Unexpected heat [FF]

Last night, my girlfriend took me by my throat and threw me down on to the bed. She already had rope and handcuffs set up and ready to tie me down. She kissed me and teased me, then slapped my face when I reached up for more. She told me, “no, you don’t deserve to know what comes next,” and tied a silk blindfold around my eyes.

I was dripping with anticipation.

She slid her fingers inside me and pulsed back and forth, just enough to make me beg to have my clit touched. “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she said, thrusting harder inside me. When I whimpered my apologies, letting her know I was her toy to do whatever with, I felt the cold touch of her vibrator against my clit. In seconds, my clit was buzzing and waiting for release.

Then she stopped.

I [M] helped my friend’s G[F] move on

This happened around 8-9 years ago, and is one of those experiences you don’t easily forget. Back then I had this friend called Dan, which at the time was one my best
friends. We were always doing stuff together, either with all of our friends, just the two of us, or together with his girlfriend at the time, called Lana. The main reason
we were so close was actually because he was pushing it. Always calling me to hang out, coming by, “accidentally” bumping into me at places he knew I would be. Despite being
very annoying at times, he was a relatively OK guy, and we did have fun together most of the time, so I let all of those things slide. When we met, he had just broken up
with his girlfriend of 5 years and was in one those awful states where he would just go on and on about women and how much he was hurting. But being the nice guy that I am,
I endured.

[MF] The hottest not sex I have ever had.

So this took place about 20 years ago or so. Names changed to protect the innocent, everyone legal age. All that jazz.

I was about 22 years old at the time. My girlfriend and I had split up about six months before, I needed a place to stay and my good friend Mike told me about the place he was renting.
He and another friend of his, Elizabeth had been renting a house and were looking for a third roommate. I was down immediately. I liked Mike and the area the house was in was quiet and not far from work. Plus there was quite a bit of nightlife around and being young and newly single I enjoyed that a lot.

I was the lead guitar player in a punk band at the time and not a horrible looking guy so I had no shortage of company or options.

The first night I moved in I met Elizabeth, I would like to say there was an instant attraction and she just leapt into my arms, but that’s not the case at all. We introduced ourselves, discussed some basic logistics for the house, work schedules, cleaning standards and bills and rent splitting then planned a dinner for later in the week.
That was it.

[mf oral] Mark&Amy Chapter 8

**Chapter 8**

It was pretty easy for Amy to slip into the mindset of being intimate with Mark. It was basically the same as what she’d been doing already, except without the pretense of trying to cure him of his attraction to her. In the mornings, they would have breakfast together before class. Mark wanted to have morning showers together, but Amy vetoed that request, pointing out that they hadn’t gotten very clean the first time they’d tried it, and “accidents” could happen if they made a habit of it.

They met again at lunch, although Liz would often join them, which made Amy a little uncomfortable. She still hadn’t figured out what to do about that whole situation. Mark had told her that he would handle it, but it still felt awkward to sit across from the perky, sweet girlfriend of the brother who was cheating with her and act like nothing was wrong.

After class, they would spend a little time apart. It was almost the only time Amy returned to her own dorm. They would handle homework and other obligations. And in the evening, Amy would go to Mark’s room with her next day’s clothes in her backpack.

[MFF] Colombia Life… Planned Threesome, ended up fucking her 18yo friend while she watched

**Intro**

I haven’t written any stories, but I might how this is received. I have a lot, but I’m sure most people want to hears from women. I’m not sure if my story lives up the the slutdom the girls can get away with, but this definitely isn’t the sluttiest story. Colombia is great for a guy like me who is heavily promiscuous. I’m a prototypical Chad, 6ft, 7×5.5 dick, symmetrical, muscular, etc.(not humblebrag, just reality) so I already get pretty much unlimited pussy through tinder and other dating apps in the states. But living in Colombia? It rains and it pours. Gorgeous women cream for a tall muscular white guy. Most guys in Colombia aren’t that fit, and rely on money, heavily into prostitutes, etc. I speak fluent Spanish at this point too, so there’s no issues I’m running into. From the stories I’ve heard from other guys, they have the hardest times often with Colombian women when their money isn’t involved. Colombian women are hard to get, you really have to have game, living there two years definitely developed it for me. But I find I get the most pussy when I’m cocky as fuck from already having a harem of women willing to do anything for me.

Failed NNN with my first threesome (and it didn’t include my GF [MFF]

*I’m a rambler, if you just want to read about the sex scroll to the asterisks*

I’m 19, just started going to college this fall, and my girlfriend and I have been together for more than 2 years as of October. We’ve been open since just after the start of school. We’re going to the same school, and we are happy in our relationship as is, but we wanted to explore the world of dating as college students, so here we are.

I don’t think I’m great at picking people up at parties, so my go-to option ended up being Tinder (despite it being occasionally soul-sucking). I have pretty good luck, over the last few months I’ve met some pretty fantastic girls and gotten some great FWBs out of the deal.

L is 6′ tall (I’m not quite 5’10”) and somehow lucked out with a great pair of perky tits and a tight ass with just the right amount of bounce. We’ve hooked up probably half a dozen times and she is very cool and casual both sexually and otherwise. She’s a freshman like me, but luckily for both of us she’s got no roommate in the dorm.

Medieval Festival [MF]

It was a medieval festival. It’s something from my boyfriend. He is a fan of those things. He asked me to accompany him. We went and it was in a small forest. There was a small esplanade where some small street shops were placed selling “medieval” items from things like food, to armor. There were also stages for shows and fights.

We went in several cars, my boyfriend his friends and I, and some girlfriends of those guys. One of those guys saw me a lot, especially in the ass. I always like that they look at me lustfully. I let him look at me without saying anything and was looking for a chance to show him my ass. He was going with his girlfriend and that made me more horny. The guy didn’t talk to me much, I didn’t know him until that day.

The afternoon arrived and we decided to put the tent before it got too dark. We look for a comfortable place in the forest and install them. My boyfriend was carrying a big tent and we installed another 2 small ones. We didn’t say where we would sleep, but we were a large group.

Family Sex Party [sister; cousin; others; orgy]

By J.K. Jones

My sister Cheryl asked me if I wanted to go to an orgy with her. We had just finished fucking and were lying together in her bed, spooning our naked, sweaty bodies, a small spattering of juice and cum here and there on our crotches. Her fingers were lightly playing with my chest hair, and I could feel her large tits against my arm and shoulder as she lay half upon me.

“Um, sure I guess,” I said. “Have never been.”

“These are people I met through Tinder,” Cheryl told me. “Nice people, sexy. My friends Calvin and Stephanie are going to host something. Eight or ten people I think. They don’t know you are my brother.”

“And everyone fucks each other?” I asked, more curious than excited. It was such an odd concept to me.

My sister giggled, and flicked my nipple. “The guys all play straight. If we play, you’ll probably end up fucking some of the girls.

“Oh, ok, and you’d be okay with that?” I asked.

“Sure, but you’ll have to be okay with watching me get fucked by other guys, and suck other dicks. Think you can handle that?”

Stabled

It was 1am and Dave was doing his rounds. Tonight wasn’t strictly necessary as the riding stables he was working security for had no horses in, they were all away to the races. Dave however was a man of routine. Ex-army and took the job seriously. It wasn’t his night tonight either, he was doing the shift for one of his team so that they could have the night off and party.

The grooms had taken the chance to clear the stables out and instead of relining them with hay, they had left them to air, then all the people working on the stud had gone down to the town for a booze-up. It didn’t happen to often that the place was this deserted, so they were all taking the chance to let their hair down. Dave smiled, there were going to be some good stories from this night as the grooms were a mixture of girls and boys and all were young and fit, some fitter than others.

As he quietly walked through the deserted buildings he thought he heard something and stopped to listen. In the dark he could hear footsteps, two sets. He moved back further into the shadows and waited.

The big storm [FF]

The hurricane was supposed to be bad. I lived in a little studio apartment on a side of town that was supposed to get it bad so in preparation I temporarily moved in with my friend.

Four of us lived in the apartment. There was my friend Rebecca and her husband Michael. They occupied the master bedroom. I held the adjoining bedroom, and Brian lived up in the loft. When I was younger I thought I might hook up with Brian, we shared a lot in common but after college he would bring his much too younger girlfriend home and Rebecca and I would scare them off, laughing as we picked at Brian and his choice of women.

It was the night of the big storm. The lights had gone out and we were relying on the heat from the fireplace. Luckily, there were two in the house; one in the huge living room with the sink-in couch, and one in the master bedroom. Michael had gone to bed early, exhausted from his day at work, and Brian had called us to say he was snowed in at a friend’s house and wouldn’t be home. Rebecca knew I would be in the living room alone for the night and decided that we should have a mini slumber party with hot chocolate and ghost stories, since we had no television or music to listen to. We had long since ran out of silly stories and gradually fell into a comfortable silence.