My [21] boyfriend [23] showed his coworker [40s ] a porn video he made with me. [MMF]

First of all, for those who follow me, I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a while. I started a new job, went back to school, and moved, all within the span of about 6 weeks, so it’s been hectic.

My boyfriend, Drake, likes to partake in risky/kinky sexual endeavours with me, and I post them here sometimes. You can check my profile for more of our crazy sex stories! ;)

There’s a bit of backstory, but if you want to skip ahead to the really good bits, they start where it says “THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING”.

Drake’s a professional musician, but he worked at an auto shop as a mechanic for several years before going full time with his music. During slow periods (such as right now; his band recently signed to a new label so it’s been a dead couple of weeks for him while they transfer over management and begin booking shows and events under the new label) he still gets flag time there sometimes, and will come in part time sporadically throughout the year to help with especially heavy days and big projects.

My breakup roadtrip: Night 1 [MF]

So, when I was about 20 I was seeing a guy and we had plans to take a roadtrip for the long weekend. As it got closer, him and I got worse and worse. We finally ended it and I would say we both were hurt. Somethings were said and there was a fight.
I had the weekend free and decided to still take the roadtrip as sitting at home for a long weekend wouldn’t do me any good and my friends already had their plan. I wasn’t sure what was ahead of me, but I packed some condoms…in case.

I drove for a few hours and stopped at the first place we were planning (hotels were paid for). I got dressed up and went out looking to make myself feel better. I had some dinner alone and was enjoying a drink at the hotel bar. I ended up chatting with the bartender most of the night.

I remember him being very tall (probably 6’6″ish and lanky. He was quite skinny ( didn’t hit the gym) and a bit dorky. He was nice and not at all my type. It was nice to chat with him. He was very kind and great at his job entertaining the people at the bar.

Double Trouble[MMF][DP][Anal]

Kelly sat, legged crossed, across from her two new friends. If you can call them friends. The two men had met her at a bar just hours earlier and invited her over for a drink.

Mark had talked to her for a while and she was clearly flirting with him, though he was about 20 years her senior. She had this aura to her, innocent seeming but with a kind of experience. He invited her back to his place after it became clear that she was a shy yet willing participant for an evening of fun.

Kelly was wearing a yellow knee length pencil skirt and a royal purple halter top. Her heels were sensible and her slim, short frame was accented by her short, blond hair. Her lips were nude and her eyes were naked except for subtle black mascara. She appeared sweet, innocent, but little did the men know, she knew exactly what she was doing there.

Her best Her [MF]

“Dr. Bloom will see you now, Ana.” The nurse is cute. A bit thin, but tall and athletic. Ana idly wonders if she is fucking the doctor, isn’t that the cliche? Ana is a cynic and a skeptic, and she knows she is being unfair to this woman she’d barely met, and to the doctor.

Dr. Bloom has a great reputation among Ana’s closest friends. Lisa came home from his office, and after those first two visits she hadn’t touched a cigarette again. She was a changed woman. Lisa was positively glowing under Bloom’s care, and all she could tell Ana was “it’s really life changing, what he does.” She said it almost dreamily, like she was remembering … something.

Lisa was a bit of a flake, and Ana wouldn’t have given Dr. Bloom a second thought until Deb went to him. Deb was part of the friend group, but she was tough to be around. She took pride in “telling it like it is,” but that was just code. She was a bitch. She’d yell at anyone, and have fun doing it. She yelled at a police officer over a month ago, poking him in the chest as she argued with him. She was sentenced to therapy in addition to a hefty fine. She chose therapy with Dr. Bloom. Deb was downright lovely the last two weeks, his treatment of her bad attitude and explosive temper was eerily effective. Just like with Lisa, whenever Ana asked how he did it, the answers were vague, and in Deb’s case accompanied by an uncharacteristic dopey smile.

My boyfriend [M] and I [F] give each other oral (his POV!!) UPDATE TO: getting eaten out for the first time ??

Hey everybody!!! Sooo my posts so far have been from my POV, and lots of people wanted one from Ashton’s so here you go :)!!

If you’re new to my posts, hi! I’m Tessa (5’6, female, 20 year old college student, blonde hair and blue/grey eyes) and I write about me and my boyfriend, Ashton (tall as heck, 23, dark hair, green eyes and also a college student).

I’m very inexperienced, I’m still a virgin and everything I’ve done has been with Ashton. Him on the other hand is the total opposite, and so anyway here’s his point of view from a few mornings ago!!!

Hi guys, Tessa’s boyfriend here. She (finally) let me read what she’s been writing on here, and after some convincing and persuading we’ve decided to let me write from my perspective about a time we had last week. I realise it won’t be as cute as her but writing, but hopefully it should give some more insight into my girl and allow me to be a bit more crude for you all.

The Massage pt1 [WIP][MF][mast]

The Massage

“Just relax. It’s just a massage” you tell yourself as you lie on the table.
As you wait for him to return, you reflect on the series of events which led you to be on a massage table, completely naked save for a light sheet covering you.

It all started a week ago when your girlfriend gave you a coupon for a free massage…..

You were at one of your favorite haunts, having a few drinks, taking in some of the talent and generally just having a good time.

“Hey!, I got you something” she says as she slides a plain white envelope across the table
“What’s this?” you say.
“It’s just a little something for you. You work so hard and have been stressed out lately so I thought you could use a little ‘me time'”
“‘Me time’?”
“Yeah, just open it”

Inside the envelope you find a small certificate for a free massage. The envelope smells faintly of pinewood and rain, which you find odd yet strangely appealing.

My Navy Corpsman (me) Marine (them) Gangbang [Group]

Hi Y’all,

Here on Presidents Day I thought I’d share a story (long one, jump down for the good stuff) of a very memorable Presidents Day that took place when I was in the Navy. For those that don’t know I was once a Navy Corpsman back in the mid 90s (yes I’m old). One of the places I was stationed was at Roosevelt Roads Naval Air Station in Puerto Rico (when it was still open, don’t ask me my opinion of Puerto Rico unless you want a very honest opinion). I worked at the Naval Hospital and lived in nearby Fajardo in a pretty nice apartment tower called Dos Marinas.

One of the least popular things to do in the Navy is pull Duty. Duty means you have to show up to work as normal and once your day ends you go on Duty which means you sit and become the hospital answer desk for 12 hrs until the hospital comes to life again the following day. If who you work for is nice they’ll let you get some rest once you come off Duty but in my case I had to go back to work as at the Internal and Flight medicine clinic. That next day happened to be President’s Day but there was a group of Marine helicopter pilots off the USS Wasp needing some physicals. The Wasp which is essentially a Marine troop carrier had pulled in for refueling and R&R. Because of this I knew there were going to be a ton of Marines everywhere looking for fun and as a burgeoning slut I wasn’t about to miss that opportunity.

Bar Three [MF, FM]

We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe. We are the new meat.

Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.

She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down.

Back of the Bar [FM, MF]

We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe.We are the new meat.

Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.

She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down.

[FM] Not the usual kind of “blind date”

A few months ago, I received a random message online from someone. He claimed to know me from years before, but he had used a fake profile name and must’ve known that trying to figure out who he was would drive me insane. If he really was someone who I had been with in the past, as he claimed, then it shouldn’t have been too difficult to figure it out.

Except for the fact that I’ve been with a lot of men, and was fairly certain that it was someone close to me, just messing with me and having a little laugh to themselves. As it turned out, I was wrong about that guess, he really was someone who I hadn’t seen in years, and he really had been someone I had fucked, but someone I never would have thought would ever attempt to reconnect with me.