My old college pro(f)essor came to visit (m)e

At the time she was my professor I was 25 and she was in her late 30s. I was never really distracted or anything, I had a girlfriend. Time passed by and we were friends on facebook and Snapchat, we’d send selfies here and there nothing sexual. Just friendly and slightly flirty at times.

Fast forward to last week, I am now 28 and she’s 42. she comes to visit this part of town and had told me if it was cool to spend the night at my place because she didn’t have a place that one night to stay at because her friend wasn’t available. I’m now a single guy living alone so of course !

We hang out we watch a movie we talk, we were having a pretty chill time catching up and just talking about life, I was scared shitless because I didn’t know if to make a move or what. I couldn’t read her at all … anyways. Bed time comes …….

In The Laundry Room [mF][inc][monster cock][voy][mast]

It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, her nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry.

(M)y girl(f)riend and I were rushing to get ready when we couldn’t wait any longer.

This is from a few years ago, but every now and then I think back to it and it gets me excited. My then-girlfriend Katie and I had just gotten back from a road trip where she was visiting grad schools. At the time, we had only been together for a few months, so the chemistry between us was still white hot. She was constantly horny. So was I. This day was no exception, despite us having been on the road all day. We had visited three schools over the course of the week, so it was a lot of miles and hotel nights together in close quarters.

We were running late and were in a hurry to get ready because her family was on their way into town to meet us for dinner. Unfortunately got back into town late because of construction traffic that went on forever. It was a sticky April afternoon, and all we wanted to do was run inside, shower, and put on clean clothes.

A Story of a Chance (m)eeting at a (f)estival

Falling in love in a single weekend. Something I never thought was possible, but here we are. It all started with a last minute proposition from a friend 2am the night before we left for the festival, “Hey man, J has an extra ticket to this music festival this weekend. You should ask him if you can go, we need another person to help run the lights.” Less than twelve hours later, we were on the road, the van loaded down with projectors, tents, coolers, and cases of beer. After almost five hours we finally reached our destination. The first night of the festival was somewhat uneventful. We spent a few hours setting up, finding power for the lights and getting our campsite in order. From the moment we set foot in the festival grounds, I could feel an incredible energy emanating from the people around me. The first girls I met were riding around in a golf cart and came right up to our van as we were parked by the campground entrance, before we had even unloaded any gear.

In The Laundry Room [mF][inc][monster cock][voy][mast]

It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, her nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry.

The Convention (STR, MF, IR)

Part 1

“I’ve caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?” Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates.

Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities.

“One-hundred and twenty-eight,” Becky said with a shit eating grin, “I caught Charizard this morning.”

Naomi rolled her eyes and closed the Pokémon Go app as the attendant scanned their tickets to be let in.

Naomi had been obsessed with Pokémon since she was a little girl, so it was no surprise as the approached the gates of the convention she was dressed up as her favorite Pokémon character. Her red wig was fixed closely to cover her normal blonde hair. She wore a yellow tank top that barely reached past the bottoms of her breast, exposing all of her smooth, pale stomach. Red straps from her overall suspenders lined either side of her belly button from their attached point on her jean short shorts. She had long, smooth legs that touched down on the asphalt of the parking lot covered by her red trainers.

The Convention (M/F, interracial)

Part 1

“I’ve caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?” Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates.

Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities.

“One-hundred and twenty-eight,” Becky said with a shit eating grin, “I caught Charizard this morning.”

Naomi rolled her eyes and closed the Pokémon Go app as the attendant scanned their tickets to be let in.

Naomi had been obsessed with Pokémon since she was a little girl, so it was no surprise as the approached the gates of the convention she was dressed up as her favorite Pokémon character. Her red wig was fixed closely to cover her normal blonde hair. She wore a yellow tank top that barely reached past the bottoms of her breast, exposing all of her smooth, pale stomach. Red straps from her overall suspenders lined either side of her belly button from their attached point on her jean short shorts. She had long, smooth legs that touched down on the asphalt of the parking lot covered by her red trainers.

My Girlfriend – A New Chapter

**For those who have followed my stories I thank you once again for all the support and encouragement. I had no idea that my stories would be so compelling that twice after I said that it would be the last chapter I have gotten posts and PM’s asking me to write more. The number people who have commended me on my writing have been overwhelming.**

**A few nights ago I had a discussion with a fellow Redditor who encouraged me to continue my stories. I replied that I want to have credibility in my stories and quite frankly I did not know how part five was going to be received since I said part IV was the last one. He suggested that I close the book on me, Erica and Erin and just write about me and Erin. Erin has given me a lot to write about. We have made love almost every night since I moved in and so far this week it’s been a Victoria Secret fashion show every night in our apartment.**

I [M] met up with my ex-girlfriend after 6 years. (LONG)

Long time lurker, first time poster. This is a throwaway to maintain anonymity.

Over the past several months, I had been thinking about my ex, wondering how she was, what she was up to and just wanted to know how she was leading her life. She’s Guyanese and I’m Indian. We dated a decade ago in high school for a very brief period, but things ended poorly at that time. We had rekindled some magic in our senior year, but neither of us acted upon it. We went to different universities, and she started up a relationship during the summer before freshman year. Although I did miss her, I thought things were over and went about my first freshman semester living it up.

But interestingly, she reconnected with me during that first semester, and we continued talking throughout it. We spent a lot of time video chatting, a few times a week, and the conversations would become increasingly sexual, incorporating talks about penis size, when/if we were ready to have sex, etc. I didn’t tell her about my one night stands, but she’s a very intuitive person so I’m sure she picked up on it. I eventually decided to go see her at her school, and of course, I botched that meeting, making unwanted and unwarranted advances. She immediately shut me down and told me to leave. I felt so humiliated and was so pissed at myself for being gullible and allowing myself to get led on like that. After that moment, we never got in touch, removing each other off social media and not maintaining any form of communication.

[25M/21F] WWII role-play

This is a much better, consensual role-play similar to what I previously posted. Other then the date and the role-play it’s not really different from other sex in terms of just doing some kind of uniform fetish. There’s limitations on things that wouldn’t be done then, which feels really geeky to say.

I was having a really nerdy WWII fetish that I wanted to try but I was afraid that it would make my girlfriend think I was really weird and I was worried about whether it was a holdover from worse times. I went on /r/Sex and asked about it would seem really weird to ask about, and I actually got very positive feedback. I told my girlfriend about it and she said that it sounded interesting to try even though she thought it was very unusual. We planned to go on a date as a Red Army officer and a German girl. Even though I have Autism (if that’s a surprise) I have social discretion and planned to go on the date somewhere outside of her college so she wouldn’t have to look like a weirdo to everyone and possibly get hit on by sovboos. We made the uniforms with a green henley shirt, slightly brown green dress pants, black rain boots, and a Soviet ushanka. She wore an overcoat, a white button shirt, a gray skirt, and those leather hipster boots that look like something from the 19th century. She also knows German so we spoke that.