[Intro] I dated a girl through most of high school and the first year of college [2012]. Lets call her Millie. We were crazy about each other and had a very active sex life. While we remained friends after we broke up, we found it hard to stop having sex with each other. The last time we saw each other was in 2016. We were both in town for winter break and both single[ish] so we fucked and sexted incessantly. I’m afraid that I ruined our relationship/friendship this time around, or her new boyfriend is [understandably] concerned about our getting together, because she politely blows me off whenever I try to get a coffee with her when we both come home for breaks from grad school. Maybe that rejection is what is fueling my need to put my sexy memories of her into words? Anyway, onto the smut.
[Group] I and Lucy went to France: Jacuzzi sex with our friends.
Hello Reddit, it’s been a while! I know you have all been following my girlfriend’s stories with interest. Here I am going to write about our new year’s eve. I will not describe once again in detail how we and our friends look like (see her posts at /u/lucy_isnotmyname for more info) but here are short descriptions:
This year it was 2 couples (me and Lucy, Trale and Gima) and two more friends.
Me: tall, fit, Mediterranean looking.
Lucy: a bit curvy (definitely not chubby), blonde / blue eyes, great tits.
Trale: a bit overweight, cute face and lots of muscles (he plays rugby)
Gima: short, skinny, nice boobs, sexy face.
The other two friends were never mentioned before so I will tell a bit more about them: one is Mugi, she is 35, Japanese (though she lives in Europe). Mugi has a great body, especially for her age, though she has small boobs. She has short black hair, and overall looks very similar to [this girl](https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/cuddly-asian-milf-mayumi-iihara-has-some-pussy-fingering-fun-after-bath/), though Mugi has a small bush down there. Then there was Shin, another Japanese, and colleague of Mugi (they are both ex-colleagues of Lucy). Shin is short, slim, with black hair. He is very shy, but was fun nonetheless.
Speaking Bad [Str8] [Mf] [Raceplay] [Interracial] [Cheating]
I previously posted aversion of this on the sluttyconfessions subreddit.
This is a true story. I have changed the names and some of the details to protect everyone’s identity. The dialogue is all approximate but as accurate as I can recall. It does include some very loaded racial terms so be warned. If that isn’t your thing, you may want to move along.
I am a 32-year-old white guy. 6’2”, full head of light brown hair, blue eyes, 185 lb. in good shape. I have been married two years and I’ve been with my wife for 5 years. Over that time I have had 2 one-night stands, nothing I am proud of.
I work in a major American city. Me and a few guys from work went for drinks a couple months ago. My wife was out of town so I was free for the night. My colleagues are both in their mid-20s and single. We went to a place near where my colleagues lived which was also close to a college campus.
Scottish pounds [MF]
We’d dated for a bit, but i think it was about convenience more than anything. We were living abroad and it was the sort of fling that started in a drunken night of passion. Then a short period of exclusivity. Then an amicable break.
We had mutual friends so we’d see each other at parties. Everything would be normal, but we still eyed each other. I knew i missed bringing her home and fucking her senseless at the end of the night. But until soon, i thought it was just me.
If i had to pick one word to describe this girl, it would be ‘Tight.’ Everything about her; her pussy, her body… Maybe the only thing that wasn’t was her mind (i mean she was smart), and of course her sense of humor. She laughed easily, and her accent. Man her accent gave me goose skin. Thick Glaswegian, rolled ‘R’s. Sexy beyond belief. As much as i liked fucking her if i could have fucked her accent, i would have given it a shot.
Then one night, at around midnight i get a text from her“Just because we’re not seeing each other, doesn’t necessarily mean we have to stop sleeping together.” I was inside her 15 minutes later.
End of the Affair – [Mf] [cheating]
Something felt different this time when I was inside her.
Cara’s long black ponytail followed her head’s movement in time-delay. I could see the auburn strands highlighted in the weak light of the hotel room. I savored the feel of her soft light brown skin as I pulled her hips into me, creating more resistance as I push up inside her. Normally, she would quickly respond by grinding into me, but she hesitated. Was her mind somewhere else? There were plenty of reasons for that–I had never lost her while we fucked before, though.
I reached up and grabbed her assertively by the back of neck to force eye contact. “Stay with me.” She nods and I reach up to grab the ponytail. I pull her head back as I increase the cadence of my thrusts, enjoying the path of least resistance through her small breasts shaking wildly.
Her hips begin grinding in concert with my pounding and I know I have her back, even if only briefly. I pull her down again and wrap my muscular arms around her thin frame–holding her tight against my pale white skin as I bring us closer. I feel her nipples harden against my chest and her breath against my neck. I squeeze her and feel her gasp. I release and she takes in a deep breath to speak.
[MMF] Porn Stars Tales of Virginities Lost: How I Lost My Virginity
Tales of Virginities Lost: How I Lost My Virginity These stories make me feel like my first time story was boring as all heck.
Tales of Virginities Lost: How I Lost My Virginity
Losing your virginity may be one of the last, awesome obstacles previously adulthood. Everyone realizes that the first run through is regularly cumbersome, kind of unique, and… awkward, which is the reason such a large number of us contribute insane measures of vitality for strong first-time experiences. Here, because of a gathering of lethally sincere perusers, we have the unbridled truth. These first-time stories are crude, unfiltered, and—trust it or not—absolutely obvious.
Tales of Virginities Lost: How I Lost My Virginity
Dwindle
I went to a young men’s non-public school amidst no place. Vagina was about as uncommon as a fucking Himalayan snow panther. Truth be told, we were wanting to the point that we’d pull off wandering off in fantasy land about Gerta, the Austrian lunch woman, who was not a photo of ladylike sexuality. Two or three times amid the year, we’d have these weak moves, which—on the off chance that you didn’t as of now have a sweetheart—resembled the main chance to get down. In late-harvest time, the first of these moves happened. Transports of other tuition based school young ladies were trucked in for an occasion that was as managed as a visit to a North Korean grocery store.
A long night…[Str8][mf][Group][Fiction]
It was my friend Heather’s party, we were what…six of us in total? She’d invited the whole gang round her house to celebrate her nineteenth birthday…all very normal, admittedly she was the only girl but really, we just sort of thought of her as “one of the guys”; we were a tight knit group at school, usually a bit more secluded from the rest of the year but fast friends. That’s not to mean we were completely unaware of Heather’s charms…she’d worn a top that day to make you sweat…low cut and flowing, I think now how she must have enjoyed making us squirm with that glint in her eye and the ghost of a wicked smile on her lips. We spent hours goofing around together, watching action flicks, endless videos that we’d each dredged up from youtube that we wanted to show the others and playing board games overly competitively…Heather had the advantage though, I’m not sure any of us could think straight with the rising warmth in the room and her “totally innocent” teasing. We decided it should be time to cosy up the living room with mattresses, sleeping bags and pillows, settling down for what would be one of the longest nights of my life…I’d bagsied a sofa and we fairly unanimously decided to watch some animei together.
As the night went on talk became more…private, as they do in a room full of guys and a girl. It was Heather who directed the conversation though, subtly asking about our preferences, what we liked and disliked, which parts exactly…We were getting warm within the confines of our sleeping bags…It wasn’t long before they were discreetly zipped open to let us cool down a little. Heather, did you really need to wear the short, short, pyjama bottoms…Oh we’ve lost the remote? “I think it might over ther-…” As she crawls forward on all fours fabric riding up the back of her smooth thighs, “Found it!”. With a flourish she twirls back under the loose covers and flashes me with a devilish grin. It must have been well past midnight and the shows put on the telly got slowly trashier. It got to the point of no return when a pixelated cock was ejaculating on screen and we all watched, flushing with embarrassment but hearts beating fast. I was no longer so keen to be on the sofa by myself, so I edged off of it to join the others on the ground and sidle up in the free space next to Heather. At this point my skin was burning and my cheeks were red but so was everyone else, though I only really had eyes for Heather. Glancing to my left at her and noticing the slight parting of her soft lips, her quickened breathing and the delicate sheen on her skin. My eyes would look to the screen and see animated fingers pushing into the soft flesh of a woman’s large breast and then glance back over to Heather where her chest rose and fell, ample and unrestrained within her pyjama top. It was at this point that I decided I would try to sleep, try to tear my eyes away from this madness. It didn’t work. I’d close my eyes and turn over, but the sound of heavy breathing and moans would fill my head instead. My hand itched to touch her, ached to slide under her shirt to cup her breast and yearned to untie her shorts…
I turned to face her, and the movement caused her to look my way. The eye contact was electric, goose bumps immediately spread over all my skin. I could plainly see the lust in her eyes, the hunger. Gently I moved my hand. Felt the mattress with my fingers as they inched forwards until I came upon the fabric of her shorts. I touched her thigh. She caught her breath and looked over at me furtively but made no motion for me to withdraw. I slid my finger over the top of her leg, feeling her silky-smooth skin. Only then did I add the rest of my fingers to gently hold her thigh. Trying not to alert the others she turns her head away from me and watches the screen, but her breathing quickens as my hand moves under her shorts. Biting her lip, she moves her legs a little, an invitation. My inhibitions gone and my confidence growing fast I grab hold of her inner thigh and massage, feeling her exquisite supple skin and flesh. I remove my hand to a look of mild disappointment before I tug on the string of her shorts. Again, lust fills her eyes and she ever so slightly lifts her hips in reaction to my fingers touching her stomach and lifting the now loose material so that my hand can reach down. At this point my mind is numb from the excitement, my heart is beating so fast as leap out of my chest and adrenaline is coursing through my blood stream like a torrent. My middle finger makes contact. She shudders under the covers, struggling in the burning heat to contain herself. Sliding down, I am in shock. Firstly, my sweet and innocent friend Heather, is absolutely soaking wet, dripping almost, secondly, holy shit, am I doing this to my sweet and innocent friend Heather? She looks my way, feels my rock-hard erection through the fabric of my pants with her hand and mouths the word “Please”…Yes, yes I am. And sink my finger gently inside of her.
Post Apocalypse Sex [MFf] [3some]
I can’t believe this is happening. A usual day at the mall, shopping at Costco, when all of a sudden, people come rushing in. Apparently a zombie apocalypse started while I was in Costco. With it being a Tuesday at 3, my girlfriend and I were one of the few shoppers inside. We were buying food when I heard a commotion at the front and ran up to see what was happening, I saw the manager and a couple employees stacking pallets against the door, and cold, dead hands reaching through wherever possible. They managed to successfully barricade the store, and since Costco isn’t inside the mall, but across the parking lot, we were safe for now. The manager, a woman named Trish, calls for all patrons and employees to head to the checkout so we can get a headcount.
After filling in everyone, we took a headcount and estimated that we had around a years’ worth of food if we were lucky. Aside from various things in the store that could pass as weapons, two people had concealed carry weapons, a .357 revolver, and a Colt Handgun, I didn’t know what kind. There were 3 guys in all, me, an older gentleman named Cal, and a Hispanic man named Kevin, who worked at Costco.
Corrupting Corrine – Part 1 [MCtrl] [cheat] [teacher/student] [psychological] [long]
The eraser of Corrine’s pencil tapped, tapped on her notebook. It had made contact with the paper far more times than the tip over the course of the afternoon. Yet her focus was not out the window or within her own mind, but on the lecture before her.
“So I hope, as we continue through the semester, your view of the human mind will evolve similarly to how the views of psychologists have evolved over time. The human mind is not a machine. Yet it cannot be viewed entirely as a self-determining entity, either. We need to look at the pyschological, social, and physical influences on the mind before we can understand how to help a patient – we can never view the mind in isolation from these factors, never as totally independent.”
Dr. Carson, submitting to the students restlessly beginning to pack up their things as they watched the clock approach 4:30, then shut off the powerpoint presentation above. “I’ll see you all on Wednesday. Please remember there *will* be a quiz.”
Corrine’s phone vibrated in her pocket as she began to pack away her own notebook.
[FF] Wedding Hookup! Hoping to see her again! =/
This happened at a wedding last weekend. So here is the story:
I arrived at the hotel late the night before the wedding, checked in, threw my duffle in my room, and went to get a drink with a few friends at the hotel bar. That’s the first time I saw her, across the bar. A white Hispanic, hazel eyes, “dirty blonde” hair kissing her shoulders, a tight blue dress. I couldn’t tell much else at the time.
But the night took us apart.
The next day after the ceremony I got my chance, next to her in line for drinks during cocktail hour.
“Hi, I’m Ashley.” I offered my hand. “How do you know Karen?”
“Sara. Karen’s my cousin. You?” Oh my god. That kiss of a Spanish accent. I tried not to shiver.
“I used to work with her, we kept in touch. What are you drinking?” I asked, not entirely sure she was of age. I finally truly studied her face as she answered. Her light brown eyebrows were slightly angled, with almond shape eyes, the smoothest lightly tan skin. I was a few inches taller at 5’9”