Alone with Ashley, Day 3 [ff]

*God I love French toast*

I love it so much I made extra, you know, for later when I get a craving for more gooey, egg-saturated bread, pan fried to a golden brown, then slathered with loads of butter and syrup so sweet it makes your teeth hurt. I just wish we had bacon to go with it, but we never have it around so I had to settle for breakfast sausage that I just popped in the micro.

I sat at the kitchen table, poured myself some orange juice, and then began inhaling my breakfast. After yesterday morning, the rest of the day passed in a haze and I basically forgot to eat (not that I couldn’t stand to lose a few pounds) and I was starving. I thought about Alex, who wasn’t yet awake. We hadn’t spoken since, well…what was that? We didn’t “do it” exactly, but we got each other off, and holy crap, it felt *so good*! I’d never felt so comfortable with anyone before and the way he let me guide him was so, I don’t know…generous? He didn’t push (except for that brief moment) and feeling him touch me was so much more electric than it ever was with Mark. And watching his face when I jerked him off was such a turn on! Oh my god that was amazing!

Facebook. [M]ountain [F]ucking. And A Sex Tape.

SYNOPSIS: A bitter battle was raging between my ex and me, and the girl from work was caught in the crossfire… I may have been in the dog house, but somehow I managed to engage in spontaneous intercourse while hiking… My ex gets payback with an inappropriate picture, but two can play at that game…

PART FIVE – The Final Installment.

I would typically never volunteer to go hiking after dark. I am terrified of rattlesnakes, and the mountain is a breeding ground for those fuckers. However, I was currently in the dog house with girl from work and I needed a safe, non-threatening activity. I had spent most of the day explaining myself and after hours of conversation, I had convinced girl from work to hang out with me… There was one condition, absolutely no sex… You see, my ex-girlfriend had decided to write a nice posting on my Facebook wall, informing the entire world that she had an article of my clothing in her possession, and she wanted to return it… My ex-girlfriend is a real asshole… The post was malicious, intended to drive a wedge between me and the girl from work. It was not an ideal situation, but it wasn’t catastrophic. The ex-girlfriend had been in town for well over two months, and there were plenty of instances where she could have obtained a t-shirt from me… SORRY SWEETY… You’re going to have to do better than that… Unbeknownst to me this was just the tip of the iceberg… By the end of this story, my ex-girlfriend will have completely destroyed me.

That time I went skinny dipping with my ex’s roommate [mf]

Right off the bat I just want to say that like most people, the decisions I make while drunk tend to be not so good. But oh well, they always make for good stories. This one is from way back when I was in college (just kidding not that long ago, about a year).

So on this particular night in September, our group pregamed as usual at our other friend’s apartment, then we went out and hit the bars. A good time was had by everyone and we slowly dwindled home by the time all of the bars were closing around 2 am. Unfortunately, I am a nocturnal kind of guy, so after we got back, I was ready to keep going. Not raging, but to keep a buzz going, do some dumb things.. you know, usual college stuff. Unfortunately, the only thing everyone else could think of was sleep, including my girlfriend. I went to lie in bed with her for a grand total of 5 minutes before I decided I would just head home and play some video games until I passed out (luckily I lived just a block away, so it made things easy).

[MF] I was the only one to see her naked and touched her

This story is happening through 7 months.
I was in a relationship with a girl older than me. Her name is Lena. I was 20 and she turned 23. She is about 165 cm high, has small but round boobs and a very nice ass. We were not long in a relationship and we both were pretty conservative. I was nude with only one girl before and those were handjobs and blowjobs.

In my dates alone with Lena, we just made out with a bit of touching her breast and pussy through clothes from my side. One night she asked me to come for a sleepover. I knew that Lena was never nude with someone but I hoped for the best.

So I came to her flat. We made out. After quite time of making out I took her bra off. Her boobs were fantastic. Round with big nipples and firm. I was shirtless and constantly grabbing her boobs. Then I put my fingers in her pants and started going around her pussy. She never came before so I wanted her to feel me touching her. She moaned. I rly wanned her to cum so we could continue this whole night. But she wasnt ready and I stopped with touching her.

My Little Brother’s Girlfriend [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

I leave my room and head to the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. As I hurry through the den I see my little brother on the couch, his girlfriend is next to him, her legs draped over his lap. I had come home from college to watch the house while our parents were out of town, and being the cool older brother I am, had agreed to let Dan have Jenna stay over night. They are seniors in high school after all, and I remember how hard it was to get in some good alone time. I duck quickly into the bathroom and get into the shower.

As I bathe, my thoughts turn to Jenna, admittedly not for the first time. I recall the young latina lounging on the couch. Her dark, smooth legs were quite visible in the shorts she’s wearing. Her breasts, a respectable b cup if I had to guess, had been complimented well by her tight shirt.

I grin and touch my stiffening cock absentmindedly. I had passed through the room fast, but had I not seen her eyes move behind her glasses, passing over my bare chest? Wishful thinking perhaps, which speaking of…

The Fruit Roll-Up Orgy [Group] [Swapping]

The Fruit Roll-Up Orgy

There are many ways I expected my second night at our local swingers club to go. But the way it ended up was something beyond my wildest dreams, and I can’t keep it in anymore. Someone needs to know about the fruit roll-up orgy.

It was nearing eleven o’clock when me [22F] and my boyfriend Aaron [23M] finally pulled into a dark parking lot after driving through the forest that surrounds our city. The building next to us seemed innocent enough, with no obvious markers as to what it was or who it belonged to. Both of us, though, knew what we were about to get into once we went inside.

The warehouse-looking building was actually the local swinger club that we had explored for the first time a few months ago. The experience had been very fun (just a quick threesome, some casual conversation) but now we were back with a vengeance. Last time we were nervous; this time we came prepared. My purse was bulging with condoms, energy bars, and a bottle of rum. We planned to fuck until we literally dropped.

2 girls. 1 night. [M]y Ex + Girl [F]rom Work.

SYNOPSIS: This story picks up where my last one left off. The girl from work is unaware of the intense hookup my ex and I had the prior evening. Both will end up in my bed before the night ends.

I strolled into work at 5:05pm, the dim lighting of the upscale restaurant helped to hide my unshaven face and the bags that were forming under my eyes. The two other people who were tending bar with me had already arrived for their shift. I was hung over but in decent spirits. After all, there was no photo evidence of my mistakes from the night before. I might actually be able to weasel my way out of the love triangle I had created. I should have never touched me ex, it was stupid, but hopefully the girl from work would never find out… I spoke with my fellow bartenders, and informed them of my rough night and asked if I could be cut first. They didn’t contest. The summer was winding down and they were bound to make good money on this busy Friday night. The girl that I was falling for would be arriving for her shift in a few hours and I needed to run damage control.

Bottle Service + [M]y Ex = Public [F]ellatio and More.

SYNOPSIS: I tried to avoid my ex all night, but the combination of alcohol, and the lure of a backdoor that had strictly been off limits was too much for me to handle. A long but good read…

I was over dressed for a Thursday night, but I was young and didn’t think twice about blacking out on a weekday. It was my buddies 22nd birthday, and I was heading to his girlfriend’s house for the pregame. She had planned an amazing night, filled with a party bus, sorority girls, and bottle service at the most exclusive club in town. I sat nervously in my roommate’s car, as we got closer and closer to our destination. I didn’t know what the night had in store for me, but I did know a few things… I knew that copious amounts of alcohol would be consumed. I knew that I was falling for someone and I wanted desperately to preserve that relationship. I also knew that I was a sucker for a blonde.

Fucking [M]y [F]rench Professor (long and detailed.)

I remember that it changed me. Just looking at her changed me. It was the second day of the summer semester. The most gorgeous woman bumped into me while on my way to class. She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes met mine and she smiled at me. I smiled back. In the moment it felt right. If you were a bystander you would think “What in the hell are they doing?” Cupid’s arrow struct us. After what felt like an eternity, I reached out and said ” My name is Tim, what is yours?”

“Kelsey.”

Let’s pause for a second and describe her. She is 5’4″ with dark walnut hair with a few highlights, slightly curled and gorgeous bright blue eyes. She had some makeup on but it was not much. A maroon v neck sweater with the sleeves that were rolled up, and a white blouse just sticking out of the collar and sleeves. It was not tight, but you would be able to tell she was in amazing shape. The v neck cams down just far enough to reveal her bust, but it was not slutty. It was more “I’m here to have fun, and be serious in what I do.” I was into that. She also had on a dark pair of tight jeans, a pencil sticking out of her pocket, and a set of gray heels. He waist was slim, and her butt was like two small coconuts, it was just perfect. Her bust was about a 30b. I remember that she smelled like strawberries or something did, but I like to think it was her.

We fucked my “country girl” employee. [FFM]

Due to a bad case of writer’s block and general apathy, I’m currently managing a retail store in a mall that should have closed its doors 10 years ago. It’s easy work, but the hiring pool is pretty shallow.

My employee Missy self-identifies as a “country girl,” despite having grown up just outside of a major northeastern city. I’m sure you know the type. She’s attracted to guys who drive trucks, attends country music concerts, wears cowboy boots that have never seen a speck of dirt, rides quads, etc.

She’s also pretty fucking hot (save for some fucked up teeth), as dumb as a box of rocks, and a bit of a slut as I’ve come to learn.

Our age and personality differences left us little to talk about when we started working together, so we’d usually default to, “I was so drunk” stories. After a few of these exchanges, it seemed that Missy’s stories always seemed to end up with, “I got drunk and ended up on a strange dick.”