Tag: G-spot

Two Guys One Me [FMM]

One of my girlfriends from college and I meet up every year in a different destination. She’s in a city without a decent airport on the east coast and I’m in the most boring town known to man, so it’s been fun for us to plan a long weekend somewhere new every year.

Of course, that didn’t get to happen in 2020, but in 2019 we picked Chicago. I’d just landed at Midway on a Friday afternoon when my phone started buzzing nonstop. There was some lousy weather pushing through off the Atlantic, and her connecting flight was canceled. She’d been rescheduled for the following day, so I was on my own for the rest of the night.

We had a dinner reservation at a really trendy seafood place, which I decided I didn’t want to go to alone. I opted to get some pizza at a little pizza joint by the hotel, and I headed to the bar to get a drink. In all honesty, I was exhausted. It had been a long week, so I just planned on getting a cocktail and returning up to the room to turn in early. Read more »

Story I wrote about a married couple [mf]

*6:30 AM*

A married couple lays on a messy bed, clothes scattered around it. The alarm goes off. He slowly wakes up and turns it off. His wife has the day off so she doesn’t have to wake up with him. After a few moments of holding his wife in his arms, he stands up and walks over to the bathroom. On the way over he gathers the clothes on the floor and throws them into the laundry.

As he turns on the shower and soaps himself in his wife wakes up from all the noise. A smile forms on her face as she remembers what they had done last evening. She stands up, walks over to the bathroom and opens the door. Her face lights up as she sees him standing in the shower, his cock soaped in. “Good morning”, she says. He turns around and in the doorway is his wife, naked, looking at him. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” To his surprise, she doesn’t join him but instead walks downstairs. He quickly finishes showering, gets dressed for work and heads downstairs as well. Read more »

My [F] project to try to make myself squirt

I have really wanted to experience what a squirting orgasm would feel like for quite a long time now and would often try to make myself, but over lockdown I made it one of my projects as I had a lot of spare time on my hands.

I usually take the opportunity to try when no one else is in the house (although I did take a long hiatus cuz lockdown got sort of too much… but since this I started sexting a friend recently I’ve been back at it) I normally put a bunch of cushions and pillows on my bedroom floor and then a towel underneath me (I feel like if I try on my bed I get worried about ruining the mattress even with a towel if I was successful)

I start off in my bed, warming myself up, watching some clips on NSFW subreddits, pornhub, and lately, looking at my friends videos she sent me. Sometimes I make myself cum the way I would normally masturbate, either just rubbing my clit, or fingering myself a little while I rub my clit. Read more »

A favorite story from the beginning of my 34 [M] sex life with my wife 32 [F]

So, my wife and I started out as work friends for years and years. Secretly, we were both crushing on each other hard. The only problem? We were both married.

Long story short, we eventually confessed our feelings to each other and it wasn’t long before I was getting her sweet, sweet pussy.

The first time we ever fucked, I wasn’t sure where I should cum. She insisted I unload inside her pussy. She had an IUD.

Once we started fucking, I had no idea if she was still fucking her (now ex) husband, and I didn’t ever ask her in those early days.

One day, we were doing our thing in her office. She was sitting on her desk and we were making out. I reached up her skirt and started to rub her soaked twat over her panties. I could tell she was aching for satisfaction, so I pulled her panties off. She spread her legs and my hand went to her clit.

Then she did this weird thing. She kinda grabbed my head and pulled up, like she had anticipated that I might go down on her and she didn’t want me to do that. Read more »

A friend [M] I studied abroad with and I [F] hooked up early in the semester [nsfw] [cheating] [true story]

We hadn’t been in the country long; most of us couldn’t name half of the other students in our study abroad group. I stuck close with the girls from my college, one ended up being my roommate, another wasn’t far away on the Metro. In a crash-course language program, I’d made friends with a girl from another small college elsewhere in our home country. The only other student from her college was Kevin, so he joined our group despite being the only guy. In retrospect, I think he liked it more than he let on. Kevin ended up within walking distance of my host family’s place, we quickly became thick as thieves during after-class adventures around our new city, especially since he and my roommate were taking courses at the same place this semester. Before any of us even had time to get to know our host families, all of them had taken off on a long-weekend destination wedding vacation for someone’s daughter. My little friend group wasted no time taking advantage of this country’s lowered drinking age; we stormed the nearest grocery store for a whopping eight bottles of wine, and returned to our place (my roommate and I played the “two of us already live here” card a lot for the rest of the semester; most of our gatherings took place around our host family’s kitchen table) to teach each other drinking games. I hadn’t been a drinker back home, so the smallest amount of wine made me goofy as all hell. After a few hours and disappearing at least six bottles of wine, I changed into my pajamas, and took off my makeup as a hint that I was tired and wanted the party to end. Read more »

The Red Suitcase-Chapter 4 [cuckold] [bisexual] [consensual]

CHAPTER 4

Disclaimer: sexually explicit, bisexual, cuckold, light BDSM.

I woke up naked with a hand on my dick. With the blackout curtains closed in my room it was hard to tell what time it was so I took my hand off my cock, rolled over to look at the clock. After waiting for my eyes to focus I could see that the conference was about to start as the time was edging up on the eight-thirty mark. My tongue felt like something was growing on it and I was sure my breath could stop a charging water buffalo.

I made my way to the bathroom and pissed then brushed my teeth while I searched the room for my phone. It was sitting on the desk next to the charger, unplugged and dead. That would explain why my alarm didn’t go off and why I hadn’t heard a call from Kim, I thought, plugging my phone into the charger.

I laid back down, thinking about last night and all the things that my wife might have made her little sub do and how my wife might have got off while with her little sub as I started stroking myself. I got up to find the pants that I wore last night to see if I could smell Becky’s cum on them. Read more »

[MF] D/s. Showing off his good girl.

The room was dark and just a little on the cool side, as I settled onto the bench. My skin was tingling with anticipation, and my nipples began to harden in the air as my master arranged my naked body the way he wanted it. He bound my hands above my head, checking I was comfortable. It was to be a long session today.

Master’s fingers teased my already hardening nipples to their pretty peaks, twisting and pulling to get a reaction from me, a slight moan of pleasure, before my gasp of pain as he tightened the clamps on them, a chain connecting them to my collar.

“Good girl” he told me, with a kiss on the cheek, his voice low and telling of how turned on he was, his fantasy about to be fulfilled.

Softly his fingers traced over my stomach and down my thighs, where he roughly forced my knees apart, making me draw a sharp breath at the suddenness of it. He fixed my feet and knees in place and I heard him moving about in the darkness. Anticipation filled me and I confess I started to get a little damp from the expectation of what was to come. Read more »

Harp, 2019.

This was one of my love letters that I wrote a couple of years ago. I don’t feel the same about the person I wrote it for but I remember the joy I felt when I wrote it. I’m trying to retrace some steps here to rediscover my joy for this kind of writing.

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Nude Resort Sex

It was my third day at The Spruces, one of the nicest nude resorts in northern California. A friend had recommended it to me because the resort was pretty cool about allowing single men to be members, and since I was now single, that was great with me. I was standing in the pool, talking to a man and his wife. The water lapped at my thighs and the sun beat down on my back. I had made friends with them here at the resort the day before. They were in their late 50s, in good shape, and both were extremely tan. She had nice drooping tits and a trimmed pussy. He had the air of an executive and his body was mostly shaved, except for a bit of grey pubic hair just above a very thick cock. Read more »

Massage Parlor Girls 6 [OC]

Candace took another hit off her vape pen containing sativa oil to help her press on with her day of massaging naked men, then jerking them off, at the parlor she had been working at since her freshman year in college. She first took the job because her bank account was overdrawn, which was the result of her aunt cutting the girl off financially, coupled with a mild shopping addiction. Now that her balance was flush and her bills were paid, Candace continued stroking the cocks of traveling businessmen and sex addicts out of a lazy desire to have nice things but not need to work terribly hard to get them. She had already made five hundred dollars that day and she didn’t particularly have the money earmarked for any purchase. She simply liked having the cash in her pocket and had long ago abandoned any feeling of shame that one might have felt for performing sex acts for money over and over. That day, Candace had been particularly cruel with some of the men, using her fastest stroke to end their time at the table quickly. If she was feeling generous, she’d draw out their orgasm longer by slowing down as they ventured too close to bliss. Other times, she’d flirt with them, which, in her opinion, the men liked even more than ejaculating. Read more »