Here's a story from one of the hottest nights of my life. I was in my early 20's, living in NYC and working for a brokerage firm. I'm a slender brunette with light eyes, tan skin, and a nice ass (or so I'm told). Part of my job was to manage relationships with several firms in the Boston area that did a lot of trading with us. It was a very fun time in my life. I was enjoying being single after recently ending a long relationship. I was spending several nights a month in a hotel in Boston, taking clients out to dinners, ballgames, etc.
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Nailed by The Neanderthal (Part Two) [Str8, Forced, sci-fi]
I didn’t sleep a bit last night. I have been replaying what happened over and over again. My vagina is raw from the struggle; I’m not sure I could even walk. I haven’t tried to move due to the tight grip the Neanderthal has on my waist. He is getting a bit restless, so I’m guessing he will wake up soon. I just don’t want to wake him up, in case that angers him. I never want to make him mad again. I’m not sure when or if I’ll be able to escape but I know making him angry won’t help.
I feel his rough, calloused hands rubbing my side; I’m praying that he isn’t ready for round two, but I’m sure he is. He rolls me over so I’m face to face with him, I feel his hardness pressing against my raw slit. I don’t know what to do so I signal the best I can that I have to pee. I feel relieved that he knows what I’m saying. He stands up and ties one of my hands with a piece of what I would assume is leather. He pulls it a little to make sure that it’s on there tight. I’m still naked as He leads me outside to a bush. I look around, but I can’t see my pod. I have no idea where I could be, if I could escape, I wouldn’t know which direction to run.
The Food Lover’s Guide to Exercise [MF, Fdom, FMG]
Kendra coughed and gagged as she rubbed her throat, trying to force the two terrible tasting pills down her throat. They were fat, gritty, yellow horse pills from a nondescript white container. It had taken several deep swigs of her soda drink, and even then Kendra practically gagged trying to get it down. "Ugh, that was rough. Just where in the hell did Ashli get these things?" She might not have even risked trying the pills if it hadn't been for the convincing email that a fan named Ashli had sent her.
FFAshli was a regular reader and subscriber of Kendra's blog: "The Riverside Gourmand". The blog had originally started as a hobby for Kendra while she reviewed dishes at various restaurants in her local area. Since then, however, it had exploded into a full time job and very popular food review blog that expanded to include subscribers and readership from all across the country. She now reviewed new dishes from popular chain restaurants as well as traveled twice a year on a food review pilgrimage that took her to all sorts of new restaurants across the United States' food landscape. Her blog was popular, and people enjoyed her witty writing and clever insights on even commonly ordered meals. People also relished in the occasional insights she shared about her travels and her personal life. Over the years her dedication to the blog and the high standards of her written presentation had earned her a large core group of gracious and dedicated fans. FFAshli, or 'Formerly Fat Ashli' as she had later identified herself, had clued in on the brief and subtle hints that Kendra was having problems in her home life.
[M]y ongoing saga with my colleague [F]
What an unbelievable 4 days I have had. I have been a teacher at a school for close to two years and started working at the same time as Cleo. Cleo is a gorgeous blonde Irish woman, about 5'5 and perfect body. I have fancied her since the Christmas party but never thought anything would happen between us because we are both in long term relationships. Please don't judge me on that just use that to understand my limits. We relentlessly flirt and are very tactile when sitting in the office together.
Cleo and I were selected to lead a two-week school trip abroad and we got back last night. During the trip everything changed. The trip involved touring a country and involved many long coach journeys. Last Saturday night (9 days ago) Cleo and I were on the coach to a site sitting next to each other. We have always been tactile people but with the security of the darkness our hands began to wander. Slowly our hands went from a brush on the knee, to a prolonged stroke of thighs until finally both our hands were on each other’s inner thighs. Rubbing up and down getting closer and closer to each other’s cock and pussy.
Thought My Night Was Done Last Night Until Little Miss 18 Year Old Muppet Came Bounding Down The 101 Hwy [MF]
INTRO:
It has been a pretty interesting past 2 or-so weeks sexually for me, and this even makes it more so.
Earlier in the week, a friend asks me if I want to go to a Black-Tie Charity Event that she had an extra ticket for and that she didn't want to go stag. So I said, for sure. We go to the event, was fun, everyone was dressed up and good scenery was abound, of all ages.
It begins to wind down around 930p and am super horny, especially since the hottest girl there was this blonde college student in a micro-mini dress and super high heels kept eye fucking me from across the room between talking with her dad and mother. Too close for comfort though, so me and my friend call a cab, but i suggest that we go out in our local town because it'd be fun to be out dressed up. She agrees especially since it's only 10p. As we take the 10 minute cab ride, i'm joking that we'll tell people that we're in an open relationship and she's bi and I'm straight and we'll bring a girl back to the house just for kicks.
Al(M)ost (M)ating with my best friend
This is my first time posting so if it is poorly laid out/written I apologise. This is the story of the first (and certainly not last) time I hooked up with my best friend. I will call him Rod to protect his identity.
Rod and I are both about 6ft, both fairly muscular as we go to the gym fairly frequently. I am leaner than he is but I wouldn't say he was fat. I am a typical Aryan – short blonde hair, blue eyes, reasonably fair skin. He is mixed race from various sources, predominantly Mediterranean, with short brown hair and brown eyes.
So, on with the story. Our main hobby in my friend group was getting high, and on this occasion it was just me and him. We had smoked quite a lot and back in those days one high activity was watching porn. None of us were/are out, and while I know that I am bi (3 or 4 on the Kinsey scale I think), I'm not sure where Rod or some of my other friends would honestly place themselves. So we watch straight porn; I believe it was Jynx Maze (amazing booty check her out), and we're lying on my bed as we often did. The duvet is over us, partly for warmth and partly (though none of us would ever admit it) to hide any semis we got from the porn. In our hazy state Rod and I begin to play with each other's feet under the covers, without even really thinking about it. We draw ourselves closer to one another, and the sexual tension begins to sky-rocket.
Tonight at the Swingers Club
My wife and I have been swingers for 10 years. Before we started swinging we laid out our ground rules and have always stuck to them. Well that is until tonight. Our ground rules were simple. We would always do things together, which has lead to many threesomes and a few times with another couple but we'd never ever do a full swap. The few times we played with another couple it was always girl on girl with the guys watching then each respected husband would bang his wife to finish. That went out the window tonight.
Kinky sex with my (20F) new dom (22M) [Slight BDSM]
This happened a few days ago, as we were laying outside in my hammock. It was the evening, and we were desperate to get away for some alone time. We were out in the open when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips into mine. His beard was digging into the skin around my lips, rubbing it raw and claiming what was rightfully his. His fingers were digging into my cheeks as I turned to press my body into his.
It didn’t matter where we were, or what we were doing, when he wants me, I give him me, and that was to be made clear to me today.
“Now, be a good girl and open your legs.” He commands. His hot breath is on my lips as they are reaching to return to his. I noticed his tone was hard as I pulled away, my eyes widened and were pouring into his, I was internally begging him not to ask this of me. But there was another part of me that wanted it so bad. I snapped my thighs shut and curled into the blankets surrounding us, burying my face in shame. I couldn’t let him do this, not in my hammock where anyone could walk by, where anyone could see.
Well that is exciting [MMF]
The situation below is mostly real, names and a few details have be changed up and switched about. Mark put this together for me with my input for the POV. I write code not porn. He did it for my filthy pleasures in reminiscing, me not wanting to lose the details a few years on/me with my boyfriend expecting my first. It doesn't get straight to the action, no apologies. I lurk here often and bugged him to post one of the stories he wrote for me. The throwaway is his so if you pm you will get a guy, just saying. But I will be looking for your comments.
The background, as they say the devil is in the details: My name is Sophie and I am a 26 year old software engineer with brown hair, pale complexion, green eyes, 5 6" with a decent rack (c cup for you lads that need specifics). I wouldn't call myself slim but I work hard to ensure my weakness for cheesecake is not detrimental to my dating outcomes. I am not some liberated godess of sex and debauchery and since 16 I can count the amount of boyfriends I have had on two hands and the amount of sexual partners on one.
The Making of a Sex Story for this sub.. Need help (Hope this is allowed)
A group of our friends made a poker bet (both male and female) where the winner would get to choose what the loser has to do and post it to this sub. A woman won and a man lost. She is making the loser dress in full drag, and walk down a low traffic path in the woods asking passer by's (mostly men) if they would like to play a game.
The game consists of the "participant" picking a random sealed envelope. They open it up and whatever is on the card inside, the "crossdresser" will have to do. And then take a pic/video of the act and post it in the main thread (which I will make) once he/she is out in the woods this weekend.
We need ideas for the cards. And also the crossdresser will be in an extremely slutty outfit. We did a test run of what she will look like and may post the pic if this blows up enough. He/she actually is quite passable….
Here are some we have come up with so far, just about nothing is off limits. The more embarrassing the better. The participant reads the cards to the CD.