our sex lives, and she was never bothered by it because she respected the fact that he and I were friends before they were bf/gf, so it wasn’t a big deal that he knew my business too. Read more »

Fucked my friend’s ex-boyfriend [FM]

I’ve been hanging out with my friend’s ex boyfriend after running into him at a party one weekend. Even though I know better, and that my friend would actually be super pissed at me if she found out, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been into him since she started dating him. I never acted on it when they were together, but after seeing him at that party.. he was all I could think about. We flirted hardcore the whole night, but left it at that. We exchanged snapchats and ended up sending each other some… playful snaps ;) I didn’t feel as bad because it was just “sexting” and I didn’t actually hook up with him. At least that’s what I told myself so I wouldn’t feel bad about doing it behind my friend’s back. (Jk I know I’m terrible ?)

Anyways, we ended up hanging out a couple nights later. He picked me up to go out for just a casual dinner. Nothing big at all. But, as soon as I got in the car I could feel the sexual tension. He looked so good. We ran into a bit of traffic, so we were just chatting and being flirty. I found myself playfully touching his arm and leg while talking. He then at one point reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. He gives it a gentle squeeze, and then keeps it there. Our conversation slowed down a bit, and then I became very aware of how wet I was becoming. Read more »

Some thoughts on mF, dominant masseuse

I’ve heard about “erotic massage” and I’ve combined that idea with my own fantasies of being dominated and/or being turned into a oral sissy by a beautiful woman. Hope you enjoy these vignettes!

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I. It was just a simple massage, or so I thought. I entered the nicely decorated flat and accepted her invitation for a quick shower. I dried off, then came out while she was getting ready, and I lay down on the mattress, face down. Naked.

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I was horny, and she was beautiful. I was looking forward to a simple massage.

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Her hands were soft, warm, and gentle. She massaged my back, my thighs, my legs, my shoulders. I smiled, my eyes closed, my legs slightly open as I anticipated her hands on my more sensitive places.

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Warm massage oil dripped down my back. It oozed down my crack. Her hands kneaded my buttocks, and it all felt good.

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Then.

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A soft finger dipped in towards my ass. Oh. My. It felt… ticklish, insistent. Terribly sexy. I inhaled sharply. My head lifted up.

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Time Life Presents Secretions of Magic Revealed : Keep only the books you want. Sand all the others back for a full refund. Starring Dom Deloise. (Working Title)

Once a poonanny upon a tit, i was on a ghostcunting expedition on milcauke, north carolina. My name is Bob Hardstone. I aims to please, men and women, but more about that later. Me and some of my ghost hunting homies that I met at the gathering of the Juggalos have discovered the truth; that ghosts are real…and so is cum. And ectoplasm is just ghost cum. You said your first sexual experience was with a ghost. No, I didn’t. Yeah, you did. On the first Beach Cops. It was a dark and stormy night. We had all of our ghost cunting equipment: an analred thermometer, motion censors, cameras, an EMF detector, and of course, a copy of Penthouse Letters, our favorite Pube-lick-cation…for when the ghosts weren’t biting. I met my friends at the old Cumfederate Cum-cemetery. They say that if you fuck in there…that your cum will come to life and crawl back into your balls with chains. Marcy told us that there was a ghost there. THey say that if you put your cum in the ground, the ghost will suck it. Or, if you’re a lady and you squat over the grave, he’ll fuck you. But, it feels cold and empty. In our group, was Pookie, the 500 pound psychic, who made us pay him in hamburgers. Then, there was Trixy, a beautiful trans woman, who sucks a mean dick and preys upon tourists to the Florida area. We had Janet, a housewife, who had an interest in the macabre, and was looking to spice up her boring, sexless life. She also had a weird fascination with Andrew, a local boy, who drew naked pics of his teachers and was known around town for his bad boy good looks and easy access boners. Read more »

A Four Hands Massage Part 1. [MMF] [Massage Orgasm]

“A four hands massage?”

You roll this suggestion around in your mind a bit. I had just introduced you to the sublime pleasure of an erotic, full-body, full-release, hot oil massage and it was one of the most relaxing – yet stimulating – experiences you’ve ever had. You think for a moment about how good it felt to have my two hands on you. In you. The way my fingers dug deep into your sore muscles, easing the tension in your back and legs. How after awhile, the therapeutic touch then changed to an erotic one as my fingers, slick with oil began to stroke all of your erogenous zones. It was heaven.

But two men? And four hands? Your mind starts to whir as you think of the ramifications of this offer. Four hands. Ten fingers. Two mouths. Two cocks. You get butterflies in your stomach as you consider all the different combinations – all the different sensations – you would experience. Read more »

Mistress Alice And Her Wonderland

I saw there were loads of online photos of Mistresses who appear to be devil-worshippers. You could tell because they make the sign. They wouldn’t get me! Waiting for a whole lifetime was nothing compared to waiting in Hell for an Eternity. Any Mistress who thought I didn’t fear God’s Judgment more than hers was simply mistaken. Luckily for me I knew a woman (Mistress Alice) who would be my Mistress without damning my soul. She may have used me for my love, my pension and my bank account, but she would never seek to steal my soul. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Privately I tell myself she really does mean to come back right into the middle of my life from wherever she is. After all she keeps saying she will.

In the meantime, I just want a female to be my Man. I want her to own me like a Man owns his Wife in other cultures. I want a reversal of that. That shouldn’t be too much to hope for in contemporary Western culture, should it? Her female domination would be complete apart from forcing me to do sexual acts with other males. I couldn’t imagine ever meeting someone who’d appreciate me. It looked like you had to spend money just to meet the Mistress of your dreams. Read more »