Invited my guy friend who got bullied to a sleepover and gave him a BJ [FM]

Last month of HS, we (the girls) decided to do a sleepover because we haven’t had one in a while and exams are soon, we agreed that it’s only girls. Just one day after we agreed on that, i was with one of my friends (he’s more of the nerdy guy) at lunch break and long story short, he got bullied and i felt bad for him. I told him about our sleepover and invited him, i thought it may cheer him up. It took me so long to convince him to come since he wanted to study lol, but finally he agreed

I texted the girls that i invited him and they were ok with it. Two days later we all meet up at one of the girls and it was such an amazing night. We had pizza and drinks, watched movies …etc the girl’s parents weren’t there i won’t go into much detail but it was hella fun. Anyways, it was time for bed at like 4 am lol, i couldn’t sleep and went to the kitchen to grap something to drink. There i find him standing and it creeped me out a little, he said that he also couldn’t sleep. We chatted for a bit and he brought the topic of bullying and thanked me for what i did, right then, i got another idea. I tied up my hair and asked him if he’s ok with what i’m about to do, he said yes and i got on my kness

Post date teasing – 3rd story from our sex diary. [F 30/M33] [blowjob,sex, light anal play]

My fiance (M33) and I (F30) have started to share the fun little notes we make about our sex life and it is finally my turn to share. As he has noted in our previous posts, these aren’t going to be the most beautifully written tales or grammatically correct, but I think they are fun, sexy just after the moment recountings of real pleasure. Mine are also more fun because I write them to him but feel free to pretend I am writing it to YOU and to chat with us 😉😈.

I was wearing my romper that drives you crazy and it was the first time you could enjoy the way it clings to my ass and how thin the fabric is without friends or family noticing your stares or having to sneak a full handed squeeze. Throughout the night you kept hinting at how turned on you were and how bad you wanted me, so I kept teasing you, which only made me wetter and wetter throughout the night.

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Bi Twink MMF [MMF]

Over the years we have tried several of the lifestyle websites and discarded most because there were more pic collectors than anything else. One site has been fantastic, though, and we’ve made dozens of real connections on it over the years.

We were in another city for work, staying at a lovely hotel. One afternoon my husband received a message from a young man on the site with the intriguing username of SubTwink. His name was Tom, he was 23, and wrote a good introductory message, not the usual, “Hey, let’s fuck!”

My husband invited him to meet at our hotel after work and called to tell me to expect some company. When I asked what my outfit should be, my husband told me heels, a body chain, and a smile. Message received! My husband walked into the room, and slowly walked around me. I was dressed as directed, with a slight sheen on my skin from the coating of massage oil I had applied. I got a deep, lingering kiss as a sign of his approval.

That time I 32[F] left my apartment door unlocked so [M]strangers could walk in and fuck me

For a brief period of time in college I had a one bedroom apartment on the edge of the downtown scene that made it easy to get laid as much as I wanted. There are a few types of men that really get me off, one of them is strangers. So one Saturday night I didn’t have any plans and didn’t feel like taking a college guy home. I had had enough of frat guys looking for a quick bj then back to the party. Not that I don’t love giving bjs, but they never wanted to spend all that much time using me. So I’m at home playing with myself when I start browsing Craigslist M4W. Nothing is really jumping out at me and I had posted myself before with great success so I thought I’d live out one of my fantasies.

Daddy Issues

I was still in high school, when I met Alex and John in a community theater group. My school’s annual stage production had been canceled that year, when the drama teacher took a personal leave of absence and none of the other staff members wanted the vexing responsibility of directing a bunch of recently pubescent misfits on stage after class. Their solution was to recommend an all-ages theater troupe casting parts in a production of Brigadoon, in a neighboring town.

Despite having my driver’s license, my mom still drove me to doctor’s appointments and dance recitals, anywhere outside of my normal routine. I suffered from frequent panic attacks, even when I wasn’t behind the wheel of a 2000-pound automobile. The additional anxiety of being a new driver was often debilitating, and the brand-new convertible I had been given on my 16th birthday would sit stationary in the driveway for weeks on end.

[MF] The Koh Samui three [Part 3]

I forget the name of the stadium we went to but after the two flights scheduled that night, right on the doorstep were bar after bar of pool and hot women. As it happens the girls here would be happy to play pool with you as long as they never buy a drink. There’s no real obligation for anything else.

I met some girls who my friend knew. Minnie, who we had seen two nights in a row was so hot, it’s the sole reason I remember her name and none of the others. Dressed to kill every time you see her, she’d wipe the floor with you playing pool, look good doing it and never paid for a thing. In an area full of hot women, she stood out, there was a quiet power about her which deserved respect.

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I had fun that night, drinking cocktails, dancing with Minnie’s friends, whilst reminiscing about the trip so far with Ali. At the end of the night, we all made our way to the main street from a large club in a courtyard. It was a bit on the pretentious side, so we headed back to the bikes. As we circled around a path past more bars, one Tiki style bar was shutting for the night and that’s when I saw this woman.

I got naked in front of my MILF client PART 4 [MF]

Imagine my anticipation driving to work the next day. I knew *something* was going to happen. But wondering how and where was driving me insane. I stripped down as soon as I arrived and set about finishing the job while eagerly awaiting my first visit from Shannon. But she never showed. By about 10 I was starting to panic. What if Gary had seen our texts? That was so stupid and impulsive of me! Is he going to waddle out here and confront me? My head was racing, turning the 2ish hours of work I’d had left into 3 going on 4.

Finally as I was getting ready to take a lunch break, Shannon emerged from the house in a little sun dress. It was instantly clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I tried to play it off like I hadn’t been panicking about her absence for the last few hours and casually said “I was wondering when you might come out and see me today”. She didn’t react and just kept walking towards me. When she was a few feet away she said “I just dropped Gary off at a doctor appointment. His daughter is picking him up and then taking him to lunch. He won’t be back for a few hours.”

My Escort Years [F]

From 1992-2001 I occasionally worked as an escort. My husband and I were in the lifestyle (“swingers” to some), but the transition from purely recreational sex to becoming a sex worker taught me a lot of life lessons. I’m going to share a few memories and lessons learned.

First of all, why become an escort? The answer was simple – I could earn in an hour more than I took home in a week from my “regular” job. So, seeing a few clients in a week made a big difference in my income. I was “older” when I started escorting, already past my mid-20s in an industry that sees a lot of women 18-25. I had an all-natural, in shape body, and my looks were good, but I was never going to compete with the “10s” out there. If anything, I’m more the girl-next -door type. But I was incredibly successful due to two factors: Craigslist and TheEroticReview.

Craigslist was THE website in the 1990s for escorts to advertise. If I put an ad out there and showed I was available, I was guaranteed to have 8 or 10 inquiries in the first hour. But once I had been out there for a few weeks, customers started leaving reviews about me on TheEroticReview, and my email blew up! Like they say, a happy customer is the best advertising.

[F] When I give a blowjob, I challenge myself by timing men [M] to see how long they last. The average time is around 3 minutes

It’s a kink of mine. It makes me feel good, knowing they have no choice but to desperately attempt to hold on. Every guy has a weakness, whether it’s having his balls fondled, perhaps showing my ass in the mirror or swirling my tongue around his head as I maintain a firm grip.

When I find their weakness, involuntarily expressed via their body language, I know to continue. Don’t change a thing. Wink at them, let them know it’s a matter of time.

Oh, and talking of time. I start timing from the moment my lips seal around their throbbing head. It’s a game. They ALWAYS think they can last double the time they say.

I’ve made every guy cum that I’ve got down on my knees for. The average time I’d say is just under 3 minutes. Guys do very well to last more than 4-5. Some even last just under 2. You’re elite if you can last 8-10.

Sucking cock is both arousing, a challenge AND a game. Just depends who you play it with..

Simba Cannot Forget – Chapter 2 [M19/F18] [Male Reluctant Sex] [Orgasmic Memory Wipe] [Casual Sex With Love Interest]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/106fy3l/simba_cannot_forgot_chapter_1_m19f18_male/)

“What do you mean I am not supposed to remember? It happened just yesterday!”

I said confused.

Hayase looked at me with resentment and irritation, as if I had done something horrible to her. Then crooked her head, as if she had an idea.

“Maybe it was too brief… You did come very quickly, the other guys lasted for at least five minutes, you came in like seconds…

“It was not that short! It was at least two minutes.” I said, offended.

“Maybe one minute, tops”, She said with a mischievous smile. She clearly enjoyed needling me over it.

“Besides, why should how long it lasted matter if I remember it?”

At first she didn’t respond, she just looked up into the ceiling, as if deep in thought, then she walked over a desk and sat on it with one leg dangling and the other on the table, with her chin resting on her knee, her eyes staring into empty space.

“I know this will sound crazy, but every man I have ever done anything sexual with has forgotten about what we did the next day. Like literally every man. No exception. well, except you.”