Fulfilling a (F)riend’s rape fantasy

I’d known Nicki for a couple of years after we met through a site called Locanto. We’d had some fun encounters but she didn’t seem interested in fooling around with me any more. Perhaps I was a bit old for her; she’s somewhere in her 30’s and I’m the wrong side of 50. I’m in great shape, run regularly etc but at 5′ 10′, 66kg and balding I’m certainly not most women’s idea of a handsome desirable guy.

Nicki and I had fallen into a pattern of just catching up for the odd platonic lunch. I loved to hear of her adventures and she said she enjoyed having someone to talk to, who was non judgemental and with whom she could really open up. I think she also loved to tease, and I loved to be teased.

Over one of our lunches she spoke of a failed attempt to hook up with a guy to pursue her bondage fantasies. He’d advertised seeking a partner in crime and they’d had a couple of attempts to tee something up with a professional dominatrix. He’d dicked her around a little (and had wanted her to pay half) and she’d called it off. I commiserated of course and after drawing her out on what she’d like to explore, magnanimously offered to help her out if she’d like.

My boss’s wife (m27/f45)

I went to a party with some friends at a really nice house on the water with a pool and Jacuzzi. My boss and his wife were there and we began to drink and hang out,talking doing your normal party things. Little backstory here my boss and his wife are probably 15 years 20 years older than me this was back when I was in my early 20s. I had always thought my bosses wife is a very sexy woman they had money she carried or sell very well classy blonde dressed to the nines then normal C cup tits normal ass great physique.

Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 5 [MMMf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Aly had never been happier to be stressed out about exams. It meant she was finally getting back into the groove of being at school, and that her Spring Break drama was so far behind her that she actually had room in her thoughts to stress about things besides showing her tits to strangers and letting them cum all over her naked body.

“Aly, please. Let’s not pretend you didn’t ace that final,” teased Lena, Aly’s new friend from study group. To replace the sorority sisters who’d spurned her after her Spring Break sexcapade, Aly had returned to the type of people she was friends with in middle and high school – the smart kids who wore buttons downs, ballet flats and tight ponytails.

Even she had adopted the style this morning, donning a cute shift dress, cardigan and ballerina bun. Aly giggled.

“I mean, I think I did okay, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous still,” she said, sipping her iced latte. They were sitting at her favorite coffee shop just outside campus. They roasted the best espresso beans and, well, the barista/owner of the shop was absolutely gorgeous. His name was Ryan, and if Aly wasn’t mistaken, he gave her the eye every time she came in, but unfortunately, never spoke to her. *Just come and say hi already,* Aly groaned inwardly.

A Story of a Chance (m)eeting at a (f)estival

Falling in love in a single weekend. Something I never thought was possible, but here we are. It all started with a last minute proposition from a friend 2am the night before we left for the festival, “Hey man, J has an extra ticket to this music festival this weekend. You should ask him if you can go, we need another person to help run the lights.” Less than twelve hours later, we were on the road, the van loaded down with projectors, tents, coolers, and cases of beer. After almost five hours we finally reached our destination. The first night of the festival was somewhat uneventful. We spent a few hours setting up, finding power for the lights and getting our campsite in order. From the moment we set foot in the festival grounds, I could feel an incredible energy emanating from the people around me. The first girls I met were riding around in a golf cart and came right up to our van as we were parked by the campground entrance, before we had even unloaded any gear.

My Girlfriend – A New Chapter

**For those who have followed my stories I thank you once again for all the support and encouragement. I had no idea that my stories would be so compelling that twice after I said that it would be the last chapter I have gotten posts and PM’s asking me to write more. The number people who have commended me on my writing have been overwhelming.**

**A few nights ago I had a discussion with a fellow Redditor who encouraged me to continue my stories. I replied that I want to have credibility in my stories and quite frankly I did not know how part five was going to be received since I said part IV was the last one. He suggested that I close the book on me, Erica and Erin and just write about me and Erin. Erin has given me a lot to write about. We have made love almost every night since I moved in and so far this week it’s been a Victoria Secret fashion show every night in our apartment.**

stupid asian guy (me) gets hot white girl

I’m in my thirties now, but thought it would be fun to share some of my stories from the past. Hopefully someone can find it funny, informative or just entertaining. A bit about myself. I’m asian, love white girls, mostly dated asian girls because that seems to be all I can get. I’m jealous of tall people and especially white guys that easily get white girls.

When I was around 24 years old, I was throwing house parties every 2-4 weeks. I rent a room in a house with my brother and cousins. One of us had this gifted ridiculous traditional red and black chinese shirt, and we joked around that if any of us have sex in the house, then that person needs to wear the shirt afterwards.

Each party we had an email signup sheet to collect email addresses from new guests, so they could be invited to the next party.

I had a couple of gal friends that I kept as just friends. I hoped the gal friends would indirectly be wing-men during my parties. One of them was named Jen. She had a pretty face, but she was a bit chubby. No boobs to make up for that weight either. Not much in brains either.

Me and a bunch o[ffff] other drunk girls at a party showed each other our tits and got caught by the guys tonight. And a surprise BJ? [mf]

I just came home from a cookout my best girl friend hosted, and things were great. It was me, her, and two other cute girls. There were also four guys at this cookout. But uh… we’re not exactly normal people, and this wasn’t a normal night.

Like, uh, me sending my best friend’s fuck buddy a picture of my nipples at the beginning of the night to get him hard.

*Just some background detail:*

* My best friend got her nipples pierced three days ago. I got mine done a day after hers. I was going to get a tattoo or my nipples done, then I saw her piercing and geared my choice to the piercing.

* Tonight, she invited me to a cookout at her place and this is the first time not only that I’ve been in her house but also simply seen a lot of these people in a LONG time. I was very to myself during the time I was there, however I did socialize and have a good time and all that.

* I’m 18, none of the girls at this get together were 21+. The oldest was 19.

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 20 [ff]

Okay, I screwed up. My mouth got ahead of my brain, then my anger got ahead of my sense. Now Mark was going to the turn-about dance with Lydia Jenkins. Worse, he’s blind to Lydia’s agenda and was too mad to listen to my warning.

Joe bugged me all afternoon about what happened between Mark and me. I ignored him until he went away. To keep busy, I browned the ground beef for taco night, chopped the lettuce, tomatoes, and onions, and then arranged the shells to warm in the oven. Joe finally came out of his room when Mom came home to set the table. Dad came in right as we all sat down to eat.

“How was everyone’s day?” Mom asked us all.

“I aced my geometry test,” Joe said, then shot a nasty look in my direction. “And Steph is seeing someone named Sam.”

I felt my stomach twist at his words. I looked down at my plate when the heat rose in my face.

“Who’s Sam?” Dad asked in his usual rough tone.

I wasn’t ready to go there, so I took a deep breath. “It’s no big deal. We’re just friends.”

[f/m/f] I (f) hooked up with a friend(m) and his girlfriend while my boyfirend was in the other room and am still thinking about it

*This story is entirely true, except the timeline is skewd and details are taken out to make it more vague for obvious reasons. Also, I am a drinker so sue me, I cant always remember exactly what we said to each other so I made it a little bit up, but the level of flirtaciousness and banter was same. I cheated so if you arent into that sort of thing look away. Also have never posted on reddit before so no idea how the formatting works.

Orgy-nizers: cohosting my first orgy (F) (MF) (FF)

Our story starts with our protagonists: the hostess, my fiance (formerly known as Vanilla Boy), and yours truly, planning an orgy for those left behind during Burning Man 2016. We told everyone to arrive before 7, which was when the event would officially start. As people arrived and the host continued setting things up in other rooms, we played Never Have I Ever Twister (right hand on red if you’ve given a rim job). Good way to break the ice by talking about sex and ending up with your face next to someone’s ass.

At 7, the hostess gathered everyone in the living room and explained the rules. We then each went around and introduced ourselves, including kink and sexual orientations, and anything we particularly wanted to do. Admittedly, I already had my eye on someone; we’ll call him The Target.

Once introductions and such were done, some people split off in pairs, while others went and started chatting around the snack table. I approached The Target, chatting briefly before the idea of naked hot tubbing came up. We stripped down to our underwear and went out back, only to find out that the hot tub was broken. Still, it managed to get us most of the way naked. “So… what now?” he asked, to which I responded by leading him over to the couch and sitting in his lap, because that’s how I do.