The Tale of the Secret Red Head

This story finds me meeting and bedding a most amazing blonde haired vixen. And while I have had a few blondes share my bed, this one was different. There was a lust and fire to her…a drive that only a select few in the world possess. Ladies and gentlemen of the Midnight Society, I present to you the Tale of the Hidden Red Head.

This story finds me living in a town I was fairly familiar with but not currently domiciled in at the time. Circumstances had driven me to this town on the high plains and I was looking to make the most of my brief duration in the town with the friends I knew from past parts of my life. On this occasion, it was a birthday with a large set of mainly female but a few male friends and I was looking forward to hanging out and catching up with everyone.

The turfs always greener on the other side? (M/F)

The turfs always greener on the other side? (M/F)

This is the story of my friend Jen and takes place back in my sophomore year of college about 8 years ago.

Jen and I had grown up going to all of the same schools from 1st grade forward. We would were never really good friends but would occasionally hang out as part of larger groups and got along just fine. She was always a decent looking girl but nothing to write home about. That was, until our junior year of high school. My buddies and I would joke later on that you could almost point at a calendar and note the exact day the Jen got hot. Let me describe her: Jen was tallish, 5’9″ or so, probably 120lbs, long legs terminating at a tight round butt, long dark hair, pert B cups and freckles.

All sounds good right? One major problem; she was in a long term relationship, something around 3 years with a guy who wasn’t even close to in her league. He was a couple years older and looked like Shrek. More importantly perhaps was the fact that I had zero game. None. Not even a little.

Tried to do a DP at my first orgy the summer before junior year in college [MMFF]

Long time reader, first time poster. I’ve got a bunch of sex stories that I’ve been hesitant to write, but fuck it right? Ok, to the story…

This was many years ago during the summer going into my junior year of college. I was back home getting drunk at a good friends house as we often did during the hot days b/c she has AC. This was the north east and it gets muggy and hot. We basically had 15 people over, but most everyone left by 1:AM and she had gone to bed. Her parents weren’t home either, which is why so many people were over.

So it’s me, my best friend Jake and two of our close friends Kat and Mel. The four of us had been friends for a while, but I had never thought about either of the two in a sexual way. Kat and I had actually hated each other earlier in HS, but somehow came to be able to stand each other’s company while with friends. Mel had always had a thing for Jake. In fact, every girl had a thing for Jake. He’s no taller than I, around 5’8. But he’s cute and nice. I’m not sure how I would describe myself. I’ve always battled with self esteem issues, but have been called attractive. I am athletic (I was on the track team and played football) but very opinionated. So I didn’t always get along with everyone. Kat was cute, more of an average girl, a few extra pounds. Mel was a butter face. Great body, good personality.

That time my ex won me back

When I was a senior in college, I was dating this girl named Jess. In hindsight, we shared almost nothing in common. She was an evangelical Christian who was part of some crazy christian group and would admonish me constantly for being too hungover to even consider going to church. But we had the *best* sex. It was amazing. She was about five foot tall even, but she had perfect tits– I’m well over a foot taller than her for comparison. The biggest issue is that now and then she’d tell me that it was bad for her to have sex so she would only give me blowjobs. I wasn’t complaining either way, she gave the best head I’ve (still) ever gotten in my life. When we would fuck, she would start screaming “Oh my God” over and over as she got closer, and I think I enjoyed fucking her even more because of how religious she was. It was the best.

I was in a fraternity and we had something called “Formal”, which is where we would rent out these nice cabins in some secluded place and all have our own rooms and basically throw rip-roaring parties. It was an awesome time, and obviously, Jess was going to come with me.

Tales From Our Bedroom 1: Kate [M/F]

When it comes to marriage, I consider myself to be a lucky guy. My wife Kate is a kindred spirit in many ways, my best friend, a great lover. From day one of our relationship we developed a bond that grew stronger with every month that passed, every goal we set to achieve and yes, every sexual experience. Don’t get me wrong… Our sex life would fall well short of material for a Henry Miller novel but it’s fair to say we have been more adventurous in the bedroom (and out of it at times) than the average couple would care to admit and have crossed a boundary or two which would raise eyebrows if shared beyond the relative anonymity of a web forum – which brings me here.

Summer break camping trip [M 19, F 20]

(Hi, this is my first post and English ist not my first language. Hope you enjoy reading anyway)

This story of a camping trip with friends happened a few years ago when I was nineteen. I had just started college and had only had one serious relationship with a girl before in high school. First year in college kept me busy enough to keep my mind from girls. As summer arrived all those tops with spaghetti straps and hot pants reminded me there was more in life than studies.

I was still a rather nerdy and socially awkward guy but luckily I’m 6’1 and at that time was in lean shape so my looks could make up for some of that. But enough of me.

 

At the end of exams I was just glad to get out of town for this camping trip I had planned with some friends of mine, namely Amy, Tim and Mike.

Actually only Tim was a friend of mine then. He was my tennis partner in college and one year older than me. Amy and Mike were studying with him. I had only hung out with the two of them a few times.

red lipstick [M] mfm

Her lips wrapped around my cock, Her piercing eyes as she bobs her head, I begin to wonder, ‘who really is in charge here?’. On one hand, I’m commanding her, but on the other, I’d do anything for her. She is an artist when it comes to head, taking her time and know exactly how to play with my balls, and work her tongue, I’m lost in this extacsy. I snap back, as another car honks at me. I’m driving though the country side of Italy in a black out Bmw convertible. Its been two days since our encounter, and i cant stop thinking about. ‘what am, I doing’ I think to myself. Here, I am,I’v put my career on hold and taken a hiatus. to search for girl, I met only a few nights ago. I dont know her name, all, I know is she will be in Venice tonight. It’s a quick drive, I’m there in four hours. I check into the hotel written on the note. I’m not even sure she will be here, but something tells me, ‘I have to try.’. I clean up and go to see the sites, I have lunch in a small quaint square, and check out an art museum,but I can’t focus. All i can think about was that night the way the light kissed her body, the softness of her lips. her eye piercing into me. A tour group snaps me back, its getting late and, I’m getting alittle hungry. I head back to the hotel. I wipe my face, as the bus boy removes my plate. Then, I hear a voice say “You’ve missed a spot”, Its her. I whip around, and my heart drops, shes with someone, “I’d like you to meet Roman, he’s a good friend of mind” she smirks. I shake his hand as he says, “I’v heard much about you”. I”m confused , but smile and offer both a seat. After a few drinks, and talking, I find out Roman is a Dom, and find out the whole hotel mishap was a set up. We laugh and drink more. This whole experience seems surreal, its late now, and we are all drunk. Roman then ask’s, “I would like for you to join us tonight”. I’m shocked, but am drunk and curious as to where this will go, so, I agree. Their room is the pent house, its huge. Roman pours me and drink and we sit down. Red sits beside me, and ask if, I would like a dance. I nod my head in approval. Tonight she is in a light summer dress, her hair is down, and she still has her red lipstick on. She stands up and begins to grind on me, instantly, I’m hard. I can see her smile, as she grinds me, as shes slowly lifts dress standing up to pull it over her shoulders. She now only wearing a white lace thong. She spins around to straddles me, as i lean over to take her in, she is wear an nice perfume , and, I’m intoxicated. I slowly lick her nipple as she moans and my hand rest on her hips. She pulls my head in , and, I’m lost. Next thing, I know, I’m standing as she sucks my cock stroking Romans. I cant help but feel a little jealous, I want her all to myself. I can’t take it any more. I lift her up and throw her onto the couch. I hold her legs up as, I push deep into her, Shes soaked, and moans as, I take her. I can’t control myself one hand tightly grips her hip as my other rests around her throat, not squeezing just there, shes working Romans cock as, I pound her into an orgasm. I flip her over and continue fucking her from behind. my hand cracks across her ass, as she begs me to spank her, “harder” she cry’s between her moans, again my hand strikes her ass. Her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth. I want her mouth. I spin her around, its my turn to enjoy this. She wraps her lips around me, then thrusts it into mouth. “Fuck it” stammers and Roman takes her, and I do. Lost in the moment, caught up, I don’t know whats come over me. how am, I here. not shortly after, I erupt, filling her mouth. She spits onto my cock, and i watch it drip onto the floor. She collapses on the couch grinning ear to ear as Roman finishes on her breasts. I drift off. I wake up in bed, and walk into the main room. There’s breakfast waiting for me and a note, again shes gone and again it reads, ‘here is were i will be next, Rome’. I ponder to my self as i sip the coffee, ‘Do i go?’……….

rouge lipstick [M] (MFM, POV, dom, sub part 2)

Her lips wrapped around my cock, Her piercing eyes as she bobs her head, I begin to wonder, ‘who really is in charge here?’. On one hand, I’m commanding her, but on the other, I’d do anything for her. She is an artist when it comes to head, taking her time and know exactly how to play with my balls, and work her tongue, I’m lost in this extacsy. I snap back, as another car honks at me. I’m driving though the country side of Italy in a black out Bmw convertible. Its been two days since our encounter, and i cant stop thinking about. ‘what am, I doing’ I think to myself. Here, I am,I’v put my career on hold and taken a hiatus. to search for girl, I met only a few nights ago. I dont know her name, all, I know is she will be in Venice tonight. It’s a quick drive, I’m there in four hours. I check into the hotel written on the note. I’m not even sure she will be here, but something tells me, ‘I have to try.’. I clean up and go to see the sites, I have lunch in a small quaint square, and check out an art museum,but I can’t focus. All i can think about was that night the way the light kissed her body, the softness of her lips. her eye piercing into me. A tour group snaps me back, its getting late and, I’m getting alittle hungry. I head back to the hotel. I wipe my face, as the bus boy removes my plate. Then, I hear a voice say “You’ve missed a spot”, Its her. I whip around, and my heart drops, shes with someone, “I’d like you to meet Roman, he’s a good friend of mind” she smirks. I shake his hand as he says, “I’v heard much about you”. I”m confused , but smile and offer both a seat. After a few drinks, and talking, I find out Roman is a Dom, and find out the whole hotel mishap was a set up. We laugh and drink more. This whole experience seems surreal, its late now, and we are all drunk. Roman then ask’s, “I would like for you to join us tonight”. I’m shocked, but am drunk and curious as to where this will go, so, I agree. There room is the pent house, its huge. Roman pours me and drink and we sit down. Red sits beside me, and ask if, I would like a dance. I nod my head in approval. Tonight she is in a light summer dress, her hair is down, and she still has her red lipstick on. She stands up and begins to grind on me, instantly, I’m hard. I can see her smile, as she grinds me, as shes slowly lifts dress standing up to pull it over her shoulders. She now only wearing a white lace thong. She spins around to straddles me, as i lean over to take her in, she is wear an nice perfume , and, I’m intoxicated. I slowly lick her nipple as she moans and my hand rest on her hips. She pulls my head in , and, I’m lost. Next thing, I know, I’m standing as she sucks my cock stroking Romans. I cant help but feel a little jealous, I want her all to myself. I can’t take it any more. I lift her up and throw her onto the couch. I hold her legs up as, I push deep into her, Shes soaked, and moans as, I take her. I can’t control myself one hand tightly grips her hip as my other rests around her throat, not squeezing just there, shes working Romans cock as, I pound her into an orgasm. I flip her over and continue fucking her from behind. my hand cracks across her ass, as she begs me to spank her, “harder” she cry’s between her moans, again my hand strikes her ass. Her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth. I want her mouth. I spin her around, its my turn to enjoy this. She wraps her lips around me, then thrusts it into mouth. “Fuck it” stammers and Roman takes her, and I do. Lost in the moment, caught up, I don’t know whats come over me. how am, I here. not shortly after, I erupt, filling her mouth. She spits onto my cock, and i watch it drip onto the floor. She collapses on the couch grinning ear to ear as Roman finishes on her breasts. I drift off. I wake up in bed, and walk into the main room. Theres breakfast waiting for me and a note, again shes gone and again it reads, ‘here is were i will be next, Rome’. I ponder to my self as i sip the coffee, ‘Do i go?’……….

The Book Of David [mf][ff][inc][first][group]

She was gorgeous. Her black hair was straight and smooth and hung like a silk curtain over her shoulders. Her face was a work of art, with high cheekbones and luminous eyes. Her light skin was soft and unblemished. Even her name was uniquely gorgeous… “Cherys” (pronounced Sheh-REESE, her parents were hippies or something).

She was nineteen, in the full flower of youth with her best years still ahead of her. And despite her young age, I couldn’t help but think of her already as a woman. She had full curves perched around the tightness only a teenager possesses. Hers was a body that would be the envy of any model in the nude magazines my best friend swiped from his dad. I imagine that her body was the perfection that Adam first witnessed when God created Eve.

Her tits were so big, so round, and so indescribably magnetic. Her ass was buoyant and tight as a drum. Her irises flickered and changed color depending on the light, from green to blue to violet, each hue more beautiful than the last. Even her hands were delicate and utterly lovely. I was so in love.