I was in Alaska from 20XX to 20XX. I was in the Air Force doing aircraft maintenance and leadership basically did what they could to work people to death on the flight-line Most of my time was on night shift or mid-shift (I don’t remember the hours exactly, 10 hour days, five days a week were the norm, lots of 12s). I think I only worked day shift my last month or so, and some pre/post-deployment times. Speaking of, while I was there I was deployed to Afghanistan for six months (barely avoided going twice). All the time spent at work and sleeping while the world was awake didn’t lend itself to being in any real relationship. I spent most of my free time working out, I’m 5’10, 190, and was shredded then. I had a couple one/two nightstands/encounters with the ladies while I was there, but for the most part, I was in a drought, like Death Valley level drought. We’re talking about up to six months at a time with zero human affection. After I came back from the deployment I kind of stopped going out, it felt weirdly uncomfortable and kind of withdrew, that just made it that much worse.
Tag: Girlfriend
[FMF] Me and my best friend had a threesome with a hot hitchhiker
I said in my last story that Erin and I didn’t really talk about what had happened with the boy from the bar for a few days. Looking back on it I’m kinda surprised, because we were crossing a pretty empty part of the road and we spent most of it talking. But we didn’t talk about that. We talked about school, and family, and gossip about people we both knew. And then on the morning of the third day after the guy from the bar, we met Ale.
He was hitchhiking to the next town over because his girlfriend kicked him out of her car. We were still pretty far from where he was going, so something had definitely gone wrong. Erin and I kinda got the impression that they were no longer an item, but we decided not to push him for the details.
Because of the mattress in the back there wasn’t really anywhere for him to sit. That’s partly why we didn’t take many hitchhikers over the trip, but Ale was REALLY hot and we hadn’t figured out how awk the logistics were yet so we made an exception. Because of that he was just lying on the mattress while Erin and I sat in the front. We got to talking, a little bit about his girlfriend and a little bit about us. He asked if we slept in the back together which was definitely a turning point in the conversation.
[NB] Cheering up my girl[f]riends [f]riend after a harsh breakup
People involved
Me: My name is Riley, I’m 6’3, semi toned, very white and a 8.5 inch dick
My gf: Melissa, 5’1, Indian, D cup tits and a fat ass (perfect hours glass)
My gf’s friend: Rose 5’8 blonde B cup tits and an amazing butt
I [F] betrayed my religion, family, friends, boyfriend, and everything to fuck my roommate’s gorgeous boyfriend [M]
My roommate’s boyfriend comes over way too often. I hate it when I catch them kissing. I hate how I touch myself in the shower, hoping that he hears me, how I “accidentally” leave my lingerie in the living room, how I happen to do my squats in skin-tight leggings at the same time he says goodnight to her every night, how I was closer to him until she snatched him up. I hate how many parts of me drool over the thought of him, as a good Christian girl, and how, if these thoughts became public, I would be excommunicated by my boyfriend, family, fellowship, and friends.
One ovulating Tuesday during finals season, I rushed back to the apartment to hear their moans emanating from the bedroom. He sounded exactly as I imagined in my recurring fantasies– nice and breathy, calling me a good girl while pounding me to bits.
I couldn’t stop myself from sitting quietly on the couch and touching myself. With the other hand I fumbled my phone out and messaged her: *hey, Pastor Paul wanted to move your bible study earlier. Could you make it to St. John’s in 10?*
Breaking my [f]irst date rules being a tease with polyamorous [m]atch
I’ll keep the back story short; matched with C on tinder, talked for days before he revealed he and his girlfriend were in an open relationship and the strong woman within me told him I was disappointed and sick of coming second best. The curiosity in me led to discussions about this lifestyle and he revealed he was new to it all. We continued talking and he managed to talk me round to a date. We exchanged videos and pics on a regular basis and I loved the thought of him touching himself thinking about me in the bed covers bought by his girlfriend. It became a little bit of a thrill even though I knew she was aware. He loved my breasts most (as do most guys when you have an F cup) and he was a man who appreciated all the natural curves of a woman too thankfully!
[F] 26, Charmed into swallowing his huge load in Seattle
No sooner was I home from the house party and settled in for the evening than Tony’s text arrived. ‘**Hey, our convo tonight has me hard and my mind racing. At the risk of being too blunt, could you be talked into swallowing a potent huge load tonight? I haven’t cum in literally a month. It’ll be two mouthfuls** ?’ Then, ‘**I really do need it in the worst way. Please.**’ Vulgarity aside, the simplicity and directness of Tony’s ask invoked my empathy. Tony’s breakup with his ex-girlfriend shook his confidence. It’s easy to play mind games when seeking sex; why not simply ask for what you want?
Ten minutes later, Tony’s Uber pulled up to my place in Queen Anne and he bounded through the front door. ‘**I’m so hard. I need to cum in the worst way**’, he said, chucking off his coat and shoes and leaning over to kiss my neck. ‘**Thank you, Alison**.’
I locked the door as Tony unbuttoned his shirt and shucked out of his jeans. I had him lay back in the easy chair, completely naked and hard. I pulled off my blouse and bra, mesmerized at the thickness of his erection, but also the size of his balls. Literally, two bowling balls on a guy who couldn’t be more than 5’4”. Tony caught my gaze. ‘**Yeah. A lot of pregnancies in my family**’, he grinned.
It was all so innocent (gay, BDSM, blkmale)
Part 1: All So Innocent All So Innocent…. It started innocently enough. My wife had told me about alt.com, a web site for adults who liked to indulge in bondage, role playing. Etc. We met in the S&M scene in DC years ago and she was way more active than I and after kids, had grown tired of it entirely. Needing an account to view the other profiles, I created a Gmail account and then came up with what I thought was a clever and used “neil4owner” for the Alt account name. It played with my submissive curiosity, and was available. Mostly I watched the uploaded pictures and videos, thinking how brave (foolish?) those posters were…as I tossed off at the images. Sometimes I’d watch a live web cam…but never commented, until one day I was watching this hot shemale playing with her cock and tits, getting me all kinds of hot. I messaged her that she was getting me so hard..and to my amazement, she messaged back asking to see it. I’m not embarrassed to say that, even approaching 50, I keep myself in shape. 5’8″ 165 lbs and shaved clean below the waist, at the request of the Mrs. But I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to take a picture with my phone…worked owned that..all I had was my cam. So, after a tiny bit of prodding from her…I turned on my cam and showed her my bulge. She just laughed and messaged me to “Show me that fucking cock!” Thrown just slightly by her tone…and unable to move, I felt my knees get weak…and I lowered my pants…and underwear, showing her my cock. It was thrilling. I looked at myself and saw how hard and rigid I looked on cam…just my cock. No face. She asked me to jerk off…telling me to think about sucking on her cock. I touched myself, while she slowly messaged her dripping cock. We just got off on each other and I was about to cum when suddenly I realized that somebody else was watching me. When I opened my camera for her…I was also opening my cam up for anyone else who wanted to watch. First 2, then 3 people watched my hard cock. All were older than my 49 years and they started to chat with me. “So bitch, anyone own you?” “Nice cock faggot” “Anyone breed that ass yet, bitch?” And at their comments I came as hard as I had ever cum. Now satiated, I closed my cam and the web pages as fast as I could, while trying to not drip cum all over the computer. I tried to distance myself from what had just happened. Why did I get off so hard at their verbal humiliation? I took a shower and tried to get back to life. It was fun, but it’s over. I thought. The next morning I received an email from an account I didn’t recognize. And it was from an Alt.com member. It read, in part, “Nice show yesterday Faggot. Did you enjoy showing off your little clit for us?” I was stunned. And I was hard. “I’ve been looking for somebody to play with on cam. You’re it, bitch.” My hard-on was hurting, straining. “When you get this, log-on. I’ll be around. You’re going to perform for me.” I sat there for at least 20 minutes. Reading and re-reading his (I assumed) email. I was home along. After 25 minutes, I signed back in, and rejoined the chat sessions. Within five minutes, he messaged me. “I knew you’d be here slut. Did your clitty get hard when you read my email.” I just stared at his messaged. And then I answered honestly. “yes.” He seemed to enjoy that. “That’s right. Turn your fucking cam on. NOW! Your mic too!” My heart sunk…and my cock was as hard as it had ever been in its life. I was helpless to resist. I opened my cam, and he immediately joined. “Lose the clothes little faggot! Now! Nothing but your white pussy flying in the breeze” Hastily I stripped down and soon I was sitting at my desk nude, my cam pointed at my cock and balls. “Put your feet up on your desk. I wanna see that pussy up close.” Shifting forward I did as ordered. It was exhilarating. I was doing what someone, a man no less, wanted. Anything he wanted. I felt so slutty. Pre-cum dribbled out my cock. “So, think you’re gonna cum?” he messaged. I started to message back that I was, and he messaged me to just say it. The microphone. I had forgotten. “Yes, I think I’m going to cum.” I said. “Why”, he messaged. “Huh, faggot, why?” I sat for what felt like hours, but less than a minute later, he messaged me again. “Tell me why, or I’m leaving now.” Without thinking twice, I shouted out, “Because you make me feel like a slut and whore and I think that’s really what I am.” “Excellent.” He messaged. “Cum for me now and lick it off your fingers, bitch! And for the life of me, I did. After I settled down, he messaged me one last time for the day. And it would change my life. “Well done faggot. You’ve confirmed that I choose my bitch well. And you are now my bitch.” Then, as if pronouncing sentencing he continued, by using my full name. I was stunned. How? “I knew you were ripe for the taking. You were so easy. Do you have any idea what’s on the wall behind you?” I went beet red. My technical certification was hanging on the wall behind my head the whole time. With my full name and chapter. “I own you now, bitch. You’ll do what I want, when I want. I recorded the whole sordid debauchery and anyone who knows you will know it’s you. And the best part? We don’t live 35 minutes apart. Rest, bitch, but know that one piece at a time, I’ll own every part of you. Ta ta.” I was trapped. All I could do was wait and see if it would all blow over. ——————– Questions/Comments? Please email: neilspankme@gmail.com
Right in front of her roommate [MF]
I (M) was about 22 at the time and was FWBs with a 19 year old trinidadian american girl named Shana. She was slender, about 5’7 with golden yellow skin, a cute face, a short length hair style w/ long legs and nice beautiful breasts (of course, that’s what everyone wants to know right? Lol).
We met via a job at a supermarket and ended up becoming hook up buddies, basically smoking weed and then fucking each other every now and then. We were pretty compatible in bed, so our little mutual friendship went on for awhile.
One night she invited me to her dorm room to hang out. I obliged and drove to meet her. When I got there she introduced me to her roommate Maria, who was a cute brunette girl, kind of on the BBW side. She was really nice and loved to laugh. We all hung out, smoked weed and had a few drinks.
[MF] Lost my virginity to a prostitute
I am so glad I am finding all these subreddits so I can get some things off my chest that no one or few people know. Years ago I (m42) finally lost my virginity to a prostitute. I was 24 years old when all my friends had been laid and of course bragged about it. I was as green as gras, women came not from Venus but from a whole different dimension. In other words, I never managed to find a girl let alone kiss or have sex with one. And I was so bloody horny all the time..
Somewhere in the summer my parents (I still lived in the parental house back then) went on a vacation to a park with holiday houses. I stayed at home, enjoying my freedom. On the last full day of my parents holiday I decided I was sick and tired of being a virgin. In the local newspaper there often were ads from escort-agencies in the neighbourhood. So full of nerves I called one up, I think it was the biggest in the region. The lady on the phone was very nice. She asked what I wanted (a young and slim girl) and we arranged a time in the evening. I already had a boner thinking about it.
bus ride home [F]
When I was a senior in high school (18 years old), I was on a bus traveling for a competition with my choir. A guy I had a crush on for awhile (who we will call Ethan) happened to sit by me, which surprised me, but I was excited to talk to him on the long drive. I was a little awkward at first, but the conversation was flowing and I liked getting to know him better. We got to the competition and he was giving me looks the whole time.
Once we were done with our performance, we got back on the bus for the drive back, and Ethan sat by me again. It was a little after dinner time by this point and it was starting to get dark. I brought a blanket for the bus ride and got it out of my bag. I asked Ethan if he wanted to share and of course he said yes. We started cuddling a bit and I pretended to fall asleep, lying my head on his shoulder.