The Lesbian [M] [F] [oral] [mast] [cum play] [anal] [cheat]

I was new to town. The first thing I needed to do: Join a gym. The gym is where I go to socialize and chat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all business once the headphones go on, but before and after, I’m chatting up everybody.

That’s when I saw her. She was a fit chick, long brown hair. Nike shorts and an old ratty shirt. I had to talk to her.

A week passed and we happened to both be training legs. I walked over and asked if she was almost done with her machine. She said I could work in. I introduced myself and soon, we were gym buds.

Her name was Kara.

Over the course of the month, I found out we actually had a lot in common. Same hobbies, same workout mentality, same music taste.

“Hey, let’s grab a coffee one day,” I said.

“How about Thursday after the gym?”

We friended each other on Facebook and I immediately stalked her page. She was into bodybuilding and had done some swimsuit competitions. Kept me busy for a few nights.

Half hour into our date, Kara said, “My girlfriend and I just ate a this great new restaurant.”

KISSED BY FIRE [FM, Str8]

The train thunders past as I run to try and catch it, but in vain. “Fuck!” I yell out causing an old man with a stroller passing me to turn his head and give me a disapproving look. “Fuck you too grandpa!” I add with such anger he hastily scurries away. I realise there is absolutely no way for me to make it on time anymore. Defeated, I slide down the wall onto the platform and start to cry, or rather sob uncontrollably, you know, with snot ending up all over your face. Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Sorry miss, but are you okay? I know train tracks are a very common suicidal spot and it would hurt my heart seeing someone as beautiful as yourself jumping.” That’s probably the worst opening sentence I’ve ever heard, but despite everything it is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long while. I look up.

 

KISSED BY FIRE

The train thunders past as I run to try and catch it, but in vain. “Fuck!” I yell out causing an old man with a stroller passing me to turn his head and give me a disapproving look. “Fuck you too grandpa!” I add with such anger he hastily scurries away. I realise there is absolutely no way for me to make it on time anymore. Defeated, I slide down the wall onto the platform and start to cry, or rather sob uncontrollably, you know, with snot ending up all over your face. Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Sorry miss, but are you okay? I know train tracks are a very common suicidal spot and it would hurt my heart seeing someone as beautiful as yourself jumping.” That’s probably the worst opening sentence I’ve ever heard, but despite everything it is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long while. I look up.

 

[MF] Post drag show Tinder date fun [Breath Play] [Deep Throat]

I am rarely in the same place for more than a day or two when I travel for work, but on this rare occasion I was staying in the small downtown area of a southern city for close to a week. I took to Tinder and connected with a few women. By the last night I was down to two, so I use my gut and make a call. Both women were interesting and attractive, but my conversations with Pam were a little more lighthearted and fun – better banter.

We meet a few blocks away from my hotel at a basement bar with good cocktails. I came from work and my sport coat is way overdressed for that scene, but I never feel self-conscious about being over-dressed. Pam comments on my attire, I think she likes it. The conversation is fun and our banter continues from our texts, but after our first drink the music in the bar turns up and we can’t hear each other anymore. Pam takes me to a cool bar that would have fit better in New Orleans – the drinks are better and the live music is good. Pam isn’t flirting much, but she’s receptive to mine, she’s guarded. After two drinks at this bar she gets a text from friends and asks me if I want to meet them at a gay bar for a drag show. I can tell from the look in her face she’s expecting me to say no, but I respond with an enthusiastic “hell yes!”. Her face brightens up, her guard drops, and we wander back to meet up with her friends.

[M]y experience of having my dick sucked by a girl at a real life gloryhole

Forgive the long preamble, but I’ll give a little background as context for how I came to be standing at a gloryhole having my cock sucked. I’m on the UK south coast and it’s 9:15pm as I begin writing; this experience happened about an hour ago this evening and I found it so hot I’d like to share it.

I’m 27 years old, people tell me I’m good looking and I know I dress well. However, I suspect I’m autistic (pretty oblivious to the large proportion of communication which is non-verbal), I’m 5’5″ (girls may say and even convince their own conscious minds that these things aren’t important, but your subconscious has more influence in your behaviour and it’s telling you that a bigger man is better) and, presented with my dick, nobody is going to be impressed or enthusiastic about it. It’s not the smallest, but it’s not good either.

Double Feature Picture Show [MF] [Exhibition] [Rough] [Long]

“See it’s like he’s dead or something.” Jenny said, having pulled the sides of her backless dress forward, pushing the fabric between her now bare breasts. She gave her shoulders a shake to jiggle them a little. I certainly looked, it wasn’t an unpleasant sight, but she didn’t break my concentration like most of the other guys in the parking lot. I continued to mix her drink and hand it over.

Those who have been to Rocky Horror are aware the culture there is much more relaxed than most places. People dressed in skimpy lingerie, both men and women, business suits, and sometimes just night shirts all together tend to learn and be accepting of each other’s quirks.

I had mentioned before in stories here that for one reason or another I just don’t have the same drive as most people. I wouldn’t quite classify myself as asexual, as I still enjoy sex. It’s not a chore for me, but I just lack the same amount of interest in it as others except for certain… cases.

Both Ends of the Sextrum [MFF]

This is a true story from about 5 years ago. I was single and just a couple of years out of university, finding my feet in my new career. Looking back, I realise these were probably the golden years of my life – no real responsibilities, no worries, no money, no bedtime.

I’d never been much of a clubber but I’m old friends with some Iranian-British girls who loved to hit the fancy clubs.

Dipshit me, who’s wallet was lighter than a paper clip, agreed to accompany them and some of their rich friends from the gulf to insert-French-word-here nightclub in Mayfair in London.

The place was shitty, packed to the tits with entitled arseholes, boring music and minimum table spends. I purposefully bought my own drinks and did not get involved in the ridiculous bottles of champagne for 300 quid a pop that the rest of these nobs were drinking.

I ended up spending a significant amount of time in the smoking area. Armed with a beer more expensive than a 2003 Fiat Punto, I lounged on the admittedly very nice garden furniture, listening to drunken phone arguments and below average flirting bellowing around me.

WI[F]E’s Transformation Into Butt Slut- TRUE STORY

True Story no exaggerations.

The dialogue might not be 100% and please forgive typos and rushed illiterate writing. I wanted to share a dirty part of my mine and my wife’s lives. We went from moderately kinky at the beginning to present day, meeting strangers in hotel rooms and watching them fuck her ass while She sucks my cock.

one day in bed i randomly putting a dildo in her mouth to suck. I wasn’t into mmf or sharing at this time but she sucked it and asked me to my surprise if I’d like to watch her suck a dick while I fuck her. I got really turned on and she clearly loved it. It became part of sex for us to talk about that. Whenever she was close to cumming I’d just say something like “you want to suck some guys cock while I fuck you?” And she’d cum hard.

[M]y [F]WB really starts to open me up ( part 2)

Thanks for the previous comments and suggestions. Pretty sure I can get the rest of the story out in this plus one other update.

Let’s fast forward a little bit. It’s been 2 months since I met Gil and I’m back at her place for one of our bi weekly rendezvous. I’m in agony. The next 5 minutes are going to be a mix of pain, pleasure, begging and hopefully release. I ask if I can wear the bite gag instead of the large ball gag she normally puts in my mouth. The bite gag does less to stifle my groans but it lets me bite down hard when I come into a bout of pain.

After I put the bite gag on, I assume the position – on my hands and knees. We’ve been through this more than a dozen times so I know the routine. I spread my hips a bit so that Gil will have easy access to my backside. Not much point in having easier access to my cock as that is still locked up in the chasity cage. Hence my agony.

[M]y [F]WB ‘opened’ me up I guess

This is a tale about a woman I met during the Pride festival in my town over the summer. If you’ve read my previous stories, you know that I had luck meeting an adventurous woman who turned me onto kinky sex. I also found during our time together that I enjoyed being with guys too. Since then, I’ve been more comfortable in my bisexual skin but I was still intimated by men so I’ve mostly stayed with women.

I met Gil at a cafe during the festival. Gil is not normally my type although she is very beautiful in her own way. I figured her for 10 years my senior so early forties. Very short and very curvy – she described herself later as pleasantly plump.

Siting at the cafe watching the parade go by, Gil opened up the conversation. Her friends had helped to build some of the floats so she came to support. Although Gil wasn’t gay or bi herself, she related to the LGBT crowd. I mentioned that I was bisexual and that I was looking to meet more people in the community. I laughed when she asked me if I had come down to the parade looking for cock. She said it with a devilish grin which captivated me in the moment.