[MF] Creative Housing Solution (Freeuse)

Emma got the letter in the mail that she never thought she would. Emma honestly forgot she even applied for it. She was accepted into a very prestigious university in the US. It was part of a foreign exchange program for promoting cultural exchange at the university. She were ecstatic about the oppirtuunity, knowing that all she was leaving behind was a boring retail job by the beach. Emma reads further down to see that tution is covered by the program, but room and board was not. Her heart sinks a little, knowing her savings will almost cover a one way ticket to California where the University is. Emma looks at the included housing options. Southern California is not cheap…She sinks into the couch, tears swelling in her eyes as she sees the monthly rent is more than she could possibly afford. Emma writes off the opportunity, knowing that she cannot make this happen, even though it would change her life forever. She almost throws the letter out till she sees a black buisness card stuffed in the envelop, it has a name and email address on it, with one sentance printed on the back

“If you need creative housing solutions contact me.”

Stacy’s Night Out Pt.1 (FF)

For the second time in the evening Stacy felt a hand on her knee. Her brain was a little fuzzy after downing a margarita and a beer within the first half hour of arriving at the bar but she needed something to strengthen her resolve. After some badgering she had accepted the invitation from the office cool kids for a night at their favorite watering hole.

Working with people that were 10 or even 20 years younger was taxing at times, sometimes Stacy felt like an anthropologist observing a strange new tribe. She had heard bits and pieces about their Friday outings around the office but she had dismissed it as youthful bragging and one-upmanship. “These kids have no idea the things I’ve seen,” she frequently thought to herself.

The first hand on her knee was from Vanessa, the queen bee of the group. Stacy had written it off as the overfamiliarity of the sorority girl type. It seemed to go along with the effusive greetings and constant hugging. The hand never went anywhere and Vanessa moved on soon to flit about some other beautiful person.

Sexting my online sir during and after a wake. [F][M] [cheating] [pictures]

I’ve been lurking on this subreddit for years but never thought I’d actually post anything of my own. This particular story is going up because Sir asked me to put it all online, and will not respond to my messages until it’s finished and posted. After all of the fun we had last night, I couldn’t wait to do as he asked and post. These are all messages that were sent to me over the course of the night and my responses to them. The pictures I sent to him that don’t have my face are [here](https://imgur.com/a/sapcp). I hope you all enjoy.

[MF][F] one year to this day my wife and I had our first and only threesome.

It was a Sunday night and my wife and her friend decided to go out drinking. We have always had an relationship where if she wanted to be with someone else she has my blessing. I stayed home to play Xbox and would get updates via text every so often. Being Sunday night not to many men at the bar. So to spark things up I decided “ I will send a dick pic to my girl.”
What I didn’t know was that my wife’s friend had her phone. After some mild embarrassment and flirting I convinced them that they needed to kiss. And so they did. And giggled. Then they got more drinks and I convinced them to kiss each other in the car, which was surprisingly not that difficult to do.

The absolutely stupidest way I ever got a boyfriend [FM]

Miscreants littered the hallway into the basement that smelled of liquor and sweat. I can’t explain why I was at that party when I was 25, I’d graduated three years ago and I was still hanging out with college friends. Mostly everyone I went to class with moved back, but I still had a job and didn’t want to go home. But the music scene was good.

I won’t name names, but there’s a couple bands that played in my circle that are big enough to still be around. My favorite, well, I kind of miss the way she sang with that heavy voice. She was the closest person to ever make me contemplate my sexuality… But I’m getting too far away from why we’re here.

The cement floor meant one wrong move in that mosh pit would be pretty brutal. I got a bruise on my ribcage from standing too close to a guy doing roundhouse kicks. Not fun. I drank from a clear cup (I think) — and leaned against a wall talking to my friend who was still a Sophomore. It was a good show and later into the night when my ears had taken enough abuse I stepped back outside and onto the lawn. Three or four guys were drinking and laughing. Their bombastic and alcoholic grabbed my attention while I smoked my cigarette. They were all kind of cute in their own way, if I remember, but the one sitting on the bench had flawless, pale skin and these intense eyes that completely ignored me.

I[M] fucked my dad’s boss[F]

This happened 40 years ago, and it’s not as hot as it is a life memory. I was 19 and home from college over Christmas. I met high school buds for a beer at a local inn in my very small home town. While there, two older women came in and I recognized them (small town) as the divorcee of my summer job boss and the divorced town manager (like a mayor). She was 38, and my dad’s boss with whom he worked with in the town offices.. We all had a few beers and both of the women were flirting with me quite openly. My buddies were taking note and encouraging me to take it to a higher level. I was kinda shy then and they knew it, and were playing it up. As the evening progressed and the two ladies were getting a bit soused, we realized that it had begun to snow and was really coming down hard and thick. The other divorcee said she had to go before it got worse and she asked if I could bring her friend, the town manager, home, as she lived on a steep hill and she didn’t feel confident taking on that challenge. I of course, in my young male bravado said that I would have no problem tackling the hill, so off we went. S. was getting very touchy-feely in the car, and I was totally hard, and she could feel it as she would slip her hand over the bulge in my pants. I managed to get to the entrance to her long drive without much trouble, but her driveway went steeply downhill and was unplowed. I hesitated, considering the risks of not getting back up, when she full on attacked me, telling me how she wanted me to fuck her all night long. She pulled out my cock, stroking it and kissing me passionately…talk about older women fantasies!!…My dad’s car had a bench seat and she lay back and hitched up her skirt. I was not a virgin, but no woman had ever so openly invited me to fuck her. She was wearing panty hose and lace panties. Man was I ready to go! she had difficulty pulling her panty hose down, so she just asked me to rip them open….as well as her panties…there hardly any foreplay. She stopped me from eating her out, demanding that I just fuck her!…I managed to drop trou and get her feet up with my hands and shoved my raging cock into her pussy. She was so wet and ready and she came almost immediately…shuddering. It put me over the edge and I came deep inside her…she moaned and said something about my wonderful cock. It was over way too soon, and I felt like I didn’t give her nearly what she was looking for. She showed no signs of covering up or getting ready for a trek down her driveway, so I decided to drive down to the house and carry her inside. HA! That’s when things got interesting! When we got to the house, she couldn’t find her KEYS! As she stayed in the car, i walked around the house trying different doors and windows…finally founding a bathroom window cracked open enough for my fingers to lift…and hoisted myself up and in, only to find a very angry dog wondering who the fuck I was. I managed to calm him down, and unlocked the front door. She was nearly asleep and was heavier than I imagined. As I lay her on her bed, she tried her best to convince me to stay and fuck some more. It was 1 AM, and I had my dad’s car…he had to be at work the next morning. I tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead and made my way back outside, locking her front door behind me. Damned if I could get that car up her drive without spinning the tires in the deep snow. I eventually gave up, and broke into her house ONCE AGAIN to telephone my folks, waking them of course, with all that entailed. (no cell phones) I managed to tell them that I had done a good deed by driving my dad’s boss home, but got stuck in the driveway. I made an agreement with my mom to meet me in the town center, and I would walk down the hill. It was a glorious quiet night, not a sound, as I ran down the hill on a post sex high, incredulous that I had fucked my dad’s boss. The next day we retrieved the car and she and I exchanged furtive smiles and winks. We never repeated the sex, but it has burned an everlasting secret memory in my brain….until now!

A rat stole my vibrator [F].

I can’t believe it. I’m still in blue beaned shock. I’ve never spoken out loud or written anything about my sexual habits/practices, so I apologize if I awkwardly describe this, but what I just discovered seems so outlandish to me and I have no one else to recount this odd little happening to.

It’s recently been a busy time and I haven’t indulged in some personal time in a couple of long weeks, so I was quite merrily looking forward to my day off to remedy this once I was rested and had the luxury of time and quiet. My day off arrives and I head to my bathroom to retrieve my silicone dildo and a small bullet vibrator. (I usually kept these in a ziploc bag in my nightstand, but had previously used these while in the shower and then decided to store them in my bottom drawer next to my bathroom sink.) I opened the bottom drawer and froze for a few seconds, taken aback. Inside, the ziploc bag containing both toys had been chewed through and there lay my poor dildo, the head and half of the body massacred into little fleshy pieces, cut down in its prime.

Fucking My High School Bully [Str8] [m/f] [prost] [Mdom] [reluc]

Blurb: *After years of torture at highschool, James or ‘Little-Dick-Jimmy’ gets his chance to make all of that time worth it by hatefucking his former bully.*

**Author’s Note:** *This is a story of rough sex and ‘hatefucking’. It is in no way a non-consensual story. I wanted to clarify this because I realise there are certain parts may seem like they’re hinting at a rape scenario, but that’s not the case at all. If rough sex, dirty talk, mild violence or hate-sex disturbs you, please do not read on. Otherwise, enjoy.*

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I wasn’t a popular guy in school. I was never any good at sports, I froze up when talking to most people, especially girls and I much preferred keeping to myself. It didn’t help that I was your fairly stereotypical-looking, geek kid. I had to wear braces throughout most of school, I was slim and fragile, and my bright Orange hair was fairly long and very curly, so I definitely stood out in a crowd. But hey, I didn’t have bad acne, so, I guess that was something.

My [F] slutty adventures Part 4

I like the idea of threesomes but the ones I’d experienced didn’t quite go to plan. There was one with my boyfriend at the time and his best friend which caused the bf to have jealousy issues, one with a friend and her fwb which made her jealous, one with two guys I met in a bar where one got a bit pissed off and went home and one with two male friends which wasn’t too bad but we were all very drunk so it was more funny than sexy. So I decided to have a look online at a swingers site because if people are looking for a third then in theory they might have ironed out any issues particularly if they’re experienced. I got a message from a guy who had a profile with his brother. I thought that was a little odd but he explained that being brothers they are totally at ease with each other and trust each other completely which did make sense.

Pegging Gone Wrong [MM]

I have been chatting with this ‘straight’ guy on a dating app for almost a year already. We would usually talk about his ‘bottom bitch’ fantasies. I am quite adventurous, and it’s been a while since I was dominant at sex. For months, we’ve been talking about meeting up and fulfilling his fantasy. But every time we set a date, something would always come up leaving us with no choice but to cancel. Until last night when all the stars lined up for us to meet.

He came in our flat looking a bit anxious. It was the first time we met face-to-face. I reassured him that no one is going to bug us, my roommate is on holiday for a few days in India. We talked a bit about the weather, work, and other awkwardly boring stuff before heading to my room.