Tag: Group

My Alicia. [f+f]

I was still young and figuring out where I wanted to go, sexually. I met her in class and we had some mutual friends. Something just… sparked as we talked to each other. I think we talked on the phone for 12 hours in the span of three days, and I hated talking on the phone with most people. She came up to me after about three weeks and slid her fingers between mine. I looked up in total surprise, but she just smiled this knowing smile and I blushed furiously under that gaze.

I had broken up with a very short-term boyfriend from our friend circle maybe a week before she made her move, and she had just ended a friends-with-benefits situation with another guy from our group. We walked the halls hand-in-hand and word spread through our group like wildfire. My ex was still bitter about the break-up, and I’d heard through our friends that he’d said “I can’t believe Jamie’s ex is dating my ex. What the fuck is up with that?” In secret, he told me years later, he fantasized about Alicia and me. Read more »

I’m back: Spied on My Ex Having Sex at a Party, Then Had Sex With Her After [m/f]

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones to make sure they aren't lost. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

Like I've said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I'm generally considered a really good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give. Read more »

Work Place Adventures! [MF]

Hey there, my name is Ray. I’ve been working at this bowling alley for 5 years now and I must say that my coworkers are an interesting group of people! Let me tell you about Sarah. She’s 21, 6 foot, blonde hair down to her shoulders and legs that seem to go on forever. Now myself and Sarah have always flirted from time to time and she’s hinted at the possibility of hooking up in the past, but I’ve never acted on it because you really shouldn’t mix sex and work, that all changed last week.

“Ugh, remind me never to do anything for my family again” Sarah announced.

I looked around and noticed that we were the only two in the building so she had to have been talking to me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I’ve just been helping my family out with some financial issues and they continue to suck me dry. They all claim they’re going to pay me back but I’ve been waiting almost a year for some of them and I’m pretty sure I’m just never going to see that money again.” Read more »

(F)WB delivering on pro(M)ise

I haven't had time to share any in a while (you know; life) so now that I have a few minutes figured I'd write up a quick one for you. I like backstory (sorry; I'm a girl) so I'll mark where the good stuff starts.

It seems you like the stories of Mike the hot deputy (clean cut, tall, broad, short brown hair and the nicest arms I've ever seen. I'm an arm girl) and me, so, since it was some of the best sex I've ever had, I figured I could share another.

While we were hooking up, we were also part of the same group of friends. Since there wasn't really anything more to our relationship aside from sex and maybe the occasional evening hanging out at one of our places, we kept it quiet from them. My best friend knew and I'm guessing one or two of his did as well, but if it was anymore, we would have known they knew. We worked closely and we actually had a good work relationship which we didn't need to screw up. Read more »

Ashley’s Casting, Chapter 3 [dream] [no sex]

Wiping the cum out of my eyes, I started trying to stand up. Brian had his back turned towards me, and was speaking quietly enough on his phone that I couldn't hear what he was saying. The camera was still rolling, and I was so close to it that I knew I'd be able to smash it, to get rid of that footage.

Drenched in semen, I started tiptoeing towards the camera, grabbing my clothes as I went. The camera was within reach, and I took it silently. Brian still hadn't turned around – I couldn't believe it! I snuck out of the door, peeked to make sure no one was about to walk in on my naked body, and – heart pounding – ran towards a stairwell, slipped my clothes on, and disappeared down the street, still wiping cum from my hair. I had escaped! And I had taken that awful footage with me! What I didn't know is that Brian had let it happen…

"Yeah," Brian said into the phone, wiping cum off of his dick. "I let her go. No, of course I let her take the camera. She thinks she's free. Well, don't worry. We'll get her, and we'll capture the really good stuff. Yeah, I talk to you later." Read more »

The Leggy Blonde (MF) Part 1

We were working on a group project for class, myself, another guy and… we'll call her Olivia. I lived just off campus so we all went to my place to work on it. After a couple hours the other guy left for an evening class and it was just Olivia and I.

Olivia is something: tall, in fact my height 5'10", slender build, looooooong legs, a cute and shapely ass, breasts just big enough to hold on to, and cute face. And the shorts she was wearing showed off everything. To be honest, I wasn't expecting anything to happen, she hadn't given me any outward signs and, from past experience women that tall, they usually like guys taller than them. But after our partner left, she said that she didn't want to leave and sit in traffic to get home. I said she could stay for a bit and awkwardly asked if she wanted to watch something on Netflix, we turned on How I Met Your Mother and made small talk. Read more »

Drea[m] Girl

Hey guys, first post in here. Hope you like it:

This little adventure started on Thursday. I head to a gay club in Hollywood. Gay clubs – depending on how gay they are – can be some of the most rewarding venues to hunt at night. Let’s take your average club:

  • 60-80% guys
  • cover charge
  • dress code
  • girls that are getting hit on all night
  • girls that enjoy getting hit on all night

On the other hand, we have gay clubs:

  • 60-80% gay guys
  • lower or no cover charge
  • more lenient or no dress code
  • girls that enjoy seeing dudes make out
  • girls that are likely not getting hit on by anyone

So if you can stomach the occasional butt-squeeze or crotch-rub from a feisty gay fellow, I say the costs are well worth the benefits. You’re clearing out your competition with a choice to be open-minded.

Anyways, I was at this gay club on Thursday and ended up making out with a tall Burmese girl with juicy lips before her friends dragged her home and away from me. We exchanged information and have been flirting via text – maybe we’ll set plans up next week. But likely not for reasons to follow. Read more »

[GB] Night At The Club

You are looking good tonight and you know it. Nothing subtle. Portland class, looking a little sassy with your cherry red lipstick, your winter coat hides your soft skin from prying eyes. The dress you have on underneath is nothing short of scandalous; the black elastic fabric hugs your ass, just barely covering it standing up and you don't even want to think of how exposed you will be if you have to bend over to pick something up.

The top of your dress hugs your body equally tight, and your bra has your perky mounds pressed tightly together showing off a lovely V of cleavage. A thin silver necklace hangs from your neck and dangles the pendant just at the top of the V, intentionally drawing anyone's eyes from your sexy neck downwards. Everything about you beckons to the men around.

We have arranged to meet several men tonight. One says he likes to dance, so we are headed to a club downtown to see if he is what he says he is. Being a bit early, I get the both of us shots at the bar then drag you to the dance floor until we recognize one of them. It quickly feels like the DJ is playing directly to the two of us with a deep, bass-filled house beat. Read more »

[M]y working vacation with a [F]riend

Note, this recollection will be much shorter than others. I recommend reading the background story (3 parts) here

 

It had been several weeks since our conference encounters and nothing had happened sexually since. We flirted a bit, but that was the extent of our non-work interactions. Hette and I had to go to Germany for work. Nothing special just a quick presentation to a client that was better done in person and a separate client visit simply because we were already going to be in country. Hette had not been to Germany and was genuinely excited about the trip. In making arrangements, I suggested we go a day early and stay and additional day to fit in a bit of tourism. Hette thought it was a great idea.

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[M/F] I went back

I stared awkwardly the first time I saw her smile. To simply call her beautiful misses just how extraordinarily lovely she was. In a sentence; She was a triumphant heroine from a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel come to life.

Venezuelan and proud she had pale skin, green eyes, and long black hair that held my gaze far too often. I'm not sure she ever felt she was sexy, and that made her a thousand times more alluring.

I had no business dating someone like her, the person that introduced us had vastly overestimated my capabilities and class. When our volunteer matchmaker asked if I'd like to see her again I was speechless. The group dinner was pleasant enough, but I was sure I'd admitted too much about my lack of education and my wilder times. Our first one on one date ended with an aborted hug (she tried, I dodged) after a pleasant but peculiar evening. I was smitten, but not hopeful.

I picked her up for date two in a pickup almost as old as she was, it was loud, unattractive, and my driving didn't help. Walking around the mall is my personal version of hell. I can't remember what movie we saw, or what kind of froyo I got – I do remember how pleasant she was and how gorgeous she looked. Read more »