What did I just stumble into? [MFF]

So following my previous story, Jen and I’s relationship went back to how it had been before the trip. We had perfectly professional relationship, although not without some occasional flirting. There was nothing awkward or anything, to my relief. With that being said, I was still interested in her and hoped that we would have a second go around.

Fast forward a few months and Jen invited me and some other people to go out on her boat. It was a beautiful sunny day, but not really warm enough to go swimming. So we basically just went out on the boat to drink. Jen was wearing short white shorts and a pink Oxford shirt. Her cute round tits putting a gentle strain on the buttons on the shirt. I didn’t really know any of the other people that showed up, except for one girl. Rychee worked with Jen and I. She was in her late 30s ( so about 5 years older than Jen and I) and was recently divorced. She was about 5’3 with great legs and a really pretty face. I talked and drank with Jen and Rychee for a few hours on the boat and we decided to head back.

Take My Breath Away [M/M, breath play, urban fantasy]

**Slight Hiccup**

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Tyler Curiel had his fork mid-way to his mouth when he heard it.

A quick gasp and then…

*Hiccup.*

His head popped up, censure creasing his face as he stared at the bowed head of his dinner companion. Aeith Io sat across from him, not looking at him as he silently savored his soup. But no matter what they did, neither of them could ignore the tiny choking sounds coming from the other table.

Ty lay his fork on his plate. “Really, Aeith, here?”

The other man just shrugged, the outline of his shoulder looking more defined than it had a moment ago. “What? Would you rather I disappear mid-date?”

Ty’s lips thinned as he looked at the almost translucent man across from him. Not man. Not really. Sylph. An air elemental. Ty could watch every spoonful of soup travel through the sylph’s body, across his tongue, down his throat, and pooling in his belly. But, as the restaurant patron hiccupped behind them, it became harder to see through the sylph as the unknown man’s breath fed Aeith more than the meal in his bowl, making his spirit-like form more solid.

My Friend’s Willing Wife [MF] [CHUBBY] [MATURE]

I wanted to share this with someone as I recently had a strange weekend. Names have been changed. This is the first time I have ever shared anything online in a narrative, so please be gentle.

A bit about me – I am a married 42 year old father who has never strayed from my wife and we are not into swinging / sharing / swapping. My wife, who is bi-sexual, did have a girlfriend when we first married and she did remain with my wife for about 5 years into our marriage. I did not mind, but never had any sexual activity with her and my wife. We have both been open to exploring our sexual desires as long as we did so safely.

Over the Easter weekend, I returned to my hometown to visit some family and friends. Since I am not often in town, I planned a dinner with one of my childhood friends, Ed, and his wife, Jane. I let my Ed know it would just be the three of us as my wife could not come as she was helping her parents prepare for the holiday. We opted for a low key Italian BYOB that was close to home. I was kind of surprised when my friend showed up solo, but he informed me that Jane would be joining us shortly as she just ran across the street to the grocery store for a bottle of wine.

The first time I cheated on my wife [MF]

My wife (Vikki) is a good woman. She looks out for the family but always herself first, so she is also very rough round the edges. After the birth of our first child the sex well dried up as with many other couples, we were both still attracted to each other just always tired or too busy. Fast forward another year. Sex is once per month and it has become stale dispite my attempts at different positions, different timings, places, positions. most of the time I get called a pervert. I give Vikki a lot of credit, we moved away from her home, she moved away from her job, and now she is stuck at home with a child. But still my Sex drive is going wild I would see girls on the street and couldn’t stop fantasizing about them. But I could never get caught. Vikki’s ex husband cheated on her and she clearly told me should would cut my cock off if I ever cheated.

Throat Fuck Fourway, PT 1 [mmff] [masturbation] [oral]

Brandy and Jessica were best friends in high school who discovered their interest in boys at the same time. Curious, they’d pull up videos on the internet to learn the ins and outs of sex. Ironically, they both fell in love with Thomas Elliot, a senior to their junior. Instead of doing what most caddy girls would do, they decided to have a threesome with him.

They drifted apart after college, only to reunite as young adults when they discovered they both lived and worked in Manhattan. So, they made plans to grab drinks and picked up right where they left off, laughing and catching up.

After a few too many, they started to reminisce about the good ol’ days, like the time they watched each other masturbate to see if their technique was the same. It was. As they grew, their interest in sex exploded and they’d often find themselves masturbating while watching porn on their laptops.

“Do you remember the road trip?” Brandy asked.

“Oh my god, yes. YES!”

[M]y [F]irst 9 inch cock

I was single, horny and couldn’t get enough cock. After a one night stand, the guy tells me about a site where he thought I could get all the cock I wanted at my choosing. I had never gone on one of these sites before and was very hesitant. The online world can be crazy and dangerous for anyone, let alone a female. After a few days, I decided to check it out. I created a profile and posted some very provocative photos that were enough of a tease to draw attention. It worked quite well as I got a ton of emails and “likes” to my page.

After weeding through a list of potentials, I stumbled upon one message from someone who caught my eye. He mentioned having a 9×6 cock.. and I couldn’t even imagine what that looked like. I’ve never had one that big before. But it was enough to stir my interest, so we exchanged numbers and began to chat. To my surprise, he was very respectful and kind, which is so different from the guys on normal dating sites.. many of those guys want a quick fuck and move on (which is great sometimes).

As I Wank Through the Valley of the Shadow of Tits [MF]

My girlfriend Kate has been staying out of the city with her Mum, who’s going through a health scare.

I hadn’t seen her for three weeks until she came down to the city just for the night last night. I met her in town after work and after some heavy making out in a back street we headed for a delicious Italian dinner, with plenty of discreet touching under the table. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other after our time apart. Apparently crab linguine is an afrodisiac.

But when I made a vulgar quip about meatballs she got a sad look in her eye and a frown on her face. She told me (quietly) that she was on her period and I wouldn’t be getting the dessert I had expected at home. Noticing my obvious disappointment, she winked and said she was sure we could find something to do if we really tried.

Getting home after some more surreptitious strokes in the back of the Uber, I carried her case upstairs and rolled us a joint at my desk.

Me and my Fiance got drunk and had a threesome with her friend [MFF]

So it started with my fiancé’s (Ashley) friend inviting us over to her Liz’s house her friend had recently gotten out of the bad break up and then just move back to her parents house her parents house was super nice, they have a nice big family room with chairs, pool hot, tub the works! We get to her house and she’s telling us about her break up her and her ex-boyfriend, they had been living in gather for about two or three years and she caught him cheating on her unfortunately with their lease she was stuck to live in the house with him for another three months. She just had moved back with her parents for a few weeks and Her parents were out of town for the weekend and she wanted to celebrate her new freedom and drink and hang out.

Blink [les][ffm]

It begins, as things do, in a bar. This is where you work, six nights out of seven, in a small town at the South Eastern extremity of Spain. The bar is garishly decorated with British flags, punk memorabilia, and football scarves. The sign above the door reads “The Crown and Piper”, but the successive garblings of Spanish regulars have renamed it to Pepe’s. Self-consciously billed as an “English pub”, the bar is, in reality, an American style sports bar with soccer playing on large screens, and an extensive selection of bottled ales. Shunned by the ex-pat community it was design to attract, Pepe’s is unironically adored by a hard core of Spanish students and elderly regulars.

It is Thursday evening, and you are serving a young American sat alone at the bar.

You lead him through the beer menu with professional elan, deciding on Tea, “a light, golden ale with grassy notes” and you match his warm smiles with your own. He is dressed in a navy blue t-shirt and has short cropped hair. He has a cross of St Christopher around his neck. You are keenly aware of how snugly the shirt fits his body. He is built like a runner, or a gymnast. He is lean and hard.