So, I’m pretty close with one “household” of my cousins. We hang out and stuff more often than other cousins do. We’re all well into our 20s and 30s and they’re all either married or partnered, and as such I’m pretty close with their SOs as well. Specifically, I’m pretty close to my one cousin Emily [F36] and her boyfriend Thomas [M37]. The three of us have the same interests in movies, music, politics and hobbies, so I hang out with them the most.
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[M]e and my ex [f]iance spent years together putting on an act of innocence, while lying about our age difference and that we were living together, fucking like rabbits the entire time.
Edited for quality and repetitiveness.
My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match.
A large component of our relationship was her love of my writing and her wild imagination. It was never a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying reading similar stories online after she and I broke up, it’s very reminiscent of the dynamic we shared. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.
I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the years we shared.
To most people we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque white picket fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors. Certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.
[M]e and my ex [f]iance spent years together putting on an act of innocence, while lying about our age difference and that we were living together, fucking like rabbits the entire time.
Edited for quality and repetitiveness.
My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match.
A large component of our relationship was her love of my writing and her wild imagination. It was never a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying reading similar stories online after she and I broke up, it’s very reminiscent of the dynamic we shared. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.
I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the years we shared.
To most people we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque white picket fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors. Certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.
[M]y [F]iance, “Bunny”, and I fucked like rabbits for years before we broke up.
EDIT: An additional detail I didn’t mention before that sticks out to me is how to the outside world, we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque White fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors unless they were very very close friends, and certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.
I’ve been lurking this sub and enjoying the stories for a long time now. I’ve gone back and forth time and again on deciding whether or not I was going to share any of my stories.
My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.
When we first started dating and could not keep our hands off each other, we were in bed fooling around and I told her that people misunderstand the phrase “fuck like rabbits.” Obviously rabbits reproduce very quickly and numerously but people don’t fluently understand why.
Tinder hookup gets out of hand [MMF]
Ever since quarantine started, I’ve been killing it on tinder. These guys are so thirsty, I’m not sure if other girls aren’t putting out or what, but I’ve been fucking all over. Since you don’t know me, I’m 27, asian, 5’1″ and 100 lb – a lot of guys have used the term fucktoy to describe me.
This story is about John. John is a typical whiteboy in new york: part jewish, good job (non-profit work), does drugs from time to time, but only in moderation. We had hooked up a few times, but nothing crazy. Honestly I would hit him up when I wanted a chill night. I didn’t want a chill night Friday though.
I went over to his apartment wearing black momjeans and a black leotard as a top + underwear. John buzzed me up and as soon as I got in I took off my pants. John’s roomates (Walter (lol) and Mike) already knew I was a freak: the past few times I was over I made sure to be really loud. I got turned on thinking about how Johns roomates could hear me so I would make sure to yell things like “fuck me daddy” and “fill me with your big cock” and throw my ass back so that there was super audible slapping.
The Summer: Part 1 – Beginnings, Mild Hallucinogenics [MF]
The following events took place in a small, well-off town in Massachusetts, the summer before my last year of college. I was 23 at the time.
I think, generally, you might call me “oddly attractive,” or perhaps “unique” in my looks. I’ve had success with women over the course of my life. On average, during college, I probably hooked up with five or six girls a year. It seems to go, as far as I can tell, that a majority of women are uninterested in me or find me unattractive, while a smaller subset of women, for some reason or another, are very drawn to me. I’ve wondered why that is on a few occasions, but over the course of the summer three years ago, I didn’t have to think about it once. There must have been some magical two-month window where the stars aligned and I was, for whatever reason, either very attractive, or very lucky. Maybe I was just the right weight. Maybe my depression levels gave me just the right amount of apathy. For whatever reason, I fucked or hooked up with a dozen or more women, many of whom I’d never met before, in the span of two months.
[MFF] A great party i guess
First of all,sorry for my bad english. I am a brazilian man (M28) and i want to tell you a crazy night of my life. It was mid quarentine, my friends and i were bored e decided to hang out in the living room in my friends house (lets call him Pete and his girl Gina). I brought some drinks and ecstazy to dance all night. I forgot to mention…i have a beautiful girfriend,lets call her Sarah.
We took the drugs and after a couple of hours we were very drunk, Sarah and I were a little odd that night, we did not touch much and the looks were not that great. In some point we started to fight over something silly,i dont remember why. At some point we started to talk about sex and sarah says to me she wants to have sex with other people (i am her second) but she loves me and she wants me to have sex and fun too. Well…my face to her says that i was not very happy with the situation but she kept talking. After a feel minutos of fight she rans to the bathroom followed by Gina and there they stay for like 40 minutes os so. Me and Pete were chatting about the discussion (Pete is very into swing but never did) (Ginah is a very experienced girl and already did everything your minds can think of) then, the girls came out the bathroom and Sarah says again that she wants to have sex with other but want me to participate and theres no need to be a man
[MF] [rom] [military] [sci-fi] DUTY CALL – A pretty young Ensign learns that the Space Academy way is not the only way. A sci-fi sex story.
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“Captain,” this quiet voice said, “permission to speak?”
I put down my stylus and looked up into the dark eyes of a lovely, young ensign with a killer body. “Of course,” I said, feeling my prong jump. Obviously, I had been working too hard. She was a joy to watch breathe.
“McKeever,” she said, “Ensign Race McKeever.” She tapped the nametag on her big left breast. It jiggled, the boob not the nametag.
“Race?” I asked, puzzled as I admired her full-chested and long-legged body. Somewhere, I am sure, there is an officer who chooses girls for the Academy, and someday I want to thank him. Her jumpsuit looked to be painted on, ready to burst. “At ease, McKeever.” Her nipples did not relax.
“A family name, sir. It’s about my duties.”
I sat back and admired her, head to toe. Succulent was the word that came to mind. Good enough to eat, as my grandfather loved to say. I nodded and resisted the urge to lick my lips.
[MMF] The Very Best of Friends
Names have obviously been changed to protect the guilty, but I assure you this is all 100% true.
When I was 18, I was part of a small but incredibly tight-knit group of friends; two boys and two girls. Me, Michael, Chloe, and Laura. This is two stories in one, and it’s a little long, but it deserves to be told in its entirety.
The four of us had quickly bonded in our Sixth Form common room over a love of rock music, and spent most weekends with each other in one the small, safe, dull towns in which we all lived. We weren’t big drinkers and we weren’t particularly enamored of drugs, but we were open to experimenting. And one weekend, these factors all combined to change the dynamic of our group forever.
When my parents went out of town and my brother filled the house with his pot-dealing friends it seemed rude not to invite everyone over. Chloe couldn’t make it, but soon Michael, Laura and I were giggling in the garden, stoned to the point that inhibitions were a distant memory and drunk in that way you only get drunk at 18; buzzing off three drinks and convinced you’re the most inebriated person that’s ever lived.
Brother’s Day Off
This is a story about 2 very different brothers and a beautiful, sexy young wife.
James is married to Adriana. She’s his dream girl. He worked hard to land her. Treats her like a princess and keeps all of his promises. He’s 32 and successful. He’s generous and stylish. A loving father and husband. He’s 5’10 160 with brown hair and brown eyes.
Adriana, she’s 26 and a young mom. She’s a 5’2 slim thick, busty Latina with baby making hips and a soft, fat, round ass. Long dark brown hair. Green eyes. Girl next door looks. 38Ds, Soft features and she’s well taken care of.
James has a brother named Anthony. He’s 34 years old 5’11 240 with a beer belly, tattoos and skin that has been worn through years of hard drug use. He was kicked out of the army. He was hooked on all kinds of drugs and has been in a out of jobs for the last 10 years. James is the only one who would ever give him a chance. Anthony can always count on James.