I was told by my gf about a story with 3 guys and one girl in a bdsm relationship and one of the events was one guy was supposed to take her home and take care of her, but instead he punished her for hours on end and kept her on the edge. And as a result the other 2 guys came home and they made him sleep on the floor while they gave her aftercare
The Profile, Part Six [F]
# The Profile, Part Six
As the girls get ready for breakfast, Baylee has a shower…
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Back in Melissa’s room, things had calmed down a bit and Baylee had returned to stroking Melissa’s hair while she lay content in her lap.
It was Melissa who finally broke the silence.
“Well that was…” she started. She didn’t know how to finish the sentence. She wanted to say *so hot, amazing, the best thing that’s ever happened,* but she couldn’t find the words. They just wouldn’t come out.
“I know,” said Baylee, “it was a huge mistake.”
Immediately, Melissa felt the familiar sting of tears forming in her eyes.
“What?” Her voice cracked as she said it, and a single tear welled up and rolled down her cheek onto Baylee’s leg.
“We shouldn’t have started with the bikini top,” said Baylee, “I mean we barely got any photos taken. Now we’ll have to spend all day tomorrow doing it, too.” She flashed a big, shit-eating grin.
I had [M]y [F]irst college hook up without realizing it
So, background on me. I was a loner/quiet kid on high school, who really didn’t party or hook up with girls a lot. I wasn’t a virgin my freshmen year of college, but I also was not experienced at all with girls.
It is the 3rd weekend of my freshmen year of college, back in ’02. My friends and I get an invite to a party at an off-campus apartment complex, which has a reputation for being a real party hub. We go to the party, start drinking, and I catch eyes with this gorgeous upper-classman. She was short, petite, wearing skin-tight black pants and a tank top. I walked outside to get some air, she followed me out, “bumped” into me, and we started making small talk. I mention I am studying Meteorology (atmospheric sciences and weather), and she starts asking me about the stars (thinking I am studying meteors, I guess). I start to bullshit her a bit, she tells me about herself, and we end up back inside the apartment on a couch together. She is rubbing into me, I ask if she is ok, she says “I will be”
[MF] You and I were never an item, but I need to stop fucking around; I need to make you mine:
My dick was as hard as my high school Physics class the moment I entered your abode. I couldn’t resist the urge to shove my tongue down your throat the instant our eyes met. I reached behind you and took hold of your panties and thick rump. I slid my entire right hand into your undies, and your entire nether region was soaked. We continued to swap saliva as we hurried to your bedroom. I pulled at your undergarment until you were as naked as you were at birth. I pushed you onto your bed and had at you. I lapped up the condensation that I had just previously felt on, and I made a mess of your ass with my tongue. You were a screaming nutcase, and remained in that moment each time my mouth dispatched its arsenal against your genitalia. I manipulated the surface of your clit, too; it was a fat piece of pussy cleavage that I swore I’d please. So, I pulled and tasted at the sensual pleasure harkening to your insane requests. I couldn’t take the torture much longer, though. My rock hard nature spit forth tons of its transparency oil. I mounted you suddenly and out of nowhere in the missionary position. Every thrash and bombardment of my sexual exhibition caused your body to emit pelvic juices of epic proportions. I beat at your pussy like a crazy madman, and your tightness cured my insanity. Before long, your cougar pussy was squirting on my erect black cock. But, your pink, white snatch via your sweet little lips longed to keep at the pumping and thrusting. You licked at my nipples and held on to my hips and ass tightly through the vaginal-fucking expedition. I tried to keep my dick in its lane, but your gripping pussy pulled me from the steering wheel; I lost complete control of myself; I nutted in your throbbing enclosure. It’s not over with yet, though…
I was auctioned off as a stripper… On our honeymoon [MF]
My husband and I lead the ‘hotwife’ lifestyle.
My husband helped arrange the entire night. The club had sent a limo for us, and as soon as we arrived, we were whisked away to the back. There, we met the club staff, we were all very kind and helpful. The other strippers were also really sweet. They had arranged for me to get primped and pampered in the back. There was a team of professional hair and make up people, there to ready me for my upcoming night. The girls even helped, giving me tips and pointers on how to dance, work the pole, etc… I was so overwhelmed, but after practicing, they all thought I was going to be fabulous.
I was behind the curtain and I had knots in my stomach. I was so nervous. But as soon as I was announced on stage, I came out and I felt so alive. I went on stage and danced my first routine and it was so exhilarating and erotic. It felt like I was born again. I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing, but apparently it was great and everybody thought I did a wonderful job.
[M]y [F]irst post- GF and I run into friends on New Year’s, [group] fun follows!
This is a true story, from about 8 years ago. I was dating a fun and hot blonde girl, Melissa, and we had a group of friends that we would hang out with on occasion. A bunch of the group were new to town, and it was mostly females. I was a few years older than all of them, including my girlfriend.
The night started as just a normal New Year’s Night- figure out where to go after dinner. It was just the two of us, and the best answer was to head downtown, where the street would be closed for some midnight fireworks. We started pretty late, and so we had a couple of drinks before midnight. but nothing crazy. It was about 10 minutes before midnight when I spot two of the girls from the group of friends, with a guy. One of the girls was a hot brunette that I’d definitely thought about before, but we really were just friends, named Bri. The other girl (Lori) is average but cute, and the guy turned out to be her brother’s best friend. So I’m paying a little too much attention to the hot brunette Bri, and she’s sad because she has nobody to kiss at midnight. I try to get her to kiss the cop that is standing right near us, but she says it’s a bad idea. So I ask my girlfriend if I can kiss Bri -after- I kiss her. Shockingly, she agrees. So a couple minutes later, the fireworks start, literally. So I kiss my girlfriend, then I kiss Bri. It was pretty smooth and pretty cool with the perfect amount of tongue. After the real fireworks are finished, I suggest we walk to a nearby college bar. Poor Bri, her feet were hurting from standing so long, so I carry her out of the crowd and down the street a bit, until all five of us make it to the bar.
[M]y Visit Home. [MF]
So I’ve actually been asked a few times to write more, which makes me happy cause I’m not a writer. I just tell the stories as they happened.
This story is going to be the time I went home for the holidays and met Addilyn. For those who haven’t read my previous stories, I’ll describe myself at the time of the story. I was about two years out of the Army. Still had the body, but added a big red beard. I’m 5’9 and was a thick 175.
When I went home, it was the first time I had been home single, and without any of my children (single dad of 3) ever. I joined the Army at 19 and moved away married and with a kid on the way. So coming home single with more confidence than I left with I knew I’d be looking for fun. I re-opened my Tinder account (I tend to shut it off because it gets old…quick), and started swiping once my plane landed. I knew I had a good two weeks there and most of my family would be working so I needed “friends”. I ended up seeing sooooo many people I knew from high school on there. It’s weird going from a town like Savannah, where the nightlife and Tinder-ing are solid, to the small town I grew up in Indiana.
[MM] He left bruises on my ribs and a flutter in my heart
Matt and I have texted since I left his apartment yesterday. We decided this was too good of a thing not to do it the very next day, so when I got off work this morning I got cleaned up and met him at his place. Once again, he opened the door, and once again I was entranced by those brown eyes that will keep making my knees question reality every time he lets them melt over my body like molten chocolate.
The door closed behind us softly and not a second was wasted before my hands caressed his cheeks and I smothered his neck with my lust. Matt returned the sentiment without a word, and for a moment our wants and needs inhabited the same cosmological address. After a while I stopped and looked into him with a smile and admitted that I’d been fantasizing about this all day. He took my hand and we finally went upstairs to the living room again, where he sat on the couch and I straddled him.
Do you have a [M]oment?
I like GWA, I’ve always liked it, but nowadays it has a special place in my heart. I am 33, I’ve never been married, and always looking for the one. Also, work is my other passion. I work as an mathematician in financial sector, days are long and they occupy my mind. I work out a lot, I am 6’2”, not skinny, not muscular, more like slim and average.
She was working at the office when I was hired there. She’s the same age as me, has blond hair which is naturally curly, an a bit of a mess when she leaves it open. She has the most beautiful pale skin and her body is petite, she has a beautiful little but and small breasts that are nicely highlighted by her business casual dresses. She caught my eye the second I met her. I was in luck, since I was new in the office, I always had a good excuse to distract her working and ask whatever I had in my mind. And was good at coming up with excuses.
Just a short story I wrote last night when I couldn’t sleep.
I constantly think about how your throat feels in my hands and how beautiful your eyes are as they roll back into your beautiful skull and your brain becomes so oxygen-deprived that you could give a fuck less about the stresses of life. I constantly think about your tears as they stream down your face from the pleasurable pain of overstimulation… I slowly lick them from your cheek… the sight of your tears turn me on more than you can imagine; the taste even more so. Words cannot describe the beauty of your trembling body as it lay helplessly drenched in every ounce of my love. I’ll forever crave the sweet Angelic sound of your screams as you beg for mercy…my god you’re so cute! The deep red marks I’ve left on you are a constant reminder of who you belong to. I feel your heart race from within as you tense up around me; your nails ripping through the outer layer of my back as if tearing me apart would free the beast within me.