Fucking [M]y [F]riend whilst her boyfriend is at work

Long time lurker here. A lot of these stories are pretty good, so I figured I’d contribute a few of my own.

This happened a bit over a year ago, with my friend Joanna. We’d known each other for about six months, and had formed a really good friendship after going to see a local band I’d been following for ages. She really likes the indie/hipster music scene, and her ex-boyfriend from when she lived interstate knew some guys whose band is now quite well known. She was dating this Irish guy Sean, who had originally come over to do the backpacking thing, you know, come to a different country, meet the local people, travel and drink and work a bit until the visa expires. I don’t think finding a local girlfriend was pretty high on his list, because he’d have a habit of deciding he was bored and would literally book the next flight or bus out to go somewhere else. It was during those months when he was interstate that Joanna and I first hooked up, and we’d done it a few times while he was away.

[MFM] Blindfold Birthday Surprise for Kat

Sometimes my fishing obsession can be a problem, especially when on vacation with my wife. We rarely get away without the kids, so when we do we really have a chance to connect, so when we went to a resort in the Caribbean I planned on limiting my fishing to a few hours a day and giving my wife, Kat, plenty of attention.

We were at a resort with a pool, bar, and beach — with cabana staff to bring drinks to the beach. I headed out Tarpon fishing early, hoping to get back by lunch.

Kat slept in and worked her way down to the pool, and started the day off with a tropical drink, which got her loosened up. She always had that one bikini she only wore on vacation with the two of us — way too revealing to wear around people we know. Usually Kat was a little self conscious about her 34DD breasts, but vacation was a time for her to free herself of inhibitions since there was no one around she knew. For someone in her 40s, she had a smokin’ hot body, but sometimes it was hard to convince her of that fact.

Just, you know, your average prom night story [m/f] (long!)

Another one of my favorite memories :) writing these out and reliving them is the best aphrodisiac ever!

The night of my senior prom began with my friend Kody coming over. We had an appointment to get our hair and makeup done before coming home to change into our dresses. Kody was my best friend back then. She knew me better than a lot of people, but she didn't know much about my relationship with my boyfriend Mike, just a few details. I had been dating him for a while. He was older and worked at my bank, which is where we met. I kept the whole situation pretty private. Mike was too old for me, I knew that. But, I loved going out with him. I was learning so much, sexually and in other ways. He was my first sex partner, and incidentally he became the person who helped shape my sexual appetite and fetishes.

Kody and I came back to my house after hair and makeup was done. We looked good, but we were still in jeans and t shirts. Kody pulled her dress out of my closet, where she had stashed it.

[M]y first big black cock

Sorry about the long post guys but there were a lot of details I wanted to include!

A little about me. I'm 27, masculine bi, white, with a ripped/lean build. My best quality physically would have to be my big bubble butt. I get compliments about it from a lot of women and even some men. I'm a bottom and have only fucked 5 guys my entire life, 4 white and 1 Latino. And I finally got my chance to get fucked by a black cock just a week ago.

Last Friday night, I decided to grab some dinner with a friend of mine in Hollywood. After we were done, my friend offered to give me a ride home but I told him I'd uber it. It was only a 25 minute drive anyway. I made my way down the street and stood at the corner of the street trying to call a ride and behind me were 2 black guys just hanging out and chatting. Both were good-looking, pretty dark, and very huge/muscular.

Moving Woes and [M]oving [F]orward

My Girlfriend and I recently moved into our first place together.

The first few weeks were nice, and it was nice living out on our own. However, over the course of the month we began to notice that we were getting into arguments more. It wasn't anything serious at first (doing dishes, not cleaning things properly etc.) until it began to escalate into arguments happening every day.

I got home from work a few days ago and again we started off with no issues, just the small chit chat. I noticed that I stepped in some stuff on the floor which led to a comment "did you sweep the floors?"

While nothing wrong with it, already damage had been done and another argument breaks out. What felt like forever with yelling (and what I assumed would be a neighbour complaint) finally turned when she came up to me and made a quip about not being man enough to look after her and help her.

Damage done. She drew blood and she knew it. The pause in the air was heavy and we both knew something big had been dropped. "oh yeah!?" was what I was able to muster (not my best comeback)

The Ecstasy of Being Destroyed by The Girl You Love [MmF, anal, fdom, huml, nc, feminization, love]

Christie and Steven were two of my best friends. I eventually told Christie I couldn't come to the wedding because I was in love with her. We'd all met at an architecture program in Wisconsin. I ended up dropping out and becoming an accountant but not before we'd all had an incredible two years together. I was older because I'd spent some time out of school and then tried to go back. Anyway, that was four years ago. I'd just turned thirty two–they're both twenty six–and I felt like my life was over.

I thought I'd live some grand adventure. I always thought life would be like the movies. But I was just too soft, too lazy, to ever do anything remarkable. I wasn't a complete slob or vagrant. Nothing obvious. I would just sit around and collapse after a day of work. I'd binge watch TV instead of practicing some difficult art. I'd exhaust myself on pornography instead of exercising or chasing true love. As I went to talk to Christie, to shrug out of her wedding, I could see my whole life toiling out ahead of me, locked-in on a boring path all the way to the grave.

[F]or a while i’ve been fantasizing about being passed around by my guy only circle of friends. Last night I gave in and I loved it.

The initial temptation came out of nowhere one day. I have 4 guy friends, we've been a crew since high school and are now in our last years of college. I never thought about them romantically at first, I saw them as brothers. Besides they weren't exactly catches anyways half were engineers and the other half were stoners. They were awkward with women but hey I had a soft spot for them.

Every once in a while I would catch them staring. I grew up chubby as a kid and when I lost the weight as a teenager fortunately I kept a magnificent big fat ass which now rests on my tiny frame. Not to mention sometimes since I liked the attention I wore tight white shirts that showed off my chest. I guess it was from this feeling of enjoying the attention that my attraction grew, I started getting wet when I realized that just by putting my face a little closer or staring a little longer I left these boys rattled. I felt powerful.

The Neighbor’s Son (Part V)

Sorry for the long delay. Things have been busy at work and I've not had any sexual encounters worth talking about until now.

The Labor Day weekend was the first weekend in a long while that I had to catch my breath. A part of me focused on work because I couldn't shake the feeling that Eric and I were growing apart. While I always knew that eventually he'd get on with his own life, find someone closer to his age and get married, I didn't want the day to come. I knew that he had a steady girlfriend and with his steady job, it was just a matter of time. However, it still pained me a bit because we used to either talk, Skype or text daily, and that went down to weekly, and now it was once a month, if that. I was happy for him, but a part of me really wished that he and I could have spent more time.

Horny Band Nerds [M/F] [Highheels]

This story is about 90% true, but I figured with the embellishments I should post it here instead of gwstories. I had a gf/ex-gf that I had great experiences with as far as exercising my high heel fetish, though I added a bit of dialogue that would emphasize a bit of light femdom, as she eventually started employing it in later experiences.

I knew I liked high heels at a pretty young age. I’m not sure how it happened, but whenever I was home alone you could often find me in my older sisters’ closets looking through their high heels, wishing to see girls in them (though not really my sisters). When I finally got around to having my first girlfriend in high school, Lucy, I was hoping I would be able to explore this more with her. Lucy was short, perhaps an inch or two above 5 feet. Not thin, a little extra but still cute, with straight dirty blonde hair down a bit past her shoulders. After seeing her for a while, I opened up about my little fetish. She responded really well, and was eager to try it out. I couldn’t believe it! What I learned from Lucy was that I also liked light domination, and she had a great time doing it.

Getting ready for prom (also, my lingerie [f]etish origin story)

I had just turned 18 and I had an older boyfriend, Mike, 27. I had been dating him for several months, and after he took my virginity, he became my sexual mentor. He used his age and experience (and healthy supply of kinks) to teach me how to be an amazing submissive sex partner. I had only had sex with him, but I was convinced that us together had the hottest sex known to man. I would have done anything for him, sexually. He molded me.

Other than the nymphomania, I was a typical 18 year old girl, who was excited about my prom. It was on a yacht on the river. As the night approached, there was a certain electricity through the school, and my friends all had their dates confirmed, or at least picked out.

Mike and I had talked about it….he was not comfortable going with me. I understood. His age and the way he looked made it hard to blend in with high school students. He was tall and broad shouldered and had a sculpted, sexy face with huge gorgeous blue eyes. He looked so manly to me, almost similar to some of my friends' younger dads. We agreed that he should sit it out. I still wanted to go though.