How I Became Me [MF]

It’s probably no secret that my readers will decide to PM me on a whim. I have nothing against it; in fact, I enjoy chatting with random people. I like to think of it as my informal study of the male psyche. Hahah. I’ve been asked many odd things in these chats. Odd. Such an understated summary of it all.

I once joked that Reddit is like my passive income means of getting PMs from guys. I could post nothing for weeks and still get the attention of a horny bloke. Unlike other platforms where the code blocks attention coming my way. Yo Dating App Devs! If you think you can ‘discipline’ me into generating content for your masses without pay, you must be delirious.

Anyway, recently the most common question I got was about why I’m so much more sex positive and open than the population I live in. Why am I so cool with it? When did it start? And, more interestingly, what started me on becoming this malleable slut?

Tied up and Used as [F]ucktoy

This was back in the world before bars closed and we were all quarantined. Went out with a group of friends both guys and girls. I knew most of the people but my focus was on a guy named Sam. We knew each other, I think we were kinda feeling each other but nothing had ever happened.

We all went to some bar that had some dancing and bar games going on. As the night went on Sam and I got a little more friendly. Lots of touching and hand holding. I had an awesome bra and shirt combo going on so I know he was checking out my tits. After last call he wanted to head back to his place but I convinced him that my house was more fun. I told him I had better toys.

We took an Uber back to my place and were already feeling up on each other in the backseat. We did that whole walk while you are making out thing into the house and were slowly losing items of clothing. Once we made it to my room he asked to see my better toys. I had no choice but to show him now so I took the handcuffs and my favorite vibrator from my nightstand.

[FM] Let’s hang out. You, me, and three or four of your friends.

So, if you’re following me or you check my post history, you’ll know that I’m “doing the alphabet.” Basically trying to bang guys who’s names start with every letter of the alphabet, in order (but not turning down other guys inbetween of course.)

Part of the turn on for me is purposely acting cockhungry and letting either an acquaintance or a random pick me up, but I was stuck on the letters I and K. I guess because with restrictions happening not as many people are going out anymore so there are less opportunities. So I fired up Tinder and my title for this post was my bio. And boy, did I get a lot of matches. Unfortunately, for both I and K it was me, him, and only two of his friends. Is it too much to ask for a four or five guy train to run through me? The I guy, Ian, said there was the potential for him to have a few more friends join us next time but he still hasn’t come through on that.

I fulfilled my ultimate fantasy of sleeping with a [Group] of people, whose faces I never got to see…

It’s been a while since I last posted, but in the year (oh god, has it been that long?!) since, things went from good, to great, to bad, to INCREDIBLE. This story is about that last part. But first, some background.

I started seeing a guy I worked with; many other details in my previous posts, but to cut a long story short, I took the bull by the horns and showed him what I wanted. We plunged head first into a very intense relationship, and suffice to say, I’ve never loved anyone as much as I have loved him.

The thing is, we got on a bit of a habit of only really going for “brand new experiences”. First time having anal sex on a train? Done. First time giving him a blowjob in a busy shop? Done. We scoured Reddit looking for inspiration, and honestly I had the best time of my life. But then… the ideas started to run dry. I love him endlessly, but we found our sex life was starting to dry up. Everything felt “the same” or tame in comparison to some of the thrill of exploring new boundaries. I guess you can only push the limits until they truly break.

My first time with my reddit sub/girlfriend [MF]

I started out posting about this in r/NSFWIAMA…so for those who didn’t see that, here’s the backstory. Met a woman in an r4r type group and we started chatting about a month back. Eventually the conversation went sexual and she (I’ll call her “J”) talks about never having the chance to be submissive but wanting it. I have been into the lifestyle for over 10 years, so sure, if she wants it, I’ve got no problems giving it.

Now everyone jokes about long distance relationships and how it’s all fun and games until someone books a plane ticket. Well we live in the same state, only 4 hours apart. So I mention casually one day to J that she should come visit, even if it’s just for a day. J almost immediately agrees and we are looking at hotel rooms. Eventually we settle on one about 20 minutes from my work. A nice little suite with a desk, couch, and bed. (Really only the last thing would be the important one.) J books the room not even 10 minutes later.

The Night I [F] Took the Stage at a Strip Club on Amateur Night

My husband (boyfriend at the time) used to live in Colorado and at the time we were in a long-distance relationship, he was working, and I was still in school. I’d go visit him as often as I could, or he would come back home to see me. So, this was a pretty positive experience for us ultimately. One of the summer breaks from my master’s program I went to stay with him for a month. I got to meet his friends, roommate, some co-workers, and just relax, unwind, and have fun. One night a group of us went out for a fun night on the town. This group included me, my husband, his roommate, and a few of their other friends that I’d never met before. We went to this area of town that had bar after bar along the main street. We passed by a few strip clubs as well and I whispered to my husband that we should go to the strip club, since I had heard the ones in Colorado were much better than the ones from back home. He liked the idea and checked with the rest of the group to see if they wanted to go as well. At this point in the night it was pretty late, and we’d been out for a while, plus it was mid-week and most of them had to work in the morning. So, everyone left except for me, my husband, and his roommate.

The House Always Wins (part four) [vaginal] [blow job] [body observation/self-inspection]

“Like hell you will,” He said as he pulled me into a hug.

“I thought you might say that,” I said, pulling away to look at him.

“I’m still going to kill Finn, he had no right to get you involved in any of this,” he said softly.

I laughed, “As much as he made the call and offer, I didn’t exactly fight it. In fact I goaded them on. When you left the bar that night, I really didn’t care what happened anymore. I would have knelt on the bar floor and sucked and fucked everyone in there to feel a little less rejected. Your brother-in-law was just an opportunist that didn’t know me.”

“See, I think the reason you pulled him aside and talked to him before you left was because you know me. You knew what kind of trouble I was capable of getting myself into when I stopped caring about anything but ridding myself of the pain of rejection,” I said softly.

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The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 4 – Agatha [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Orgy][Oral]

**Agatha**

The last night I dreamt I was a scorpion.

Should I ask for my horoscope? No, that is not necessary; my stars are brighter than ever. Madre de Dios, I am the bright star!

Was it to foretold I will join two other pairs of legs, treading towards unsuspecting prey? Because that´s why I´ve got the reminder all of the sudden.

“On my mark!”

Ellen takes the command as true gringa looking down on darkies and as a true madam looking down on her whores. Ruffled brown hair doesn´t do any harm to the image, neither does the underwear with purple flowers she wears as much as possible.

Irene, our untypical Eskimo, looks at me.

“On your mark, Agatha.”

I winked over bed of Ursula. The leech was sleepy still when she went to the today´s lunch and the Sunday meal for the privileged ones made her dead-beat. Her slumber remained undisturbed neither by us conversing, nor by the singing of absent floozie-pal.

“Can we?”, asked Ellen angrily.

[Group] College MFFFF Orgy!

Hey y’all! Here’s the one you’ve all been waiting for: the story of how I hosted an orgy!

This happened a few days after the [threesomes](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/gmccvw/mff_reunion_threesome/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) with the [same](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/gmcfgp/mff_shower_threesome/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) guy. I also realize I never described myself- I’m very short and petite all-around, with short curly hair. Now let’s get started with some exposition. The orgy is after the —.

This male friend (who we will now call Jack per his own request) was a senior when I was a freshman and had kind of a reputation for loving sex and being very good at it. I had liked him, but due to various types of drama we had never done more than cuddle. Instead, he would tell me all about his exploits and the girls he liked, and I would sit with him in his room and smoke and listen. We did this for about three months straight and I learned a lot about what he liked and wanted. One of those fantasies was to have four girls at once: one on his cock, one on his mouth, and one on each hand.

The House Always Wins (part three) [Vaginal Sex] [Blowjob] [Dubious Consent] [Age Gap] [Control-Threatening] [Breeding]

It took a week and a half for the bruising to fade and the cuts to heal up. Needless to say normal bodily functions were alarmingly painful and bloody for a few days, enough so that I didn’t even want to eat. I got over the embarrassment of it quickly as Liam and Finn actually took care of me, whether I wanted them to or not.

I’d been giving Liam blowjobs and handjobs for a little over a week and I was dying to fuck him, even if I still hurt some.

He came over on his lunch break and I pounced on him as soon as he came in the door. He grasped the back of my thighs easily and groaned as he kissed me. I worked his belt, pants, and underwear down enough to get his cock, already hard at the anticipation of a simple blowjob or handjob, out and gently worked his head into my cunt.

His knees went weak and he leaned back against the wall as I rode him. His eyes closed and his mouth slightly opened in a moan. I kissed his neck and he whispered, “Christ, Gin, oh fuck…,” and began thrusting his hips up into me as he grasped my hips and pulled me down on him.