So my ex wife and I used to have a very active and wild sex life that included swapping, group, orgies and so forth. After the kids were born, we toned down the activities to more secluded ones when a sitter was available. Those sessions were mainly threesomes with friends of mine. I dont mind sharing if yall are interested.
Tag: Group
Of Kindness and Kink. Chapter 1: A Kinky Guardian Angel [bondage]
I punched down a glass of Old Parr and wandered through the dance floor looking for a lonely girl. No luck. I went back to the bar and ordered a glass of Jameson. As I was reaching for my wallet, I saw a group of girls making their way to the dance floor. They all seemed quite pretty, but only one of them looked me in the eye, for just about a second. A beautiful blonde. She smiled shyly at me and kept going.
As I was sipping on my glass, I tried going around looking for her. She was nowhere to be seen. I went to the second floor to see if I could spot her, but I once again couldn’t. Dammit! I had sort of a start to something and I let it go. Upon a sudden, I got the urge to take a leak, and I walked to the restrooms. After answering nature’s call, I was washing my hands until, out of nowhere, I heard these words: “Excuse me”.
When [M] living with a [F]emale roommate turns into an affair
*****Warning.. Long.. bit of backstory, skip to the asterisks for the fun stuff****
I have read a lot of the stories on here, and enjoy most of them. The roommate ones always take me back and have me thinking about, ….We’ll call her Bri. This story dates back to several years ago back when I was a junior in college.
I was a shy guy in college, and pretty terrible at hitting on women. I grew up with brothers, so conversations with lady folks wasn’t exactly my forte. Usually the only female friends I had were girlfriends or acquaintances of my guy friends. These were also the only women I was able to completely be myself around, and that was an entirely different person from the guy that was first meeting a woman. It’s not that I’m unattractive. I was just a late bloomer, and getting over the insecurities that come with that, take a bit. Over time, I’d finally get comfortable and start coming out my shell, and I often found these girls becoming attracted to me. Me being a horny 19-20 year old shit head, I sometimes took advantage of those situations. What can I say… It was hard not to be a terrible person back then, and I often found myself reciprocating the attraction. One such girl was the aforementioned Bri. Bri and I met through a buddy of mine freshman year of college. My buddy was much better at first impressions, and had made close friends with some stoner girls on his dorm room floor. 3 cuties. I being the shy kid probably said all of about 3 words to them the first several times meeting them. We’d get high together and I’d sit on the couch giggling. Those initial days turned into months as I slowly came out of my shell. Those months turned to years, and I still keep in relatively close contact with all of them 20 years later.
A Revenant Nostalgia
“You want some of this?” I reached out to her, offering the bottle of straight dark rum, my voice strained through the burning caramel stinging in my throat. She looked over at her husband who paid us no mind, seemingly wrapped up in the view of the lake. Turning back to me, she shrugged and a sly smile came across her face that said, “Why not?”
There was late to a party, and then there was my unpunctuality, evident immediately upon arrival. Having to park my car down the bottom of the driveway and walk a few minutes to reach the summer house, I carried a bottle of rum in each hand by way of an apology. I crunched steadily up the gravel path in the dying heat of the day, drawn to the glowing lights and growing burble of happy conversations as yet out of view. I hadn’t expected to be back in town this weekend and bumping into old friends on the High St had been a welcome surprise, doubly so when they’d invited me to join their party tonight. I stepped through the door, greeted by a small cheer and a procession of hugs, trading the humid air for the warmth of familiar faces and the welcome of new introductions. I handed one bottle of rum to a friend and dug my nails into the foil of the other, rewarded with a pop as I worked the stopper cork free. I walked out to the patio and threw it into the lake with a flourish. We’d never been the group to finish the night with unfinished bottles. That’s when I caught my first glance of her for a long time. Maybe it was the moonlight, or the revenant haze of nostalgia, but she practically glowed. We made eye contact and I winked before turning back to my friends. Something told me we’d be chatting before long.
[FM] How I Met The TA Who Took My Virginity
Disclaimer: the name I use for myself here is not my real name.
As many of my followers have probably read, while sexually active early in life, I was raised in a deeply oppressive, sexually conservative Christian community, and didn’t have intercourse until I left the area my first year in college.
At this point in my life, I was really beginning to struggle with the oppressive norms of my community and how they conflicted with my sexual activity, fetishes, and attraction to all genders. I was also starting to work through the guilt of being labeled a slut at an early age by abusers and how I incorporated that label into my daily behavior. To help me better understand my own past, I decided one of the first classes
I would take would be able gender and sexuality.
The first day of class was so eye opening! Not just reviewing the syllabus and curriculum, but being surrounded by like-minded people. For the first time, I wasn’t in the minority. Sure, there was a bit of discomfort the first day, but after the instructor led us through some ice breakers, everyone talked openly and philosophically. There was no shame in sex. No shame in kink. No shame in powerful women who thought for themselves and didn’t live to please a man. No shame for being bisexual or pansexual. It was incredible!
[MF] Introduction – TC20(0)
Introduction – TC20(0)
Hello everyone, we are Thecouple20. We are a married couple whose into swinging,cuckolding and many more wild fetishes. Through out our journey so far, we have experienced many sessions varying from solo to full on swing and group activities. We recently felt encouraged to share our stories after seeing soo many of you sharing your steamy, hot, sexy experiences.
For background, we are in our early 30’s, married for 7 years now, dating for 12+ years. I am 5’10 tall, slim built, with the avg 6 inch tool. My partner is 5’4 tall, slender yet curvy built, with figure of any bikini model and a round ass.
From our next post we will be sharing our experiences and stories. We would leave the factual or fictional judgement to the readers and not reveal any fact or truth behind each stories, individuals or experiences.
We hope you would love what we have to share.
Regards
TC20
Naughty Magic: Angie pt 1
Stan Jones, #9, All American football star. Starting quarterback for his D1 team, team captain, and leading candidate to watch for the Heisman. Everyone loves him, typical “women want him, guys want to be him” kinda thing. GPA of 3.7, impressive even without his athletic distractions. Asshole.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a “nice person” and all. But he’s completely overshadowing my boyfriend, Brent Stallor! #13, “backup quarterback?!” They don’t even give him the chance to shine like the phenomenal star he is! Makes me so mad, I could kill someone. …not that I would. It’s just so unfair. He led our highschool team to three state championships, practically winning two of them single handedly. Stan totally knows he’d be replaced in an instant if my Brent ever gets any real time on the field, that’s why he doesn’t let him off the bench unless our team is already up by 30. That’s why we’re going to some BS “Cotton Bowl.” Someone needs to do something to avoid another disaster.
The probelm with fucking your students is that things get messy…[Mff, Taboo, Anal, Professor]
The unraveling
“So, what *is* the charge of iron, then?” Dominique groaned, running her fingers through her hair.
Metals didn’t like to play by the rules. At least, not ones intro chem students understood regularly.
“It’s all dependent on oxidation states,” I explained. “That means you have to look at what the element is reacting with and—”
“Oh, my God! I can’t do it anymore!” she screamed, setting her head down. “I’ve only been coming to these stupid sessions so I can—uh. I really like you. It’s almost the end of the semester and I’ve made like—no progress.”
Dominique looked both ways and popped her tits out of her shirt, right in the middle of the atrium. I gasped and reached across the table to stop her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.
There were only a few days left in the semester. Our final was Thursday. It felt good to be in the last week of classes. Laci and Vanna were quite confused as to why I’d stopped interacting with them, but I couldn’t exactly say it was because I was dating Emilia. We would announce after the class ended.
The Festival of Shooting Stars [MF] [fantasy] [plot] [wholesome] [public] [long]
The three young men talking over their beers were merchants, foreigners from far away. You could obviously tell it by their looks, their clothes, and their accents – but also, by the excitement in their voices.
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve heard the stories, right, but you know the stories you hear in port towns…”
“All made up—”
“Yeah, yeah. So I was hoping that what I’ll see here will live up to a tenth of the hype, that would already be something… but no, this whole festival is really pretty much as they say!”
Their talk was loud enough to carry over the sunny inside of the inn. Two tables over Iden, his hand on a flagon of pear cider (blissfully cold thanks to those heroic blocks of ice that persisted in their straw-filled cellar even now in the dead of summer), smiled in an unexpected little surge of pride.
Kontaria tended to make a very deep impression on anyone who visited. It was a fairly small country, and at a glance an unassuming one – a mess of lakes and ancient woodland by a cool sea, dotted with villages and pasturelands, no stone cities or castles or anything impressive like that. Yet even so, it did have its definite claims to fame.
Creampied the Preacher’s Daughter After a Wedding [Long] [MF]
*Took down my stories, but all is well and returning them to you one at a time.*
My first year out of college, I went to a wedding as the +1 for my friend Dee, because she didn’t want to show up alone and have to deal with the annoyances that were childhood friends and acquaintances asking about her personal life. This isn’t about my friend, so I don’t need to describe her. The wedding was a big one. Lots of people and it was held at the church the bride had been a part of for years. Everyone was familiar with each other aside from the occasional date (myself included).
At the reception everyone went through the traditional steps, toast, first dance, respective parent dance, bouquet and garter toss, then cake. That’s when the fuddy duddy folk started leaving. I had enjoyed a few drinks by that point because I wasn’t socializing, might as well imbibe. Once the older crowds started leaving, I joined in on dancing with some of the younger crowd since the music got better and the liquor-aided confidence got stronger. At one point I turned and was face to face with a cute tight-bodied brunette. She was maybe a foot shorter than me, cute big eyes, wearing a cardigan over a camisole with a perky pair pushing against the buttoned sweater. She had a cute floral skirt and a pair of black leggings under it down to her calf boots. I took her in quickly with my eyes and saw a firm bodied beauty, but young. I held out my hand and asked if she was old enough to dance with me. She blushed and said she’s 19.