Imaginary Fuckbuddy, Part 2 (MF)

{Part 2 of a series, check out my profile for part 1 if you’re interested. Also, feel free to leave feedback, I’d greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy!}

James took a deep breath, trying to calm his still racing heart. Just minutes before, he had had the best sex of his life, and was still trying to recover. However, there was one problem: the woman he had just fucked wasn’t real.

Instead, she was made up, a figment of his incredibly bored, lonely, and horny mind created to try and alleviate his stress and general negative outlook on his life as it was. He had initially been terrified when she showed up, thinking at first that she was a person trying to rob him, and then a hallucination from some bad food.

However, she had convinced him (or rather, he had convinced himself) that she was just a product of his idle and lustful mind, made to fill the void in his life until he could find some friends or a girlfriend to fill it more permanently. She was simply a stop-gap measure, in a way. However, he couldn’t wait for her to return.

Last night, I got to fulfill my fantasy of fucking a virgin. [FM]

I (21f) went to my neighbour’s place last night for a beer. We had never really hung out before, but somehow he managed to find my instagram. He DM’ed me saying hello, and that he’d love to formally meet me in person. He was being very kind and neighbour-ly, so I could only assume that he genuinely wanted to hang out as friends. He asked if I’d like to come over the next weekend. I agreed, set a reminder for myself, then forgot about it. The night before we had plans, he ‘liked’ an old picture of mine at 2am. I didn’t wanna get my hopes up, but I told myself I’d shave my legs just in case.

The next evening, we were sitting on his couch chatting and having a drink. To be honest, it was hard for me to stay focused on our conversation. He was so gorgeous. He was in his early 20s, maybe 22-23, with an adorable baby face. His big brown eyes and muscular shoulders were mesmerizing. I managed to steer the convo towards the direction of relationships. He didn’t have a girlfriend! I was getting excited, and I could tell that he was too. Our chat began to get sexual. We were asking each other about past experiences, past partners. I asked him if he was into anything freaky. He said, “I just want to make the girl feel good.” I told him that was fair enough, but didn’t he have any interests of his own? “I guess I’d like to finish on a girl’s boobs,” he said shyly. I could tell I was making him nervous, so I dropped the subject.

Remembering the best orgasm of my life [MF]

Old throwaway account.

I’ve been lurking here and thought I’d share one of my most memorable experiences. This happened roughly 12 years ago, and I still think of it fondly to this day, even though I’m not with her anymore.

She was 19, F, 5’8″ Chinese, long black hair and 38DD bust

I was 20, M, 6′, white, short blonde hair and my dicks an only average 6″

High school had ended, and my girlfriend and I were looking at university. Unfortunately, our plans saw us going different directions. I planned to go to university in a neighboring city, and she planned to go across the country to another province for hers. We were young and in love and said we would make it work. The following years proved that would be difficult. Phone calls helped, and Skype was fairly new but allowed us to see each other for some naughty time every now and then, but we definetly missed the physical connection.

Last night, I got to fulfill my fantasy of fucking a virgin. [FM]

I (21f) went to my neighbour’s place last night for a beer. We had never really hung out before, but somehow he managed to find my instagram. He DM’ed me saying hello, and that he’d love to formally meet me in person. He was being very kind and neighbour-ly, so I could only assume that he genuinely wanted to hang out as friends. He asked if I’d like to come over the next weekend. I agreed, set a reminder for myself, then forgot about it. The night before we had plans, he ‘liked’ an old picture of mine at 2am. I didn’t wanna get my hopes up, but I told myself I’d shave my legs just in case.

The next evening, we were sitting on his couch chatting and having a drink. To be honest, it was hard for me to stay focused on our conversation. He was so gorgeous. He was in his early 20s, maybe 22-23, with an adorable baby face. His big brown eyes and muscular shoulders were mesmerizing. I managed to steer the convo towards the direction of relationships. He didn’t have a girlfriend! I was getting excited, and I could tell that he was too. Our chat began to get sexual. We were asking each other about past experiences, past partners. I asked him if he was into anything freaky. He said, “I just want to make the girl feel good.” I told him that was fair enough, but didn’t he have any interests of his own? “I guess I’d like to finish on a girl’s boobs,” he said shyly. I could tell I was making him nervous, so I dropped the subject.

All my confessions!!! [F]

I’m 19 now

When I was younger I would send vids to older guys on Kik. I also sent a photo of my pussy to my 7th grade boyfriend. I did it from an anonymous account, then I sent another selfie and he recognized my bathroom. When I was-in grade 9 and the summer after 9, I sent pics (bra on and underwear on) to 5 boys. Only one of them saw my bare boobs we will call him Daniel. When I was in grade 11 or 12 I sent nudes again to one of the boys from the original 5 from grade 9, we will call him Owen. Last summer I sent nudes to one of my friends (we will call him joe) from school and I knew he had a girlfriend. Last summer I also created a Reddit and would post my nudes. I continued sending nudes to joe until late November for 2020. Also in November of 2020 I sent nudes to one of the 5 guys from grade 9 again, this guy we will call bill.

Learning to Share – Part 1 [Girlfriend sharing]

This is my first requested story, so feedback is appreciated!

Liz felt incredibly frustrated at herself as she dashed across the parking lot from her car to her boyfriend’s apartment complex. Her boss had told her weeks ago about the seasonal reports that were mandatory for her department. He had sent emails, posted reminders, and nagged her to death and she somehow still forgot them. They had to be submitted by 12:00 AM Saturday- which was today.

As Liz pressed the elevator call button repeatedly she checked her phone.

*11:38, I can still make it!* *All I have to do is send the email and it’ll be fine!*

The assignment had simply slipped her mind until a few hours ago, luckily she had it completed and loaded to a thumb drive, she just needed to submit it and she was safe. The only problem being that she had left her laptop at work on Friday. “I’m so stupid! Why did I wait this long?” Liz muttered as she stepped into the thankfully empty elevator, selecting the correct floor.

My girlfriend is teaching my son about sex [MFM]…

My son (19) has been eying my girlfriend (41) for basically his entire life.

It used to be a big joke when he was very young. He (Jake) met her (Courtney) when he was four, she was twenty-six, and I was a somewhat scandalous thirty-five seriously dating someone nine years younger just two years after my divorce. He took to Courtney instantly even if my ex-wife (Jake’s mother) did not. Jake’s always been a sweet, affable kid and Courtney – who has no biological children of her own – adored him at once. All the stereotypical jokes in the world have been made about him “stealing her” from me due, perhaps in part, to the age discrepancy or perhaps just because they get along so damn well.

Having partial custody of Jake, Courtney and I got him on weekends and we had a lot of fun growing up taking trips, playing in the park, encouraging him to pursue his interests (and oftentimes learning them along with him), and so on. She’d help him with his homework once it started to stump me (I’ve always been weak at math), she’d play video and then PC games with him later into the night than I could bear to with my rigid work schedule versus her self-paced job, and in general she was like a second mom to him. In fact, Jake sometimes slipped up an called her “mom,” which always brought a huge smile to her face.

Yes, we did get caught (Part 5) [Str8][mf][Inc]

Within a day or two, my fate was fixed; seemingly Mom and Dad had simply made up their minds, without further consulting me, that Chrissy and I would be attending prom as a couple. Mom and Chrissy were planning to go shopping for a dress that weekend. On Friday morning I gave in to the inevitable and went to the table near the school entrance to buy a pair of prom tickets. It wasn’t as simple as I’d imagined. There was a permission slip, which surprised me – I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had to get my parents to sign something for school. Worse, there was a “guest form” that had to be filled out if your date wasn’t from the school. That posed a problem: I couldn’t very well put Chrissy’s full name on the form, especially as our family name was fairly distinctive. Furthermore, the form had to be signed by the non-student’s parents. I took the forms home and consulted Mom, pointing out that I didn’t really want anyone at school knowing that Chrissy was my sister. Mom laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it.” She filled in: “Attendee’s name: Chrissy Baboulis.” Baboulis was Mom’s maiden name. Then she signed the form, again using her maiden name, dated it, and handed it back. “Problem solved.” Dad signed my form, using our family name, and wrote a check for the two tickets. He commented: “I’m glad you’re doing this, son. You’ll have a lot of fun. We’ll head down to Jock’s soon to fit you for a tux, OK?” Jock’s was a formal wear company in town. The packet I’d picked up at school had an advertisement for tux rental from a place that, I guess, the school hand contracted with for a discount in exchange for advertising, but Dad was adamant: “No, we’ll definitely go to Jock’s. He’ll take care of you.” Dad owned various fancy outfits; it went along with being a musician, I guess. “Renting a tux is silly, anyway. We can buy something that looks really good on you for not that much more, and you’ll be able to use it all your life. You’re pretty much done growing, I hope — or I won’t be able to afford to feed you anymore.” That was another tired old joke of his.

[F] 24 African Dick Sucking Story

So my bf started dating me when I was 19.
He started out jealous of me being openly into other guys, but me loving porn and also being into girls may have helped change or at least release his inhibitions. As we would have more hardcore sex (porn in the background, him trying anal on me or me blowing him very hard for literally hours, etc haha) he grew more kinky and so did I.

Anyway, I traveled to Africa during my junior year in undergrad. My bf is a very sexy person who takes care (mostly) of himself. But him being older and getting really kinky sort of turned me.