Last week I was playing strip poker with my roommate and two guy friends. We were all drinking, which is probably how I got talked into playing in the first place. The rules of the game were simple: the person with the lowest hand looses an item of clothing, and we play until someone is fully naked. My roommate lost the first round, and opted to take off her shirt. I lost the second hand, and removed my shirt as well. Then us girls had some good luck… they guys each lost their outer shirts and one of them lost their pants. At that point, I lost my pants and was left in just my bra and panties. The guy who still had his pants lost both them and his undershirt. My roommate lost her pants, and the remaining guy lost his undershirt. Unfortunately, I lost next, loosing my bra and leaving my boobs on display.
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My first taste of her, and her of ours…
She lapped our combined cum from my pulsing hole as her husband pulled out of me. His voice went up a thousand octaves in surprise and my eyes widened in horny bewilderment at the sight of it.
I had been a very lucky unicorn for a young Australian couple for a month or so when this happened. The sex was perfect. They were clever and totally on my wavelength. The fucking began with our minds. Delicious!
I was 24 when we met and desperate to make it with a girl. I had known for many years that I craved to be with one but didn’t know where it would lead me…
After one disastrous attempt at a swingers’ club, where I attempted to drink away my nerves and ended up passing out (they kept me safe and were very understanding) I eventually managed to find a couple with whom a summer of filthy sex was all ours.
The Practice (Hannah 3) [FF, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml]
Hannah felt refreshed and frisky. She’d slept more than 10 hours and woken before the first rays of sun peeked over the canopy of trees below. The previous day of travel had worn her out and her muscles were still sore, but now it felt good. She had spent the night cuddled up to the warm, soft form of Emily, and wasn’t surprised to find that her pussy was wet. When was the last time she had shared a bed with anyone? Probably not since childhood, and never naked. She stretched and reached her arms around the other girl to hold her close. Last night had been… incredible? Sweet and warm? Hannah purred at the memory of Emily’s lips on hers, Emily’s fingers inside her. She had never thought she’d have sex with another girl, and she wanted to do it again.
Emily felt Hannah’s stirring and creaked open her eyes. She smiled when she saw Hannah looking back at her, and snuggled in. “Good morning,” she said.
Hannah said, “Good morning. Mrs. Carver said that breakfast won’t be served until the sun clears the horizon.”
“Do you know where?” Emily asked. This was the first time for each of them to visit Dr. Wilcox’s island.
[M/F/Group] – Girlfriend can’t Handle Break Up
I recently broke up with my girlfriend Sarah, 21. We had been dating for three years, but over time she showed her true colors and I ended it. In simple terms Sarah was an undercover bitch, and a very fake girl. A quick example: She will hug, talk, and laugh with her “friends” she claims to hate; then when those “friends” aren’t around she will proceed to tear into them and claim how annoying they are to anyone who will listen. She gets away with it all the time due to how sweet and innocent she comes off as in public. Behind closed doors though she is as bratty and bitchy as they come. Other then myself and her own family, only two other people know her like this; her best friends Ashley and Lauren.
The break up wasn’t out of left field. It was painfully obvious it had been coming for a while. Of course Sarah said she was completely shocked and proceeded to cry. Her tears were not even close to genuine, and she even admitted as such when I called her on it. Then without hesitation she began calling me every bad name in the book. A week later, and I get bombarded with text messages from Sarah begging to work it out. I calmly explained why we weren’t a good fit together, and she again Hulked-out into total bitch mode. That put the nail in the coffin for me as far as our relationship went.
I gave her what she needed – Part 1 (long, with picture)
This happened a little over 5 years ago, and is one of those experiences you don’t easily forget. Back then I had this friend called Dan, with whom I spent a lot of time. 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.
[M/F] My biology teacher
This story spans out over a couple of years. But I will try to do it justice the best I can.
I remember the first time I saw her with a sharpness of detail that isn’t matched by any of my other memories.
It was a friday afternoon in the spring of 2013. The last class of the day, the weather was sunny, everyone was full of energy, we were sitting in class and the principal came in and told us we had a substitute for today, I thougth: great, another class of someone scrolling through powerpoint slides.
Then she walked in, instantly every guy in the class got spellstruck. She was the perfect depiction of a hot substitute. She wore a pink summer dress and had the cutest smile ever.
Now at this point I suppose I should tell you what we actually look like.
She was about 5’7″ blonde,blue eyes, tanned, pretty, but her body was the amazing part, she had curves like I have never seen before and an ass deserving of a award.I am just over 6′ and pretty athletic, vains and abs, otherwise pretty normal looking guy I suppose. First time i saw her i was 17 and she was around 20.
A Chance pt. 5 [ff]
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“Guess who showed up at my house this morning,” Kimmy whispered just as Lizette walked up to Kimmy’s locker after homeroom.
“Tim?” Lizette guessed with a frown. The answering nod made the blood cool in her veins.
“Yeah, he apologized at youth group last night. I guess he thought when I forgave him that everything was all back the way it was.” Kimmy rolled her eyes, which settled Lizette’s heart a bit. “Needless to say I still rode the bus this morning.”
Lizette hated the insecurity that riddled her heart. In that moment of vulnerability, she wasn’t sure if wanting Kimmy and not having her was worse than being afraid of losing her. She wanted to touch her, just to get a little reassurance, but kept her distance to avoid the possibility of rejection. It was good she didn’t reach out just then, because the object of their discussion walked up to glare at Kimmy.
“Tim.” Kimmy acknowledged him with a wary look as she continued to load her book bag from the books and binders in her locker.
[fm] Bullying and emotional/sexual rescue/nursing, [reluc] witnessing [Bullying] light [huml] light [Msub][Vanilla]
I was no snob in school. Despite being beautiful, meaning I had some lucky genes, I still hung out with a rag-tag group of retards. Just nerdy, strange, people. People who didn’t exactly fit it. Mostly because a lot of them were androgynous or gay/trans, also because they played games, watched anime, the typical considered geeky stuff. So I wasn’t by any means the top of the social food chain. Though even my friends considered me out of place among them. Having come from an extremely wealthy family I dressed well, was white, female, straight teeth, great vision, couldn’t gain an ounce of fat even when I tried. Like I said not stunning but rather lucky genetically. Enough to feel like an outsider in my insecure group of dorks. Also weird enough mentally and emotionally to feel like an outsider among the preppy rich kids.
No where was right for me. Trying to fit in I held a lot of thoughts and emotions back. About life, depression, sadness, I was very angst ridden for a while.
One moment, one opportunity, and I captured it. [M/F]
Excuse the shitty Eminem title, if you didn’t get it then probably best. Here’s another story of long distance travel but I promise to keep it short.
So one of my best friends was seeing a girl from England (We live in Scotland) having a long distance type of thing, silly. One weekend her and her best friend come up so they can finally shag, I don’t know.
So a group of us decide go out, the happy couple, her best friend and my friend were sending nudes so they’re kinda together so we go up and meet them at their hotel and on meeting this girl I realise “SHIT, she is more suited for me by a mile” with the dyed hair, tattoos, music everything.
Have a few drinks, everyone has fun and now we are heading out. Half way down the hall the best friend forgot her key card so she runs back and asks me to wait for her. Everyone else keeps walking on their way out for a quick smoke.
Threatening Skies [NSFW] [M/f] [Oral]
This is one hell of a strange story. Not sure what you will make of it, but if you have any answers you might share them with me. It happened like this:
My name is Jack Ross. I’m 40 year old, very fit, and I’M an ex-British Royal Marine Major. I quit the service 14 months ago to join a very lucrative security firm as an “advisor”. This is a fancy way of saying “security contractor”, I guess? The money is great and it involves lots of travel to interesting places, which is also very cool.
A job came up to escort a British diplomatic official for about a week on the tropical Pacific island of Mundy. When God invented tropical paradises he used Mundy as a template. I was looking forward to stooging around on the island with some old fossil from the British Consulate and getting a tan on. I couldn’t see any threat in the middle of the Pacific so the escort duties should be rather light on, or so I hoped.