I [F28] am a (mostly) gay lady who lives with a roommate [M31], who we’ll call Chris. Chris and I weren’t particularly tight before quarantine but have always gotten along well enough overall – we’d exchange pleasantries throughout the day and hang out a couple nights a week drinking whiskey and chatting. I’m about 5’8”, fairly normal build, brown hair, green eyes, but will say I do have great tits (36 F – a high school ex once said “anything more than a handful is just a waste” to me, but everyone I’ve been with since has heartily disagreed). I’m probably rocking an extra ten pounds from quarantine and cheese but it doesn’t really bother me. Chris is like 5’10”, wiry, easy to smile, nerdy in an intellectual way but overall a cute guy with a very dry sense of humor. Anyway, cut to quarantine – we’ve gotten a lot closer and found that we have a lot in common. We’ve stayed up late most nights talking and drinking and while I wouldn’t exactly say there’s been sexual tension, there’s definitely a sexy/combative energy there as we both really like to debate and spar.
Tag: Girlfriend
Mikey and Mrs. Jones part 3
“You’ve got 30 seconds,” she said as she reached up behind her back to unhook her bra.
Mikey’s eyes widened as Ashley’s creamy boobs spilled free. Finally! He lost no time in filling his hands with tender young titty meat, gently squeezing and jiggling the incredibly firm but pliant globes. The small pink nipples were stiff and standing. He immediately started sucking–he was not going to waste a single one of those precious seconds!
His dick was straining his zipper, had been all evening as he sat in the stands during the game and watched Ashley and her fellow cheerleaders. It was like his dick knew that tonight he was finally going to get somewhere with his chronically prick-teasing girlfriend.
And here he was, in her bedroom, kneeling before her as she sat on the edge of her bed. He had gotten her cheerleader sweater off her during a hot and heavy make-out session. Some over-the-bra fondling of the titties, along with not a little bit of begging on his part, and he’d finally gotten at those luscious fruits.
And they were spectacular!
A blast from the past – take #1
I had known Lydia for a little while at this point and we had been on the same Swim team whilst in high-school.
She was one year younger than me but was even since school had always enjoyed the attention she would get from the guys. Whilst she hated the term slut, she was highly dependant upon the attention of guys and was always very willing to do anything a guy asked her too.
After school She attended the same university as I did, and lived just down the road. Whilst she wasn’t the closest of friends and I only saw her sporadically, my fleeting girlfriends would always be irked by her and seemingly territorial when she was around. We had a very strong chemistry and it was undeniable that there was always sexual tension when we were near one another.
I lived in a house with 5 other guys who were all great fun but highly suspicious and disapproving of Lydia, deeming her to only cause trouble. It was one of the rare nights when my house mates and I had decided to stay in and only have a few drinks and watch a film. Following the film we all made our way to our respective rooms. I was in bed drifting off to sleep when I received a text from Lydia and she sounded very distressed.
The Perfect Doormat [M/F, domination, humiliation] (first two chapters, draft)
The Perfect Doormat
Patrick E. Chauvin
Preface
There are two classes of people who should not attempt to read this text. One is the kind who feel easily offended and who do not appreciate the dark side of the human mind, believing that it somehow competes with the bright one, like puerile movies like to show, instead of complementing it. The other group is that of people who are very big fans of genital action, dedicating a large amount of their attention to this task, not even considering that sex may be something else than acting like bonobos. Curiously, one may often find these two groups quarrelling, and they both seem to believe that they are polar opposite factions in some kind of big, epic war. However, they both have in common that they will highly dislike this text. It may be that this is a terrible text, or it may be that I may be onto something!
Chapter 1: On Sale
Matt just wanted a new shirt. One that looked as good as possible despite his budding belly —he liked to work out from time to time, but like in other realms of life, he would not renounce tastiness in favour of healthiness. As he looked at a pile of shirts on sale, he heard a feminine, sweet voice beside him.
[M]y [F]irst foray into cheating, with my then housemate at med school. Part #1
Back at medical school, in my first year, my girlfriend and I shared a room in a house with about 4 others – for anonymity let’s call them A, D, L and S. My girlfriend I’ll refer to as G from now on. A, D and L don’t really feature much here as they were oblivious bystanders; the feature of this story is S.
S is younger than I am by around 3 years – at the time I was 25 and she was 22. She is a bigger woman, very curvy but in a way that suits her just right. She carries a huge rack; I never asked the size but they must have been close to watermelons. I had fantasised over these for many months. [Here’s a pic](https://i.imgur.com/dtTWg15.jpg) with a blurred face to give you an idea.
We had all lived together for about 9 months by the onset of this story, working hard and playing hard like the old adage of medical school. S was (and I believe still is) in an open relationship but myself, not so much. I was living with my girlfriend of about half a decade. Whilst G was a good looker, we had a strange distant sort of relationship. It’s hard to explain.
Thighs to die for [MF] [DD/lg] [oral] [relationship sex]
“Mmmm, thighs to die for, squeeze my head with those while I eat you out,” he said while cuddling me and grasping my ass and thighs.
“Mmmm, where and when?” I replied, moaning as he pinched and rolled my nipple, sending a jolt of lust through my body, making my pussy ache for him.
“Right now,” he said as he made his way down and took my panties off as he went.
He wasted no time expertly eating my pussy, gently but quickly circling my clit, I squeezed his head with my thighs the best I could while writhing with pleasure. He loves eating my pussy and I love him even more for it. I ran my fingers through his hair, trying not to pull too hard as my first orgasm appeared on the tip of his tongue. I moaned as I came for him, melting underneath him.
He made his way back up to my lips and I kissed him hungrily. I love the way I taste on his lips and linger in his beard. The smell and taste turn me on like nothing else. He kissed me passionately, our tongues dancing, before he pushed me down to reciprocate.
Edging myself [m] while waiting for her [f] on the couch.
I have never written a story like this but I have been a longtime reader and appreciator of them. I am a 29 year old male living in the midwest, currently quarantined as a third wheel to my roommate and his girlfriend. Boredom has caused me to go over some older experiences from when I had the luxury of my own apartment and no pandemic holding me back. For visual context I am a fairly attractive white guy with dark hair, ever-changing facial hair, a couple tattoos, glasses, and a body type that is stocky but runs a fair amount.
When I was about 23-24 I had moved out of my parents house and into a one bedroom apartment in the city. I was living on my own for the first time and quickly realized that I needed to use that to its maximum potential. I was naked in there most of the time just because I could. This is the period of my life where I really learned more about what I was into and my kinks. Turns out I am really into edging, a bit of denial, teasing, and mutual masturbation. I would use my big TV in my living room to watch porn and have my own fun on my couch. My edging sessions would usually take about an hour and on a handful of occasions much longer. This is also when I discovered Tinder for the first time. Eventually I was able to use all of these new discoveries together in an incredibly risky and obviously terrible way.
True story from visiting my sister in Barcelona
This is a true story and I’m using a throwaway account as I wouldn’t want any of my friends to ever see this but it’s something I need to get off my chest.
So long story short my (M23) sister (F21) was studying abroad in Barcelona last summer. My family decided to take a trip to Spain while she was there and link up with her the week she finished. We’ve always been super close and been extremely open sex and our experiences compared to the average siblings. We also over the year have been flirty when drunk but nothing ever came of it as I think we both realized how wrong it would be.
When we got to Barcelona to meet up with my sister my parents got two rooms, one for my sister and I and one for them on a separate floor. I was excited to see my sister as I had been with my parents the last three weeks and was looking forward to going out with her and her study abroad friends to experience the night life in Barcelona. The first morning we got there we checked into the hotel then headed to the beach with our parents. It just so happened to be a nude beach which obviously none of us took part in but after seeing families there where the moms and sister were naked I wished I could see my sister topless. My sister is definitely “hot” and I’ve always gotten shit for it from friends. She’s blond and 5’7 with an athletic build with large breast (guessing Cs) and a big butt.
The Way I Lost My Virginity [Light-Hearted and True] [FM]
I lost my virginity at the age of 16 to my first “real boyfriend.” You know the kind–you’re just getting into boys, have maybe 10 things in common with him, and think “Yes, you are here at the right time and place…perfect for the role.”
I wasn’t a delicate flower, and I worked a little backwards in terms of womanhood introductions. My sister had been begging me to use a tampon for years, saying things like, “You have no *idea* how comfortable they are.” I refused until I was fingered for the first time and realized I could shove things in me without repercussions. Before that, my vagina was a mysterious cavity in between my legs. Sometimes, I looked at it in a hand mirror as I wondered about the secrets within.
Then Dan came along, and metaphorical and literal barriers were broken.
Cut to my deflowering: My parents are away. It’s daylight. I’m straddling Dan, and I put Ludacris’ “Splash Waterfalls” on repeat in my boombox. Romantic poetry like, “Know how to mack a broad, she’s on your sack and balls, You call her Jabberjaws, what? (fuck, me!)” is floating from the speakers. I suck Dan’s big Jewish dick, using my handy Urban Decay edible marshmallow body powder on his balls. He lets out little chuckles and tells me the leopard-print powder puff is tickling him. I lick up the overpriced, sparkly dust.
Mistaken Identity
So my brothers girlfriend was staying the night at our house.
I call her twin because we look alike, we were both born on the same day and her name is Anna mine Annabelle.
The confusion happen because Anna was supposed to meet my brother in his room to “fool around!”
But Anna fell asleep. We both did!
So it has to be around 2am and my horny brother walks in.
He pulls at my panties and slides them off, I’m still sleeping… when he starts eating my pussy I wake up.
“Devin what the fuck?”
He still doesn’t realize it’s me, and I kind of want to mess with him so I let him finish.
He lick’s inside my pussy, spells words on my clit, but when his tongue touches my ass hole I push his face deep into my crotch and cum hard!
Before I can explain he has the wrong girl he flips me on my stomach spreads my legs apart, spits on his cock and shoves it in my pussy!
I grab a pillow and scream into in so I don’t wake Anna. My brother is huge! No wonder she always wants him to spend the night.