Bash[f]ul girl loved being do[m]inated. (Long)

I've been a longtime lurker of this sub and I think it's about time I finally contribute. I am a man who likes a background story so this runs a bit long, but for those who just want to cut to the chase, look for the dividing line about halfway through the post.

Back in college, I was just beginning to find a strong passion for writing. I was a junior, had recently been dumped by my gf of 2 years (the long distance thing's legs finally gave out), and because I was so accustomed to staying in on weekends to avoid the temptation of cheating with some drunk coed, I found myself with plenty of time on my hands. So I would write. Then one day I came across a flyer for a university short story contest, I submitted one of my works, and lo and behold I won. Rather, I was one of a few winners. Fast forward a bit and I came to understand that it was actually kind of a big deal. All of the 'winners' had to attend this big white table-cloth dinner with the entire writing department and read their stories at a podium in front of the whole goddamn room. Luckily, I have never really had much trouble with public speaking and my recent dumping left me with a general glaze of apathy that proved to be quite useful. So overall the night went off without a hitch and that was that. I went home.

[F]inally cheated

Tom's place was a small, unexceptional one bedroom. It was clean but not flashy, the furniture was mostly spartan although the couch was nice and the TV was big. I wasn't impressed by the place but I was impressed by how well he kept it. We sat on the couch and he retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen, which he put on the Ikea coffee table.

He moved pretty fast at this point. We chatted and sipped our wine for only a few minutes before he moved in for a kiss and felt me up over my dress. I pulled back to pour myself another glass of wine, which I drank while he sweet talked me. Then he moved in again, kissing me more and flopping my breasts out of my dress. "Damn," he said, and then reached his right hand underneath the lower part of my dress, where he began rubbing against my pussy and clit over the top of my panties with the heel of his hand. At this point I was kissing him back hard and completely turned on. I put my hands up the back of his shirt and ran them up his back, which felt so different, there was not an ounce of flab on it. I could feel his muscles moving as he continued to apply pressure on me, slightly nudging up and down. He started pulling off my soaked panties and I laid on my back, hungrily extending my legs together to help the process along.

The Naughty Neighbor

My name is John, I live in a middle class apartment complex just outside of Houston. Now I say middle class, because it’s on the nice north side of Houston. And the apartments are tiny 500sq ft. for $650 a month. And there probably the cheapest apartments in the woodlands. There is one thing no matter what kind of apartments you live that’s always a problem, noisy neighbors. The couple in the apartment next to me were always fighting, mostly over stupid shit. Yes, I can hear every word they yell at each other through the thin walls.

 

Now when they weren’t fighting they were awesome to hang around with. Id met Thomas first, we normally would talk about how the local Houston teams were doing, as we saw each other in passing, or at the laundry mat. Now his girlfriend Raven, was smoking hot, without being super model fake either. She stood just at 5'4. with long brown hair and wouldn’t have weighed more than 115lbs. if it weren’t for her breasts. They’re big, big enough for me to get curious enough to ask if they were fake.

 

I cheat on my long term girlfriend with men

Throw away account… I've been with my girlfriend for over 2 years and we got together when I was 17 and now I'm 20.

When I was 17 and before I was with her I discovered I was Bi by having sex with a 31 year old ugly broke at a party… extremely enjoyed it but only very few people in my life even know that that happened.

Mudding in Florida

There are very few things to do out in the back marshlands of Florida on a weekend, however for a good ole redneck it can be paradise. It was midsummer and hot as hell, naturally the southern state was in a drought. My buddies Chris, Randall, and myself piled into our trucks loaded out with coolers of beer, and plenty of logs to have ourselves a good time. About 20 miles outside of our army base were the semi dried up marshes, and we had a good Saturday night planned mudding followed by cold beer and a big bon fire. I had the coolers loaded up in my truck since it wasn't technically a truck, I drove an old 1988 k5 Chevy blazer with an 8in lift and 35in mud tires. Now I’m 5'10 and the bottom of the cab of my truck is waist high and it makes it a little hard for even me to climb inside. While Chris and Randall’s trucks were packed full of logs and stumps we had been collecting for the past month, we made our way out to the marshes

 

A Couple’s Transgressions (MFf)

From a booth in the corner of the bar, Ashley and I sat swirling our straws in our drinks and surveying the crowd. So far, a group of overly boisterous young punks had taken over the pool table and a few quieter groups stood around drinking and laughing. Even though it was Spring Break and the building was pretty full, it was early enough that no one had yet broken a glass or humped a bar stool.

Ashley suddenly was quiet. I looked over and followed her gaze to the door. A petite redhead walked in with black strappy pumps and tight jeans over a nicely rounded backside. She tossed her curls over her shoulder and I watched her ass sway while she walked to the bar to order a drink.

Ashley said, “I think she’s alone. She might just be waiting for some friends, though. I think we should go talk to her.”

I shook my head and said, “No, no ‘we.’ I think you should go talk to her and see if she is comfortable meeting you.”

Molly, Jacob, and Camden – Summertime Blues 3 [FF][oral]

Click on my username to see the previous story posts featuring these three. This is the last part of this story.


Molly split her time during the week between work and fixing up their new apartment. Jacob had avoided her after she'd pressed him about Camden. She knew he worked out at his gym or went to extra practices for the school soccer team tryouts coming up in a couple of weeks. Even though he had a scholarship for soccer, he was still expected to compete for his position.

Zoe mentioned seeing Jacob around the sorority house with Anna in the evenings. If he came home after she went to sleep, he was gone again before she woke up. It was almost like living alone in the apartment and left Molly far too much time with her thoughts.

Tuesday night, after she got off working a double shift at the restaurant, Molly fumbled the key into the lock and pushed through the door to their apartment. The quiet and darkness were welcome after her busy day waiting tables. After showering off the stink of food and grease, she put on sweats, grabbed one of the few ciders left in the fridge, and curled up on the love seat with her phone.

Wife’s flirtation leads to more [m/f/f]

My wife was starting to get paranoid that people are noticing her from my posts on Reddit. She actually wanted me to delete her pictures. Even though she loves to read the positive comments, she started to notice her male co workers acting strange.

She would tell me all the time that they would flirt with her, but I saw it as normal adult conversation. They would ask her if she knew how to suck dick, asking for "advice" on how to get their SO to do certain sexual acts. She would just ignore the comments or say that it's private and move on.

Now she says that they're making comments about her tits, saying that they would pay to see her topless and ask her to send them pictures of her so they can jerk off to it. They ask her to go out for drinks and "see what happens from there".

My Affair: The Beginning

I’ve known Rachel for quite some time. We met via a group of social media enthusiasts back in 2007 when Tweet-Ups were still a thing. She and my wife hit it off pretty well and soon we were hanging out with Rachel and her husband quite a bit. They’re about our age, a little younger. Rachel is a grad student. Her husband works in IT. She’s very cute, in fact she looks a bit like my ex-girlfriend Laura (see my previous stories for some info on her).

Rachel has smaller breasts, but they’re perkier than Laura’s. Her skin is pale, her hair a lighter brown and her eyes a wistful blue. She’s not as curvy through the hips, but her legs are longer.

She’s one of those people who has very little in the way of a filter on her brain. No subject is taboo. She talks openly about just about everything from her bathroom habits to how many times she’s been caught masturbating by her parents, her brothers, her college roommates and a neighbor. I find it refreshing. My wife, on the other hand, isn’t quite so open. She thinks Rachel is a little weird. She likes her, but sometimes the conversations make her blush.

I had my best [FMF] today with a frisky chick and a guy who can really fuck.

Let’s just start with the fact that my pussy is really sore right now. I’m just sitting here in my black bra and polka dot panties, on my couch in my living room with my laptop on my lap and my pussy is throbbing. The good kind of sore where you know you got what was coming to you.

Here is how it all started.


I went through a dry spell and then started seeing a guy off tinder. He was really good looking and had a great job, so he ticked a lot of boxes, but the actual conversation was so dry, and the sex was even worse. We pretty much only did it missionary and he didn’t go down on me. When I asked what porn he liked he was astonished and said it was “too personal.” It only lasted a few months and I was more than ok to move on. Since then I have been super horny. I have been craving some fun, but the other guys on tinder were all kind of meh. No one really intrigued me. I have been thinking a lot about being with a girl. I feel like it’s only a matter of time until I meet a really nice guy and settle down, so I need to get going with my bucket list.