Loud music blasts throughout the club and lights flash in the otherwise dimly lit building. Irina dances amongst the crowd of people, she had gone out alone, she just needed to get some fun in her life and relax after a long week. However, her time was disrupted of it by the near countless amounts of men that had approached her all of whom she shot down. She had the attention of many of the men, she stood at 5’9 quite a bit taller than that in her heels so she stood out amongst the other women. She has shoulder-length jet-black hair, dazzling blue eyes that glisten with the lights of the club, an amazing physique well defined muscles, a tight body, and a large eye-catching ass, all perfectly shown off in her short black tight dress. As she tires of shooting men down and she walks over to the bar and orders herself a drink.
Tag: Drugs
Bad boys, motorcycles, and otherworldly sex [FM]
I have a friend who drives a motorcycle, and we’ve slept together once before. We’ll call him Daryl. So on Friday I texted him, “Can I RSVP you for some time on Monday? I wanna ride with you and then I wanna ride you”
-yesterday Daryl and I rode around town on his bike, then we shared a pizza at a local pizza place and had a couple beers
-At some point I teased him about not lasting very long during sex, and he said “you’re the only one I have that problem with. Last night I fucked a woman for 2 hours. You just really turn me on”
-then we went to another restaurant and I had a margarita while he had a burger & beer
-he mentioned wanting to go to a store to buy some legal drugs. I proceeded to tease him AGAIN and say “do you think those will make you last longer?”
-he was like “Is that all you took away from that?”
-I said “no of course not! I remember how sweet you were, and how special you made me feel, holding me close, and I remember the wonderful noises you made..”
[MF] I (M19) got too drunk on spring break and mixed up which twin sister (F19) I was with
This is a pretty long story with a lot of background. If you wanna skip to the good part, look for the —– although I think all of it could be the good part.
My freshmen year of college, me and three buddies made the pilgrimage to Panama City Beach for a week of debauchery. The beachside hotel we stayed at was in the middle of a long string of hotels where college kids would party together, sharing drinks and drugs, and trying to fuck anything that moved. We were no different, stocking our hotel room with weed we had brought and cheap drinks we got from the liquor store that never blinked at our ridiculous fake IDs.
The first day, we drank and smoked in the sun all day, enjoying the salty gulf air, laughing at our friends stuck back in the Midwest cold. We had made plans to meet up with some new friends that night at a bar about a mile away and by the time we stumbled into the Uber, we were absolutely toast. When we stepped out of the Uber, we were welcomed with an open-air tiki bar with live music and a big dance floor near the ocean. I love to dance (not very good at it), so I immediately ordered us some tequila shots and beers and raced (wobbled) to the dance floor. Before long, there was a group of girls near us and they wordlessly paired up with us.
Love Pill: Generations CH.02
[Ch.01](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/zuynke/love_pill_generations_ch01/)
**Chapter 2**
“Dylan.”
“Mom.” I rasped, sliding my hand along her body, curving down to her ass where I squeezed so fucking hard.
“AH!” my mother moaned, her lips on mine, her tongue offering light, expert strokes.
What the fuck. Everything happened so fast.
One moment, my beautiful mother was leading me by hand into the Master’s bedroom, and the next, I was tasting her lips. Her fucking lips.
*Vanilla.* I once overheard my father saying she tasted like the most divine vanilla. And he was right.
My mother tasted sweet, but not overly so. Like a dessert. The best fucking dessert in the world.
Suddenly, we were on her bed. I didn’t even remember when we tumbled onto her pink mattress, but she was getting onto all fours, and I didn’t want to waste a second.
I scrambled behind her, almost tearing her pink mini skirt apart as I rolled it up her long, slender legs.
“Dylan—” My mother turned to look at me. Her usually perfect Hollywood waves were a complete mess, covering her face, but I could spot piercing blue eyes peeking through pink waves. “Sweetheart.”
Backseat rendezvous
First time posting, long time lurker
[F] Fucked 7 different men on 31st night to bring in 2023. AMA here.
This was after many many years that I had the even opportunity to celebrate New Year’s eve the way we used to during college or even a bit after it. Full of alcohol, drugs, dancing and making out and sex. This year my husband had made a plan with his friends for a guy’s trip to the mountains. I got invited to a few house parties but they wouldn’t have solved the purpose. The purpose was to let my hair lose in a club or packed up bar. I got invited by a fuck buddy (had fucked him only a couple of times) to his own bar (wouldn’t reveal the location). The idea was to drink and do some C in his office with a couple of his friends and basically see how the night goes. This is how it went:
Guy 1,2 and 3 – My friend and his 2 friends in his bar’s office. Fucked high on C for god knows how many hours. Got gangbanged in front of the couple of waiters who were bringing in food and drinks for us. Didn’t use condoms.
[OC] “Your Life as a Bull’s Cunt-Boy” (Trans/FtM Protagonist, Gay, Hucow, Breeding, Lactation, Breastfeeding, Passion/Love, Cuddling, Narrated Story, Nameless Characters)
(Warnings: Usage of terms like “cunt”, “cunt-boy”, “t-dick”. Reference to breasts and pregnancy. Potential usage of anatomical terms. If i missed anything let me know in the comments, I’m a cis guy so I might not be aware of everything that might be triggering.)
(Let me know what y’all think when you’re done! I haven’t written in a while, but this is a story that I’ve been thinking of since I stopped. I think I’ve put enough thought into it at this point to put it in writing, hope you enjoy ^_^ And if you know a place this would be appreciated, please crosspost it there! That would make my whole day)
As your day of work ends, you push a button releasing your breasts from their pumps and get up from your station, taking a minute to stretch. One of the Cunt-Boys from the next barn over passes by you and giggles, noting that your breasts are still leaking even after a whole day of pumping. You can’t stand the thought of another minute at the machines; you’ve been so sore since Mistress’ new supplements have been added to your diet, but you’re getting hungry, and the sun is going down. So, you prepare to head off to the chow-line for some dinner.
Fucking my best friend who has PTSD [FM]
I’ve wanted to write this for a long time. For those who read my posts, you’ve probably guessed a story like this was buried somewhere. When people ask me why we never dated this person, this always comes up.
Since I started this account I’ve danced around this because I’ve wondered if it’s possible to write this responsibly as I’m not a therapist and struggle with my own mental health disorder.
*Fun fact: he’s the only other person I know who has been turned down by therapists as patients because they didn’t feel “equipped to handle” our life stories.*
I’m going to do my best.
*So to get this out of the way, I was diagnosed with a rare trauma disorder similar to PTSD. In person, I’ve met exactly one other person who had the same disorder. Our traumas were very different, but they manifested the same.*
*Ill let y’all guess who.*
Over a decade ago I somehow landed a very odd job that took me to a place where not a lot of Americans travel. It was there I met someone traveling who had chosen that place specifically because he “needed a break” from America.
Addiction
Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how much I like to drink him in with my eyes. I don’t know what it is exactly, but there’s something about him that’s sexier than any other man I’ve met. His pheromones are like drugs; just physically being around him and smelling his nice, clean, boy smell is the most intoxicating thing in the world. It’s as though Ecstasy was derived from the heady pleasure that I experience around him. It lights a hunger in me that I’ve never experienced before. Desire I’ve known, but this is something different. My body needs him.
And that need intensifies. He’s walking in front of me; at first he was next to me and I could see the silhouette of his massive cock bulging out in the jeans he wears that I love. Then I slowed my gait a little bit so I could look at his legs and butt and watch the muscles in his strong arms tense and relax with every hand motion. There’s a quiet power in him that’s evident in every move. It’s not flashy, which is good as I hate flashy, but it’s equally obvious. There’s a sureness and confidence with the way he moves that draws my attention. He has the same energy when he touches me and it drives me wild. I know I’m in good hands and he knows how good they are.
My (M35) sluttiest (sober) 3-hour stand with a (F34) hot Aussie traveler [MF]
In between serious relationships, I was a pretty serious slut on the apps. While I was looking for a lovely woman to be a partner, I was also quite open to short-term, no-strings-attached adventure if that’s where the vibe went. This is the story of the shortest-term, no-strings-attached-est hookup I had.
I live in a city that happens to be a hub for various outdoor activities and also bachelor/bachelorette parties, so people tend to come through either as travelers or transients. And you also get a lot of dating app tourist women, sampling the wares of this notorious city but not actually interested to meet up. I got a different vibe when I matched with (let’s call her) Jenny, a blond, 34 year old Aussie chick who looked more like 31, and whose profile hinted that she lived somewhere in Central America.
Jenny’s profile painted her as an outdoorsy, active type – a natural, no-makeup looking face with a nice smile and eyes, a climber’s body, lithe, but strong, virtually no boobs, and just enough of an ass to grab onto (but not much more). She seemed fun, interesting. We talked about Australia where I have some family, and she let me know she was leaving in a few days but would be glad to grab a drink. My limited experience with Aussie women has been very positive, so I figured it was worth a gamble.