Last weekend I went to Las Vegas with my sister and we ended up at Drai’s nightclub. We were dancing together and having a great time as it was our first trip since covid started. We ended up meeting two guys, Noah and his friend Will. Noah was about 6 feet tall with blue eyes, blonde hair and a fairly athletic body. Will was a couple inches taller with brown eyes and dark hair and was in extremely good shape. My sister, Kelsey, is brunette and about 5’4” with curvy hips and a round ass. She has soft lips, brown eyes and a great smile. I am just under 6 feet tall with brown hair, brown eyes and a nice booty. My boobs are average size at 34C. They bought us drinks and we were dancing with them when Noah grabbed Kelsey’s face and pulled her in to make out with him. Will saw and began to follow suit by kissing me slowly at first with his tongue dancing over mine. I felt up and down his chiseled body before grabbing his ass and pulling him in even closer to me, prompting him to kiss me more aggressively. It wasn’t long before they asked if we wanted to get out of there, which we agreed to and left for their room at the Aria.
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Harry Potter and the Post Voldemort Life
I am looking to start a new Harry Potter Universe set of stories. While I am planning on writing both I am trying to decide if to start down the darker or lighter path first. Below is a universe setup description and some details about where each path would go. If you want vote in the comments for which path to work on first.
The Universe:
After the fall of Voldemort life for Harry, Hermione, and Ron changed overnight. Celebrities overnight, they were given credit for their final year of classes and acceptance into the Ministries intern program. Hermione, of course, went back to take her tests in person and attend the last month of school, while the boys did not. With Ron and Harry set to join the Auror’s program and Hermione joining the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the all headed to the Burrow for a summer off.
[MF][MF] [Group] A Night In the City – A Swinger Story – LONG (BI SEX INVOLVED)
(First time writing a sex story in a while, if you want to skip ahead to the sex look for the ****)
Wow! What a weekend! So using the app 3fun, me and my wife met another couple that lived a few hours way from where we lived. We connected on kik, have been chatting for over a month or so and really hit it off! After the holidays we resumed chatting, and the sexual tension increased. Me and my wife are both bi, and finally found another happily married bi couple we were attracted to. We have had experiences before with another couple that was bi, but for those in the lifestyle know, bi couples are like the REAL unicorn of the multi-partner sex lifestyle that is of today. Chuck and Joy were exactly who we were looking for.
Naughty pics, nudes, and dirty conversations made us all realize a meeting was absolutely necessary in the near future. After sending a particular selfie of me in my nut-hugger underwear, shirtless in the mirror really stirred their sexual appetites. “So, when are we going to meet?” I jokingly ask. Chuck mentioned they would be staying at a hotel in the local city near them for the night, and invited us to stay. Risky for a first time meet with people from the internet, but we all had a good feeling about each other and just ‘knew’ instinctively that we were what we all had been looking for.
[FM] New year, new us – had some big changes in January 2021
The morning of New Year’s Day last year was not fantastic.
Despite cutting out dairy (under protest) several months prior and DD’ing my husband Henry’s and my COVID-safe celebrations the night before in a cute town a couple hours away from home, I woke up feeling bloated and nauseous and exhausted and all-together shitty. I groaned and rolled out of Henry’s arms before lifting the covers to make sure I hadn’t bled all over our motel sheets. Nothing was there, thank goodness. I kissed Henry’s cheek and huffed to myself as I shoved my frigid feet into my slippers and rose from the bed, my aching back tightening with discomfort. Padding over to the dingy bathroom, I let out a stream of curses. Fuck, my tits were sore. I cupped one in each hand in the hopes that lifting them slightly would ease the pressure in my lower back.
This was PMS from hell. Meanwhile, fucking Henry was sleeping the sleep of the completely fucking unbothered, his mouth probably making that stupid fucking “pfeeew” sound he makes when he’s deep in REM sleep while I was being sabotaged by my traitorous uterus. By the time I climbed back under the covers, Henry had begun to stir. “Where did you go?” he muttered sleepily, grabbing me and pulling me against him.
The Eating Out Collection – Volume 1 – Terra del Fuego [MF]
“Good Lord, do these guys ever stop coming?”
Taylor turned her eyes towards the grinning Argentinian who proudly displayed his succulent offering. The tastes and smells of the evening delighted her senses, but her body could only handle so much indulgence. Her over-stimulated mouth failed to produce words. The name “Ricardo” rolled around in her mind every time she read the nametag of her gaucho waiter.
“That’s the beauty of this place,” said Ginger. “You’re in control. You can make them stop anytime you like.” Ginger winked at her friend of more than fifteen years, casually flipping a circular card from green to red. A second gaucho, clad all in white save for a sky blue neckerchief, approached Ginger from behind. Noticing the restaurant’s trademark signal to stop, he gracefully retreated, ready to proffer his own savory delicacies elsewhere.
“I’m pacing myself,” stated Brandy. “I want a little taste from each guy tonight so I can decide who’s best.”
“Well I definitely want this,” proclaimed Taylor. She nodded at Ricardo. He beamed with pride as he slid a sizzling, spiced sausage on to her plate. Steam rose from the encased meat. Taylor’s eyes were wide with admiration as she waited for her latest sample to cool. Arched bronze letters adorned the edge of the bone white plate.
My first time with a guy…(M)
I knew from my teens I was attracted to guys. It was confusing to me because I had been with plenty of girls and loved every second of it. I never acted on that attraction until my early 20’s. I didn’t have the nerve to ask or talk about it with friends that were bi or gay. I had a friend, Mike, who was bi, but mostly was with guys. One night, with a group of friends we were talking about music and concerts we’ve been to and I mentioned I was going to see a local band that was pretty good the next night. He asked if I minded if he went along. I said yeah, let’s go. So the next night we met up at the venue, had a great night, good music, a few cocktails. Neither one of us felt
like it would be a good idea to drive so we called a cab. His place was only a couple miles away and he suggested I just crash at his apartment and we’ll get our cars in the morning. It didn’t really cross my mind at the time about the two of us getting together, well not totally. He was an attractive guy, easy going and fun to hang out with. So at his place, we were just hanging out, talking with a movie going in the background. We started talking about past relationships, good ones, bad ones, fun ones. He had stories about guys, mine were of just past girlfriends or short flings. I was interested in his guy relationships of course. And kind of steered it that way. Now, a few more drinks in at this point and feeling a bit brave to start discussing my hidden side. So, I just came out and said it. “I’m attracted to men”. His eyebrows raised…”really?” I said yeah, for years but never acted on it or told anyone. He says with that “did you just come out to me?” His voice cracked a bit. No going back at this point I thought. I asked about his first time and listened intently. We were on his couch, now kinda facing each other. I figured screw it and moved a little closer and put my hand on the cushion near his knee. He noticed, but looked a little reluctant. He told me later, he didn’t want me to feel rushed or taken advantage of. But at this point I was all in. With one finger I touched his leg, I felt it instantly, I wanted him to be my first. Now, I was never an aggressively forward person, but like I said, all in. I told him that right then. He asked what I wanted to try, I just asked “can I rub you through your jeans?” He moves his hips forward a bit and dropped his right knee, his bulge was quite noticeable. I reached forward and with the tips of my fingers caressed his tight jeans. He gave a smile and said “what do you think?” I then moved closer and cupped his crotch, he pushed back a bit. I felt his bulge get bigger. “Want it out?” I returned with an enthusiastic yes. He undid his button and unzipped. His blue boxer briefs clearly bulging out. He adjusted, pulling the briefs down revealing his growing cock. I was impressed with size. A bit bigger than me and very nice looking. I lightly touched his head and shaft. His cock throbbed at the gentle touch. I started to lightly stroke from head to base as he watched and smiled. After a minute he lifted his hips and dropped is jeans and underwear to the floor. He spread his legs open, his cock and balls out in full view. My cock was swelling and I had to unzip to relieve the pressure. I moved in close and gripped his cock. He gave a slight moan. I stroked him harder as my cock started to throb. He said “get those jeans off”. I stood up and complied as we both stripped our shirts off as well. I moved in and dropped to my knees, my face to his chest and hand on his sides. I kissed his chest feeling his hard cock against me. His hands at the back of my head I slowly moved down. The head of his cock at my lips I took my first ever taste of another guy. He took a deep breathe as I kissed and tongued the head. I went further down taking him deeper and gripping the base. I was finally feeling what I imagined all those years. I got lost in the moment as I sucked fast and harder, he moaned and caressed the back of my head. I could tell he was getting close as his hips thrusted with my rhythm. He gripped me hard as I felt the pulsating of his cum in my mouth. He moaned loudly as he gushed. I had to swallow as it shot to my throat. I stopped and backed up to the floor, leaning on my hands. Watching him relax and smile. He said “was that really your first time?” I just smiled still enjoying the taste of his sweet cum. He patted the couch cushion and said “your turn”…
Cheating In Vegas
To begin, I know I fucked up, but two things can be true at once. I made a terrible mistake, but the sex was amazing. I had gone to Vegas with a group of friends for a bachelor party. I know; this is the cliché setting for a million cheating stories.
The first night we decided to go on a guided bar crawl. It seemed perfect for what we were looking for. You pay an upfront cost, and then an enormous group of party-goers moves from bar to bar with their drinks paid for all night. It took little time for our bachelor party group to find our counterparts, a bachelorette party. The numbers matched almost perfectly, and eventually, everyone was paired off, including me, even though I was clearly wearing a wedding ring.
Her name was Stacey, and she had long black hair past her shoulders, dark eyeliner, and a short pink dress that hugged her tight body perfectly. We immediately hit it off, but things remained relatively innocent. Light touching during a dance and just a slight amount of playful flirting. Eventually, the drinks began to kick in. The touching on the dance floor turned into lustful grinding. I got us a couple more shots and knew I was in trouble when she suggested I took mine from between her perfect breasts, which were threatening to bust free from her dress any second.
Chapter 4. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and kids got into the Lifestyle, and ultimately became a Hotwife. Couldn’t resist the Temptation…
The tray tables were stowed. Our seatbacks were in their upright positions. Excited butterflies in my stomach whipped up as the captain announced our final descent into Cancun. Were we really here? I could hardly wait. We landed, deplaned, and headed to grab our luggage – just a small bag, as it didn’t contain many articles of clothing. As we rode in the cab to the hotel, my heart raced. My husband reached for my hand and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, looking at me with such lustful desire, that I could barely contain myself as we pulled in to the drive.
Night was beginning to fall upon us as we checked in. We decided to hurriedly change into dinner clothes and eat a quick bite at one of the hotel’s restaurants before the first night of festivities. I remember standing in the bathroom of our room, sliding into a gold dress that hugged every curve and barely covered my breasts. My husband came up behind me, held my hips in his hands, and whispered in my ear, “you look so damn sexy.” In that moment, I felt sexy. I wanted everyone to see just how this dress hardly held me in. We slipped downstairs to eat, but could scarcely focus on our meal, as beautifully clad guests walked through the lobby toward the outdoor patio area as the night began. The theme for the night was Lingerie, so our eyes were drawn to beautiful women draped in lacy negligees or tight-fitting corsets.
Turning the WeWork into a WeFuck [MF]
It was the first day of summer in Austin, and walking down Congress Ave. in dress clothes was a journey through hell. I stepped back into the cool office tower, walking toward the bank of elevators that were surrounded by pink granite walls.
The sweeping skyline view on the 15th floor seemed at odds with our tech startup’s tiny WeWork office. Every step on the wood floor echoed down the hallway as I made my way toward our claustrophobic, four-person space.
I rounded the corner at the same time as Lila. We almost ran into each other, stopping after we barely kept from dropping everything in our hands. Both of us recognized each other.
Lila was 28 and toned, with stunning brown skin and flowing black hair that reflected her Egyptian-American heritage. She wore heels that day, despite having legs that already never seemed to end. A white silk blouse hugged her luscious tits and flat stomach, while a dark navy pinstripe skirt rested just above her knees.
Her smile was warmer than the scorching concrete outside, and her smooth lips were hotter than hell. “I haven’t seen you since Kayla brought you to that party!” she said. “We haven’t heard much from her. How is she?”
[Group] Switching it up with my best friend and his wife
It took Rachel and I a bit more time to reach Paul and Kaylee’s place since we ended up pulling over and having our heart to heart, so it was no surprise that they beat us to their house by a fair margin. As we unloaded our car and walked towards the door, it suddenly flew open and Paul was there with a mortified look on his face. Before we could even walk through the front door, Paul was grabbing the bags out of our hands and leading us to the living room. Sitting on the couch was Kaylee with an equally fearful expression on her face.
As we walked into the spacious room, they both gestured towards their loveseat and asked us to sit down. Rachel and I hurriedly took our seats, and before we could get comfortable, Paul and Kaylee were shouting incoherent apologies and explanations at us. It was extremely hard to make out exactly what they were saying, but we quickly got the gist of it. Evidently they had a very similar conversation as we did on the way over, albeit maybe a little less progressive, and a lot more remorseful than ours had been.