Amy & Scott. My first story ever [mf][oral]

Scott opened the door to the small apartment he and Amy shared in Boston’s North End. “Hey, baby how was your field hockey game?” he asked and looked around. He was answered by a hand firmly clasping his right ass cheek. “It was good, but not as good as this is going to be” she said in her musical voice.

 

He smelled her before he saw her: the floral scent she wore daily and underneath the earthy yet refreshing musk of her sweat. She stepped around to face him. Her chestnut brown hair, bleached blonde at the ends, fell to her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face. Her big brown eyes sparkled at him underneath her bangs and her sensuous pink lips curved in a smile.

 

She pressed the flat of her hand against the crotch of his khakis. His half-hard cock ached with longing. “Someone’s glad to see me.” She grasped it between her thumb and two fingers and squeezed the shaft slowly yet firmly right beneath the head. It grew harder and more swollen.

 

High School Reunion [MF][bondage][public][long]

(NOTE – This happened about 10 years ago.)

I hate reunions. I didn’t attend my 10-year reunion, my 20-year reunion, my 25-year reunion, or the reunion of my college graduating class. I haven’t been to homecoming since I graduated college. My line of thought is that if we were close enough friends during the time, we’d still be in contact now … I have no desire to go into a room with people with whom I got along with marginally at best and re-live the ‘good old days’ like it was an episode of a sitcom.

But here I was at a reunion. My wife’s 20-year reunion.

I’m three years older than my wife, which created an issue in high school. As I looked around, I noted that everyone in the room would have been a freshman while I was a senior, which explained why I knew no one here except for the people who had been in the band (one of the few places where upper and lower classmen mingled). My wife, social butterfly that she is, had flitted off to re-introduce herself to someone. I stood off to the side nursing my third Crown on the rocks, listening to the DJ play music that was popular in the early 80’s and sincerely wishing I were somewhere … anywhere … else. I could think of a number of things I would have preferred to be doing. Several options leapt to mind. Having a wisdom tooth extracted, for example. Perhaps a vasectomy without anesthesia. Maybe an Oliver Stone movie marathon.

[MF]Another Epic Night With my Cougar Girlfriend [public]

So for those of you who have not been following my adventures, I’m a 21 year old fitness trainer who is dating a 47 year old MILF who for our purposes, I’ll call “Jessica”. You would never know that Jessica is 47. A combination of good beauty and workout routines along with a great plastic surgeon has given her perfect skin and a stunning body, especially when it comes to her legs and ass. Just thinking about that booty is giving me a raging hardon as I write this.

Jessica has 2 kids, a 12 year old girl and a 15 year old boy. She owns a high end women’s clothing store which has been very successful. I throw that in there because there is something about a woman who knows how to make bank that’s damn sexy to me! Her ex husband walked out on her a year ago, six months later we started dating and some combination of the divorce and hooking up with a much younger man has awakened a sexual beast in her that didn’t exist before. Here are some of our previous adventures to give you an idea of the sexual gold mine my 21 year old ass has stumbled upon:

[MF] The Road Where I Fucked an Ex-Girlfriend in the Backseat of a Two-Door Hatchback

*This is my first time trying this ever, and hopefully it isn’t too long. Open to feedback. Wanted to share something in return for lots of other people posting great stories.*

Most people can relate. Sometimes you date someone who is, to put it as plainly and kindly as possible, crazy. There’s something there, it seems like love, but when it comes down to it, the sex is what’s really keep you together. That was Kate.

This was during the summer of my final days of college. She was just barely 21 while I was almost four years older. She was my younger woman, or at least the youngest girl I’ve ever dated in terms of age difference. A suburban blond girl who rolled with the in-crowd in high school. Bleached her hair a little too much but always made it look good. Never liked being seen without makeup and constantly worried about it being impeccable.

Needy but self-sufficient. Liked the music I didn’t like, watched the TV shows that I hated. Intelligent from her book smarts, but not in the same frame of mind as me when it comes to common sense. Always calling me a nerd while being asked to be referred to as a princess.

Coachella gone wild [FM]

So this story takes place last year, the first time I went to Coachella, but, I’m already planning on going back for sure and have my tickets. Anyways, I’d been talking about going with my co-worker, we jokingly call each other our work hubby and work wife, we work in a pretty boring office and we’re the youngest by far, like 20 years younger than the next group, I just finished college. The place is pretty uptight, so we tease each other and have a good time.

So, my co-worker Tom tells me he got me a ticket – he just got out of a relationship and was pretty down, I think the ticket was his gf’s but he never brought it up. Anyways, he says he will take care of everything, all I have to do is showup and have fun. And I’m all about that, you can’t beat that offer.

Tom and I never really had serious chemistry and he was always with his gf, so we had more of a bro sis vibe going on the whole time we worked together. Which was fine with me cause I also had a bf most of the time, but him and I were kind of on and off, so I didn’t feel any issues with going to Coachella with him.

Looking for a woman’s perspective to help writing about multiple orgasms

As part of a story I’m writing, I need to describe the experience of a woman having multiple orgasms from her perspective. As a male, this is obviously something I have not experienced in first person, but I want to get this right. You read some things, but I’d prefer a personal testimonial to really ensure accuracy. None of the women that I am in a position to comfortably ask have reliably been able to have multiple orgasms. So now I turn to you, Internet.

After the first orgasm, how are the sensations different as you continue to be stimulated? Does your sensitivity change dramatically, and if it does, how do you address that? Do you prefer to switch to a different form of stimulation or different technique (ie toys vs fingers, penetration vs rubbing, clitoral vs g-spot, etc) for subsequent orgasms? Are the second and beyond orgasms experientially different from the first one? How does the rest of your whole body feel throughout the experience? Is it something you wouldn’t mind doing as part of every sexual encounter, if your partner could always get you there, or is it intense enough that you prefer it as a once in a while thing? Is there anything else unique about it that I haven’t even thought of but is very distinctive to the experience?

A mind-altering night [MF]

It was a long drive to the West Rand. My trusty GPS was guiding me to my destination but little did it know what awaited me. I arrived at the address I was given and gave my car’s hooter a short hoot. The gate opened and I drove in. I climbed out my car and caught my first glimpse of the woman I came to meet.

Short, with shoulder length dark hair; her smile was shy but unnecessarily so. She was wearing sunglasses which hid her beautiful eyes and combined with the cigarette she gently pursed between her lips gave her an air of sophistication. I have no doubt that Sophie Loren would have complimented this beautiful woman on her appearance.

I walked up to Catherine and gave her a hug. I kept my hand on her lower back and followed her inside her house. We went into the kitchen and uncorked the bottle of wine I had brought with me. She brought me two glasses and we proceeded to move to the lounge, but not before I poured the wine into the glasses. I sat down on one of the two seater couches in the lounge and Catherine sat on the other, intent on keeping her distance.

Look At Me [f] [solo] [exhibitionism]

Beth hasn’t had a good day, she was running late, she was ogled at by her old fart of a teacher and then teased by her sexy older boss at work and all of that on the hottest day of the year, and with her pervy neighbour at the window it’s going to get a lot hotter.

A story about a sexy redheaded coed, voyeurism, exhibitionism and a thick red dildo.

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Look at me

I’ve never been so glad to get into my car. Even though it’s so blisteringly hot I feel the seat burn the back of my thighs, who cares? It’s Friday, it’s the hottest day I’ve ever known and shit, I just wanna get home! I crank the windows all the way open and pop the top two buttons on my blouse, the edge of my bra’s showing but hell, I’ll be moving and it’s too damn hot for modesty.

Opening the windows brings in the smell of hot tarmac. I reach up and undo my hair, the brown’s starting to show through the red dye, I’m gonna have to touch it up soon.

[MF] Sleep-Breeding [kink] [internet-MFM?]

*My little and I have been into sleep play for a long while, having made her cum in her sleep on several occasions over the past two-plus years. However, she’s a fairly light sleeper on the whole, so fingers have been the absolute limit — she’d wake up just as she reached the apex. Last night, that changed.*

*For context, we are married but in a poly relationship, hence the mention of her boyfriend. That’s an LDR, so Snapchat is their friend. On to the story…*

**Preparation**

It started with one drink, then another, then 4 or 5 after that. At first I thought that she was just in a drinking mood, then she whispered, “I’m doing this for you.” I knew what she meant in an instant and I began to think about how to make this a success.

Her boyfriend made this one easy for me. He told her that he was going to get himself off and she requested pictures and video. He obliged, asking the same in return from her. So as we so often do, we began a little bit of fun for his entertainment.

‘Hood Watch 2: Rise of the Superpredator; [MF][fantasy][nc][huml][Mdom][Fsub][sm][raceplay]

I hope you enjoy this absurd dream I just had. It made me wake up in the middle of a wet spot. I haven’t even left my bed yet, and I’m already being productive. Thank you

-Starla

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Cynthia graduated from the police academy at the top of her class, with flying colors. She went above and beyond every other student to learn every concept, mentally and physically sculpting herself into the weapon the law so desperately needed. See, every minute of every day, our land is at war. Not just abroad, but right here. Everyone is afraid to admit it, except for Cynthia. She knew the deal. We are at war with the black man. And we must win, lest all that is great about America will be lost.

She began a hard, bloody campaign against the thug menace, leaving behind a river of blood and pepper spray, with broken bones lying along the riverbed to grow smooth and forgotten. She understood them, and could hunt them in their own lairs, and territory, fearlessly. Within months, she singlehandedly decreased the crime rate in her district, and filled the jails up to bursting with black and brown flesh.