We [Group] trashed a Vegas hotel room.

Back in my hardcore party days, me, my best friend (Sophia) and our boyfriends (Mike and Rich) took a weekend trip out to Vegas to celebrate Sophia’s birthday. The trip consisted of pool parties, clubbing, and a normal amount of drugs and alcohol.

It’s day two and we’re in the hotel elevator heading back to the room. We just left the pool where we fried our brains out on molly. The atmosphere was getting a bit too hectic for Sophia and I so we offered our boyfriends some fun if they’d take us back to the room. It took every ounce of self-constraint not to jump my boy right there in the elevator, surrounded by old, midwestern tourists.

We head back into our suite, where the AC is blasting. The sensation of the cold air blasting against my bikini’d body instantly wakes me up and im back in party mode. I guess the molly hasn’t worn off as much as I thought. I glance at Sophia and I can tell she feels the same.

How I met my future wife [MF]

(LONG)

Recently, I asked my dream girl to marry me. She said yes.

I wanted to dedicate a story to her because she’s is one of the most impactful persons in my life.

As I was in college, and I didn’t meet the criteria to get a place in college dorms, I had to rent an apartment. I lived with 2 roommates. As we got our bachelor’s degrees they didn’t proceed to get a master’s as I did. So I found myself in an apartment with an empty living room and an empty bedroom while my rent remained the same. I realized that I had to find at least one new roommate to split the expenses, so I posted an ad on Facebook.

Soon, a girl called me and asked when she could see the apartment. We appointed the meeting the next day.

I told her the address and waited in front of the building to meet her.

After a few minutes, I saw her calling me. I answered and while talking with her I saw a girl across the street holding a phone. I realized that it was probably her and waved so she could see me.

My friends wife (F) and Me [M]

Hello every one . I hope everyones living alright. Ill make it short and sexy. So me (m) 28, my friend ( m) and his wife (24) share a townhouse in australia. Orginally were from nepal. You know coming to abroad making something out of our miserable life as it was back home. So heres a little background about ourself. Me and my friend (lucky) we used to go school together, were from same town , went to same college , pretty much we did everything together along with our other friend. While college I apply for Australia and got visa in 2013 and my friend and his mife applied in 2017 and they gets their as well. So they were coming to same city I was. So me and my friend figured out would be better if we live together. First I was little hesitant because of the lifestyle Ive adopted here. Which means lots of booze ,drugs, gambling and Girls. (Please don’t judge me ? ) but then I realise maybe living with a couple morever my friend would help me little to calm down a bit. So I get a apartment and we all moved together.

Showers Are Better Together [FF] [Strangers] [Public] [Circle Jerk] [Long]

Cross Country was a cruel, difficult sport. I have no idea why my parents made me do it, something about getting off my ass and doing something with my life, other than just “waste it away”

Well, who cares if I waste my life away? At least I’m not out doing drugs or having sex with strangers.

Yet…

You see, there was one plus side to cross country: I got to see Piper naked every time. Piper is the epitome of hot. Perfect body, perfect face. Perfect hair. It was long, blond hair with loose curls (my weakness in girls). She was tall, thick, and fine as hell. I’m talking thigh gap, legs for days, all of it. I wanted her

There was a problem, though. I don’t think she knew who I was. Which, you know, if you wanna fuck someone, you want to get to know them first. Or at least talk to them once.

Here I was, running a few feet away from her, imagining all of the dirty things I wanted to do to her. It was early morning in March, it was cold, and I hated it. But watching Piper’s ass bounce every Saturday morning was what made it bearable.

Amy – Part 2 (Mf)

Amy chapter 2 – Europe

My first few days in the UK were quite mundane. My company had made some terrible recruitment choices but I managed get my head around the problem, make recommendations and delegate tasks by the Thursday. After working a few 16 hour days, I felt confident enough to leave the office at about 1pm and head back to the hotel to sleep. I figured the company owed me a few hours.

I got back to the hotel, put the do not disturb sign on the door and crashed. The clock radio was displaying 3:33 when my UK phone rang.

I awoke slightly disoriented and quite groggy. Even so I automatically reached out to answer it. My mind cleared somewhat as I brought it back to my face. I was expecting some menial issue at work. What I heard was anything but workaday.

“Hello”

“Uncle Stephen is that you?” It was Amy. I had almost put her out of my mind. Sure whenever I closed my eyes I saw her, but I had almost convinced myself that the whole incident was a luscious dream, a flight of fancy of an overly horny mind. Her very real voice at the end of a phone broke that fantasy. Moreover she sounded distressed.

Our Sexual Past – The First Group Session

Disclaimer: All names of people have been changed to protect and respect the identity of those involved. Also, location will be vague, but generally correct. Oh and yes, this is all completely true… as best we can remember it. Yes, those are really pictures of us being naughty on our profile. Soooo, with that out of the way…

This is the story of the first time we had sex together with anyone else besides ourselves and we went big. I shit you not, you’d call us a liar but we went from showing titties and kissing girls at parties to a legit Las Vegas orgy. Read on to find out more!

Since this is our first post, it’s necessary for us to give y’all a little background on our relationship.

Kinky and I met because I was into her roommate Jessica (don’t worry this is all important, the roommate was involved actually). I know it’s a funny way to start such a fruitful relationship, but it’s true. I was 21 and fresh out of a broken marriage. I say marriage, but it was hardly that, I married my high school sweetheart because she wanted loans for college. Well, I think that is why she married me because she left me for one of my best friends after only three months of marriage. Doesn’t matter, she’s long gone, but this is for context people!

Kidnapped and held as a sex slave, based on a childhood fantasy I played too many times in my head. Dm me if u wanna hear me read this out loud.

It all started the day he laid eyes on me. It must have been love at first sight. After that he decided he had to have me. Not in the normal way. He had to possess me fully. He somehow found out where I live and started following me around, either with men he hired or he would stalk me himself if he had the time. When the house was empty one weekend, he broke in and installed hidden cameras throughout the house. This must have gone on for months; how else did he know I would be home alone that one fateful night. 

When he broke in, he had one of his men immediately grab me and handcuff me. I was so caught off guard I hardly had time to fight back. They took me upstairs to my bedroom so he could be alone with me first. The man holding me handcuffed me to my white twin bed frame, while another man injected me with something in my neck. Then they left us alone. This is where things began to get fuzzy. I was so scared and confused. I don’t know what I was injected with but it was some sort of sedative. He just sat there staring at me, almost like he was waiting for the sedative to take effect. Then he took off his ski mask, and it took me a minute to recognize who he was. Was that……Ashton Kutcher? I became frozen. Why would Ashton Kutcher be breaking into my house? Finally after what seemed like forever, he spoke. 

Step Sister Corruption Part 77 – Day 36 Volley (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

I feel a little weird sitting in the bleachers watching girl’s play volleyball but I’m here to support Kel.

I was checking my phone hoping Dr. Braxter would email me back on my rough draft for my first project using those supplements making sure that I hit all the highlights that Dr. Braxter wanted me to hit in my outline. Though I was submitting it a week early I still wanted to get a head start to make sure I was doing it correctly.

I glanced around to notice that the bleachers weren’t as packed as I expected it to be.

True there was some parent’s here to support their kids and some other people obviously sorting their team or girlfriend who was playing. I still felt weird sitting watching girl’s in super tight outfits play a game I had no interest in following.

Kind of made me feel like a perv sitting here.

And what was there to not perv on girl’s in tight class uniforms that looked like it was painted on.

House Party – Orgy [MF]

After our beach day and hilltop hook up, Mary invited me over two days later. I arrived at the place in the rich area of the hills. It was a mansion. Like A MANSION. I checked the address again and this was the right place. Had I scored and was dating a rich kid? As I stepped out of my car, party music filled the air, and I could feel the vibrations from the subwoofers in the backyard in my feet as I walked to the front door.

I thought it was just going to be the two of us, but I guess she was having a party. I knocked. As the door cracked open, I saw a petite bare left foot. The cute toenails painted soft pink. I followed the bare leg upward as the door swung open and my eyes reached soft pink bikini bottoms. My eyes kept making their way up to, bare breasts! It was one of Mary’s boring blonde friends from the beach. She looked a little like a young Courtney Love. And she was just as high. On many different substances from what I could tell.

Poetry & Blood Part 9 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 9: Appetizing**

**Laura**

A week. Apparently, Laura’s exile from the Muse Sessions was going to last at least a week, maybe longer. Camille hadn’t talked to her since she sent her away. If she had anything to say to Laura, it was through Angelica these days. Messages like:

“Miss Kontalban wants you to know that she still expects your work done promptly without excuse.”

Or “Miss Kontalban wants you to know that she will not need your services at the Muse Sessions until further notice. You are to spend the time instead here, working on her manuscript.”

Or worse, “Miss Kontalban has noticed a lack of energy in your work lately. That should be remedied effective immediately.” Then Angelica would smile condescendingly. “She wonders if you are worth remaining in her employ.” Before she left, she’d turn around and throw out a casual, “though that last part was from me, she wouldn’t let you know she was thinking of firing you until you were fired. Consider it a courtesy.”

It wasn’t much of a courtesy.