Met someone and we had sex that night. Colossal orgasm.

Full blog post with a little more formatting/media: https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2016/04/07/iron-man/

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On Sunday I walked to Little Tokyo for the first time. I just sat down with a Vietnamese coffee, a bacon donut, and a boatload of patience. I like getting over a hangover with people-watching.

A bunch of cuties walked by but nothing that appealed to me enough to get me out of my seat. Then Monica walked by.

She’s taller than me. Super slim. Short hair. Extremely stylish. She walks like she’s on a runway.

I gather my things, kill my coffee and run around the corner. She’s still there. I hustle up. Dudes sitting at tables outside are all checking her out as she drifts along the sidewalk. I love knowing that people are watching. I used to see guys walk up to girls and my heart would race from the anxiety and intense curiosity – knowing what was going down but not knowing how. Dying from curiosity and envy. It feels good to be on the other end.

I ask her, “Hey, you from around here?”

New Glimpse of a New Short Story I’m Writing: No Title Yet

Alison has an extra little pep in her voice when she speaks into the microphone, “Mr. Murray here to see you, Dr. Clark,” she finishes on a high note. She must find him attractive. She always finishes on a high note when she’s attracted to someone.

“Let him come in,” I say back to her. A moment or two later, the door opens and in walks my first patient of the day. His shoulders are slouched low, he’s overdressed for a typical session, but his dark black hair and two day old scruff gives him a down to earth type of feel. He’s handsome and fit, a jaw bone that must have been carved from granite and a dimple the size of a thumb print in the middle of his chin.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Clark,” I greet him standing up and walking towards him with my arm outstretched. He shakes my hand firmly. Calluses rough as sandpaper grace my well moisturized palms and fingers.

“Dennis. Nice to meet you,” his voice is low and clear. He seems like a perfect gentleman. Nothing not to like and nothing on the surface that I would identify right away as a physical detriment to a sex life. Nothing at all.

Straight sex stupor. [MM] [M/uglyF/M]

I thought I was straight until I met Doug. The first time I looked him in the eye it seemed he was high on some wild drugs because his eyes looked so crazy blue, and as his gaze pierced through me I felt my cock start to twitch. He kinda had eyes like a pure-bred husky dog. Soon I realized he wasn’t high on anything; Doug was just very confident and relaxed, always in control, and crazy good looking. He was a pure-bred Bohemian from a Czech family that farmed close to a neighboring town. I was at a beer keg party when I first met him, and I was excited to find out he was fast becoming a friend of one of my regular party buddies, Richard.

Cabin in the Woods Ch. 02 [mfff]

Zack awoke to a warm, wet mouth clamped around his cock the next morning. He groaned, feeling the tongue of the mystery girl swirl around his cockhead.

“Chloe?” Zack guessed, his forehead throbbing with a hangover from the sex filled night before.

“Nope, Samantha.” He opened his eyes to see the head of a bespectacled brunette spinning around him.

“Oh.” Zack closed his eyes and recollapsed on the bed, the events of the past twelve hours swirling around in his head. He’d driven to the cabin with his best friend Ashley, his cock-hardening crush Chloe, and Samantha, the nerdy brunette currently bobbing her head on his dick. He’d seen Chloe naked, fingering herself to the thought of him. Heck, he had seen all three of them in the nude, and stuck his cock in them one hole or another at the card game turned orgy the previous night. The last thing he remembered was crawling into bed with Ashley in his arms, her soft auburn hair splayed around his cheeks as she whispered into his ear.

My most recent time fucking a crossdresser [M28, T19]

I’ve always had a voracious sexual appetite that has led me into the rabbit hole on more than a few occasions. For my first story, I’m going to retell my most recent night with a crossdresser. This happened in February 2016 and is as accurate as my memory will allow.

I’m 29, tall, a fraction overweight, but I would imagine reasonably attractive. I am single, live alone and have no dependants. I did well at school and at university, and have found success in the financial sector. I am not objectively rich, but do make a six figure salary and have the toys to go with it. I only mention that as for the purpose of some other stories, I have managed to use it to my advantage to sleep with women very much out of my league. Sexually I am very much of a hedonist, but in my day to day life I am boringly ordinary. I do not drink, do drugs or smoke. My cock is just a hair over 7 1/2 inches, although it’s not particularly thick. It’s perfectly straight, something that has been commented on by lovers a few times.

Young Lust – [MF]

We finally got here. She grabbed my hand and led me to her house. She fumbled for her keys, then finally found the right one and opened the door. She jerked my arm in her direction and once I got inside she slammed the door shut. All I can hear is my heart pounding away inside my chest and the heavy breathing. She pushed me up against the wall and finally had her way with me. With no hesitation, she ripped my shirt off and began kissing my ear and teasing me. I was slowly melting, moaning while she kissed down my chest inching towards it, then, quickly, she licked her way up my chest. I knew what she was getting at, I delivered. I teased her to get back at her; I ran my hands up and down her sides while I kissed and bit her neck, I grabbed her by her arms, picked her up and wrapped her legs around my hips and arms around my neck. I tasted her tongue in my mouth. I threw her on her back on top of her bed and jumped on top. Fuck. This is great, every time she claws my back, every time she bites my neck and every time she makes me want to be inside her more and more, this is definitely worth getting off the drugs, especially for her. I put a hand between the buttons of her shirt and without a beat, I ripped her shirt off her back. I couldn’t fathom how much I loved her and every inch of her body. Her hand in my hair, our skins against each other, the way her mouth and skin tasted, the heat of the moment, even the aggressiveness. I rubbed my hands down her back, slowly, finger by finger, down to her thighs. I slowly rubbed her thighs, I could tell how much she wanted it from how rough she made out with me. I put by hand on her and grabbed her ass. Her breathing quickened even faster giving off the cutest moan I’ve ever heard. She got even more aggressive with me and got rougher with how she grabbed me. She ripped me off her, threw me to the ground and ran her finger down my chest and slowly kissed me from my neck down to my chest, slowly down my abs. She then stopped, grabbed eye contact and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I couldn’t think straight. I kept breathing faster and harder. She yanked my pants off, ran her finger over my member and kissed it through my boxers. I was finally putty in her hands. She pulled it out, took a minute to admire it and kissed the head. Slowly took it in her mouth, slower and slower to tease me. I clawed at the ground, moaning louder and louder. This was better than all the heroin and pills I’ve done. I grabbed the back of her hair and forced her head down harder and deep. I could feel it all. Her tongue wrapping around me. Every lick from the base to the tip. The warmth of her mouth. It all drove me to a rush I’ve never reached. I pushed her off, undid her pants and yanked them off. I ran my finger down her panties. It wasn’t hard to see how well the foreplay effected her through her panties. Then, in one instant, I’ve never had my heart pound so hard. She looked me dead in the eyes and softly said,
“Fuck me. Now,”
“Beg,” I commanded.
“Oh, please, Honey. Treat me like a slut. Your slut,” She begged.
I was satisfied. I kissed her through her panties and she let a tiny moan slip. I slid them off and climbed deeper into the fun. I lightly kissed her inner thigh leaning closer in. Once I got there, I took a glance at her, she was in somewhat of a trance, I wanted to take it further. I took one long lick, there wasn’t a distinct taste, but it was sweet, I wanted more. She slowly let out a gasp, then a moan and then grabbed my head with a tight grip on my hair. I rubbed her tits as I licked her and played with her. A kiss here and there. I slowly slid one finger inside her and moved back and forth slowly and before I could tease her clit, she was fed up. She put me on my back, hand on my chest and got on top.
“It’s my turn now,” She commanded.
She let her hips slide down onto place and mounted herself. She was taking her time with every thrust. Allowed herself to engulf herself into the lust. She moved quicker. Every moan made me want more, every thrust pushed me further to snapping closer to the temptation of the animal I was. Before I knew it, just like that, I didn’t just snap, I was devoured by madness and became the sex hungry monster I am. I lifted her off of myself, ass in hand, legs wrapped around my waist and mounted herself onto me. I moved in and out, started off slow. Pushed her up against a wall then fucked her harder and faster, moved deeper in and further out. I’m sure I broke the wall, but who cares. Once we were up against the wall, pounding was an understatement of what I was doing. She was screaming for more and alternating between clawing my back up and balling my hair up in her hand. This was fun, but we wanted more. I threw here on the bed and grabbed the handcuffs from the dresser by her bed. She kept her ass up begging for more, I pulled her arms back together and cuffed them. I jerked her hair back and fucked her against the bed. I slowed down, I knew if I went further, I’d cum on the other hand though, she loved it, the change in speed really toyed with her. I noticed the mirror behind us, I moved her to make her watch me fuck her. I finally put her on her back and got on top, I wanted to taste her some more, I was ready to finish. I grabbed her hair, encased myself on top of her and we moaned in each other’s ears. I finally succumbed to my lust and came inside her. It was so warm and relaxing inside her, I didn’t want to move or leave. I could tell by the look on her face she loved the feeling even more than I did. Her eyes almost looked as if they rolled back, I undid the cuff and hid into her chest. She played with my hair, I’m not sure why, but I absolutely loved that and never wanted to leave.
“Darling, don’t ever leave me,” she whispered.
As I held her closer, I responded, “I would never.”.
We laid there, enjoying each other. We held each other close to one another and played with each others hair and hands as we drifted off.

[m/f] First time wife taste me!

Been a while since my last post, just last monday was a pretty awesome day for me, and I’d like to share with you.

Just for a little back story, when we first started dating, my wife (then girlfriend) had zero experience when it come to handle a dick, even less giving head. Over time, she managed to get behind her insecurities about the idea of putting a dick in her mouth, and now she enjoys it, not to the level I’d prefer, that she does it every time we had sex, but, when she does it, I do enjoy it.

Just this past weekend, my wife had an accident where she felt down the stairs and hit her lower spine bones pretty hard, having issues to sit, stand up and lay down on her back on the bed. So, this was a no no for any fun we might had planned. As a result, she was prescript strong pain relief drugs, so she could manage to move freely and painless.

Last monday, she was feeling pretty good. I stood to work from home to take care of her, meaning that, from time to time, I took a brake and spent some time with her on the bed.

Just This Once [FM] [bd] [oral] [orgasm denial] [turned tables] [drugs]

“You do realize that once you let me out of these ropes that it’s all over for you, right?”

“I’m well aware.” Alex pulled her knees to her bare chest and admired her prize. Normally it was her that would be naked and bound by the silky ropes, limbs pulled to the corners of the bed; at the mercy of her love and his sadistic whims. And on any other day she’d gladly switch places with him. But not today. Today was the day she summoned up the courage to try and pull this off. It wasn’t easy either. Weeks of watching, learning and planning had gone into this.

It would be worth whatever punishment that would come after this was over. It had to be. Because after this chance she knew she wouldn’t get another. He would remember and he’d make damn sure she didn’t get any notions like this in her head again.

“If you say it I’ll let you out.” Even though she had been unbelievably sneaky and just a bit underhanded to get him in the position he was she wouldn’t hesitate to untie him if he said so.

[F]estival adventure

So, to preface, this is something I had dreamed about for a lonnnng long time. I’ve been a long time festival goer, but always in a relationship, and in the beginning of going to them I was just very tame. Festivals have always been so amazing to me because they never seem like real life. The drugs, the lights, the music, and the fucking beauty everywhere. Amazingly hot girls, wearing costumes out of a fantasy, or else nothing at all. Guys in the best shape of their lives. And everyone dancing, swaying, talking, just so open and out of their normal boundaries. And constant, overwhelming sexual tension.

Which leads to the fantasy. I wanted to be one of *those* festival girls. The one who just screams desire. Last summer, I finally got myself a costume. Something like [this](https://cdn-img-0.wanelo.com/p/8c5/7e9/c67/ca8e45e220144c10e5e64f2/x354-q80.jpg). I had also been working out a lot, and looked pretty damn good.

The first night, I was still a little shy. I stayed close with my girlfriends, we danced, and had an amazing time, but eventually I ended up back at my tent at the end of the night. Alone. I was so frustrated, I ended up masturbating that night. My pussy was aching for me to got through with it. I forced myself to promise that I would finally have it happen.

The Practice (Hannah 1) [Str8, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml, reluc, sm] (x-posted to /r/sexystories)

Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!

“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.

She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.

“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.”