Regret

“It’s nice to see you!”

That’s what she had said. Somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to say the same.

“Alright, goodnight!” You held a pained smile for just as long as it took for Alice and her new boyfriend to round the corner and then your shoulders sank in defeat.

Alice, at least at one point, had been the love of your life. The story of how that came to end wasn’t long, nor was it complicated. It certainly didn’t leave you looking good, especially now that it was five years later and she had just introduced you to her new husband.

Derek was tall, handsome, and successful by the look of his clothes and watch. Next to him, petite Alice looked like a doll, and she was certainly dressed like one.

You had not been nearly as successful. You’ve had a string of relationships, sure, but they had not been what you hoped for.

For the Night is Only Mostly Dark, and Full of Delicious Terrors (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Some people reading these stories have asked why I would take the risk of having illicit sex at all, much less heighten that risk by playing in public or semi-public places.

Same reason people skydive, folks. Same reason they get in shark cages and hang out with great whites.

It’s a fucking, pardon the pun, rush. If you’ve done it, you know what I mean.

Even so, sometimes I look back at an encounter and think, *I have no idea in* ***hell*** *how I got away with that*.

So, to set the stage (and warning, this is kind of a longer one):

This would have been the late 1990s, or maybe the early 2000s. Dates around the turn of the millennium tend to sort of run together, two decades on, and while my memory’s good, it isn’t photographic where the calendar is concerned.

This was back when Yahoo Chat was the connecting point of choice for a lot of people, me included. In addition to the regular chatrooms — grouped by age, state, that sort of thing — there were user-created chatrooms that were supposedly reserved for grownups.

Cindy and Marcus’s 3 day no BC trip runs long, while I wait and wank [MF], [MFM]

I’ve mentioned in other posts that Cindy had an IUD, so we had always been comfortable letting Marcus cum inside her. And he did often.

After Marcus moved things had settled down for us some, so to speak. Cindy and I were as passionate as ever and even went out a few times with the idea of re-creating the magic. We had some fun but nothing that ever really turned into anything, so we kept it simple. Just us.

It had been almost a year since we played with anyone outside of our marriage and as we were climbing through our 30s rapidly decided that it was time to try for a baby. We talked it over continuously, like we do with most things. Seriously, we talk a lot, I think that’s the reason all this has worked for us. Honestly.

So we talked it over and decided she would have her IUD removed! It was a simple thing; she made the appointment, three days later we’re in the Doc’s office, an hour after that we’re home making attempt number one!

First Post – Meet Amelie, my alter-ego… [FM]

Hi Guys & Girls

This is my first post here so be gentle – well, not too gentle…

I’m going to introduce you to a girl during this first read, and her name is Amelie, she’s not a real person, which I know isn’t strictly in compliance with rule number 3 (true stories only), but the stories themselves ARE true, only Amelie is fictional.

See, Amelie – she’s my alter-ego. I’m a mostly respectable woman. I live in the UK, I’m 30, I have shoulder length blonde hair, a sexy/average body (no muscles – size 8), a dirty smile and I dutifully lay under my husband at regular intervals – and I still swallow his cum – whenever required – and let’s get this out of the way now; hubby is great – I love him, he loves me, the sex is fine and we have a nice life.

[M]y Daughter’s friend wanted a [F]acial. [LONG]

It was ridiculously hot for an April afternoon. The sun was shining directly into the window of my office where I sat finishing up on some documents for a loan I was processing for a local landscaping business. It was around four p.m. on a Friday afternoon and the bank I worked in downtown was dead quiet and still. The calm before the storm of workers coming to cash their company checks. The spring had just entered full swing, though the temperature outside was so high that you could have convinced me that it was already late June. We had broken 80 yesterday and in North Carolina there is no such thing as a dry heat. The humidity is the absolute worst part of living down here.

I guess I just love older women [Part 3] [Cheating] [MF]

Alright, so last I left off I had just taken Cheryl, my mother in law, over the desk in my office and pumped her full before sending her on her merry way.

We went downstairs and it was just the dog mooching around. Cheryl went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and then left before anyone else returned home. That was the initial story she gave, so it was just as well she had the time to clear out. I went back to bed and Stranger Things. Something something nothing is stranger then having a cock wet with your mother in laws pussy juices.

Cheryl texted from the road that she had to pull over and “deal with an issue” — along with a pic. Looks like I had really pumped her full.

In the coming days we developed a protocol to talk via a texting app, with fake names for each other. That way, if one person got caught (read: me) it wouldn’t implicate the other. This enabled us both to be more free with our language.

Our [MF] First Time Going to a Sex Club

This happened in September of 2018

We hadn’t been to a sex club before. I had a business trip in Toronto, and my girlfriend came with me.  While I was busy working during the day, we had our evenings free. In exploring Toronto, I came accross a few sex clubs, and thought they sounded interesting. She was game to try one, so we picked one of them, and decided to go that Saturday night.

The time came, and we were nervous as hell. I had contacted the club a few days earlier to make sure we could go, and we got a green light.  When we punched in the address, we got more nervous. We checked in with each other to make sure we still wanted to do this, and we both said yes.

We arrived at the club, and the entrance was nice and normal. I gave them our made up names, and got us checked in and money paid. Since it was our first time to this club, we got the tour. The tour included the rules of conduct. Hearing the rules started to make us feel more at ease. They showed us all the different rooms to play in, as well as the beds out in the open. They let us know that we were welcome to play with whoever we wanted to, wherever we wanted, as long as consent was asked and given.

Remembering [m]y sister (back story) [f] [mf] [incest]

Disclaimer: I originally posted this in 10 parts in the incest subreddit about a year ago before they recently quarantined that group. I wanted to re-read it as it brings back so much memories (She passed away about 2 years ago). But my posts were gone after that group was scrubbed. I was luckily able to re-find it through some internet forensics though. So I’m going to take a stab at reposting it here, maybe keeping it more accessible to myself through a live subreddit. even though it’s probably against the rules. But fuck it, it’s worth a shot! I’m keeping my original introductions/rambling intact from those old posts. Thanks for indulging me.

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(Note: I took some liberties with dialogue, etc to make it a better read. That and it was 20 years ago! And I’ve always ripped on my sister for having an “old lady name” so I guess it would be funny if I call her “Ethel” in this story. I sincerely hope none of you have a Grandma Ethel.)

“Date night” means more than it does on Facebook. [MF][TF]

My Facebook update for this weekend was a mishmash of awesome family fun on Sunday, and about how we had a date night on Saturday.

“We”. The word “we” is not specific to any number of people, only more than one. I’ll let my family think that my wife and I went out to the movies or something. >:)

Instead, “we” really means “my wife, my girlfriend, and her T-girlfriend.” There was a round of drinks followed by several rounds of snogging and rimjobs in a big puppy pile on the sofa. Eventually we untangled and took the action upstairs to our bedroom.

Rebel (the girlfriend) got to show off her nJoy toy and how she uses it to get herself off – first in her pussy then in her ass. After that first orgasm, I went down on her until she came again while Misty (the T-girlfriend) made out with my wife.

By this point, I was really eager to put my cock in Rebel’s ass, but since I couldn’t immediately find our lube, I decided her pussy juice would probably do just fine. After all, it’s what she used on her toy! So I started fucking her pussy missionary style with her knees up for just a little while before moving my cock down to her ass.

The time my fwb/ex convinced her friend that I would be a great judge for a BJ contest [MF][Cheating]

Dear Penthouse Letters…

Ok well honestly I’m a little too young to get that reference but still old enough to read a ton of erotica that started with it, satirical or not. Either way, the following is true, no I can’t prove it… I was a good Christian kid who’s dad had found his porn stash one too many times so I stopped keeping evidence.

This story is about Anders, and how she somehow convinced me to judge a Blowjob contest while I was dating neither of the contestants. Anders was the type of girl who was able to charm their way past just about anyone. When I first met her I was your typical quiet Christian cult member. (Think Mormon, but we called ourselves “non-denominational”) I’d been porn free for almost a year, I denied the deep seeded perversion growing within me, and there was no way I was going to get married without my virginity intact. Anders had different ideas. Within a year of meeting she was my first girlfriend. She spent the whole first date innocently grinding on my lap, the second date she didn’t stop until I’d accidentally came. A date later she my first hand job, within a few weeks my first BJ was surpassed… hell within the year we dated she was everything except my first PiV, but due to the emotional attachment I still consider her as the one I lost my virginity too.