The Dream Team: Threesome

I left college after my sophomore year and moved back home because I was offered a great job that I couldn’t turn down. My girlfriend Belinda was still studying law in Florida and Marcela was still studying Biology in Austin. Belinda and I had stayed together despite the long distance. I didn’t have much contact with Marcela anymore, but Belinda still talked with her regularly and she would tell me about what was going on in her life.

It had been two and a half years since that magical summer when Belinda and I had brought Marcela into our sex lives and it was now becoming a memory that I was always trying to keep fresh in my mind. I had almost completely given up hope that we might all be together (in that way) again.

[MF] Forced Sex Fantasy

One Friday night, as we cuddled together and basked in the afterglow of a bout of truly delicious but utterly vanilla sex, my boyfriend Saleem asked me a question that made me raise my eyebrows:

“Andrea, have you ever had a rape fantasy?”

I was in love with Saleem; if I could be anyone in the world, I would be him. He is beautiful, smart and funny, generous, kind and loving. We had been together a year, and had shared an apartment in Williamsburg for the last six months. He was great, a real keeper. The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that he was a little… tame in bed.

There was nothing wrong with his sex drive, far from it. And vanilla is a nice flavor too. But whenever I suggested anything even remotely kinky, the answer was always the same:

Bondage play, golden showers? “Hmm, sounds interesting.”

Threesomes, spanking? “That could be fun.”

Anal sex, exhibitionism? “Could be interesting.”

Role playing, dildos? Well you get the picture. He was always positive but noncommittal, and it never happened. Saleem’s idea of kinky was going down on me with the lights on. And he was pretty fucking good at that, I must say.

[MF] Learning and experimenting with my incest fetish

I was (well, still am) an only child that has never been attracted to my mother, aunt, or grandmother (or dad, uncle, or grandfather for full transparency). In spite of this, I have an incredibly deep ingrained incest fetish that dictates the porn I consume and the roles I play out when with my various partners. I recently went down a rabbit hole with a partner about where we first tried something or when we knew we were into a particular kink and I thought it would be interesting to share.

I know exactly when the fetish began. I was in elementary school and attending a friend’s birthday party at Discovery Zone. A classmate and I ended up in an area under a climbing obstacle, almost completely hidden from everyone. I don’t know what was said but we shared our first kiss in that play area. It was a light peck on the lips, nothing more as we were so young but when I got home, all I could think about was doing it again. She was a very good friend of mine and there was obvious play yard flirting that had led to this moment and all I wanted was for more of it to occur.

The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 6

Ron couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. The confusion and worry over Harry’s disappearance had caused him to forget all about the reward Hermione had promised him. His excitement growing Ron felt his cock begin to rise at the prospect of what he was about to do with Hermione.

Ron was still a little bit confused however.

‘What’s that bottle your holding?’ Ron asked curiously.

‘It’s lubrication, if your going to have anal sex with me then your going to need this else its going to be really tight.’ Hermione explained.

It still amused Hermione that Ron still didn’t know about muggle products. So promising herself that one day she will teach him some muggle studies she approached her boyfriend and sat down on the bed.

Ron was lost for words. He still couldn’t comprehend what he was about to do so he just sat motionless.

Hermione was becoming impatient. She’d been looking forward to this moment all day and now Ron was lingering. Was Ron having second thoughts about anal? She hadn’t exactly asked if he wanted to do it, she had just assumed that as a horny teenager he would be up for anything.

The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 5

Sunlight crept through the bedroom window onto Ron Weasleys face causing him to wake up with a start. Ron’s eyes adjusted to the bright light as he took in his surroundings. He was lying in bed, Harry must have already woken up and gone for breakfast because his camp bed was empty.

Checking his bed side alarm clock he realised that his first quidditch match for the Chudley Cannons youth team was in 5 hours time. Normally Ron would be forced to spend the night before matches at the team headquarters but as it was his first game they had let him stop with his family to help with nerves.

And boy was Ron nervous. He always was when it came to quidditch matches, but this was a whole lot bigger. All his family and friends would be attending the match to watch him, amongst the other thousand dedicated Cannons fans that liked to go to the youth games to see up and coming talent. This match would be very important, he needed to make a good impression.

MY CONFUSION Part. 1 [MM] [MF] [ORAL] [ANAL]

To my readers,
Thank you for taking the time to read my stories.
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MY CONFUSION

My name is Frank and I have a problem. (I think.)
I am a sophomore at a well known university.
For obvious reasons I can’t mention the schools name.
Well, here goes my story.

It all started a few months back.
If you have the time sit back and allow me to tell my story from the beginning.
I grew up on a farm in a small rural town in Wisconsin.
My family was typical Mid-Western conservatives.
We voted Republican in all the elections and went to church every Sunday.
Except when the harvest was due.
Come to think of it I would imagine that the pews were particularly empty during that season.

I had a normal childhood and was your typical corn fed mid-western boy.
I’ve had the same girlfriend since I was ten.
Susan had been by my side through thick and thin.
We never really talked about getting married, it was just assumed by everyone including the two of us that this was how it was to be.

[MF] the time a dare led to me being stalked by a stripper.

So in my mid twenties as I’ve stated before I was a bit wild and really got around. For years I worked at call centers because the pay was decent and you basically didn’t do anything. At a few different centers I worked with this girl named (Brooklyn) I’ll use her stripper monicker to protect her real identity as this story gets pretty raw.

Anyway she was blonde, glasses, had the nerdy wholesome look. She was a bit skinny but with the right amount of meat on her bones. She had decent sized tits where you could tell they were present even in a sweater. She was really dumb but friendly and save for the wild dog look in her bright blue eyes you’d have no idea there was a drug addicted cock addicted demon lurking beneath the surface.

[MF] Dipping our toes into sharing.

My [30M] fiance [26F] have been together for roughly 4 years. Our sex life is excellent; we typically have sex 2-3 times per week, and are very connected to each other. Because of this, we try to explore new ways to increase and enhance our sex life, so it doesn’t become routine or boring. We have always been open in communicating and making sure that the other person is getting what they want. This has led to some really fun sessions, including role play, light bondage, and anal (on both of us. Guys, if you haven’t ever had your girl get you off with a plug up your ass, you’re missing out). Thanks to subreddits like /r/hotwife and /r/hotpast, I have started asking her to tell me stories of her previous partners while we have sex. I always find it so hot to think about her with someone else, and I’ve learned so much about her. Like that she was given an award in her dorm for loudest orgasm after her work boss fucked her. Her list isn’t extensive though, so we’ve already run out of stories. I half-joke with her that she needs to make some new ones to tell me. I’m not into the cuckold fantasy, but sharing is something that we have started talking about, but I never really thought would come to fruition. Until last weekend.

[M]eeting a sexy cougar leads to a [F]irst date: anal and office sex

I had been in a bit of a dry spell for a month or so and couldn’t seem to break through the slump. All of my go-to apps and sites just weren’t happening. Scrolling through one site I saw a new profile; nothing that stood out, just a close up picture of her eye and a mention of her age – late 40s. Her bio stated she was bored and married – her libido was through the roof and her husband didn’t have the kink or drive to satisfy her. I figured I’d shoot my shot and hope for the best. I took a few minutes to write out a thoughtful response and sent it off. A helpful hint to any men reading: putting even half a bit of effort into replying to posts or messages on dating sites results in an exponential increase in positive responses. You don’t have to be Mr. Sauve, but introducing yourself, responding directly to specific things in their bios, and writing out 3-4 sentences goes a long way towards starting things off on the right foot.