One Last Goodbye – (MF) (light BONDAGE) (ORAL) (ANAL)

Theirs was a torrid affair. Both in love with each other, both obligated to people who were runner up options. Their timing never seemed to work out for the long term relationship they both longed for, but their carnal desire to be together couldn’t be masked. This fact is so vivid it was to a point one of them always made sure they were never in the same place at the same time. Friends could feel the attraction between them. Through a series of conversations and revelations, it was determined they would meet one last time. While they still could, while at least half of them were not breaking a vow, they had to have each other once more.

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We had already enjoyed an afternoon of our usual antics: drinks, laughs, amazing oral sex and more drinks. Surprising you by popping in town was the best idea I had in a while. No one knows I’m here, and everyone you associate with believes you are leaving on a normal work trip. The perfect scenario. I rented a suite at the hotel we booked for one of our more risqué adventures: the semi-swingers night turned just the girls turned getting fucked nine ways to Sunday. A living room with a couch in the center surrounded by a sofa table and two side tables. The coffee table with usual hotel information. A pathway around the couch leading to a dining table and mini-bar and hallway that opens into the master suite and en-suite bath.

[MF] My first swingers club visit

This happened about 15 or so years ago when MSN groups was around. I was hunting around on the net and found one called ‘House of Fun’ which seemed to be a load of people from the UK just chatting, being rude and sharing pics (naked and otherwise). I joined up and joined in and was soon having lots of filthy fun, posting naked pics, having phone sex etc.

Every couple of months they had a meet-up at a swingers club (named after a colour changing reptile) which wasn’t far from where i lived so i put my name down as going and went along. I’d arranged to meet one of the women outside (as single men were subject to a surcharge and weren’t always welcome). We’d been leaving each other filthy answer phone messages of each other playing and cumming for a while and we’d shared pictures so i knew who i was looking for.

She was a really attractive blonde lady, slightly older than me, with a fantastic pair of boobs, she was slightly chubby but carried it so well. Basically she was built for sex!!

[MF] [Cougar] Cream Pie From My Son’s Best Bud

I tried to be a good mom, but I just couldn’t help myself.

Each time I saw him over visiting with my son when they got back from college, I would feel a tingle flow through my body. He looked so different from when he would come over years before. Maybe it was the long nights that I would spend by myself? That must have been it. It just drove me crazy. That’s the only explanation as to what I had done after seeing him come around again.

My son Alex’s friend was named Eric. He was tall, blond, and fairly skinny. There wasn’t anything remarkable about him besides the fact that he was so flirty and he had a great smile. It just made me feel young again. It had been a while since I had gotten attention like that. Sure, I would get an occasional catcall or have someone ask for my number, but it was always so forced and awkward.

Submitting to my Coach (pt. 1) [FM] [Cheating] [Fsub-Mdom] [Fingering] [Choking] [Orgasm Denial]

I’ve loved cheer-leading ever since I can remember, but now I’m 18, I feel like I’ve progressed a lot. If I’m ever feeling a bit down and think about skipping after-school practice, I just remind myself of my coach. He’s older, strict, tall and so sexy. With him staring at me in my short skirt, I get so wet that I’ve gotten used to bringing a spare pair of panties with me to practice. I routinely excuse myself half way through and change in the toilets so he doesn’t notice a damp spot. My boyfriend is the total opposite to him, immature and weak, he lacks confidence. Recently I haven’t been able to cum when we have sex unless I fantasise about Mr. Fisher.

Coach and I have gotten used to chatting a bit in his office after a session, it’s always pretty flirty and so much fun. After changing out of my cheer-leading costume, I’m sitting in his office now, wearing my thin top and tight leggings. It’s feels so intimate, just me and him.

“You’re getting really good, I think we should try take this to the next level.” he says, and I blush.

I [23M] fucked a kinky American slut [22F] in Tokyo after knowing her for 10 minutes [Tinder] [MF]

So this story only occurred a few days ago so I wanted to write it down while it was still fresh, as this isn’t an experience I ever want to forget.

I’m a 23 year old British guy and I was travelling around Japan at the time, it was nearing the end of my stay in Kyoto and I was about to head to Tokyo for my final few days. As is standard on any holiday I had been so busy travelling and seeing Japan I had been completely neglecting the desires of my penis, and at around the 2 week mark I began to realise how unbearably horny I was getting. The combination of seeing so many beautiful Japanese women everyday and a lack of sexual release had forced me to that climactic point of sexual desire that turns any self-respecting person to Tinder. I began swiping like the unwashed fanatic I was, before coming across the perfect lady, Jess, whom to my surprise and elation thought the same about me. We matched.

She was absolutely beautiful: long, mousy brown hair, toned body, a captivating face, with double D’s and a tight ass, and that’s just what I could gather from her photos. On top of all that she was American, which is every British guy’s fantasy.

Hotwife’s hot past, the cop part 1 [MF]

This story is true to the best of my knowledge. It is one that my wife, Tonya, has told me many times over the years and never fails to get me off.

Tonya was a cheerleader in high school and maintained her cheerleader body of thick muscular thighs and ass with a tiny waist, never going over 110 pounds, until she was 40. She also started working the over night shift at a local diner on weekends from when she was 16 until she graduated college. This story takes place during her time at the diner, around 30 years ago.

It was the Sunday night of a hot, southern, Labor Day weekend. Tonya was the lone waitress in the diner with one cook in the back. About 2 a.m. the diner was empty when a group of drunk rednecks came in to eat. Before they even ordered,  they started to fight out and the cops were called. The first officer to arrive was Armstrong. Armstrong was short, maybe 5’6”, and stocky with a reputation around for being a sadistic asshole that liked to beat people up. He was known to everyone simply as Armstrong or “Armstrong the asshole.” He was probably around 30 at the time and married but also had a reputation for fucking anything that would hold still. Armstrong came in swinging his night stick and quickly took over the scene. Watching him completely dominate the other men and boss the other cops around immediately made Tonya’s panties wet. Suddenly, Armstrong was the hottest man she had ever seen.

BFF with Benefits

Nicole was nervous. She had been wanting to make her friendship with Linda more intimate for months now but wasn’t sure if Linda was open to that type of relationship. They hung out regularly and sometimes had a drink or two and talked about just about everything. Last week when they were hanging out Linda had caught Nicole staring at Linda’s tits. Nicole was sure she had, but she didn’t get mad or offended and Nicole could have sworn Linda’s nipples got hard afterwards. She had been too scared at the time to do anything about it, but had been wishing all week that she had.

Now it was Friday night and they were going to hang out together again. Nicole’s plan was simple. Have a few drinks and make her move, but in such a way that if it didn’t work out it wouldn’t torpedo their friendship.

Gym Buddy – Part I [MMF] [cuck] [oral] [handjob] [blowjob] [sex]

This is the one of the first stories I wrote for someone, and they have granted permission to post it here, though they prefer to remain anonymous. If you are interested in a personalized story, please feel free to message me and we’ll talk about the dirty details!

I was used to people looking at me at the gym, and why not? I’d struggled with my weight when I was younger, but in my early thirties I took control of my weight, my health, my life. I bulked up, lost the extra poundage, and became someone people wanted to fuck. I picked up women at the gym regularly. Not necessarily trying to. This was about my own health after all. But once I had the arms, the chest, the back. Once I’d lost the gut. Women just started approaching me, sometimes at the machines, sometimes on my way out. And sometimes it was just fun flirtation. But sometimes we’d grab a juice, a drink, head back to one of our homes and muss up the sheets.

But this was different.

[MF] Birthday fun

Yesterday was my birthday, and being in your 40s means that it’s not a big deal like it used to be.

After we had put the kids to bed my wife opened a bottle of wine, got out some fancy desserts she had bought and we sat on the couch. When it was time to refill the wine she sent me to kitchen while she got the last present.

When I returned she was on the couch wearing a seethru baby doll nightie, no panties with her feet on the couch and playing with her pussy.

“You’ve been saying you want this. Happy birthday.”

For the past few weeks I’ve commented how I would just love her to randomly look at me and say “eat my pussy” when we’re sitting on the couch. Tonight is the night it was happening.

To add to it, she had gotten waxed the day before. She’s usually good about keeping everything neat in a “mom bush”, but now there were perfectly bare lips and the faintest hint of a landing strip.

That Ti[M]e I Got [F]ucked on a Train

I am a long time lurker who has decided it was high time I contribute to the community. Be gentle…

So this happened not long after 9/11. Given the state of air travel at the time, I decided to take a train from the midwest to Colorado. It was a decision I regretted almost immediately. At least I did until a hot young woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked if the seat next to me was taken. She was about 5’6″, with long brown hair, a great ass, and at least d cups. In other words she was FINE.

I was more than happy to tell her it was not, and that I would love the company. Anyone who has ever taken a train in the US knows that they are not fast, and we were facing 24 hours before we reached Denver. Over the course of the trip we got to talking and spent plenty of time in the bar car, and getting to know each other a bit. I learned that she was a flight attendant for United that was originally from Denver, and was headed to Colorado for her sisters wedding. Flights were still fucked from 9/11 so much like me, she decided that taking a train was the easiest way to make sure she made it home in time for the wedding.