Sex, Drugs, and an Unplanned Threesome (true story)

(this story was taken from my Fetlife profile @ https://fetlife.com/users/5801051)

A few years ago I was dating a very lovely young lady, for the sake of this story we will call her Carolyn. Carolyn was my ex-girlfriend’s best friend, and we had been good friends throughout my relationship with my ex, but when that relationship ended Carolyn swooped in and claimed me for her own. I wasn’t complaining, Carolyn was 5’2″, 95lbs with 28H breasts and the tightest, tiniest pussy I’ve ever experienced. She was a goddess, and little did I know she was a freak too.

Once during my relationship with my ex, she told me about a time her and Carolyn got drunk together in the hot tub and Carolyn started asking weird questions like “don’t you think girl’s bodies are so sexy?” and “have you ever considered being with a girl?”. After some more of these questions, my ex was getting a little nervous and then suddenly she felt a hand on her inner thigh. She didn’t know what to do, so she started talking about something trivial. As she talked, the hand moved up her thigh and under her swimsuit and began rubbing her clit. My ex freaked out, got up, and left, and her and Carolyn never spoke of it again.

A night to last a lifetime [m/f] (light dom, tickling, bj)

Where to begin? This is a confession of the second most amazing night with a woman that I’ve ever had. And she was not my wife.

A little background. I am happily married to the love of my life. When we met, just out of college, we were full of lust as well as love, and went at it all the time, including some light dom/sub play. After a few years we began raising a family.

And then her depression happened. It was bad. Really bad. Crazy stuff. Suicide watch stuff. Hospitalization stuff. I stuck with her the whole time, incredibly straining as it was for our relationship and well-being. And we made it. After much trial and error with multiple pharmacologists and therapists, we found the combination of drugs that would keep her healthy and happy and sane. And… would also obliterate her sex drive.

Mind you, I’d rather have a sane, happy wife than a sex-crazed, bipolar one, so yeah, she’ll be on those drugs forever. And yet. I have needs. After all, the most amazing single night I ever had was a hormone-steeped dozen-orgasm sleepless night in a dorm room with an insatiable long-distance girlfriend. Those days were long gone, but regular ‘maintenance’ is still required, and though my wife felt bad about losing her libido, rarely was she motivated to help out. For me, that left only nights fapping to porn as the remaining alternative, right? Right?

MFm – Exhibitionistic mutual masturbation at the nude beach

(Originally written in two parts)

Part I

(A mostly-true story, one or two things changed to make it read better. I’m bi, this was a straight encounter. Part 1)

It was a hot June afternoon. I was walking along the nude beach to meet Them, so nervous I wasn’t sure I would be able to get my cock hard. We met online, both of us cruising the want ads for sexy nude beach friends. We only spoke a little, and unsure what to expect my nerves were running away. I was electrified with anxiety and anticipation when I read his text a few minutes before –“hurry up, Tess is already naked lol”. My balls pulled up tightly despite the warm breeze caressing them as I left hurried footprints in the damp sand along the shore, passing one moaning couple in an intimate embrace and then another laying face-down in the sand. I wondered if they were Them, but looking at her lusciously large ass I knew it didn’t match the picture They had sent me. I kept walking until a voice called out my name.

Sexy Shaz and balcony sex.

Alrighty, so lets talk about Shaz.

I’ve been seeing Shaz for a few months now, and I suspect her deviant nature is only just beginning to surface, even though I’ve had an inkling since our first night of hanging out together during which she confessed that she wanted to go down on another girl while I watched. She just threw it out there as a non-sequitur in a conversation that started about the Minions movie; and watched as I spluttered over my drink. I collected myself and grinned, “If it comes to that, I’ll happily watch.” She scowled, ‘fuck that, you’ll be getting involved as well.’

Nothing’s happened yet on that front, but watch this space, I’ll let you guys know how that turns out.

Shaz is a mid 30’s divorcee, and we met at a music festival through mutual friends. Nothing happened there, although we had a definite connection, albeit one fuelled by drink and drugs. We arranged to meet up a few weeks after the festival and Shaz procured a few more pills for us. We went back to hers and got naked and horizontal whilst in the throes of chemically-induced, loved-up passion.

Hot sun, warm cum, and cool sand – [MFm] [mast] [exh] [str8]

(A mostly-true story, one or two things changed to make it read better. I’m bi, this was a straight encounter. Part 1)

It was a hot June afternoon. I was walking along the nude beach to meet Them, so nervous I wasn’t sure I would be able to get my cock hard. We met online, both of us cruising the want ads for sexy nude beach friends. We only spoke a little, and unsure what to expect my nerves were running away. I was electrified with anxiety and anticipation when I read his text a few minutes before –“hurry up, Tess is already naked lol”. My balls pulled up tightly despite the warm breeze caressing them as I left hurried footprints in the damp sand along the shore, passing one moaning couple in an intimate embrace and then another laying face-down in the sand. I wondered if they were Them, but looking at her lusciously large ass I knew it didn’t match the picture They had sent me. I kept walking until a voice called out my name.

They looked, well, normal. He was in his early 30’s, wearing only short running shorts and speaking in a slight Australian accent. She was American or Canadian, 27 or 28, and layed out fully nude before me, on her stomach.

New Years Cheating Creampie Quickie [29M/31F]

It was New Years Eve 2015, my friends invited me to a house party, I had not been to one since my college days. They told me everyone was going to be doing Ecstasy, which I thought was interesting. I normally don’t do drugs these days but this was a special occasion and I figured why not.

A little background on me, recently I’ve come to understand that I’m a fairly handsome guy and women give me opportunities that I was previously oblivious to. Also, I’ve recently started to make a pretty good income, which has made me aware of my “position” in the dating game. But I digress.

My drug addled experience with a sexy MILF

Context: this happened almost two years ago, when I had just turned eighteen. My friend’s mother (let’s call her Melissa) had been dropping some not so subtle hints that she wanted to fuck me since the first day she learned I was of age. My friend John was already doing her roommate, Anna, on a daily basis. He was my age, she was about almost thirty. At one point, he began staying over at Melissa’s house for well over a week straight while her husband was out of town, dropping acid, snorting xanax, smoking weed, and drinking alcohol everyday while screwing Anna’s incredible petite body. After a few days, Melissa was becoming obviously frisky without any action of her own. Enter me.

John invited me over, and just coming off my heavy drug use days, I decided to have one last hoorah. As soon as I walked in the door, I was offered a joint and a shot. I gleefully accepted and soon after snorted my very own xanax bar. After that, I was easy game for Melissa. She began tugging on my arm and whispering in my ear while we sat around the table passing a joint and bottle. Before long, John and Anna decided to head to her son’s room to have a little alone time. Melissa had stepped up her game at this point, and after I finished the joint, she pulled me over to an air mattress in the living room. We laid down beside each other and talked for a bit, she complimented me on my pillow talk, and I kissed her.

29 [M4f] Sacramento, CA – Sadistic Dom looking for a lovely sub. Worth a look. Pics inside.

Me: 29, white, 6'1", athletic body. College educated and physically active. House, car, dog, career. Mentally and physically healthy. Zero drugs. No smoking. Minimal alcohol. In my spare time I like to climb, paintball, shoot guns, walk my puppy, swim, baseball games, hike, camp, road trips, play vidya and ride roller coasters. Outside the bedroom I am very easy going and calm. I don't do jealousy or possessiveness. My Dom side and public side are very different beings.

Dom side: Very kinky, sadistic and controlling in the bedroom. Slapping, biting, spanking, flogging, choking, spitting, punching, bruising, forced/rough oral, rules and restrictions, instructions, humiliation and degradation. I am very demanding, but very fair. Everything I do as a Dom leads back to my care for my sub (as it should be) and considering what my actions will do to her. I have overwhelmingly positive feedback about my abilities as a Dom to care for my sub.

You: 18-30. Height/weight proportionate. Physically and mentally healthy. Submissive or switch. Masochistic preferred. Interested and open minded to trying just about anything. Communication is a must. Educated and intelligent. Squared away and mature. No drugs, minimal drinking/smoking. Responsible with a car, place, job (or school).

[M26]et and old [F21]riend at the pub

A few years ago I (m26) had recently split from a long term gf, we had moved into a flat together and as a result of the split she had moved back to her folks and I was on my own. I had a few weekends out with mates to get over that and had people back to my flat for the ubiquitous recently single parties where I had rediscovered the joys of no strings sex, drink and drugs. I was just about over this and wanting to return to normal and thought I would spend an weekend back at the parents in a nearby town just to catch up and reground myself.

I drove to my old local, I had worked there though uni from 19 to 22 and knew all the regulars and older staff pretty well then and lo and behold, nothing had changed too much, some of the older guys had moved on but mostly same old faces same old stools. I bought a few drinks, they were happy I remembered their orders and good time was had by all. Just as I was heading home I noticed a girl I used to work with, she was a bit of a clichéd “little sister” to me when I worked as she was just 16 and a waitress in the restaurant, I had to defender her honour a few times with the drunks and kicked a few regulars out for the night for getting a bit inappropriate. I used to drive her home after her our shift and made sure she got home safe.