[MF] Sweaty sex after a workout with a girl [f]rom [m]y dorm

It took me a while to decide about which encounter to write about first, and then an even longer while to find the time to sit down and actually write it. This happened the fall semester of my freshman year in college when I was 18.

I was on the swim team in college, but early on, I sustained a rotator cuff injury and needed to take some time off from the pool. I needed to keep my cardio up, so I took to heading to the gym a few nights a week (9 o’clock or so) to use the treadmill. Morning workouts weren’t really my thing and I was much more of a night owl anyway.

The treadmills at the gym were all in one long line facing a mirrored wall. It was awkward to run while staring at yourself so I mostly just zoned out and listened to music on my iPod.

Gynecological Exam Fantasy [M/F 18-30]

You went to the doctor’s office because you are overdue for a Pap smear or pelvic exam. Being a shy girl, you requested a female doctor at the front desk. After the nurse took your blood and pressure, I knocked on the store and entered. We met and greeted, and I asked why you were here. You told me that you were here for a pap smear.

Immediately, you asked if there was another female doctor or nurse.  You looked like a good girl, and I thought, I can’t wait to instruct her to take off her clothes, show me every inch of her body, and get the opportunity to explore and feel her from inside out. I told you there were no female doctors here today, and it’s only me, and I asked you if it’s okay for me to examine you and perform a pap smear and complete pelvic exam.

The thought of a stranger male performing such an intimate examination scared you. You started thinking and thinking, “Damn. I had never had a male stranger examine me like that before. He will see and feel my vagina.
He is probably my age. I have to open my legs wide and get fingered. I don’t know what to do. I’m not sure. But I don’t want to be rude. I hope it’s quick.” So you nervously agreed because you didn’t want to tell me no.

[MF] When my wife got anxious, I sent her into subspace

Mental health problems suck, yo. My own relationship is no stranger to them on both sides, and no one should be afraid of managing issues with therapy and drugs if needed. Even then, sometimes you have to put in real work to love yourself.

Or, if you’re in a relationship, your partner can, too. Physically.

I’ve had many a year to recognize the signs of an anxious spiral in my wife. I can see the body negativity, the imposter syndrome, a certain set of the shoulders and conflicted expression… it’s gotten better as time has gone by, but it always hurts to see it when it happens. Of course you start with talk: make it easier for her to ask for her wants and needs, give her the positive perspective she can’t see, give her comfort and touch. But sometimes it’s not enough. When that happens, I could let it run its course and have the love of my life struggling with intrusive thoughts all day… or I could fuck her until she snaps out of it.

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I remember when it started. She was lying on our bed, telling me about how she felt fat and out of shape and undesirable, and no amount of gentle coaxing from me would change her mind.

The time I [30M] ruined a trophy wife [MF]

One of the people I’ve been seeing flaked on plans last-minute, so I decided to reminisce. Hope you enjoy.

Vicky was a lot of things. Boring was never one of them.

She caught my eye on Tinder. Slutty lewds and married to boot. We matched and chatted. They were newly open and she wanted to explore.

We met for drinks. Swapped stories. I learned she had her own personal glow-up during quarantine and wanted more attention than she had been getting. This was her first Tinder date, ever. She tried to play it cool.

We met twice more. Conversations got increasingly flirty. She showed me lewds she took for her husband. I told her about my slutty adventures. She was getting curious.

I met her husband. Took her on a drive. We kissed. It had been over half a decade since her last first kiss (she was a good kisser). She started to lose control.

The worst sex of my life was with a man who had a very large penis [FM]

Jesus, I get asked about size so much from men who follow my account. I get why this is an insecurity, but I’m going to tell y’all a tale to set a few things straight.

*I’m writing this in two parts because I also fucked a very average-sized dude who made me climax into oblivion.*

Does size matter? Not in the way you think. I’m not going to lie, the two best male partners I’ve been with were quite large (my husband included). However, I don’t think their dick size made them magically good in bed. They were just confident and… um… creative.

I would also like to point out, one of my favorite sexual partners did not have a dick at all as she was, in fact, a girl. If anyone understands how little size matters, it’s queer girls. We don’t have a penetration obsession.

There has never ONCE been a time that a dude dropped his pants that I was like, “Oh man, that sucks.” You know why? Because I’m about to get fucked. All penises look good when they’re attached to someone I’m attracted to who is about to get freaky with me.

Horny Cougar Next Door For Luke

What was she doing? She knew he was half her age but she couldn’t help herself. She was probably as turned on by him as he was her. When she saw his light go out she went to bed but needed to finish what she had started and she began plugging her wetness with her [*d*](https://www.mommystoyshop.com/product-page/g-spot-rabbit-vibrator-purple-alpha-rabbit)*ildo* Her nipples were hard as stone as she rocked back and forth and orgasmed hard with a splash of cum all over the bed.[Read the rest](https://www.mommystoyshop.com/post/horny-cougar-next-door)

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Today, like most days, seems just the usual routine, the daily schedule, wake up, shower, kids, work, eat, and so on and so forth. But, today is special, as you may not realize, but today is the anniversary of our first kiss, and not just any kiss. I remember it like it was yesterday… ahh the memories… That is only just the beginning of our memories together. Today, I want to make another memory together, one that will stay with us for many years to come. Today, the weatherman forecasts a raging storm, and I forecast a raging passion between us. I know its been some time since we have had “us” time, but you will soon find out I have arranged something special, kids are away, and its our time, tonight.

You drive home from work, already the skies are darkening, filling with storm clouds. As you pull into the drive you notice that my car is there, already home and waiting on you. Coming up the path, you notice that no lights seem to be on and wonder if there is another power outage. But, as you open the door, you see many candles lit, and leading a path down the hall to our room, and with the hardwood floor covered with petals from tulips of every color, making this entryway a path to remember that’s for sure. Taking off your shoes and walking through the tulips, while smelling the sweet scent of the cool water candles we purchased together because we loved the scent.

[FF] She continues to use and fuck me. But this time I fuck her ;)

We have continued to see each other on a fairly routine basis. As luck would have it, I was traveling to her city for school and would need to stay for a few nights. I was able to have 3 nights with this woman. Even though we have been having sex for almost two months now I am still shocked how most of the escapades end up being blurry. How can I remember acutely what happened but the when of the situation gets fuzzy?

So, let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

First a little about us. She is wee. Like five foot wee. And small. Brown hair that will go crazy in rain and humidity and brown eyes that are lovely. Somehow even with her being wee and a woman she exudes big dick energy lol. No clue how. She is demanding and kind but looks at you like you are a meal. Her last meal. That she needs to devour slowly and completely. Something this small should not be able to throw me around like she does but shit. Her tits are the most perky damn things I have ever seen, and her body is so tiny but so fucking right. I am 5’4” and not wee. I’m not huge by any means, more curvy in a size 10 type of way. My ass is rather nice, and she says my boobs are by far her favorite: I just think that is because she is trying to get in my pants……continuously

Birthday Morning Fun [MF]

My husband’s birthday was the other day. He has a lot of favorite things, including back scratches, sleeping in, morning blow jobs. So to celebrate, I let him sleep in, woke him up with back scratches, then went under the sheets to give him a nice, sloppy BJ.

Starting slow with a few licks and kisses on his quickly growing erection, I throw a few sexy ideas at him to start thinking about. We recently have started chatting and exchanging photos with a couple of Redittors, so I suggested he think about them messing around in bed next to us as we were messing around.

Long licks, some deep throating, rubbing my lips and fingers up and down the sides of him. To finish him off, I take him deep in to my mouth, pressing my tongue against the bottom, and I begin to milk his cock for all it’s worth. He lets out a few groans and then explodes into my mouth, gifting me a mouthful of his warm cum.

[MF] I 45[M] bring my tinder date 35[F] home to my dungeon.

My wife and I are open/poly. I’m 6 ft, slim with longish (but neat) brown hair.

We had chatted on tinder for about a week and set up an impromptu date to get a drink. Her pics showed off a very pretty Thai girl with long black hair and a nose ring.

I got a table at the bar, and a minute late she walked in, wearing a tight dress that showed off a petite frame with a slightly thick ass. Gorgeous face, cute glasses, red lipstick.

We hugged hello and sat down and started chatting and laughing like old friends. We had a drink, continued to laugh and then she asked if we were getting another drink? I replied “or we could go back to mine and have a hot tub”. I paid the check and she followed me in her car.

Minutes later we were back at mine, and I asked if she would like to see the dungeon. She of course agreed.

In we went and I gave her a quick tour of all the toys and implements. She eyed the St. Addrews cross. I bragged about building it by hand, explained it could hold 1,000 lbs and I showed her the leather cuffs and asked if she’d like to test it. She simply held out her hands.