I’m back. College Story: Mind Blowing Sex With the Girl From Work Who Wasn’t my Type [m/f]

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

Like I've said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. Not to be arrogant, but I am generally considered a really good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.

What it’s like to hide from your best friend’s roommate while giving him head [M/F]

It’s 12 noon right now and I’m writing this while it’s still fresh in my memory. I have no idea what time this is going to be posted, but might as well write down what I remember.

Some of you probably know Mark by now. For those who don't, Mark's my best friend here in college. We aren't friends with benefits, but we have had some fun together a couple of times. Fucking aside, Mark's one of the nicest people I know, and one of the best people to be around. You know that BuzzFeed video of the six types of guy friends you have? He'd probably be the third one.

Anyway, onto the story: I couldn't stop thinking about sex this week. The only time I wasn't thinking about fucking someone was while I was dissecting some animals. Listening to lectures? Screw that, all I can imagine is giving head. Taking a shower? Nope, I start thinking about is an older guy grabbing my ass. Eating lunch? Nuh-uh, what's going on in my mind is having a teacher eat me out. I had no escape.

First post Labor Day Shenanigans part 1 (M/F) LONG

This past labor day weekend was supposed to be a weekend where my best friend/roommate, Ryan , were going to leave Las Vegas and go up to Santa Barbara for a camping/bro-out for I was moving away next month. However, weird circumstances happened so both Ryan and I couldn’t afford the trip. Ryan told me that his two friends from his home town of Seattle, Lana and Diane, were coming down to visit him for it was Diane’s birthday weekend and Lana’s was last weekend. They were going to stay at our house because we had a spare bedroom and Ryan asked if that was fine. I totally was, I had met Diane years ago and she was a cute girl and cool to hang out with. Ryan had also off handedly mentioned that Diane was now recently single. I didn’t think anything of it and thought I was going to be a 5th wheel (Ryan has a girlfriend named Stacy, whom is a needy clingy little thing so I assumed she’d be on Ryan like white on rice all weekend, as per her norm) to their fun times so I was already opting on staying home and playing video games all weekend. Wednesday night Ryan goes to pick the girls up from the airport and takes them to see the Strip for a while and they get to our place at around midnight. I say hello to them, go outside and join Ryan for a cigarette while the girls settled in their room. Lana came out first and I was being friendly, and introduced myself like a proper gentlemen and Lana is just the sweetest girl you’ve ever met. We all talk for a while until Diane comes out of the house finally, ready to go party (Vegas baby). Now for body descriptions, Diane is about 5’7ish, blonde hair, blue eyes, very cute face, I’d say about a B cup, and a nice ass. Lana is shorter, at about 5’5’’ wider hips, but an ass for days, and a B cup as well. As for me, I’m nothing special at all. I stand about 5’10’’ at about 230lbs, but I’m wide framed so I don’t look like a complete Homer Simpson but living in LV for the past 3 years I’ve done nothing but drink on my off time. Diane and I hug and we act like we’ve been friends for years, which I hadn’t kept contact with her in forever so she was more an acquaintance than anything. We talk, catch up sort of but the girl’s interest was with Ryan their best friend of 15 years. As we’re talking in comes Stacy from the bar wondering why Ryan wasn’t there and that began a whole weekend of pseudo drama that I’ll leave those bits out but give a general idea. Diane and Ryan dated when they were in 9th grade, seeing how they were both in their late 20’s no one thought anything of it, except insecure Stacy. So anyways, they go out to a bar and I stay home and crash because it was already 2 am. The next morning Ryan takes all the girls out to see some sights while I stayed home and got ready to go to some pool parties. The first party nothing happened in particular but Diane and I were just chatting it up the whole time. We go to a second party at a friends’ house and that’s where all the fun starts to begin. (Sexy times) Diane, Lana and I are having a race on to who can get drunk the fastest, seeing how both of these ladies are small and petite, they won but I wasn’t far behind. We play drinking games until the sun goes down, there are other people there and we’re all having a blast. I look over to Diane and said “Hey we should get in to that hot tub right there.” Diane smiles and yells “Sure!”, she’s basically drunk, not wasted just drunk. She grabs Lana and all three of us are the only ones in the hot tub. There are two other friends by the hot tub we grab and pull into the hot tub for them to join us. It’s an above ground hot tub so space is limited so I being the cheeky bastard I am, grabbed Diane by the hips and sit her on my lap under the water. We’re still talking it up and the whole time I’m holding Diane’s hand and caressing her leg while maintaining the whole conversation with Lana not 1 foot away from me. Now I knew Diane was a free spirit but holy damn what she did next caught me off guard. She just stood up in front of everyone and asked “Why don’t everyone get naked, come on it’s Vegas.” FWOOP there goes her bikini top. Her tits are great; I’d say 50 cent piece size nipples. She sits back on my lap and we carry on like it’s nothing. Now my hand has migrated from her leg to now her exposed tits, just to see if she fights back. She doesn’t, in fact she just turned around and whispered in my ear, “You like what you see?” “Does it feel like I don’t?” I said as I pushed my now rock hard cock into her hip. Still Lana is like 1 foot away and the sexual tension between Diane and I was very apparent to everyone at the party. Eventually I finally pull Diane to kiss me, and she’s a great kisser, but she basically mouth raped me. I was expecting like a small peck as a first kiss, no Diane straight up wanted to tongue wrestle right away. She caught me off guard but it was pleasant. Lana is staring at us the whole time, her arms were under the water, I thought she was doing something but Lana had moved her hands to hold my legs. Don’t know what that was all about but wasn’t complaining. So I get done kissing Diane and we continue on like nothing is happening but under the water my hand is now rubbing Diane’s pussy. She’s trying hard to not react but she squirms a bit to give my hand easier access. I slide my hand down her bottoms and feel through all the hot water around us, her hot wet pussy. She leans back and is whisperingly moaning in my ear. I was so caught up in the moment didn’t even realize we were totally obvious. Oops. The owner of the house, whom was a cool guy about the whole thing, told us to go use the guest bedroom, which we totally obliged. I walk Diane in to the room and there’s a couch in the room and we begin to go at it. I sit on the couch and pull my shorts down, Diane had already pulled her bottoms down and she just climbed on and shoved me inside her. Now, go ahead and chew me out, we forgot the condom, we both stated earlier we were clean seeing how we both were tested earlier this year and haven’t had a sexual partner in forever. I begin to pump into her as I’m sucking on her tits. She’s moaning loud into my ear and she’s occasionally biting my neck. I push her aside and lay her down on the couch by the window. A window which we found out later was next to the hot tub. I’m pumping in her and she’s screaming how good my cock feels good in her pussy as she begins to have her first orgasm. I let her relax for a second, and myself too I about nutted in her that instant, then threw her on all fours on the ground by the couch. I begin to fuck her like that was my only purpose in life and she was beginning to orgasm again. I was about to at this point and ask her where she wanted my cum. “Just fucking cum in me ****”Well you don’t have to ask me twice as I begin to pump into her for another five minutes it seemed like I began to unload months of sexual deprivation cum into her, I thought I wasn’t going to stop cumming. As I’m cumming Diane is cumming hard, her pussy basically sucked me in to get all the cum it could. I’m about to pull out of her and she pushes me back in squeezing her pussy around my cock with her kegel muscles. That might has well been her sucking on my cock after I just nutted I was dying in pleasure there for a solid 30 seconds. We begin to put our bottoms back on, Diane’s top was still MIA, and we walked outside. What I had thought was 20 minutes of fucking wasn’t we had apparently been in side fucking for just over an hour. Ryan had slightly fist bumped me in front of Stacy which I found hilarious and we got back in the hot tub. Diane began kissing me and whispered “jesus, I can still feel your cum leaking out of me.” We hooked up all weekend long with a few memorable moments. If there’s any interest I’ll post those later.

(m)y story o(f) how my addiction started [part 2…long…very long]

Okay so while typing out the first story I realised that I might as well use this as an opportunity as a chronicle of my sexual past…I realise that it might not be as exciting as others but hey its mine, it’s all true and we'll there were quite a few highlights….anyways onwards and upwards….A bit of back story on K and myself; well prior to us dating we had been friends for about 5 years. There was always this attraction and sexual tension between us that manifested in the form of merciless flirting from both sides so by the time we started dating we knew each other fairly well which is why things moved kind of fast for us imo…

Part 2

Labor Day, 2003 [M/F]

He was two years older. We were in various orchestras together as kids, and we hung out during summers. We dated in high school. He liked aggressive sex. Through his agency I learned that I was a submissive. At fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, I had not internalized the dimensions of my submission or my appetite for kink. But I took my tentative first steps with him.

He went to college in New Hampshire. As his semester started a few weeks before I headed out to Chicago, I followed him up in my car. It was Labor Day.

Principally because of perpendicular politics, we bickered constantly. More than a decade later, I no longer recall the genesis of our fight, but by the time we had transferred boxes from our cars to his apartment in the unremitting heat and humidity of the late afternoon, I remember inhabiting a state of all consuming fury.

We arrived at the apartment before his roommate. I made his bed while he made a beer and grocery run. In his absence, I resolved to make peace. When he returned, we sat on the mattress, clinked bottles, and drank Sam Adams. He kissed me. His hand reached inside my t-shirt, slipped beneath the bra, and cupped my breasts. I squeezed the erection that tented his shorts.

[MF] Dinner Distraction: it’ll have to wait a few more minutes

The pot was just boiling as I opened the box of noodles. I was a little behind, but I knew he’d be home any minute now. My eyes flitted to the digital display on the stove and I bit my lower lip as another minute slid past.

I just needed to focus on making dinner. I needed another pan, the can opener, I would add…

The door opened and he walked in. He propped his arm against the wall while he took his shoes off so I could only see the tan and brown of his uniform. I stood in my spot, waiting for him.

He plopped down into a chair and sighed. His blue eyes met mine and I smiled at him while I got out a new spoon. He said, “So I see supper isn’t done.”

I frowned at him, “No. Not yet.”

He sat back in the chair and sighed. “How much longer?”

“Probably ten or fifteen more minutes.” I glanced at him pointedly and continued, “Longer if I get interrupted with silly questions.”

“Holy a[f]fairs Batman!” [M]y Ashley Madison experience. POW! KABAAM!

"Fuck!"

A million thoughts were going through my head and I stood there completely paralyzed as he came around the corner. Sizing him up, it seemed like we were about the same size. He had some height on me but if it were to turn into a brawl it was going to get messy. I could drive away, but that only meant I was going to have to come back later and who knows what would happen then.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

This isn't the first little adventure of mine I wanted to tell on here. However, given the timing of the Ashley Madison hack, it seems like the most appropriate. This happened early winter in 2013 and we'll see how the writing goes, but I suspect there will be more adventure than outright sex.

I don't remember when I registered on Ashley Madison, it was fairly early on. I purchased 100 "points" (perhaps $25 worth?) shortly there after just to see how the site was. I'd been on AFF for years and was completely familiar with the fake profile BS. As far as AFF was concerned, it was pretty easy to identify the fake profiles, but there were also plenty of real people on there. As long as you had a bit of game there was a reasonable chance you might get laid.

Going for Glory [MF] [Oral] [BBC] – First time writing erotica, feedback would be appreciated :)

The slight red-head swayed within the masses crowded next to the large speakers. Her thin dress clung to her slight curves, hugging them as the material grew damp. The harsh beats matched the tempo of her heartbeat as she ground against a tall well-dressed man. She gasped as his strong hands took control of the movement, feeling him press against her. Her head lolled back against his shoulder and she looked across the club with hooded eyes.

Everywhere they fell she could see other couples dancing. She moaned at the sight of a young blonde having her nipples suckled through the opaque fabric of her dress. While another man flipped the skirt up and was fingering her shaven pussy to a climax.

The man behind her grunted with each thrust he made having been further aroused by the same sight. She pressed back against him as she felt his rigid erection press into the groove of her backside.

A Dalliance From Ti[M]es Abroad

I spotted her from across the smoking area, wearing a sun dress. I'm a sucker for a summer sun dress, the way it flows and reveals, the way it lets a womans' body speak for itself. I was abroad, and my grasp of the language was not at a fluent level. I am not a sharp dresser, and don't necessarily present myself well. Also, I was sporting a mustache, which many women find to be an either-or sort of feature. My confidence was not initially high.

There were mitigating factors, however. I was a foreigner, and as such could play to the exotic even though I'm normally an everyday sort of dude. I was hanging with friends, among whom were some beautiful girls, so my trustworthiness was upgraded from the get go. Also, I was drinking copiously. My shyness was, in the end, no barrier. I made my way through the crowd and we started talking over lagers.

meeting for the first time [MF] [First Person]

I'm disappointed because you can't come see me as we initially planned, and I'm trying to manage my feelings. I try to let myself feel the disappointment, temper it with rational thoughts. I'm concerned because negative feelings often turn to apathy, and I want to hold onto this. I don't want to tell you I'm disappointed because I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to care, and I don't know if you, like me, get weary when someone cares too quickly. As a compromise to myself, I jokingly say that we should meet in Havana instead, a throwback to my initial message to you. You say, "make it Kingston, and we'll take a puddle hopper." So we do, and you fly the plane. I don't know where or how the arrangements were made for the plane, but it's just me and you.

I'm fixated watching you push buttons and move levers on a dashboard that looks vast to me, but your movements seem effortless, like a musician at a piano. You're wearing cargo shorts, and I'm fighting the urge to slide my hand up your thigh. I want to feel your cock in my hand. I want to learn how to move my hand precisely to make it bulge. I want to see how my hand looks wrapped around it, whether my nail polish goes well against color of your skin. I want to watch droplets of cum form around the tip; and I'm biting my lip, thinking about licking those droplets off.