Thanks everybody so much for all the love on my first chapter i honestly did not expect it for my first crack at writing my feelings and experiences. I decided to rush this one out a bit due to the high demand but i still feel like it came out better than what i thought it would be and I’d say is almost on par with part 1 and my apologies for the length. I will be taking a few days to write part 3 since it is going to be one of the wildest/longest chapters and id like it to be as fleshed out as i can make it so bare with me. I may have misjudged just how long it would take to tell my story so its probably going to be pushing 6 parts maybe so i hope everyone enjoys and sticks along with me while i continue this.
Just a thought… [MF]
I want her to suck my dick, gag on it, be as sloppy as she can.. all while I’m on my back, I’m tasting her clit and I’m fucking her with a vibrator.
Upvote if you’d like this
TLDR: Just a fantasy I thought of while I was driving home
[MF] “Rainbow” – Another TRUE story of my life as a [M] Dom
This is my fifth entry. The previous four have been, three about my time being C’s, the attorney, Dominant, and the fourth, my encounter with my neighbor. If you’d like to read those entries, you can find them in my profile. If you have any questions or comments, please DM me. I enjoy reading and interacting with those who are like minded. If any of these stories does more than pique your interest and are looking for something like this, or a Dom in general, I want to hear from you.
Again, these are NOT fictional stories. They are completely true accounts of my life as a Dom. All the events are as accurate as I can remember them, without embellishments or elaborations. I will continue sharing these moments if there is a positive response and people want to read more. Send me your thoughts.
NOTE: I am not a writer by trade, so I apologize for any types that might exist.
Semi public sex [fm]
My wife and I were in our mid twenties when we went camping with some friends and friends of their friends. It was a private piece of property near a creek. There were about 20 or so people in various tents in a clearing. We had a run of the mill 3 man domed tent. It was hot as hell so we didn’t put the top tarp piece up. The dome was mosquito net mesh and if you were kneeling, your head and shoulders were clearly visible.
The camping trip was a lot of day drinking and swimming up creek where there was a good sized waterfall to jump off of.
As one night ended, my wife was getting pretty buzzed which for her usually means getting frisky.
We leave for our tent. Some people are asleep in theirs but a bunch of people are still at the campfire.
We enter the tent and my wife gets naked right away. She is 5-10, long legs, blonde hair with athletic build. I know athletic build means a bunch of things, so let me say she was toned, likely a size 9. B cup breasts with large pink nipples and light body freckles. At the time a shaved p.
I hate the sexual tension that’s caused by casual convos about kinks and fantasies [MF]
I’m the kind of guy that loves to talk about kinks and fantasies with other people. Like it absolutely is probably my most favorite thing to do. Why? Because it’s nice to simply just converse about something that may be seen as taboo. It’s nice to know there are other like minded individuals out there. Also, it’s hard to find those people that are like minded and enjoy talking about sexual things. The only thing is that bothers me is the sexual tension. Even if it may not be from the other side, I feel it on my side. When I start talking to someone about what they are into, fantasies, kinks, sex stories, etc. I start getting aroused.. like not in a matter of holy shit I want to fuck right now, but like, wow if only we could I would absolutely be up for having sex and role playing the mutual fantasies. I hate it but I like it. But I know it’s not good for me. Especially when the other side is simply talking to me about things and having no intention of trying to turn me on. Which is fine, I have no intentions of turning the other party on either, I just simply start fantasizing.. do other people feel this way? Or am I supposed to be completely numb while talking about this stuff? Or am I normal? I’ve talked to online strangers and so far only two people I know in real life that I see frequently about this stuff. I have never slept with either of them but still… am I wrong in feeling this way while talking about this stuff?
[MF] Used Skype in a different way!
So one night I was looking for people to chat with on Skype. I searched the usual places here on Reddit. This one post caught my eye and I added the user name. For the most part, when I find these usernames they are for advertising or some guy pretending to be a female or they never respond. Less that a minute I get a response. I answer expecting it to be nothing. But the conversation builds pretty organically. Nothing really standing out as being weird.
The conversation turns sexual, and we start to talk about the things that turn us on. Things that we enjoy. And this person (still skeptical about it being a female) tells me she loves to give blow jobs over Skype. I’m completely lost I ask them to explain. She says, she likes to have guys sit and face the camera right at their penises and she sucks their cocks. “Do you wanna try?” I have no idea what to say. I don’t write back for about a minute. “?” She sends. Then she says, let’s just voice chat. So I call her and we go back to talking, nothing about sex. Just a normal conversation about nothing and everything. Then she’s asks again. “What do you think about that blowjob?” I hesitate for a second and say, ok.
College JO Buds [MF] – Chapter 5
**This chapter involves a MF encounter**
Thursday was my favorite day each week, it was the one day I had a class with Sara. We had each taken a weekly Tennis class. I’m not great at tennis but I loved watching Sara and the other sluts run around in their tight little shorts. Sara was wearing a green pair today and her ass looked amazing. I chatted with her a bit at the beginning before we paired off with others for a few games.
After the games Sara and I got back together to continue talking. We flirted a bit while talking about the party last weekend before Sara asked if I had any more classes the rest of the day. I told her I did, but I felt like skipping and heading back to my place to smoke a little. She said she was down and we headed to my place.
We walked into an empty apartment, I was glad we had some time alone. I told her I’d grab the stuff from my room and went to get it. She followed me in and sat on my bed. After about 5 minutes of smoking she was all over me.
Hoping for more feedback on my m/m fanfic, maybe?
So, I don’t know where to dump this. I was thinking a fanfiction forum would work, but I’ve done it, and I’ve felt so *ashamed* there. I’m hoping maybe some of you nice people can tell me what I can improve on with this? Or spam me with A+++ or winking emojis. “Kys” is fine too. I just wanna know what people think. Thank you. And yeah, it’s for a cartoon. The characters are aged up in this. There’s really some good fanart out there for this fandom.
**Title:** From Hell With Love
**Pair:** Stan Marsh / Craig Tucker
**Chapters:** 3/?
**Fandom:** South Park
**Rating:** Explicit
**Summary**
*“I’d rather get screwed than life screw me.”*
Officially a couple since high-school, Stan and Craig have quickly come out of their shells when it comes to engaging in heavy PDA… ever since their move to Denver, that is. With the less judgy eyes from their hometown, Stan thought it meant more simpler times. That is until his kinky past from high-school reared its ugly head at a public parking lot—thanks to a certain no good sociopath amongst his group of friends.
[FM] DC Vacation Part 2: He Took My Ass
[FM] Interracial Vacation Hookup? Yes Please from gonewildstories
Check out part 1 above, as I summarize Ray and I meeting at a club, our first fuck, and walk you through the second fuck. Just a couple mammals mashing bits from opposite ends of the human gene pool.
Friday, Saturday, and most of Sunday I spent being a good little tourist, all while planning on having Ray come by my hotel room Sunday night. Ray is 6’3,” black, broad shoulders, warm smile, tight fade, fit, and well spoken.
So Sunday night when I got to my hotel (bidding farewell to my group a bit early), I snapped Ray a pic of sticking my tongue out in the bathroom mirror, while pushing the front of my leggings and boyshorts down far enough to show my V cut abs running down to my bare mound of venus. *getting in the shower. Come by in 30 xP* My long brown hair was windswept from the veryyy breezy day, low key bra and T shirt making my B cup tits look even smaller, and leggings hugging to my tight, defined legs. I’m tall at 5’9″ and blue eyes always shining, along with a twinkling nose ring in my left nostril and a thing gold chain necklace. 25 years old.
The Guy in my Class (Part One) [FM]
*I’ve never written erotica before, so I’m open to suggestions; this isn’t a true story, per se, but there are elements of truth in it. I’m really curious to know what you think of it, even if what you think about it isn’t very complimentary. Incidentally, I’m a guy; I just think the point of view of the woman in this story is more interesting to write from, and I hope I did that well.*
I’d noticed him from the moment he came into the class, really. I didn’t want to notice him, I wasn’t looking to notice anybody, but there it was.
I was a freshman. Still living at home, because I couldn’t afford the dorms, driving into school every day, parking, fighting traffic, just to get this mystical degree that would change my life. My mom was pushing for it, of course; I was a first generation Cuban girl, of course she wanted me to get the education she hadn’t gotten. She didn’t know what that entailed, really; there was no money for tuition, no understanding that it was going to be hard to work full-time and to go to school full-time. But I was a good daughter, and I wanted to make her proud of me. I wasn’t going to school to meet people or to be distracted. I was there to learn.