Rebekah and Ashley [FF] [MFF] [BDSM]

Through a sudden change of circumstances, Rebekah found herself without a roommate, and a steep rent to pay. She put up the listing looking for a female roommate on a handful of online listings. She was looking for someone clean first and foremost, but also someone who wouldn’t bring unwanted drama into her life, and someone who could be on her own without expecting to hang out every night. She immediately got a few responses, mostly from men seeing if she would reconsider her gender policy, but a few women as well who seemed decent enough to meet up with for lunch or something. She set up times with two of them as soon as possible so she could get help before the first of the month.

She met the first girl for lunch the next day. The conversation was nice—she went to the same school, was also into arts, and had decided she was done with dating guys for while—and there wasn’t anything wrong with her on the face, but Rebekah just felt that she was a little too eager, *too* nice. At the end of the meal she lied and said she would call the girl back by the end of the week.

[MF] the first time I saw my SIL semi naked

So I’ve told a few people on reddit that messaged me about my experience with my SIL (wife’s sister) after my first story I posted. So here’s a story about my first time she teased me.

My wife and I decided to hang out her sister for the day. We all were trying to figure out what to do for the day. So my sister in law mentions, she’s interested in going shopping. My wife wasn’t to keen on going to the mall, so we decided that we should go to target because she wanted to spend less money and time.

We walk into target, my wife said she’s just gonna look at leggings and a few t shirts. I tell my wife she should try some dresses for the summer season. My wife gave me a hard no, but suddenly My sister in law comes in and said she’ll try on what ever my wife doesn’t.

Viva la [F]rance! Our first visit to a swingers club [MFM]

The [husband](https://reddit.com/u/throwawayjavadrinker) came into town and we decided to adventure off to a local sex-club venue for the first time. Unaware of the local liquor laws, we didn’t’ realize that hard alcohol sales ended at 9 pm! (what kind of bullshit is that?!?). Completely sober, in a BYOB environment, we anxiously entered the club. After filling out the membership forms, and finding out fishnet hose and spiked heels got me $20 off (yea for coupons! Who knew they had them at sex clubs!) the door entrance fee we were given the newbie tour. We were guided through a series of hallways and many different rooms all with their own rules (who knew sex clubs had so many rules!). One room was the big orgy room with a circle bed and a heart pillow where anything goes! Another room had a series of church-camp style bunk beds with sheer red curtains that struck me as something out of a Lifetime cautionary tale special. “Camp counselors gone 50 shades!” The next room was similar in style but had heavy black curtains. The rule there was if the curtains were closed you weren’t supposed to open them. Down the hallway was a movie theater with theater-style settings and I shudder thinking about what deposits were made in that room over the years. Then there were the private rooms with doors that shut but windows to watch and a large glassed-in fishbowl, called “The Office”, with the largest bed I’ve ever seen! I’m sure many deals haven’t happened in that space! Lastly, there’s the main club floor with cheesy, 80’s porn style horseshow white couches, scattered about the room and dance floor. With a pole, of course! Can’t have a sex club without a pole – and strippers dancing in various states of undress. And this concluded the “newbie” tour. At this point, we were left to our own devices. Sober, and unsure of our surroundings, we took our place on one of the corner white-porn couches – people watching.

[MF] Nude photoshoot

I knew Ava from my freshmen year of college. We got along well because we were both kinda nerdy and liked skateboarding, anime and old sci-fi movies. She was a little more open about her love of Star Wars and everything geeky, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”. In high school I was an athlete, and while I ran with a kind of ‘in-between’ crowd, youthful naivity kept my nerdiness closeted. I had an irriational fear of being socially ‘outed’ because nobody else was into that in my high school. College was great because I finally felt free to express myself and I met a ton of like-minded people. Ava caught my eye immediately because she was tan, fit, had short black hair (pulled back into a ponytail…I don’t know what it is about girls with short hair that drive me wild, it just does) with a juicy ass and pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the ‘nerd’ crowd and as a result, didn’t know how hot she was. Come high school graduation, she had become full-figure gorgeous. Despite my sports career, I was equally shy and the two of us meshed well. We dated for a few months before we broke up and went out separate ways. It was mutual.

From being a couch potato to a public [FFFM] – an escalating night [F]

I (F28) was sitting on the couch of a friend, all comfy, under a blanket with a cup of tea. I canceled my wild plans, I felt too tired.

Until my phone rang: ‘What are you doing tonight? Cause we are going ooooout!’, my friend (F28) shouted out. These are the friends you need. We decided the party at Church would be fun, since this was my original plan anyway. I rushed home and out came my kinky mini dress, big leather choker and lots of make-up. In the train I was cursing myself: what am I getting myself into tonight?

My beautiful friend was wearing a black body, a choker with a small leash and stay-up stockings. I showed her around: ‘Look, this is where I fucked last week’ and soon we were standing on the dancefloor. I loved how wild and free she danced. She is a person with big sensual energy which rubbed off on me. We felt like going on crazy adventures.

The Princess fucks herself to sleep [ff] [mast] [exh]

The birthday celebrations were long and widespread. Even those who had reason to question the decisions of the King and Queen took the opportunity to drink and dance in the street parties, after all Princess Helena was much loved for her compassion. She was young, beautiful and the image of innocence. Helena’s birthdays were always a celebrated affair in the kingdom, but this year was especially important as she was turning 20. Traditionally meaning that she would begin courting this year, though the rules have relaxed a little over the years.

Helena sat at the top table in the dining hall, enjoying the festivities dressed in a simple grey peplos, a light, loose fitting gown. Various Lords and Ladies approached the table to give her their congratulations, Helena graciously thanking them one by one. She always enjoyed having a fuss made for her for her birthday, she felt she has no reason to feel guilty for this mild vanity as the citizens of the land tended to do well out of the festivities — and have fun in the process. As the night drew to a close, Helenas maid, Ophelia, approached to help the slightly tipsy Princess to the bed chamber.

Breaking in the office. Including her boss’s desk. [MF]

Jenni was without question the most sexually insatiable woman I’ve ever encountered. Day and night, she was as horny as a 15 year old boy. She loved all aspects of sex. I’ve never met a woman who enjoyed kissing and petting as much as she did. Never experienced anyone who craved giving and getting oral as much as her. And sex, holly shit… I thought all-night or all-weekend sexathons were just figures of speech, or shit people wrote about in crummy porn, but Jenni taught me otherwise. 4-6 times a day, day after day, were not uncommon. She just loved it and could never get enough.

I’ll start off by giving a bit of background. Jenni was my 4th partner and I had been coming off of a major heartbreak. I had been head over heels in love and was sure she was going to be my wife. It had taken me a full year to recover. I wasn’t sure I was ready for love again, but I wanted to at least put myself out there.

“The Yoga Goddess.” MF, intense, sensual casual encounter. No incest, cheating, etc. Everyone 18+ and all consensual.

I have been attending classes at the Evolution Yoga Studio for about two months now. Yoga has become part of my lifestyle, for spiritual and physical purposes. I was initially nervous to feel embarrassed as a 32 year old guy attending yoga, but I have been pleasantly surprised by the welcome I’ve received. While I am no sculpture of David, I have gained confidence in my body. Especially my lower half, where my days spent playing baseball as a catcher still reveal some definition in my thighs and butt. My nervousness also extended to my mental and physical responses to seeing attractive women in skin tight clothing. Yoga has always been erotically charting for me, even when practicing by myself. Luckily, I have avoided any embarrassing signs of arousal so far.

My confidence grew, and two weeks ago I began attending hot yoga classes. With me being comfortable with my sexuality, seeking comfort in a hot room, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, I purchased a pair of skin tight yoga shorts that reached about halfway down my thighs. After a few classes, I noticed that as I became sweaty, the definition of my slightly semi-erect cock would clearly appear. No one seemed to notice, so I continued wearing the shorts.

Man, You’ve Gotta Love Yourself [TM] [Solo] [Exhibitionist] [First Person] [Fiction]

I never really the way I looked. I thought that it was just a phase. Everybody had to get used to their grown-up bodies, right? The years went on, but I still felt weird in my own skin. Eventually, I figured out that this weirdness is formally known as “dysphoria”, and that I was a trans man.

That made me feel worse. Now, instead of feeling that my hips were weirdly shaped, I compared my hips to the hips of every man I ever saw. I could never measure up. I would just be this strange, short, deformed guy.

After ranting to one of my friends about how my shoulders were too girly, she suggested, “Try taking naked selfies.”

“Why would I want to do that?” It was such a strange suggestion.

“It helps you get into a headspace of liking your body.”

“But… what if I get hacked?” I’d heard so many warnings about people getting blackmailed.

“Just delete the photos.” She grinned. “They can’t steal photos that don’t exist anymore. Promise me you’ll just take one.”

Outdoor fucking stories with my ex [MF]

These are the last really good stories that I have with my ex, Erin. They’re somewhat short so I figured I’d post all of them at once.

Like I’ve mentioned previously, my ex Erin was a bit of an exhibitionist. She made out with another girl at a brewery, showed her 34C boobs off to another girl at that same brewery, and would often have me fuck her on the 2nd floor balcony of my apartment at night.

Erin loved wearing sundresses during the summer in Atlanta. Especially a cute yellow one with spaghetti straps and a hemline that ended about halfway up her thighs. It was thin, and she hated underwear lines showing, so she never wore any with her sundresses. Thanks to her thick ass, this particular dress would ride up enough to show off her shaved pussy any time she bent over. We were out for a walk in a park one spring afternoon and realized that we were alone on the trail for a minute, so she lifted the back of he dress up, used a tree for support as she bent over, and pounded herself on my cock fast and hard until I told her I was going to cum. She knelt down, sucked all of the cum out of my dick, and we both got covered up not even 30 seconds before other people showed up on the trail.