When a romantic night is ruined?[MF] [MFF]

I have a lot of stories to tell. Some seem a lot like “dear penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me…” But I’ll admit they’re true. I tend to be in the right place more often than not. I’ll try not to embellish too much and be as honest as I can be.

What are we doing this for?
Loooong story short we’re still married, but we have had some hang ups, still do. My wife had a relationship within 4 years of our marriage. I had done nothing until year 7.

Still battling this and that, my wife had to go on “business trip” (legit) for some time. We decided that things were getting better (as well as they could be) we would rekindle things on a trip and she would leave on her trip the next day from the city we had driven to.

We got to the posh hotel (this could’ve been an ad for the amazing deal we got on the room and place) We get in, have a mediocre quickie, and then plan for a nice dinner some drinks, shopping, and hopefully better sex. This didn’t happen.

I used to have a crazy fun roommate [MF]

A few years ago I moved into West Hollywood with a girl I had only just met at work. She was quiet and seemed quite intelligent so I thought “what the heck let’s try it out.”

The first week I moved in was amazing. Her boyfriend was sick and stayed at his house that week so we had the place to ourselves and since we worked together we had all the time to ourselves too. We hung out every night drinking wine and shooting shit. I got to learn a lot of fun facts like how she is bisexual, used to be a stripper and a sugar baby and meet rich guys online so she could have sex with them in exchange for gifts and money and trips to Italy etc etc… It was interesting to meet someone so quiet and meek and discover that behind closed doors they were a whole different person. It was actually quite sexy and mysterious. The more comfortable we got with each other the more I started to feel this underlying desire. It might have had something to do with the fact that the more comfortable we got with each other, the less clothing she would wear around the house.

Fucking my friends 4’10” girlfriend behind his back [MF]

Steve was a great guy but he was small, weak, nervous, and lacking confidence. He was skinny with self-diagnosed diseases left and right that left him spending most days watching Netflix in bed. Marissa was pasty with the round sweet face of a little Irish girl. Her tits perked upwards through the t-shirts that she’d wear around the apartment and her skin would get flush when embarrassed. You could pick up her 110 lbs, which left nice curves where it counts and little b-cups to bounce, and throw her… literally throw her, around your room. Well… Steve couldn’t. These aren’t judgments, just facts.

One weekend Steve went to visit his family. Marissa had a rich dad who would often send money unconditionally to pay off the weed bill that they had accumulated with me as I let them take from my stash whenever they wanted. She came in with $450 in cash in the waste-band of her gym shorts. She was still groggy from an afternoon nap in Steve’s bed, but awake from her walk to the corner store to withdraw the now-transferred money.

“What are you doing in Steve’s room down there?” / “Just watching Planet Earth.”

My first lesbian experience! Cucking my bull [FFM]

REPOST: forgot to do the appropriate gender tag!! Sorry!!

Ok, ok the amount of DMs I am getting from you guys are super sweet and are asking me about my Easter story! So I figured, two days after Easter, it would be the time to tell it. This does have a considerable back story, so I apologize in advance if some details are unclear.

This story takes place 2 years ago. I had this bull who was one of my regulars. Like I loved this man. He gave me butterflies and had me completely head over heals for him. But like myself, sometimes my bulls have relationships. Derrick was the same. We had met at a bar and talked for awhile. Had our cuckold relationship and everything went very smoothly.

One day, during one of our dates, he tells me that he got a girlfriend. I was very taken aback by this. This could be the end of our relationship, so I ask him what’s next. He told me that we have our relationship and him and this new girl have their own relationship. I breathe a breath of relief. So, me and Derrick continue to meet for close to 3 more months before I receive a text that says:

Birthday Boy John (mf+, teen, cons, bi) [Part 1/?]

*The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy, not real life. Please treat it as such.*

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John stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his small frame was still developing but he could see how his shoulders had broadened lately and a few dark hairs had grown under his thin arms. He turned to the side and looked down at his soft penis, it had 14 hairs around it (he had counted every day for the past week since he had noticed them) and it even looked a little thicker. He shook it and pulled on it until it started to grow and lengthen, he smiled and thrust his hips out a little. “Grow cock, grow long and hard,” he whispered and moved toward the running shower.

The Eye of the Beholder – Chapter 1 [MF][Masturbation]

**If you’re not into reading a long story and just want to get straight to the action then this might not be for you. **

Chapter 1

Jay walked down the street in the darkening sunset with all the approachability of a brick wall. He was staring out the ground, his dirty blonde hair long enough to hang in front of his face. Combined with the headphones blaring music into his ears his appearance practically screamed “Leave me alone!”. Aside from his unapproachability Jay was anything but extraordinary, he was just shorter than average, 24 and was slim without seeming skeletal: a perfectly average looking young man to the casual observer. Personally, Jay liked it that way, not sticking out was a relief where someone can get on with their own business and not be stared at, nor interrupted. He stared at the reflective black screen of his phone and looked at the slightly distorted reflection of himself, frowning. He had never had a particularly chiseled face and puberty hadn’t rectified it for him, he had a button nose, mouth with lips that were slightly too large, rosy cheeks and long lashes that covered a pair of blue-grey eyes. Overall, a young-looking face that couldn’t grow a proper beard, definitely not the appearance of the masculine hunk he had been hoping for when he was younger. Nevertheless, he wasn’t unattractive however his insecurities and unapproachability contributed to a social isolation that was almost entirely self-imposed. That said, Jay enjoyed his own company and amused himself watching the spontaneity of others online, daydreaming of imitating their creations himself.

[M]eeting the [f]riendly Neighbor [Long]

So a bit of backstory first: I moved for a new job to get back closer to home, but had the opportunity to slow play finding a place as there was a house in the family from a relative who passed away years back. It was on a quiet little lake and was perfect for summer trips, but for now it would be my crash pad while I sold my house and found my next one.

The house was about 1.5 hours from family and friends, so I didn’t have a lot of people I knew and being in a really small, off the beaten path, area there wasn’t much to do. For something I expected to last a few months tops, that was fine. The only real problem was that I didn’t have a washer and dryer, so instead of staying at the house, I was frequenting trips home to visit with family and friends (and do my laundry).

The night train [Public] [First time]

Sophie was nervous. She’d never been on an overnight train across the country before, or even traveled this far by herself. She’d assured her protective parents that she’d be fine heading up to her cousin’s house alone a week before the rest of the family joined them. She wore comfortable clothes for her journey, tracksuit pants and a loose t-shirt. No bra and a thong that was a gift from a girlfriend she could hardly feel, she was essentially in her pajamas, with the addition of some thick socks and cozy trainers. Her auburn her was in a high ponytail, and she’d opted not to wear any of her subtle jewellery, under her mother’s guidance.

[MF] From inexperienced dork to hot and passionate, 10 years later

This is part 1 of the story of my times with Lucy, who I met in high school, drifted apart from, and re-connected as adults 10 years later.

When I was in high school, I was a pretty dorky kid, and had a hard time making friends until senior year, where I opened up a bit. I met a girl named Lucy in one of my classes, she was pretty laid back, and we’d hang out somewhat often between classes or at lunch, not really outside of school. She had an on-again-off-again boyfriend most of the time, and there wasn’t anything actively sexual between us at the time, maybe a little tension at most. We eventually started chatting on AIM, and it got more frequent as time went by. I had developed a crush on one of her friends, who ended up not being interested. Around this time, the sexual tension between Lucy and I had somewhat escalated, but we still didn’t do anything about it. After a while, we were both out of high school, and Lucy had broken up with her boyfriend, and messaged me saying she wanted to come hang out soon to take her mind off of things, which led to the first time we hooked up.

A new fetish of mine to explore

I’ve been in a dead bedroom for almost 6 months now with my boyfriend of two years. It’s exhausting, I’ve tried everything from begging, giving him space, losing weight and doing my usual routine that I once had that filled me with confidence. At this point I had given up, I couldn’t even convince him to let me give him a blowjob before bed anymore.

Through doing the things I used to do, I ended up dressing differently and being more active on sites like Reddit, flaunting what I knew others would crave and wouldn’t take for granted. As I did this, I had posted a few nudes on r/gonewild. I had my fair share of messages I clearly ignored, but one in particular stood out to me. He was very handsome and could sweet talk like a gentleman yet the way he worded the things he wanted to do to me sent chills through my body.