[MF][F] Beach House + Kate + Landlady = Much needed vacay

So, with lockdown restrictions I’m phase 1 of being lifted, the nearby beach opened up to house rentals and parties of less than ten. Kate and I picked one out and decided to make a weekend of it. For you newcomers, Kate is 23, brunette, and skinny. I said kinda like Kate Bekinsale lasted time, but she got mad and said “at best Evangeline Lilly.” Fine, Kate. Nitpick that part of the story. I’m 37, average height and build, but that’s about all you care about knowing how I look.

Anyway, we get to the house and the lady were renting from lives next door. She’s about my age, strawberry red hair. Not blonde, but like curly red heads, you know? She was very pretty and I caught Kate checking her out. And then she caught me checking her out.

She came over and introduced herself, telling us anything we needed just ask. Her first name was McCormick, but she told us to call her Maddie. Alright, then. We had her number from the emails, so I didn’t worry. The house was a cute two bedroom decorated for the beach. Shells and what not everywhere. We got settled, had a drink or two, and then went out to the pool. It was evening and we didn’t want to risk the ocean.

[MFM] with my girlfriend and her best friend

One of my first attempts at writing..

In college I had been dating this girl, Tracy, for about two years and things were going so-so. To be honest, I had contemplated breaking up with her at least once a day but felt too bad to actually go through with it. We lived together, and although she was a complete bitch most of the time her family was extremely kind and, coming from a broken family and experiencing that kind of family love for the first time,

Tracey was an exotic looking 5’4″ girl with short hair, tanned skin, and a hard little body with rock-solid B cups. When she wasn’t making my life a living hell we would have sex on occasion, very vanilla: mostly missionary or her on top or the very rare doggy style session. Things rarely went beyond that. Tracy enjoyed drinking but only at home and was such a lightweight that it rarely ever led to sex (she would get too wasted) and if it did result in hooking up, she would complain that my cock was too big. My dick is 5 inch long and about 2 in girth at full length.

[FM] My wife is encouraging me to explore crossdressing.

One day last summer my wife and I were enjoying a three day weekend away at our family cabin in the woods. We had been enjoying some sexy time, catching up on hardcore fucking, and just generally enjoying being away together. At some point in the early afternoon on Saturday, she sat next to me and playfully asked if she could put lipstick on me after reapplying her own.

I resisted at first, but she was insistent. She was not being sexual, more like playfully mischievous. I finally relented and my wife painted my lips a dark red. When she finished she looked at me, and I saw her shift from playful to sexual in an instant. She told me to close my eyes as she closed hers and we very slowly began light tender kissing, each tentatively exploring the waxy feel of one another’s lips. Before long we were fucking, but I was slower and more deliberate. And we talked a lot.

My wife and I are both vocal during sex, we like fantasizing about dirty nasty things when we fuck. But this particular day all we could talk about was me cross dressing. She was impossibly turned on and my cock wouldn’t quit. We fucked hard and came several times that afternoon into evening.

The Body Surfer’s girlfriend part 1 [MF][Inc]

Cassandra and me are really close, a relationship which goes beyond just a girlfriend and boyfriend. We’re companions, comrades and cohorts. We’re a synced unit of mayham. Simultaneously engaging in what others would see as disagreeable behavior. It helped us get away with a lot of shit but it was eventually going to catch up with us. We knew this but it did not stop us.

It was both our faults when we break into that lab for kicks and I got stuck in that chamber. I think we shorted out the lights trying to get me out cause that room was going nuts for a moment and everything went dark. Fortunately this meant the door finally unsealed and we both booked it like crazy. A week later in the news it was reported some equipment in an air pressure chamber had malfunctioned around the time we broke in and all electronics had been fried. It would be a huge expense to replace it all and they were thinking of selling the company now to keep research going.

a first try at a story. I do have an ending in my head but would like to know if its any good sofar

A couple of months before Halloween I told my girlfriend that she could pick out my Halloween costume. It could be anything she liked. a few days later she said she wanted me to have a full body wax shave, I would only do that if it was for charity and of she good 10k worth of donations I would have a full make over which I thought would be a high enough that u would not happen. 
the night befor the big shave she revealed she had actually good way more than I thought would be possible and she raised 65k to my uterbelive… ‘how did you manage that’ I said jasmine looked with a massive devilish grin ‘ 3 big money spenders came into work for an investment meeting and ask if we give you 10k would she go on a date with us separately, I told them for 20k each. so you now must stay a girl full time for atlest 3 weeks assuming you can have a date once per week on a Friday night and my boss has offered you a job as a girl for the three weeks but it can be extend if needed or of you want to extend that is.’ I look on with a blank face thinking how in the world did she manage that I couldn’t belive it ‘one last thing I’m live streaming your makeover from start to finish and hopefully we can get more donations well that’s what I’ve told everyone hehe’ Jasmine said all giddly and then skip away like a school girl.

[FM] I can’t stop masturbating thinking about him.. F[25] M[30]

So, a few months ago I started talking to my friend’s boyfriend’s brother. We madeout at the bar, and then he was my New Years kiss, yadda yadda… great kisser, sexy af, but it seemed a little too risqué, with my friend and her boyfriend and all.

Anyways, we hung out a few times and he NEVER made a move- despite the fact that I was so ridiculously attracted to him, and was literally wet the second his sexy brown eyes met mine.

One night we got drunk and I went home with him; we stayed up all night talking, kissing and cuddling. At one point there was some lube involved… he massaged my tits with lube and fuck, who knew that would be a turn on. Fast forward to the morning.

The sun was streaming in the window, and I got to see his naked body in all it’s glory. God, he had a perfect cock. I couldn’t help myself, my hands were exploring. He woke up. We madeout. I couldn’t stop touching his cock, it was so perfect. I needed to taste it.

[MF] Mixing Business with Pleasure, or “How I Learned to Love London”

A couple years ago my job title shifted ever so slightly, but enough that suddenly I was on the road constantly. In the last 18 months alone, I’d been to more new countries than I had in the last couple decades of my life combined. Early on in this whole process, a trip to London solidified it as my favorite city to end up in. I was scheduled to go back this week, but with everything going on in the world right now, I’m locked up in my apartment reminiscing on here instead.

It’s easy to feel like a ghost when you travel a lot for work, especially if you’re single. It’s hard to shake the feeling you could just fall off the face of the earth and no one would be any the wiser for a month or two. I’ll normally fish for company on social media when I’m in new cities. Cast a line via a simple post asking if anyone I’ve ever known settled down there. Maria bit.

[FM] Reclaimed my boyfriend’s cock in a bar bathroom after he made me jealous

Henry and I had only been dating two or so months when the events of this story took place. We hadn’t started using labels, but our chemistry was undeniable and we got along like a house on fire. That being said, every once in a while, when I realized we had spent a whole weekend together or his number took over my phone’s recent call list, my old twinges of commitmentphobia would return and I would start to pull away. He always called me out when it happened, I would apologize, and we would fall back into our routine.

On the night in question, I was “finally” introducing him to my grad school friends at a happy hour near our school. I say “finally” because he had been bugging me for weeks, wanting to put faces to the names and stories. My grad school friends and I are close, frequently going on adventures together outside of working hours, and their approval has always meant a lot to me. We are in a small field and have almost all known each other since the start of the program, with many late nights in the library leading to embarrassing mornings. I know almost everything about them and they know almost everything about me. So I was pretty fucking nervous. But the timing made sense, with Henry staying with me that week because of a conference in my city and an already-planned program-wide happy hour that Thursday. I didn’t have a way of getting out of it without hurting a whole lot of feelings, so I sucked it up.

Sucking my Mighty Mack [MF]

The Mackinac Bridge is the world’s 24th longest suspension bridge. It reaches a height of 552 feet and spans five miles over the straits of Mackinac. High wind speeds can shake the bridge and can make crossing the bridge seem treacherous. The views on a clear day allow you to see miles around you, from shore to shore. I’ve crossed the bridge close to 30 times, but i’ll never forget my 2012 crossing.

In 2012 I attended a university in the northern peninsula of Michigan. The thanksgiving break was a week away and I offered up a ride south on our university’s ride sharing facebook page. Students could split gas and save driving time if you drive with people who live in the same area as you. I was headed south to Grand Rapids and figured to give it a shot.

A few day’s later Tabby messaged me on facebook. I had met her a few times before at various parties but didn’t know her well. Tabby had a reputation though, she was on the Tennis team and from what I heard, she often hung around the Hockey players at school. She was heading home about an hour south of where I was going, but wanted a ride to Grand Rapids at least.

[F]ucking [M]y girlfriends best friend in the ass.

It was a cool fall weekend following my girlfriends and I’s 4-year anniversary. We were deeply in love and had plans to spend the rest of our lives together. At that point in time, we had many sexual escapades and were very attracted towards one another. My girlfriend, well call her T has a great ass. Round, thick thighs, very jiggly and all natural. Whenever we would fuck, my fingers would eventually find their way to her virgin asshole. Eating her wet pussy out, I would always slip a finger into her asshole. She’d moan and grind against my finger but that was it. Any discussion of anal sex would be shot down. She had a boundary and I was willing to respect that. Fingering and eating her asshole out were fine but no fucking. Times where I would be jerking off, my mind would wander to videos of anal sex. I was at the point where fucking T doggy style, I would imagine pulling my wet cock out of her pussy and pressing it against her tight asshole. My ultimate fantasy was to cum in her ass.