My experience of the first time I swallowed cum [M/MtF]

I've always wanted to try eating cum, but I was always too scared to try my own. I would always back out last minute, but I tried so much when I was younger. I figured the only way for me to actually try some was to get it from another guy. I was posting on r/randomactsofblowjob, and barely got luck but I finally found a guy who was very trustworthy and followed through with everything we talked about. His username doesn't want to be posted, so I'll call him Teacher.

We talked about why I wanted to do this and fantasies we both have, and we figured out that he works at our cities school and has his own personal office over the summer to work in, and that I have a fantasy of giving a blowjob while in an office. We made plans to meet up, and eventually did and talked a lot before we actually went through with this. We clicked, and we really wanted to do this as soon as we could.

The story of how I became his naughty slut [f/m]

(sorry for bad grammar or weird phrasing, english is not my first language)

I met this guy on a dating app. He's handsome, smart and funny. All in all too good to be true.
We exchange a few emails and he suddenly asks how I'd like for him to fuck me. Now, at this time, I'm kind of a prude and never had dirty talk or whatever.
I'm on this site hoping for more than a one night stand (ok I'm looking for a boyfriend online, I'm young and delusionnal) and I'm like "you think I'm gonna talk dirty to you?". Well, I don't know how he did it but I went for it. We started emailing more and more and soon turned to sms. He turned me fairly quickly in a compulsive sexter.

It's summer holidays and we seem to be both on fire. We exchange tons of messages, day and night, like two horny teenagers. He told me later I used to get him so hard it hurt.
I fondly remember receiving his texts during family diners, feeling all hot and horny while surrounded by relatives, trying to read and answer away from prying eyes. Or staying awake all night writing to him and getting all worked up with my brother sleeping in the bed 1 meter away from me (summer house shared bedroom).

I(M) wasn’t who she(F) thought I was!

Not long after I graduated from college, I ended up taking a trip to Vegas — to party and meet up with some friends that lived there. The night was pretty epic (as they tend to be in Vegas), as a couple my friends worked in the club scene there and got us under the ropes all around town.

The crew was me, two friends I played football with in college, and a girl we all went to school with, Jen. Jen was a bit of a party girl in college, but super cool, and a notoriously great wingman — to paint the picture, she was short, petite frame, short dirty-blonde hair, with average looks, but some very real and very large breasts; you know the kind of the girl that maybe wasn't first choice at the bar, but would get your undivided attention in a bikini. Anyway, we ended up making our way around town, getting hit on by a swingers couple at Hard Rock, bottle service at Rain then Ghost bar, a trip to the Rhino and finally, some late late night action with the working girls at Dre's. How the night actually ended was a bit of blur, but I think we had all piled into a cab with an intention of checking out this swingers club we'd been invited to, but before long Jen tapped out and asked if we could drop her by her house. Being well past drunk, I jumped out at her place too and asked to crash on her couch.

The Advantages of Suburban Life (MILF)

That Saturday afternoon was the same as any other, I left my kids with the babysitter and went out to run errands. As I got into the car and pulled out of the driveway my mind was filled with single-mom-thoughts; grocery items, soccer game schedules, upcoming birthdays, the fact that I haven’t been properly fucked in months…

I drove down the long winding street that lead out of the suburbs and into town. On my way passed the park I noticed them; three teenaged boys riding their bikes through the field. I didn’t think much of it until they caught up with my car and pulled in front of me and I got a closer look. They all looked to be about 18 or so, judging by how muscled they were. They’d abandoned their shirts, choosing to ride their bikes in loose basketball shorts. It was hot, and as they rode in front of me I watched their rippling muscles glisten with sweat.

That evening, after my kids were asleep I put on lingerie and settled in with my glass dildo. While I fucked myself I thought about those gorgeous teenaged boys, and how their young cocks would feel inside me. I thought about how it would feel to fuck all three at once, fulfilling my own dirty MILF fantasy as well as theirs.

The story of [m]y current [F]WB, who answered my craigslist ad offering a foot rub!

My craigslist ad promised the "best foot rub you've ever had," and went on to explain that more was not necessary, but it was offered with equal zeal and promise of enjoyment. It was a foot fan's pipe dream ad, not one I ever expected to get a real response to. I have an appreciation for feet, a mild fetish, but feet are not required to be incorporated into my sex life for me to have fun. I had no real responses for a while, and then I got a promising one with a real picture of very nicely pedicured feet, and some questions about me. She described herself as "squishy," but not fat, older than me, and attached. I have no issues with any of those qualities in a partner, and her feet did look lovely, so I replied in kind. After some reasonable back and forth via e-mail, a couple of more pictures exchanged, and a mutual desire to move things forward, we exchanged numbers.

Chilling with my GWS peeps.

Hi guys,

Recently I've had a run of awesome sexual experiences as my wife and I are stepping up our game in terms of having adventures. I've shared our heart pounding moment of revealing our kink to a vanilla friend, an adventure put together with a little help from my friends and the unexpected aftermath it had on my friend Laura. It has been awesome to share all this with you and I have recently been more compelled to do so because there seems to be more true stories going up here than fantasy. It makes me feel that my un-porned up account of real events will be appreciated and add to the experience.

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Sex has always been my drug of choice. Okay coffee and the occasional drinking session sometimes but if you commit to it nothing pays you back more than a good sex life. I know how lucky I am. I'm in a fantastic marriage and my wife's secondary partner is so chilled out he is fast becoming a permanent fixture. I have a small cadre of trusted fuck buddies to make life even more interesting and enough imagination between us all to keep things fresh and different.

It Was My Oh So Sweet 16… [f] [fantasy]

It was the day of my sweet sixteen and that was when I experienced my first golden shower. It was also the first time I was ever gang-banged. It all started innocently enough. I had a thing for my best friends 25-year-old cousin, Bobby and she ended up telling him, so one night he invited me over to party with him.

I've had a nice body, since I was 12 years old, but by the time I was 16 I was smokin' hot. I dressed casual, but made sure I looked sexy!! I was bound and determined to fuck him!! When he opened the door, I wish I could say I creamed my panties, but I wasn't wearing any under my tiny skirt. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. He was muscular and tan. I almost jumped his bones right there, but managed to stop myself at the last second. His apartment was amazing. As he showed me around, I found myself getting wetter and wetter.

The Most Savory Sin [M/F] [Sex] [Cheating]

For privacy purposes I will withhold all names.

This is an old story of a fantasy I have kept to myself for some time and I hope it's as exciting to read as it is for me to daydream about feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments…

I'm not far from what you’d call your average guy. I'm 27 years old with a slim build that I sustain by going to the gym three times a week. I work a brutal desk job and as I get older I find it's getting harder and harder to sit all day and still look fit.

My girlfriend was the best and always took care of me. She was a plump 5'2 with delightful swollen round ass and perfect proportioned breasts to match. My favorite thing was to wrap my arms around her perfect curvy waist and squeeze her softness all over. She was a doll.

The Maiden-Mothers of Haverach, Part 2 [ff] [anal] [oral] [preg] [monster] [weird] [fantasy]

Kate woke to an urgent tug on her arm. She stared at the stone ceiling in disbelief; it felt impossible that she would find herself still in the alcove and not wrapped up in bed. The red girl looked down at at her wide-eyed, wearing an expression of concern. “Come. Come,” she said. “The rings are heating.”

True enough, the concentric metal rings beneath her were warm to the touch. “They will be red hot in a moment,” said Yewet. “That would burn even me. We must retreat to the Mating Hall until the heat subsides. Kate–it is rare for the Father to force us out of hiding like this.”

Kate felt cold terror run from her throat to somewhere in her belly as they stumbled out of the gap and into the vastness of the hall. “Is it because of me?”

The Maiden-Mothers of Haverach, Part 1 [ff] [anal] [oral] [preg] [weird] [fantasy]

Kate's phone droned twice in her handbag, urgent and insistent. She took her gaze from the road for all of a second. Her bag chose just that moment to come adrift from its place on her passenger seat, rolling up the seat-back like a thing alive. Her glowing phone and sundry other personal effects spilled weightlessly from the bag's open zipper. The horizon beyond the passenger window rotated with ponderous slowness, the bright morning sky and the dark of the Dakota hills exchanging places twice. Her engine keened like a wounded animal so she eased her foot off the gas. Somewhere glass shattered. Before she had quite realised her mistake she was subsumed in darkness.

Kate woke with a hypnic jerk, the sudden sensation of falling that causes sleepers to reel from the edge of dreaming. She gasped for breath, arching her spine and kicking her legs. She threw out her arms as if to halt her fall. She expected to feel her bed, or even the ceiling of her car, but the floor beneath her was naught but cold, dewy stone.