Long post. My (25M) English and grammar are not the best so sorry for any errors. This happened last week Friday and the decisions made were definitely not the best. All the names have been changed and since none of them use Reddit I thought I’d post here because I just had to share this crazy story. For a bit of background, I live in South Africa and in my experience (I’m black btw), people are not too open about sex here as it is, let alone group sex. The idea of it was just a fantasy I had had and was sure would never come to fruition. My classmates and I were closer than normal and were somewhat friends but not really. As far as I know, none of us had been sexual with each other the entire time we were in university/college. The group was me and 3 other guys and 4 girls and most of us had not seen each other since graduation.
Tag: Fantasy
Sexy little minx I met online (M/18) (F/19)
So it was set. I was finally going to meet this cute dame I met from one of the numerous apps people use for quick sex. Sounds iffy, I know, but I knew I didn’t want or expect that going into our possible relationship. We had been talking for about a month prior to meeting up so we were already quite familiar with each other. The anticipation for me is far more rewarding than just fucking for the instant pleasure. Getting to know them. What they like. How they act. Imagining how good they look without clothes. All in all building a character inside your head that you can apply to any creative sexual fantasy of your liking. When we met i could already tell that she had potential to be an erotic little minx. She was a busty yet petite brunette that had a smile that could easily give you wood and breasts that I would suck on for hours. I noticed how she was shy at first and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t as well but that honestly made me more invested. Date after date she began to open up more and more subconsciously inviting me to acknowledge her intimate side. That was rewarding in itself. She certified her interest in me by inviting me over but as I stated previously the anticipation and sexual tension that comes with taking things slow was undoubtedly coming to a halt. I knew what activities she had in mind and so did I. At the end of the day we are both horny youngins who want to fuck like animals should.
So I end up driving to her house which is in a fairly wealthy place in Southern California. When I arrived I was certainly anxious about how this afternoon would go. Im not sure if I was ready to fuck her yet but I didn’t want to make it seem like I lacked interest. I end up knocking on the door and there she is. I’m automatically subjected to her beautiful display of cleavage that is always a visual pleasure. She invites me in and tells me that she’s washing her sheets so there’s going some time before we can go to her room. We find ourselves on the couch and all my previous thoughts about not wanting to fuck have totally vanished from my mind space. There was nothing I wanted to do more than to derobe her and fuck her senselessly. Of course, logic starts wrangling my thoughts back into reality making me realize that there was no rush to this. I knew that if she wanted me as much as I wanted her it would only be inevitable until I was pinning her down and using her as my little fucktoy. So I’m patient.
At this point we are watching a show and I have my arm around her. I can feel my cock throbbing trying to break free from my pants as I try to secretly glance at her figure. She was honestly perfect in every way I could think of and that made me want to fuck her even more. Fortunately for me her sheets are done drying and honestly my cock couldn’t be more thankful. We quickly move from the couch to her bed and we start cuddling under a blanket. Seems pretty innocent but it wasn’t quick before we found ourselves naked and making out with each other. My hands were wandering her beautiful curves as she positioned herself on top of me. She was clear on what she wanted and so was I. Her breasts fit into my hands perfectly and were as natural and perky as they come. Her pussy was covered in a nicely groomed layer of pubic hair and looked like it belonged on the cover of playboy magazine. Being the gentleman and oral fanatic I am, I wanted to eat her out as soon as possible. By this point we had only been making out for a couple of minutes so I started to kiss my way down south where I would find that she was already dripping wet. She wanted this bad and so did I. I started licking her pussy ever so delicately and I could just feel her warmth and excitement radiating onto my face. Her clit was small, sensitive and reacted well to my light tongue flicking. Taking the moment to fully digest the situation I came to the realization that not only did she look perfect but she tasted perfect also. I couldn’t get any more of her in my mouth even if I wanted. She matched my excitement by grinding on my face and grabbing fistfuls of my hair in encouragement. The moans that were escaping her were so sensual that my cock throbbed every time I heard them. With her juices literally drowning me I figured it was time to finally stretch that pretty pussy. I was on top now in the missionary position and I decided to tease her a little bit. I started rubbing my cock up and down her wet lips getting her prepared for what was about to be deep inside her. I grabbed the back of her legs and pinned her down while I started to deep stroke. I started off slow but eventually picked up the pace as my dick kept getting harder and her pussy kept getting wetter. I found myself putting passion into every single thrust until I had made her orgasm. The expressions she gave were enough to make me go over the edge. Just looking into her eyes I could tell how filled they were of euphoria. It was quite the intimate experience for both parties, an experience that I will never forget. Even on my deathbed I’ll be looking back at this time reflecting on how I fucked that cute little brunette I met online.
[FM] I [26F] fucked a stranger I met at a movie theater in Vienna while traveling alone
I had just turned 21, and was traveling alone for the first time in my life. Vienna for three days, then was going to meet up with my family, and return to being in that in-between stage. At first, I was afraid I’d be bored by the lack of company. In fact, the experience was quite the opposite. I was at ease exploring the city on my own pace, doing *whatever* I wanted to do, *whenever* I wanted to do it. I was carried through Vienna that summer powered by nothing other than my own whimsy. To this day, it remains a crystallization of my favorite kind of freedom. On every street, a new place to explore, or a new person—and no one to tell you no.
My first night in Vienna, I bought a ticket to a concert in a church. Afterward, I strolled out of the church humming, trying to decide what to do next. I was wearing an outfit that made me feel like the definition of sophisticated: Long flare black linen pants, a crop tank top that showed a peek of my stomach. Bright red lipstick. Timeless, and feeling myself. Vienna, in the summer, is teeming with activity. There are outdoor concerts, festivals, and movies galore. All free, and all *right there* for the taking.
When I [26F] was 21 I fucked a stranger [32M] I met at a movie theater in Vienna
I had just turned 21, and was traveling alone for the first time in my life. Vienna for three days, then was going to meet up with my family, and return to being in that in-between stage. At first, I was afraid I’d be bored by the lack of company. In fact, the experience was quite the opposite. I was at ease exploring the city on my own pace, doing *whatever* I wanted to do, *whenever* I wanted to do it. I was carried through Vienna that summer powered by nothing other than my own whimsy. To this day, it remains a crystallization of my favorite kind of freedom. On every street, a new place to explore, or a new person—and no one to tell you no.
My first night in Vienna, I bought a ticket to a concert in a church. Afterward, I strolled out of the church humming, trying to decide what to do next. I was wearing an outfit that made me feel like the definition of sophisticated: Long flare black linen pants, a crop tank top that showed a peek of my stomach. Bright red lipstick. Timeless, and feeling myself. Vienna, in the summer, is teeming with activity. There are outdoor concerts, festivals, and movies galore. All free, and all *right there* for the taking.
Wife’s work surprise
My wife came home one day from work with a little surprise! My wife Bianca owns her own hair salon. She is very very good at what she does and also very personable. Needless to say her clients absolutely love her, both the men and women. Now I know I out kicked my coverage and my wife is incredibly attractive. She is 5′ 10″ with long legs and thick thighs, and an ass that is as bubbly as her personality! Slim stomach and small boobs compliment her figure. Naturally an ever changing hair style that always keeps it fun for me.
So she comes home one day and after we put the kids to bed she is telling me about her day. She proceeds to tell me about a present a male client brought her. She goes and gets a box and inside is some matcha tea, not being a tea drinker I politely reply thats cool. She tells me to dig further into the packaging. I do an pull out a Ziploc bag filled with a hefty amount of mushrooms. Having personally never tried mushrooms but open to the experience I was pretty happy about this present. She explains that her client and her had talked about it previously. She cut his hair and he went home and came back with this present for her.
Gavelstock Manor
Their caravan had split from the main highway 45 minutes ago, and each new road had less pavement and more rocks. They had slowed to a crawl, but were still making good time – they’d make it to the rental before the sun was down, and would be able to enjoy a swim at the lake. Xtel was in the back of a six seater van with a man she didn’t really know other than it was, in fact, his rental, asleep in the corner hugging his duffel bag having come straight from a ‘night shoot’. Driving was their mutual friend Dexter, who was gabbing up a storm with Becky in shotgun.
Watching with side eyed pride, Xtel watched her girl spend the four hour trip feeling out Dexter the way a lioness stalked it’s prey – it was her M.O. Becky and Xtel were best friends since they dormed together in college, roommates for 4 more after that, and sworn-to-secrecy partners in exploring each other in the bicurious phase. She knew ALL her tricks. Their love was deep and intimate but beyond that now, so there was no jealousy in watching Becky use her words to savor the man driving her. Enthusiastically, she found out about Dexter’s connections with the man in the back seat and how he was able to score an impossibly balling lakeside ‘rental’…as well as if he was single, physical, friendly, and hot-to-trot.
The Waitress (Chapter One) (MF)
I walk in with my tie loosened, looking like a real working man, and almost fooling myself into feeling like one, too. Noticing I’m alone, the hostess asks if I’d like to be seated at the bar. I decline. I brought my book, and I don’t want a screen shoved in my face while I enjoy it.
She takes me to a small table in the corner with two seats. I look around – it’s moderately busy for a Tuesday evening. I loosen my tie until it comes off and undo the second button, sitting with my back to the wall.
The jacket is off and the book is open when the water comes. This is my life now, whether I like it or not. With a family depending on me at home, every waking moment has to be dedicated to the pursuit of improvement: physically, mentally, or spiritually.
“Do you want anything else to drink?” asks a voice as clear as the water before me. I give the waitress a brief once-over. She’s cute. Bronzed skin that somehow reminds me of honey, with dark hair in a ponytail that cascades around her shoulder and close to her left elbow. Her eyes are almond shaped and looking down at me in a dark hazel glow.
Taken – Part Two
***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
You have everything set up and you are prepared to execute the plan. You watch my boyfriend and roommate leave and know that I am now alone, likely still asleep. You parked your vehicle next to the park behind my house and went into my backyard. You find the hideaway key and enter the back door.
Excitement rushes through your veins. The thought of completely owning me, making every decision and rule for me, it’s what was going to make all of this time and effort worth it. If only I could see how much you have done to be this close to me. You know I’m happy with my life. I have a good job, a happy relationship, good friends and family. You don’t care though. You don’t care how I feel, my feelings and thoughts won’t matter once I’m in your grasp. I will be good for one purpose and that is pleasing you.
Taken – Part One
***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
You haven’t met me yet, but you will. You watch me as I get in my car to go to work. You continue to watch as I go for my morning and afternoon walks. You notice that I get off later than the majority of my coworkers and the lack of cameras. You know by now that taking me would be easy but you wait. You like watching me without my knowledge. You like the lack of control in my ignorance. The more you watch me, the more you picture what I’ll become.
I’m very headstrong, stubborn in most regards in getting my way. However, you have seen me cry in my car and hide away. You know that underneath my feminist, aggressive facade lies a weak and submissive girl. I have everyone fooled but you know. This will come in handy.
My Mom Caught Me With Her Bra (mf | incest | mom son | caught | taboo | cons)
Today was a normal day after school for me. I came home from college classes to an empty house like always. My mother and father were both at work while my baby brother was in a day care. Dad is a big time executive and my mother is a famous redheaded actress named Christina. Continuing my normal routine after I came home, changed clothes, and ate lunch. Then I prepared for my daily masturbation session.
This is where I go into my parents bathroom where I am always at my most comfortable to jerk off. When I went into the bathroom I seen that it had not been cleaned up today yet. Walking towards the toilet where I would be stroking myself I seen one of my mother’s large bras laying on the floor. My dirty mind could not resist picking it up to assist my arousal while getting myself off.
With the big beige bra in hand, I sat down on the toilet seat after removing my shorts and boxers. Naked on the throne I started to stroke my still limp dick. It did not take long to work myself up with my mom’s underwear in hand. The material was soft to the touch and round like the breasts the filled them. There had been many times when I thought about my mother’s large breasts when I was horny without any porn.