POST CHRISTMAS FACEFUCK [mf] [facefuck] [swallow] [oral] [squirt] [creampie]

So I met this guy. I was a little caught off guard because when he messaged me on Tinder, he skipped the usual small talk about my tits or if I wanted to suck his cock. We actually had a friendly chat. It was mostly a surprise because his bio CLEARLY stated he was looking for someone to fuck.

I, too, am looking for someone to fuck. But usually, in the world of Tinder, when you say you’re looking for casual, you aren’t met with friendly banter.

SOOO, we chatted for like a few days. It was during the holiday season, so we were both busy with family and one evening, he texted to say he was stressed and annoyed with relatives and wished he could have snuck out for a while to “hang out” with me. Finally! Something dirty.

I asked what he had in mind since I had snuck off to my bed and was kind of in the mood anyway. He sexted me until I made myself cum and then we spent the next hour texting about sex. Do you have a favorite position? Do you have a favorite sex toy? Do you like rim jobs? He asked a litany of questions until, finally, I realized he was jerking off. I decided to get a little more graphic with my responses.

[M]y [f]irst peruvian slut [LONG]

For the last couple weeks I’ve been travelling South America. Starting in Brazil I flew to Peru to see Machu Picchu (of course) but had to fly over Lima. So during a 5 hour layover in Lima I decided to put the Airport Wifi to some use checking the local Bumble population. I got some matches really quick but then my flight on to Cusco stopped me from going on. Some of the matches never opened a conversation, some burned out but I stayed in contact with this one Peruvian girl – let’s call her Maria.

Maria is in her early 30s, petite (about 5’1) and dark haired from Lima. Big smile in her face, tan skin. Her ass is tiny but full – exactly how I like it. Her profile said something about how she loved french fries so that was my opening line after she opened the conversation with the usual “Hi” (but on Tinder girls expect creativity from guys… ;-)).

We started talking and switched to WhatsApp soon. In the beginning the conversation was funny but nonsexual but we kept in contact over the following days while I made my way back to Lima by bus. Soon it got more naughty and she was totally into it. We started basically sexting and let me tell you – six hour bus rides with a hard on are no fun!

Looking for an old dragon story [SEARCH]

I couldn’t see if searches are allowed in the sub’s rules so I will delete this if it isn’t allowed.

I am looking for a story I read maybe 8 years ago on some website that I could not remember for the life of me.

It involves some kind of fantasy world where humans and dragons live and work together.

A man works as a car mechanic with dragons and one decides to make him his sex slave.

He ends up enjoying it and does lots of things as the dragon’s subservient sex pet.

I have been scouring the internet, but I cannot find it. I hope someone here has a link or maybe even just an idea about where I might find it.

Thank you! (And again, sorry if this kind of post isn’t allowed)

Exploring the Mind of My Size-Queen Fuckbuddy [MF]

This is a true story about me, a 25-year old moderately hung man, and my former 25-year old size-queen fuckbuddy Isabelle. The story is about how I gradually revealed my fantasy of her fucking someone even more endowed than myself, and about her gradually expressing her size-queen desires. The story has an emphasis on dick size and its importance (for some). If that sounds like something for you, then keep reading! Also check the tags below to see if it suits you.

More info at the bottom.

Tags: Big Dick, Big Cock, Bigger Dick, Bigger Cock, Straight, Fetish Reveal, Friend, Hung Ex-boyfriend, Size-queen, Cock Compare, Slutty Past, Light SPH.

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For about a year I had a FB who I met regularly during weekends – let’s call her Isabelle for the sake of anonymity. She was about 5’8, blonde, 25 years old, thick in all the right places with great double D tits and a great ass. She was very sexual and experimental which I enjoyed – and she was major size-queen which I grew to love.

An ongoing fantasy of (M)ine

When I was between marriages, before I met my wife, I carried on an affair with married woman for over a year. Kim was early 40s, a former beauty queen that had gained a lot of weight when she was pregnant but still had awesome curves. Her husband was a very successful businessman that owned several tire shops around the area. He was also a fat slob, former all-American athlete, that had to lay down to get a blowjob, otherwise his gut hung over his dick and she couldn’t get to it. He was always hounding her for sex, but she found him disgusting and only fucked him enough to keep him from kicking her out. Their son was 16 and attended a private military school, only coming home on the weekends and during school breaks.

The following is an ongoing fantasy I have about Kim. The fantasy is set in current time although our affair was over 25 years ago. Cell phones were just coming out and most were so big they had to be mounted in a car. Anyway, on with the fantasy.

I Taught Her How to Masturbate [FF]

This story is about my college friend who confided in me, she had never masturbated before. I, being the best friend ever, had to show her what she was missing out on.

I masturbate daily and when she first told me she had never touched her self until orgasm I was shocked. We both left a super religious environments to a free one. That bonded us together from the start. We both hid in our dorms the first few nights fearing what Sodom and Gomorrah would be like. She seemed to be more stressed about being social than our school work. I tried lightening her mood by joking a bit.

“Listen, we don’t have to go party and fuck guys. We can easily fuck ourselves and get to hell that way”

She snorted and confess “I guess I’m not going to Hell. I still have done either,”

“We both haven’t! Sure, college has its books but it’s about adult life. Parties and fucking boys are still on my list”

“No, I mean I’ve never touched myself”

“Excuse me?”

By this time “Sara” was looking at her reflection through her hanging mirror. I saw she was serious.

And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your Servant [mF] [Fantasy]

Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different experience.

Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window.

“I’m Ryan Ganter, I have a 14:00 appointment,” he says to the guard.

“ID, please?”

Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his computer. “Yes, you’re in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome. You’re quite early; fourteen is actually the time we expect you to check in, and your service will start later. Here is your key.” The guard hands him a grey plastic ring. “You put it on your finger. When I buzz you through the doors, you’ll need to press it up on the reader at the same time. You’ll also use it for your locker. Put absolutely everything you have in your locker: all your clothes, your phone, any jewelry you may have, absolutely everything you have except that key. There are wraps for you to wear; that and your key are all you can bring inside. Once everything you have is in your locker, you can go through screening and into the waiting room. Got it?”

My [M] second night with the widow [F]

Due to the popularity of my first post, I’ll follow it up with one more. If you’re interested in hearing (reading) more, I can tell you about other girls I’ve been with, but I’m just following up with this one because people really seemed to get off over my first post.

So, my girlfriend (the widow), Anne, she invited me back over. I pretty much knew what was going to happen – but she didn’t. Back in my youth (15-25), I was addicted to sex. I started fairly young. I learned how to pleasure a woman so I wanted to give Anne a sneak preview of what lays in store if she stays in a relationship with me.

So I’ll cut to the chase. We ended up in the bedroom. She took all her clothes off – I didn’t mention, but she’s Asian. So just imagine a tight Asian body – perfect skin – no fat – just a flat stomach, small but perky breasts, which don’t sag – I’m just trying to describe her perfectly. Now not to sound racist (I can’t be can I, I only really date Asian women), but some Asians don’t have a big booty – and my girlfriend doesn’t have a huge ass, but she’s shapely. When she turns to the side, her curves are undeniable.

Cadence of Noon [MF] [Fiction] [High Fantasy]

The sun was high in the sky over the peninsular city of Trost. The granite white walls of stone surrounding the grandest bazaar market in the human kingdoms, protecting it from the shoreline just beyond. The city streets hustled and bustled with people going from shop top shop, returning from their sprees with spoils they had not expected. Hundreds of inns packed to the max capacity.

Guard patrols, as such on the during the great bazaar’s stay in the city, an annual festival of mercantilism across the kingdoms of humanity on Avalon, were doubled, patrolling the streets and keeping their eyes peeled for thieves and troublemakers. Still, amongst all the busyness, there was merriment, as when coin purses jingled that drew more than just shrewd merchants and petty thieves.

Bards of all kinds, traveling troupes, circus performers, dancers of all styles, were peddling their services alongside the street merchants, dancing and singing and playing instruments and performing daring feats for a share of the coin that was being tossed around.

But one bard had his own agenda.

Becs And Bob. [MFF, Impregnation, FF] Pure fantasy but based on a true event.

My birthday was coming up and my work colleague and good friend Becs invites me to spend the weekend with her and her partner Bob. Bob is not her real name, it’s just a nickname given by Becs because as you may have worked out Becs and Bob are gay. Becs was 30 something, stunning looks, breasts to die for and we became friends at work because we got on so well, we would laugh and joke and I would even steal the occasional hug but that was as far as it went.. Bob was closer to my age, late 40’s, a BBW in stature and a warm personality to match, again Bob and I got on well on the rare occasion I met up with them because I didn’t judge them on their sexuality.