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Reunion with cum slut ex-GF leads to hooking up in a hotel bathroom [M/F]

This happened several years ago, but I still think about this encounter on more than one occasion.

Jessica and I had been high school sweethearts, but college and life had flung us across the country from each other. We were our first for most things, and found that we both had a taste for the kinkier side of sex at a young age. She is a total submissive, and she was always so much fun to play with. As we got older we would often hook up with each other (sometimes when single, a lot of times when not) because we had such a spark. To this day she still gives the best head I have ever received, and this afternoon in question would turn out to be no exception.

So, a few years ago she was coming through my city and conveniently had just gotten out of a relationship. I had as well, though things were messier on my side – I had been living with an ex, and although we were broken up she was still looking for a new place. Awkward relations at home to say the least. Read more »

I saw my fuck buddy tonight and it was so hot I have to spill [F,M]

Hi! I had written a couple of stories about my Marine fuck buddy – one was about the night we met and another when I sucked him off. Hold on, it's going to be long.

Friday last afternoon we had a steamy text exchange while I was waiting for my bus home from work. I told him about how I was playing with myself when I got home from seeing him Thursday – he asked how it felt because I help engage in his fetish so I described it in vivid detail – slippery, wet, I could still smell his skin and thought about his kisses and the way he teased me with his cock, how I curled my toes and thrashed on the bed when I came. He was turned on – "I'm at the grocery store and you're making me hard." I texted back "Sorry but you asked." Him: "No worries…." then "I did ask and that was hot"

I was getting so wet I practically soaked my panties.

I'm SG, he's M (for Marine)

SG: I'm afraid I'm going to leave a wet spot on the bus seat. I'm so turned on and the bus vibrates and hits bumps on the road. I don't know how I'm going to stay cool. Read more »

A visceral, raw attempt to explain my sexuality. Posting in hopes some can relate. [fsub] [fM] [fm]

Am I the only who has struggled with deviance?

I write this in hopes that you will understand me.

I've struggled with my sexuality for as long as I can remember.

As a child, before I even knew what sex was, I recall having the most debased fantasies that my memory has hidden from me until recent years of high school and middle school (I will explain my discovery later). I found that when I straddled my toddler-sized purple plastic chair, thoughts of Jasmine kissing Jafar under his spell would surface and feel…interesting. When my mom caught me in this act, she asked me why I was doing what I was doing. I pondered the question for a long while, and finally answered that it gave me a tickly feeling. I told her that I thought about Jasmine and Aladdin on a carpet ride, because how could I explain what I was thinking? I imagined Jasmine hypnotized, Jasmine being forced to do the splits by a machine, Jasmine being put under Jafar's spell and coerced into kissing him in front of Aladdin. Read more »

Oral sex in the camp office [m/f]

Emily was my first college fling. She was a gorgeous brunette, with green eyes, handful sized tits and what an ass. We "dated" through Spring semester. We had a lot of firsts together, and did pretty much everything but PIV or anal sex. We mutually agreed to cut things off at the end of the school year.

I was working at a summer camp in the mountains that summer, as a photographer. There was no cell reception or WiFi at camp, so communication with the outside world was limited.

Even though we did have Internet, Emily would write me letters. She loved having an excuse to use paper mail. I wrote her back and so we stayed in touch. A few weeks into the summer Emily told me she would come up to visit. She had a few other friends on staff.

On the day Emily was supposed to arrive I was crazy busy and lost track of time. When I saw her I was caught completely off guard. She was wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts. To lost people, it didn't show off her toned swimmers body. But I knew exactly what was under the thin layers of fabric and I knew I wanted her badly. Read more »

Slut for a night [Str8][M/F][oral][Fsub][creampie]

Hi everybody, This is my first attempt at erotica. I'd love any suggestions or comments. Thanks

On to the story —- He sat waiting for her to come home, planning and plotting a new experience for her tonight. Once she walked opened the door and stepped into the apartment he was on her, his mouth hot against hers. They stood in the doorway exchanging kisses getting hotter and hotter, their tongues darting in and out. He pulled her tight against him her sexy curves held tight against body. She gasped slightly at his intensity and her bags dropped to the floor, forgotten. One of his hands held the small of her back, holding her tightly to him. The other slowly cupped the tight roundness of her ass. His hand squeezed and caressed that taut roundness and slowly slipped down her leg. He lifted her leg and it coiled around him pulling him back into her. His hand gently pushed her skirt up higher and higher exposing the lacy top of her stockings, the straps of her garter belt and finally cupping the swell of her ass cheeks and slipping a finger under her thong to feel nothing between his hand and the warm flesh of her ass. Quickly and wordlessly the finger under the thong began to rub up and down the crack of slit. She moaned softly into his mouth as his finger began to brush her clit and then apply a light pressure to her opening in turn. Read more »

A lazy Sunday morning [m/f]

This is a story about me [m, 25] and my wife [f, 23] on a recent Sunday morning. We wrote it in the present tense and in first person so it would be more relatable to our fellow Redditors. We've haunted this sub for a while, but this is our first post!

It's a Sunday. We've been looking forward to today for six weeks because we're going to see a show in the city, an early anniversary gift to ourselves. We haven't been to too many theater productions before, so it's exciting to be doing something out of the ordinary. We're giddy to get going but not excited enough to get out of bed. It's a crystal clear morning and at 6:55am the sky is just barely starting to turn from midnight blue to pink and orange. The light brushes through the shutters of our bedroom and casts such a relaxing and enchanting aura over the bed that we find it difficult to pull ourselves out of bed most days. At night the house cools down to a temperature that encourages cuddling. Almost every morning we wake up only half way, enough to blindly fumble through the covers, find each other, remove all the space between us, and fall asleep again. Our down comforter and each other's comfort is far more enticing than getting out of bed and getting dressed. Read more »

Tied to a chair and teased – part 1 – F/mf – True – Bondage

Stacy was wild. Too wild really, but at the time it was amazing. This is the story of a bet I lost with her.

Stacy was almost a cliche, the woman that has all the "male" traits. Obsessed with sports, sex and being tough. No one fucked Stacy, Stacy fucked them. Deep down though, Stacy loved being conquered. For years our sex life had been aggressive and a struggle. The general rule of thumb was that if I could beat her or overpower her, that I could do what I wanted. Betting was a key part of our sex life and so often her outlet for her submissive feelings.

We dated and fucked off and on for years. Had threesomes and what not, both refusing to define our relationship.

Things were different now though. Stacy at this point was officially my girlfriend and after years of a bizarre sex life had finally come to accept that she was submissive, or at least liked being submissive with me. I was, at the time, the only man she had ever been submissive with, she more often than not dominated, naturally, men and women she was with. Read more »

He Tells Me Not to Call Him James [MF]

Mahogany. That's what I think it is called. You know. That rich wood important people have. Anyway, that's what greets me upon arriving: a huge mahogany door.

I don't know whether to knock on it or simply wait in the hallway. I don't know what I am to him. I don't– but, interrupting my thoughts, the door swings open. Wide. Inside is only darkness, however, and it scares me. Who opened the door?

I tentatively walk closer, pulling down the short skirt I was instructed to wear by official.

As I get nearer, I see a single candle lit by a pristine leather couch on which sits a man with his feet up. His eyes are piercing. His hair looks cool as fuck. He's wearing an expensive suit. I can tell that even from here. Hmmm…

I almost tiptoe to the door in response to seeing this mysterious figure in such a relaxed position. I take a deep breath and knock on the door frame.

"Come in. That's why the door's open. Come the fuck in." The man says, gruffly, not moving an inch.

"I– I'm sorry. I didn't know. I.." I stammer. Read more »