So it was a pretty relaxed Friday night, but I knew it was going to be a good one. My best guy friend was turning 21 and having a belated birthday BBQ. I turned up early to help set up and get the playlist kicking. He had one other friend already there, a slightly awkward guy who I politely made conversation with til others started to turn up. This didn’t happen for quite a while, so by then I was busting for more company. I didn’t know anyone coming along, and was ready to make new friends. At around 7 or 8 o’clock a group of three appear, 2 guys and a gal. One of the guys is rather cute but he seems quite comfortable with the girl, so I disappointedly assume they’re together. However they’re all extremely friendly, and the bag of goodies they bring includes a bottle of tequila and shot glasses. I get very excited as I’m busting for some fun and games, and to get this party turned up a notch. We all down two shots each, and the host (my best friend) and I tell them all about the game of the night, which is to squeeze your bottle caps in half and try and sneak them into a neighbour’s bottle – meaning they must then finish their drink. Welp, it’s on. These guys have some catching up to do and we’re all on the lookout to snag each other with the bottle caps. The cute guy I saw first proceeds to get me every chance he has, and before I know it I’ve finished three beers straight from opening. I’m both annoyed and curious, as he’s being rather cheeky and I had thought he was taken. Throughout they night the two of us start chatting and laughing a lot more. In my drunken state while everyone else mingles I manage to lead him outside to the front driveway, where we start to get very close and makeout for a good 10 minutes. I’m pleasantly surprised and a little bit excited. He’s also a really good kisser. I told him I’d thought he was with the other girl, and he laughs and says that’s his mate’s girlfriend. Great news for me. At this point I’m drunk and honestly rather turned on, so I lean forward tell him as much. I wander back into the house and he follows. We end up in the spare room where I was set up to stay the night, and all I remember is some heavy passionate touching before he climbed on top of me, making out harder. His body is large, much taller than I and I can tell he goes to the gym. The lights are off but I’m getting extremely horny with him grinding on me, tongues locked and bodies rubbing against each other. I love the feeling of his weight on me, and I can’t stop thinking about getting him inside me. I leap up and tell him we better find a condom ASAP. I walk next door to my best friend’s room and start to rummage in his wallet. I know for a fact he’ll have one in here, and I’m so painfully horny at this moment. Just as I’m about to give up I dig one out and we both cheer, cheekily grabbing each other and running back to the spare room. I lay him down and climb right on top, rolling the thing straight on and mounting his heavy frame. I lean down, press my tits against his stomach and guide him inside my little hole, still not having seen what his cock even looks like in the darkness of the room. I gasp as I slide down and it splits me open, realising this thing is huge. It’s thick and long, and fills me up deep inside. I am over the moon, and enthusiastically start riding him. His long dick pumping into me feels so damn good, thick and powerful inside my tight hole. I feel myself becoming wetter as my pussy melts onto his big cock, and I ride him slow and steadily as I enjoy his length and girth. Several of our friends interrupt at different intervals to beckon us back to the party, which pisses me off but I refuse to get off him until I’m satisfied. It’s not often you hit it off with a stranger at a party so well that you end up in bed with them the same night, and besides – I haven’t been laid in weeks. 15 minutes later I’m still on top and grinding, both of us writhing in drunken pleasure with me whispering dirty encouragements in his ear as he thrusts inside me. “So thick… you’re so fucking big” I repeat. Eventually he builds up and cums hard, and I sigh in relief knowing I’ve satisfied him. I’m so content I don’t want to even return to the party, especially knowing everyone’s in the know about what we just got up to.
Fucking was our common language [MF]
There I was, on all fours on the bed. Head down, ass up, knees spread. He was behind me, holding my arms behind me, as he ruthlessly fucking the living daylights out of me. My nipples were rock hard, and my pussy was clamping down as he was balls deep inside of me. He was such a good fuck. Any woman would be over the top with him. With such astonishment, I turned my head around, made eye contact and asked
*”Holy fuck, where did you fuck like that?”*
That’s when he gave me this dumbfounded, blank stare, not saying a word. He seemed confused, concerned. I was a little embarrassed, turned my head to face forward and just remembered that he didn’t speak any English.
It couldn’t have been more than a hour ago, that I was at this bar. I was tagging along, on my husband’s work trip. He’s off working, while I explored the city on my own. For all you curious pervs out there, I was wearing a jean skirt and cute blue halter top. My tits were out there and on display, but not completely over the top.
That time I [F] was fucked by one of my [M] employees
This turned out longer than I planned. Skip down to the *** if you just wanna read the sex parts.
This happened about a year ago, but is a favorite memory that I think of often.
A little backstory: I’m a 31 year old female manager with big restaurant company. A company with strict standards in place for managers interacting with employees in any way outside of work. He (let’s call him Jacob) is a 25 year old employee of mine. I’m sure you can see where this is going. He had worked for me for about a year at this point, and we always got along really well, strictly in a friendly manner. A tad more unprofessional of a relationship than we should have had, but we never crossed any lines. We just shared a lot of the same interests and some habits that we talked about a lot. We joked that we would be friends if he didn’t work for me… which was not an uncommon thing among the managers/employees that work there.
The first time I had sex with my husband was the same day I fucked his roommate [FM]
My husband didn’t know this story until YEARS later. But, the first time we had sex was only a few hours after I had slept with his roommate.
So, when we first started dating, my husband and I were both seeing other people. I was dating his roommate, Scott, in secret and he was engaged to a woman he used to work with and had been for a year. I had a huge crush on him, but didn’t think there was a chance since he was engaged to this woman.
Scott, my boyfriend at the time had just gotten a divorce, and he was a total mess and his whole life fell apart, so he was staying with my husband, Brian, until he could find a place. Scott and I met because we both ran together in this running club. I was Scott’s like secret side piece, even though I was kind of dumb and young at the time and knew it would end up a mess. No one knew we were dating and so it just looked like Scott and I were running friends and Brian saw me all the time at his house.
New Year New Play (FF) (lesbian) (part 2)
This picks up with more of [Gabby and Laura’s](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/abqvpl/a_tail_of_exploration_fffirst_timepet_play/) antics. No need to read part one.
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A steady knock reverberated on the door and Gabby opened it to Brock. He was dressed in a solid black suit with a shiny silk gold tie. He was tall, muscular with a perfect chiseled jaw and the whitest of teeth framed by his tanned skin. His eyes, clearly accentuated by bright blue contacts scanned her thin frame from head-to-toe. Taking in her long legs barely covered by the small black shorts she was wearing. The pink tank top hanging loosely over her small breasts, the cold air from outside making it notable that she wasn’t wearing a bra. His grin widened as he ran his hand through his dark greased back hair, “Gabby, good to see you.” His eyes never left his breasts.
Gabby bit her tongue as she mimicked his hand motion through her light brown hair that fell just above her shoulders and sarcastically said, “same to you, Rock.”
New Year’s Eve [mff]
During the Christmas break, I stayed at SD’s condo since dorms were closed for the holidays. This was a good thing for me, since I didn’t have a place to go and he got way more sex than usual. But I want to tell (and remember) what happened on NYE.
I was lying in his bed, texting my BFF who ended up getting dumped on Christmas and trying to get her to make the drive to come hang out with us that night. SD and I really didn’t have plans but drink some wine and eat, he would party, and we’d have insane amounts of sex. This is my BFF, the girl that I shared years of lesbian exploring with in the past. I knew if she came over, there would be a show. SD allows her to come over and she finally agrees to make the trip. One condition is that if she’s willing, he can have his way with her and I need to be completely submissive (and open to humiliation) for the evening. Fine by me!
Con[f]essions of a naughty sub: My taboos
So my biggest perceived taboo you ask…as I’ve done a ton of exploring in the last couple of years I find it difficult associating with this term. But if I must then I feel the need to define it as something I have found to be not necessarily socially acceptable but yet highly attractive. A recent taboo of mine would be come play. It took me awhile to realize what it was that I found sexy or arousing about come as it’s not just anyone or any-jizz. It is driven by a deep desire to please. Come in my Dom is a direct reflection of his pleasure. I want to wear it as a prize, be covered in it, taste it, feel it. I want to bask in the fact that I delivered such a high level of pleasure it produced this…my reward. So recently I’ve dabbled in tasting it, having it smeared across my lips and face, being filled with it…newest challenge is to freeze it and use it as lube and other elements of foreplay. I’ll let you know about the experience and if it *comes* highly recommended ;)
Misadventures in Hotwifing: The Bumble-Bust [FM]
Disclaimer: Understand this is just *one* experience. Not all dating app hookups are like this but this was just too funny and I had to share. As always, everything here is true and the names of my stallions (and this guy) are kept discreet.
Don’t wanna be mean but at the same time I gotta be real. Pepe was…very excited, that night. Lets start at the beginning because I’ve been told by a very reliable nun that ”that‘s a very good place to start”.
We match on a certain dating app. We text. He wants to meet IMMEDIATELY. Yay for initiative and ambition and cojones! I figure we could skip the early convo and just see how things jive in person.
“Let’s do it,” I wrote back.
He straight up asks me how far things were likely to go. I straight up tell him it can go as far as I want. Let’s see how chemistry goes, first. So we meet at a quaint, little diner. Pepe is a decently handsome man. Strong lower body thanks to lots of outdoorsy activities. Okay upper body. Things could go well for us. That is until part way through our conversation and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. Literally no warning. Words words words TONGUE. Have you ever seen a viper strike? Hello Pepe’s tongue.
The way we made each other come [M/F]
The kissing crossed the point of no return. We were now engaged in a sexual act. None of us were willing to stop. I started running my hands all over her body, grabbing her ass firmly, letting her know I wasn’t going to hold myself. She had become mine now and she was happy to oblige. My hands moved towards her breasts over her clothes. I wasn’t touching her sweet spots, I was grabbing as much of her as I could.
The more we kissed the more I turned into the animal she loved to fuck. I entered a sexual trance. The veins in my forearms filled with blood. My arms swollen with blood and my jaw tight from desire. I had the urge to grab and bite every corner of her body. I moved my right hand up to her head and grabbed a handful of her hair, right at the scalp, as I broke the kiss. My left hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing gently. Her hands were off me. She wasn’t touching me anymore. My hand on her neck felt so powerful for her that her arms shut down. We locked eyes for a second. We stared deep into each other for a second and that was all the communication we needed. She loved being mine.
[FFM], When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age. (Part 4)
*Quick note*
The beginning of this part picks up right where Part 3 leaves off.
*Important note*
Before you read this, I’d just like to assure you that not all of the parts are going to be like Parts 3 and Parts 4 which are pretty heavy on the whole ’emotional abuse’ thing. However, while I’m telling this in chronological order, I can’t just gloss over the messed up stuff. The rest of that first week was actually pretty awesome, but Henry seemed to really want to test my boundaries, just to see what I could take, and he really does. Also, in retrospect, I believe he knew that if I bonded with Sweetie, I was more likely to stay because she was incredibly unlikely to leave. It just so happens that he didn’t mind playing the villain. I thought I was pretty smart at that age, but Judith and Henry were always five steps ahead because they had spent a lot of time doing what they did and had plenty of practice before I came along.
**Part 4**
“How much?”