A tinder tale of a different nature [FM]

I tell people we aren’t dating because in my mind, dating means something else. Dating to me are two people who aren’t in a relationship yet, but maybe after they learn more about each other, they could be. And that’s not where we are. We are in a new sinister world where we already know each other. A world that’s both dark and light and honest and painful.

Plus we dated already. Back when you were freshly 27 and I was weeks into being 41. I swiped right on you and let you chase me while I was getting my feet wet again in the dating pool. It was clear immediately that you were my type. Young, educated, charismatic, and well put together. And I knew quickly that you understood my game. We went from meeting for drinks at the bar to letting you suck on my tits on the corner of Grand and Lake Park in the blink of an unsober eye while coked out skateboarding onlookers screamed into the night sky. It became this whirlwind of sex, day trips, food, and wine.Ultimately, I mistook your lust and ability to make me cum for passion, and your numbing effect on my pre-existing heartache for something more. Never revealing to each other that there were bigger issues we were covering with bandages. Living months in ignorant bliss until it ended in inevitable failure. And that word “love” became a painful dagger I threw too early. From the beginning, our was constructed to fall apart. You originally went on to Tinder to explore the world of dating, not to settle down. I went on to try to avoid the dark abyss of grief. That was our dating period.

First time skinny dipping with two guys – 1/2 [FM]

This is a story that happened back in high school and it was a first such experience for me. I went to highschool with my friend Matt and we would often hang out during the summer. This summer was no different and one day he invited me to go with his friend Chris for a swim.

He lived in a somewhat rural area and there was a river nearby so I figured that’s where we’d be going. Once I got to his house, we got on bikes and cycled to his Chris’ house. Chris wasn’t all that far, maybe a kilometer and a half.

When we got there, Chris was excited and told us that there was something we have to check out. The house across from his was owned by some that lived 2 hours away and only came there for weekend getaway a few times during the summer. However, Chris found out that they still had water in their pool and all you had to do was uncover it. The pool was closed off and you couldn’t really see it. When you looked from the road it was behind the house, and behind it at the end of their yard they had a small private beach closed off on the river. From one side of their yard was a big wall and trees from the other. The only way you could ever see in their yard and that someone was using the pool was if you actually came behind the house.

[F]irst timer: Some of the best sex we’ve ever had {MF}

A bit of background for more atmospheric readers: my boyfriend and I have been happily together for almost a decade now. We began dating as teens, but through the years have changed and grown together. I’d argue that we love and trust each other more than ever before. He’s the man of my dreams. While we are both very monogamous, the idea of sharing our passionate sex life with others is definitely a turn on to our exhibitionist sides. Hence, the best sex we’ve had to date.

For my birthday, my folks offered to send Gabe and I on a wonderful and romantic trip to a Caribbean island, all expenses paid. We were both absolutely thrilled. We are both in school, and have been so stressed with our upcoming graduations/the jobhunt that we had not done a great job of prioritizing our needs for intimacy and sex. Simply put: we were both instantly riled up at the idea of a week in paradise, in very little clothing, with rum at every conceivable opportunity. While we have so many stories I could share (and maybe will, if you all like this one), my favorite came near the end of the trip.

What (or should I say who) I did this summer [fm]

School was finally out and I woke up on the first day of summer with one mission. Get laid.

I sit up and look at myself in the mirror. My T Shirt barely concealed my C cup breasts, and my brown hair was matted to the side of my head from sleeping on it. I get up, pulling my panties out of my (I’d say pretty nice) ass and start combing my hair.

I continue with the rest of my morning routine, checking the time to verify its 9 and Mom’s at work.

I pick out an outfit my mom would not approve of, because “Cynthia Reid that is not appropriate for a 17 year old to wear” I don’t see what’s wrong with a tank top and booty shorts, it’s an advantage to me.

I check my phone to see if I had gotten any texts. The answer was no, so I posted on my Instagram and Snapchat a picture of my bed with the caption “home alone, HMU”

Nobody would judge me, everyone’s a slut at 17.

[F] [exh] [mast] Comealot Sex41 Club

This sexy story is about a group of women who start a masturbation club at the Comealot Sex Shop. It’s called the Comealot Sex41 [pronounced “sex for one”] Club and “the club” for short. The club is a safe haven for women who want more sex. Together, they face the realities of everyday female sexual desire, and the beauty of a human lost in passionate self-pleasure.

Members receive regular assignments to review sex toys, pick the ones they like and record their recommendations before coming together in class for a little “show and tell”. They show off their sex toys while telling stories about their favorite orgasmic moments. As they conduct online research to select their sex toys, they get so sexually excited they have a tendency to masturbate on the spot. They share these special moments with their friends in the form of audio recordings posted at comealot.net [pronounced come-a-lot dot net]. Most of their stories are about self pleasure and some include mutual masturbation, but some take it a step further by recounting graphic sex scenes from romantic escapades with sex partners too.

Nudist Resort Hookup [MF] [virgin]

Some background, I wrote this from a r/DirtyWritingPrompts prompt about a virgin at a nudist resort, its not really great, but it’s my first time writing so IDK.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I had second guesses about going here, I mean, what if someone from university saw me here? I get out of my car, and retrieve my bathroom bag from the trunk of my car. It’s funny how much of our luggage is clothes.

I walk in and walk up to the front desk, a quite beautiful girl is sitting behind it, clothed.

“Hello, welcome to *Au Naturale* do you have a reservation?”

“Yeah, it should be room 167 under Bisen.”

“Yep, here you are, here’s your room key, enjoy your stay.”

“Thanks.”

I walk away, and hurry to my room, a cheap one, but what can I say, college is expensive.

After I remove my clothing I look myself in the mirror, my brown hair looks nice in a pixie cut, and my tits don’t look half bad for a change.

I walk out, ready to soak up some rays.

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How I lost my virginity to a college threesome. [MFM]

I lost my virginity my freshman year of college. It happened in the spring semester, like early February, 2011. To this day, it was probably one of the best college experiences I had. Not only did I lose my virginity, I lost in in a threesome with multiple rounds of raw sex. It was a Friday night and I was out looking for a house-party with my roommate Jay. We found one that was pretty legitimate, but nothing too crazy. After a few beers each we started chatting with these two girls our age that were from a dorm building across campus. We hit it off immediately, and I was surprised at myself for carrying on a carefree conversation with this cute girl Kylie. The other girl’s name was Taylor. After a while of talking, the four of us, Taylor saw some other friends and went over to them. It was just me, Jay and Kylie hitting it off, and she was getting kind of playful and flirty. Just as we were finishing off our second beers and feeling good but not drunk, cops showed up because of noise complaints.

[M]aking Love with the Boss A[F]ter Hours

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The position needed to be filled in a week, and I was getting nervous. I never got a callback, or any response. Until now. I was waiting outside an office that was unoccupied. It was a big “campus” and staff were being relocated all over. It was definitely a strange place to get interviewed, but there I was. I was on time, but my interviewer was no where to be found.

“Are you here for the interview?”

I turned around, and to my surprise, it was a woman in her early 30s. She was dressed in a chrome skirt, and a white blouse. She had black, silky, shoulder length hair, curves all in the right places. You could tell she took care of herself.

“Uh… Yeah! I am.” I replied.

“Great! You must be Jay. Let’s go into the office.”

last dance for mary jane [mf]

“I’ve never seen myself cum before.”

She was laying on her stomach, watching the laptop screen intently. Her moans sounded tinny and high-pitched over the speakers.

On the bed, she was still wearing her shirt, but nothing else. Her tousled blonde hair fell on either side of her face. He stood behind and slightly to her right. He glanced at the screen for a moment and watched as his cock slid in and out of her. Her disembodied fingers glided over her clit in fast, counter-clockwise circles. Her other hand reached down and pulled his hips in closer.

He looked down at the real her, at the soft clean curve of her hips.

“Fuck.”

She slid her right hand under herself and lifted her hips. Her fingertips peeked out a second later between her legs, probing and sliding.

He looked at the screen. He had pulled out and the screen was filled with confusing flashes of flesh and darkness as they repositioned. Her face came in to frame, flushed and excited. She pulled the camera closer. As soon as his cock sprang into the bottom of the frame, she grasped it and took it deep into her mouth. He heard himself over the speakers, making a dumb half-grunt, half-moan. She opened her eyes, his cock still in her mouth. She looked straight into the camera as she worked up and down his shaft. Her eyes grew smoky and the edge of her mouth tightened around his cock.

Fucking in a graveyard [FM]

****This is a long one, feel free to skip to the next section for the more salacious parts****

I was in the middle of my PhD in plant genetics in a small Northeastern town when I matched with someone named Elsa on a dating app.

As for context, my PhD experience had been isolating and alienating– cold, harsh winters seemingly spent as endless days pipetting buffer and fixing an endlessly dripping HPLC and nights of writing and debugging R code.

I hadn’t had much luck in dating or sex; I seemed to be always working, drinking too much when I wasn’t, plus the cliché social awkwardness that people often associate with scientists.

I was intrigued immediately by Elsa’s profile– my first impression of her was her large intelligent and melancholy hazel eyes, full lips, and pale skin.

She had included sparse text that suggested a witty and sharp personality.

In the very best sense, she struck me as an intimidating kind of woman.

We had a lot of shit in common and found quick rapport chatting about our cynical views of dating, politics, and society at large.