[M]y Adventure with an Army Ranger’s Wife

So, my first forays into sharing my stories have gone decently well, and I’ve actually gotten a request to share one that I put at the end of my last story.

So shortly after graduating high school, I had a habit of bumming around town a bit. Hanging out with friends, awaiting college acceptance, and just generally relaxing and unwinding after finally finishing my senior year.

I ended up spending a lot of time playing pool, going so far as to join up in some local tournaments and making friends with a group of regulars. Among these were two young women who were always hanging around and watching the pool players, chatting and joking. We’ll call these women Arizona and Madison.

Arizona was the daughter of the owner of the local pool hall, a short blonde with a bright smile and curvy body sporting D-cup tits that she loved to show off. Her friend, Madison, some sort of logistics person at the local base, was even thicker with short black hair and an absolutely massive set of tits with a shapely ass. Though a few years older than me, they never had a problem hanging out and flirting, making jokes and small talk well into the night at least a couple times a week.

B is for Blowjob [F22M45][age gap][consensual][blowjob]

This is an extract from a longer story I wrote, but I am planning on scrapping and starting from fresh. I thought instead of letting it go to waste, I would share it with you all instead and see what you think.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” I say, taking a seat on the couch. It’s so big and soft that I almost collapse into it.

My short skirt rises halfway up around my thighs; I got to pull it down but stop. Harlen is standing smiling at me, his head crooked to one side, as if he can tell that I’m lying – but it was sweet of me to say so anyway. His green eyes glisten in the soft lighting, lingering in space between my thighs. I part my legs, giving him a glimpse of my thong.

I had thought that we might talk a bit first, to discuss what the night before had meant to both of us, and to establish our boundaries going forwards, and maybe get to know each other a little better in the process. But I can’t concentrate when he’s looking at me like that – with such intensity that my body literally begins to quiver. I’m not surprised to realise I want him just as badly as I did the night before.

[MM] A certain sense of loss, pt.2 (long)

Then, stroking the side of his neck and face, I whisper in his left ear: ‘You’re beautiful, and I want to fuck you.’

I move my head back and we hold eye contact for a second that feels like a minute. He’s excited, scared, turned on. He wants this, and I need him. For a brief moment I understand cannibalism, because I want all of him, forever.

I slip off my shoes and take off my belt. I back away and fold it in my hands as if to make a whip. His eyes widen for a moment but he sees the joke for what it is and laughs out of his nose. I throw it to one side, and we kiss for a little bit longer, and I stroke him. With my shoes off we’re almost the same height and we lock eyes.

‘Bed.’ I instruct him and he nods, walking over to it as if in a dream, crawls on all fours to the top, places one pillow on top of the other, and turns on to his back, facing me.

I take off my shorts, leaving only my t-shirt, socks, and black boxers – which look as if they’re about to lose the fight.

[MF][MFM] (F38 now) College – First full MFM threesome (part 1 of 2)

In a previous posting, I told of the first time I agreed to be shared. It was in college, and was only a quick blowjob, but it started one of the more fun aspects of my sex life. This post talks about the second time. The events are pretty accurate. The minimal dialog is reconstructed as best I can do given that it’s been a good 17 or so years,

After that first event, Tim (my boyfriend at the time) and I would talk about it while we had sex. This excited both of us. His thrusting was more intense. My wetness was obviously increased. As I learned often happens, this turned into “what if…” fantasies about going farther. It did not take long before I eagerly agreed to go beyond oral with Tim’s roommate Mark. Tim and I worked out a few ground rules to avoid any awkward problems, then he asked Mark if he’d be interested. The answer was obvious, and we set it up for the next Friday night.

We met right here 8 years ago and a few months ago she (Hi A-from SD!) played with and sucked my cock for over 2 hours! [MF]

I’ll probably text her a link to this. But I know you enjoy this subreddit so it would be cool if you saw this and texted me. We haven’t crossed paths on Reddit since almost 8 years ago.

Eight years ago, I posted a story here about fucking my 63-year-old Vietnamese stylist and I was 34. It got quite popular having hit almost 2000 upvotes. A redditor, A from SD, liked it, and sent me a message saying so. We ended up being Reddit chat friends for a few months before realizing we lived only a few miles apart from each other. She was in her 20s, Persian, a virgin, and sexy AF. Very intelligent and great personality too!

We ended up becoming IRL friends and then one day we ended up fucking. I did not take her virginity btw. We only ended up fucking a couple times and then lost track of each other for several years. A few months ago she texted me while drunk a simple hello that ended up turning into both of us sexting.

My friend from night school and I relieve each other’s boredom and loneliness before class. Chapter 1 (M/F 25) (Masturbation) (Blowjob) (Slow build)

After college, I worked at my first real job for several years and they started a program that would pay for university courses, so I decided to enroll in a Master’s degree program at night. I was 25 years old and I lived in the city, but worked out in a far away suburb. Really, you might call it an exurb. The area was dotted with tech companies, but still had farm fields. So, the landscape was a huge highway, farmland on either side, and occasional, brand new, enormous office buildings. There were a few strip malls, but it was not like a typical American suburb with tons of strip malls. There were just a few scattered about with empty fields and forest between them.

[FM] My post said, Let me photograph you like one of my French girls

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(F20/M51)
On a recent trip to Paris I decided to try and fill some downtime with, well, fucking. I posted on Reddit and Tinder that I was a visiting photo professor seeking models for photographic explorations in my hotel room. I stated I was mostly interested in taboo, kinky situations.

I received a handful of messages and quickly started chatting with a younger uni student, Claire. She had a fantasy of Fucking a Professor and she was an arts student. She wanted to be spanked and fucked hard while blindfolded. She was shy about her bj skills, saying she wasn’t very good. So I had her practice on my cock while i gave her some pointers on [Deepthroat](https://imgur.com/a/7cTvN6n) and rimming.

I fucked her pretty much nonstop for 3 days and we photographed most of it. (It will all remain private minus a couple she approved for sharing). By the end she was very adept with my cock and asked me to cum in her ass on that last day. I had asked her what was the dirtiest thing she could think of she would consider doing. Her response after chatting about it, ass to mouth with an older man she barely knew.

Young Love [MF] [Firsts][Friends to Lovers][Cunninligus][Blowjob][Cum in Mouth][Consensual][Drenched the Sheets]

[I posted a longer story, and have had some feedback that it was too slow of a build. This is a simpler story, and hopefully gets to the action sooner for those that prefer it that way. Enjoy, and I’d VERY much like your feedback–I’m new to this, and welcome input of all sorts as DM’s or comments.

Thank you!]

She was not the first person I’d kissed, but she was definitely the first person I fingered. I *was* her first kiss, and within minutes I was the first to go down on her, and I was the (lucky! grateful!) first person to cum in her mouth. No time wasted, that day!

Here’s how it happened…

I’d known Carol since we were kids, as our families were friends. We were both teens–she’d just turned 18, in fact. I know now that she’d had a crush on me for years, but at the time I was starting to get past being shy and insecure. Although I’d never thought of her sexually when we were younger, the day she appeared as a new employee at the fast-food restaurant where I worked that had changed. She’d graduated from the awkward early-teen years, and graduated with honors: long red hair, pert little breasts (I liked them little then, and I like them little now!), and the toned, lithe, body that comes so easily to us at that age. I was built similar to her: thin, but minus the pert boobs and long red hair (mine was darker red, and short-ish), plus a few pounds of muscle. Ah, the benefits of being a teen.

I give blowjobs on the first date because men keep ruining my impression of them during the date [F] [F25]

I tend to end first dates with a goodbye blowjob. If you’re gonna walk me to my door, you deserve a blowjob. You paid for my ice cream, you deserve a blowjob. You pinned me to the wall and allowed me to grind on your knee while making out? Definitely let me suck you off.

I’ve found that as I’ve gotten older, my standards for hookups have gone up. If you make too many sexist remarks in a row, I’m revoking your complimentary blowjob. If you make autistic jokes, you’re paying for the entire meal. I’m sorry, unless you have a clinically significant score on the [RAADS-R](https://embrace-autism.com/raads-r/) (and like, I’m a 136 on it), you’re banned from making these jokes to me.

So that’s why I’ve been sucking guys off before our first date. You literally cannot ruin your first impression if you’re only allowed to talk after cumming down my throat. This isn’t really a thing I can do now that I’m living in student dorms and there are 4 locked doors between the front desk and my apartment’s front door, but when I lived by myself, I’d let him pick me up from my front door and I’d give him a blowjob before wearing my shoes. And then I’d try to clean up my blowjob-proof makeup, because you’re gonna ruin my lipstick anyway, but that’s not the point.

Post Break up affairs [m] [f]

A couple years back when I was in college, I hit a little bit of a fuck boy stage. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend, whom I’ve written about numerous times, and was being petty and taking advantage of being an athlete.

After a few one night stands, there was a girl, call her Liz, who was in a very similar stage in her life, she was on and off with a long distance boyfriend. We had a few mutual friends and connected at a house party. We hit it off that night with a fair amount of sexual tension but I didn’t want to be apart of cheating and she didn’t want to cheat either.

Two nights later, I get a text, “can I come over?” She sends. I reply that it’s probably not a good idea, it was 10pm on a Monday night, I was already in bed. “What if I blow you and we fuck?” Followed up with “don’t worry, he’s done, I need it”. Well shit, how do I say no now? She said she needs to stay over, though as she lives with her parents still but promised to make it worth my while.