The first time I squirted [FM]

There’s a lot of controversy around squirting, what it is, how it happens, all of that. I don’t really know much about any of that because it’s only happened to me a few times, and it’s usually a massive surprise. I can sort of make it happen now, but it takes A LOT of effort. Now there has to be this perfect storm of clitoral stimulation, g-spot stimulation, and anal stimulation for it to happen. The last time I squirted my husband had me on my hands and knees and I was using a vibrator on my clit, I had a large butt plug in and he was fucking me from behind really hard and it just happened – a total surprise, but I think that’s how I can make it work if I want to. I don’t know, my body is a fucking mystery to me sometimes.

Anyways, here’s wonder wall.

A drunken night of ass to mouth [MF], anal

I had met Felicia through a friend (see previous story).

She was 19 by the time we started getting serious and I was a bit older than her. Met her family and we seemed to get along well enough.

She was also the most open person about sex ever. There was nothing she wasn’t open to trying. She definitely had some issues though. She liked attention and being open about sex got her a lot of attention.

She was about 5’6”. Not thin, just curvy. She was in shape somehow even though I never knew her to exercise. When I met her she was a bit of raver type. For some reason she became super preppy once we started dating. I found that even hotter. Here was a preppy girl with dyed black hair (that she now was letting grow out) who would fuck pretty much anyone anytime.

I had learned quickly that she was probably not to be trusted but we saw each other a lot and had sex a ton. And she was my chance to try every deviant act I could think of.

Crash for the Night (Part I) [MM]

A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.

The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors.

Den of Sin Chapter 1 – Enjoy ;) (Vampire, Submission, Biting, Yummy Anal Dominance, Succulent Sin)

Perhaps it’s a Starbucks caramel macchiato, possibly that Camel Crush nicotine stick, or maybe the next thirsty comment from your recent IG post, everyone craves something. Everyone. It might not be ever present and you might not think about it consciously, but it’s there. I have my own cravings but highly doubt they are anything like yours. I crave to deprave.

It started out innocently enough, we met online. She claimed to be a nurse and worked night shifts so didn’t have much opportunity go out to meet guys and I worked IT for a paper mill, coincidentally on night shift. I always preferred nights… less bosses around, less headache, less stress. Usually less traffic and just better in my eyes. When the rest of the world was sleeping I was doing my best work, away from their prying eyes. Like an elf in the night and in the morning, everything was running with top efficiency and up to code, um programming code.

[FM] – The time where my beard led to anal

*After a long time lurking in this and other true(ish) story subreddits, I’ve decided to share some stories of my own. I’ve had a good couple of decades of sexual activity and I’ve got quite a few stories to share ranging over that time.*

*About me: I’m 37 years old, white with dark skin. 5’9″ and solidly built from years of spending time in the gym, but not so fanatically that I have no body fat because I still like pie. Suffice it to say I look good in clothes and I’m happy with how I look naked. In the equipment department, I’m nothing more than average all around.*

“I’ve never kissed with a man with a beard before”.

That was the first message she sent. I was two months post separation from my first wife and had created a profile on PoF for some casual fun. It was a weeknight and I was home relaxing after a long day at work and a long evening of trying to deal with the logistics of getting divorced. I don’t recall my exact response but it was sufficiently witty enough for the conversation to continue. Taking a look at her profile, I discovered that Brittany was a cute, mid-20s blonde, 5’4″ and perfectly curvy with lips that looked soft and juicy and wonderfully kissable; overall, perfect for what I had in mind.

[mf] The time I shared my wife at a gloryhole

Hey everyone!

Just to preface this story, the sharing thing is pretty new between us. This story actually happened a couple months ago.

Anyways, it started with me asking her to do this sort of sex questionnaire (just mainly out of curiosity, or to bring out some fantasies she had that I didn’t know about yet).

She answered a few of the questions to my surprise. Some were almost hurtful – but the hurtful ones seemed to be the biggest turn ons (she listed orgies, gangbangs, BBC, cuckolding and of course gloryholes as a yes, as well as some others).

The ideas were things that I took personally at first, but they’ve grown on me a bit. I’ll be writing more about those experiences.

Anyways, it began when I asked her if she knew what a gloryhole actually was. She said she did. I asked if it was an actual fantasy (reassuring her I would not be upset), and she essentially said “yes”.

I told her that it was a new thing/kind of uncomfortable (for both of us), but it was a turn on for me as well.

My (F)irst time with my boyfriend(M). [MF] [GROUP]

Back on January 2016, I went to a friend’s birthday party on what was to be my last night in the city for a long time. I had been promoted and My new position would take me to Venice, Italy for the next 10 months. My flight was the very next morning. I had planned to stay for only a short time as i wanted to get some sleep. But then i saw him. A tall man with a gorgeous face and from what I could tell, a great body too , talking to the other guests. My interest was piqued abd suddenly I wasnt in a hurry to leave. I asked my friend who he was and she said he was this guy her husband worked with sometimes and was friends with. He had noticed me too and now we were both checking each other out. She introduced us and we talked, flirted and danced for a while. I still remember the electricity I felt as his intense hazel eyes looked into mine. Sadly, nothing happened as I had to leave in an hour. He congratulated me and wished me well.

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 11 (the end) [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

Don’s heart beat fast in his chest as he sat in his new-ish Chrysler 200 at the end of the block. He had the heat on, but his hands were still cold from the nervousness that tingled throughout his body, occasionally causing his stomach to feel both weightless and full of butterflies. Two days ago, Don had lied about having to work late on Friday to prepare for a road trip and conference the following week. He told his wife Hanna, that she’d be free to go to her “book club” since he’d be out for the evening.

Don wasn’t surprised by her excited acknowledgment, having found out about her extra-curricular activities by having a sophisticated home security system installed at their house that had secret surveillance capabilities.

Last night, when he had a moment to himself, he’d watched the recorded video as his wife eagerly conferred with their son Pete, setting a meeting for Hanna and their son’s female alter-ego, Anastasia, for Friday night at the adult bookstore across town.

Don had all the specifics, the two wanted to play together this time, they would both occupy the last video booth at the end of the hall and “Anastasia” would teach her mother everything she knew about playing at a gloryhole.

The Red Lock Hostel – Complete [M+F] [anal] [humil] [cons nc] [fantasy]

Note: Originally posted this in parts, save for the final chapter. For those of you who have already read parts 1-3, ** indicates the beginning of part 4. I decided to remove the separations entirely.
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The Red Lock Hostel just opened the weekend I came to Tucson. It’s located pretty out of the way from the main part of town, but still accessible by bus. The hostel took my breath away when I approached and saw it was a recently restored two-story Victorian mansion with a tower. Once checked-in, the Host put on a cheesy grin and informed me that the hostel was haunted and to please stay clear of the door to the tower, which I would recognize from the red lock fastened to it. As a mischievous grin spread across his pale face, he slipped me a piece of paper with his phone number on it and said, “Don’t hesitate to call if you need…assistance.” His eyes drifted downward, following my shape.

I blushed compulsively and felt blood rush to certain parts of my body in a way that was only natural. The primal reaction quickly returned to sensibility; I was of half a mind to take my business elsewhere, but I merely glowered and made a note to crucify the Host in my online review of the hostel.

Late night angry anal fuck for the wife. [MF]

Story from the past weekend.

I had taken time off work to be with the family over the last few days of winter break. My wife (a teacher) was not looking forward to going back. We did the family stuff over the past few days and she rewarded me with great sex Thursday and Friday night. She was on fire both nights, cumming three times the first night, and four times the next night.

Saturday morning I went to change the bed sheets and she laughed saying there wasn’t a point because she was going to squirt all over me again tonight. We end up at her sister’s house for dinner and pretty soon the wine is flowing. They are best friends and I have to drag her and the kids home before it is getting too late.

We get home and get everyone put to bed. We decide to have another drink and she starts picking a fight about a home remodeling project we have coming up. She’s drunk and I try to let it go because I want to get laid still . We get ready for bed and she’s giving me the silent passive aggressive treatment she’s learned from her mother. But all I can think of is her perfect ass under her long t-shirt. She finishes washing her face and walks to dresser. She pulls out a simple blue slip and puts it on. Not exactly a sexy one like I’d been hoping for, but still there’s a chance for sex.