Tag: G-spot

[FM] Fucked an older guy after our first date

Hey reddit. This is my first time posting here. I am a 26 yr old female, 5’6″, blonde, blue eyes, C cup breasts, athletic body. I was actually a virgin until last year, but since then I have absolutely loved exploring my sexual side. This encounter happened two nights ago.

I have always been attracted to older men, both emotionally and sexually. I met Andy, who is 45, on a dating app several weeks ago. We talked every day since, and despite our age difference, we had a fair amount in common. Apparently he had never dated anyone close to my age before. He was recently divorced and had kids, who he so clearly loved, and that made him all the more attractive to me. He was incredibly sweet and genuine, and was not seeming to just want to randomly fuck a young girl. We never talked about anything sexual; the closest being one night he said he wished he was there to give me a kiss goodnight, and immediately followed it with “Of course I don’t want to overstep my boundaries..” little did he know I was totally fantasizing about him! Read more »

Threesome turns foursome [MFMF] [GROUP]

A few months back I matched with a couple on Feeld (aka 3nder until they got sued by Tinder for coming up with an awesome spin-off name). The app, as you might have guessed, is essentially Tinder for couples and singles seeking group sex. In a previous relationship, my girlfriend and I had a couples profile. We opted for a free trial of the paid version, which allowed us to see who swiped yes already. In less than a day, there were literally *one thousand* single men had.

Competition is fierce for single men in the swinging world. And having been on the other side as a couple, I’ve seen guys who look like they belong on the cover of Men’s Fitness. The reverse, however, is also true. There are plenty of people who should be content that one person wants to fuck them, let alone two.

And though it may now be more accepted than it once was, swinging is still a very niche community. Which means there aren’t many fish in the proverbial sea. On Tinder, I could spend ten days swiping through potential matches. With Feeld, it’s about ten minutes. The term “unicorn” is used by couples to define the elusive bisexual, single woman. Likewise, I’ve begun calling hot couples looking for single males black swans. Sure they exist, but not with any sort of regularity. Read more »

ABC’s of my sex life… [MF]

So here I am. Almost 30. Wavy, auburn hair. Brown eyes. Light Irish skin that freckles easily. Small B cups, but a firm, round ass on the large side. I’m 5’4″ and slender, though I haven’t been to the gym as much as I’d like lately, so lacking some tone. And I have three men in my life. Well… two, and one that I fantasize about. And by sheer coincidence, their initials are A, B, and C.

A is more benefits than friend. We met on a date this summer that went nowhere after one hot night together. And then I got wrapped up in someone else and largely forgot about him. Until I found myself single again and came across A’s profile on a dating app. We reconnected, met for a drink, and began a mutually beneficial arrangement.

A is maybe 5’8″, compact and fit. He has a broad chest and incredible arms… and the most expressive face. I love watching him as we fool around and fuck. I can see every feeling, every moment of pleasure cross his features. Read more »

[M]y [F]irst Craigslist hookup – fun with a divorced woman (31m 34f)

I had responded to Craigslist personal ads before, but had never actually gone through with them. This time, though, it would be different. My cock hadn’t had any action aside from my right hand in about 2 months and I was ridiculously horny. I got home around 7:30pm after having 3 or 4 after work drinks, and I figured I would just browse some Craigslist ads, watch some porn and learn to love myself a little bit more. I searched Craigslist for w4m casual encounters and saw a few recently posted ads, some of which even seemed like they might be real people. One in particular caught my attention – a 34 year old recently divorced, slightly chubby woman that just wanted to get laid. Her pic was sexy as hell, and despite having a few extra pounds they were all in the right places. Her pics were of her in lingerie and I could see that she had nice big tits and a nice curvy body, although she didn’t show her face in the ad. Read more »

[F] 20 [M] 19 squirting in a frat basement

I am a M 6’2″ 250 lbs brown hair blue eyes. She is a F 5’6″ 180lbs dark brown hair and brown eyes.
So it is the morning of our first pledge event and I am living in the house. My girlfriend stays the night and two of my drunk fraternity brothers are crashed in my room. We wake up and start making out. I have my hand under her shirt and she is rubbing my cock through my boxers. I am alternating between pinching her nipples and sucking on them. I pull off her pants and start lightly fingering her. She is so wet it’s amazing. I start to rub her clit as I suck on her neck. Then I push a finger inside of her and slowly finger her. She grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. She pulls down my boxers and grabs my hips pulling me into her. I slide inside her tight pussy and slowly start to push just the tip in. We are slowly fucking and are both desperate to actually fuck. I grab a blanket and wrap her up. I carry her down to the basement and lay her on the blanket. We start to fuck hard and fast. Our hips are meeting with a wet smacking punctuating each thrust. I can’t hold in much longer so I speed up and then pull out covering her stomach with my cum. She hasn’t cum yet so I go down and start thrusting two fingers deep inside her. She in moaning and writhing on the floor trying to stay quiet. I curl my fingers up to make them larger and try to find her g-spot. As I do this she starts to squirt all over my hand and the carpet.

[MF] Rachel [kink, anal]

I surprised her coming out of the bathroom. We had just gotten back to her apartment after a night on the town, and I let her go first once we got back in.

“When I get done, you will be naked on the bed, fucking yourself with your vibrator. Understand?”

Her eyes went wide, and she nodded.

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Of all the places to meet someone, I found Rachel on Feeld, formerly known as 3nder. I was skeptical of the possibility of actually meeting anyone worthwhile using it, but she was a pleasant surprise. About 5’6″, curves for days, and dark hair that went down to her ass, just slightly graying at the temples.

We hit it off very quickly, and our messaging soon turned into ridiculously long phone calls. We were slightly geographically incompatible – she’s in NYC, I’m about 4 hours out. Until we could break free of our responsibilities, we behaved like a couple of dumb teenagers. We synced up movies and watched them together, I sang and played guitar to her until my fingers were raw.

After about a week of that, I volunteered to head down to New York for work, and arranged to go a day early so I could spend time with her. Read more »

<MF> At the art museum (long)

She was full of questions and eye contact. He told her of the history of another and another painting as she listened with an approximation of attention. If she’d asked him to repeat what he’d just said he couldn’t have obliged her. He was aware that he was speaking a familiar speech that he’d given to tour groups of grandmothers and art students before her but he couldn’t say at what point in the speech he was. He could draw her deep blue eyes from memory though. He knew the brushstrokes that would paint her hair.

At the end of each speech at each painting she riddled him with questions. Had this artist been influenced by a certain other artist? From whose collection did the museum receive it? Had it been offered or was it pursued? How many times had they asked? She knew the answers. He felt her study his reactions at each question mark. He felt her undressing him with her eyes from his knowledge downward.

“What is your least popular exhibit?” she asked, her gaze penetrating him as he welcomed more.

“The furniture on the lower level.”

She stepped forward. “Why isn’t it popular?” Read more »

<MF> At the art museum (long)

She was full of questions and eye contact. He told her of the history of another and another painting as she listened with an approximation of attention. If she’d asked him to repeat what he’d just said he couldn’t have obliged her. He was aware that he was speaking a familiar speech that he’d given to tour groups of grandmothers and art students before her but he couldn’t say at what point in the speech he was. He could draw her deep blue eyes from memory though. He knew the brushstrokes that would paint her hair.

At the end of each speech at each painting she riddled him with questions. Had this artist been influenced by a certain other artist? From whose collection did the museum receive it? Had it been offered or was it pursued? How many times had they asked? She knew the answers. He felt her study his reactions at each question mark. He felt her undressing him with her eyes from his knowledge downward.

“What is your least popular exhibit?” she asked, her gaze penetrating him as he welcomed more.

“The furniture on the lower level.”

She stepped forward. “Why isn’t it popular?” Read more »

Trials in Pannonia: Amala’s Tale [MF] [Fantasy]

**Prelude**

The rain lashes against Caius’s exposed face, bitterly cold. His unit had been on the hunt for weeks and the weather had been against them the whole time. Rain, sleet, and snow to wear them down, but never a break to recover. They were close though he could feel it. The tracks were fresh and the guides from the village where unusually nervous. The celts were usually made of sterner stuff. Hard to believe some wolf had been giving them so much trouble.

A fortnight prior orders came down from the centurion that action was to be taken. For the past month the legion encampments along the southern Britannia coast had been harassed constantly. Some sort of beast was attacking nearly every night. Men sent out foraging would never return, sentries would vanish from their post, or worse be found torn limb from limb come morning. As one of the most elite decani in the Britannic legionary forces Caius was tasked with finding and killing the monster. Taking his eight men he set out into the pounding rain. Read more »

Trials in Pannonia: Amalas Tale [MF] [Fantasy]

**Prelude**

The rain lashes against Caius’s exposed face, bitterly cold. His unit had been on the hunt for weeks and the weather had been against them the whole time. Rain, sleet, and snow to wear them down, but never a break to recover. They were close though he could feel it. The tracks were fresh and the guides from the village where unusually nervous. The celts were usually made of sterner stuff. Hard to believe some wolf had been giving them so much trouble.

A fortnight prior orders came down from the centurion that action was to be taken. For the past month the legion encampments along the southern Britannia coast had been harassed constantly. Some sort of beast was attacking nearly every night. Men sent out foraging would never return, sentries would vanish from their post, or worse be found torn limb from limb come morning. As one of the most elite decani in the Britannic legionary forces Caius was tasked with finding and killing the monster. Taking his eight men he set out into the pounding rain. Read more »