During my first year at Uni, I shared a house with two childhood friends Carol & Felecity aka fliss after a third girl suddenly dropped out and they were desperate for a house mate. Carol was 5’8”, 32c, 130Ibs, had shoulder length blonde hair, wore glasses and was a bit of a nerd like me. Fliss was 5’11”, 31B, 120ibs, slim as she was into her sports but also a closet nerd which we used to tease her about. One night Fliss asked if I was doing anything at the weekend as the girls had arranged a slumber party with two others from their course and I arranged to go spend it at my parents but had to cancel last minute. I told the girls that I would just hide out in my room upstairs all weekend, leaving them alone so they didn’t have to cancel.
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Our king bed fitted four people [MF] ?
Check out my first story to catch up. Same people are involved here!
After our first swap I couldn’t stop thinking about doing it again. Brendon and I shared some details about what we both for up to but not ALL the details. We were chatting one night and I joked we should send Rebecca and Christian a message to come out. Brendon didn’t say not to haha. I ended up messaging our group message the next day simply saying “We’ve got a king bed. I think it’ll fit four people” and left it at that. I really wanted to do it in the same room, I hadn’t talked to anyone else about this yet but now I’d planted them idea. Christian replied later that night simply asking when so we organised for the following weekend when everyone was free.
A sailing trip not to be [F]orgotten in the sum[M]er!
We had just got our sailing license the previous summer and had planned to get a bareboat charter and join a flotilla group sailing the Greek islands for the summer. Anna had bought a ton of sexy swim wear and I had bought a ton of sun block for the 10 day trip.
The first couple days and nights were fun and we got used to the new living quarters and the beautiful islands every night. On one of the days we stopped at a small island and decided to take our dinghy to shore. When we reached Anna decided to take a dip in the sea while I set up the few things we had got ashore with us for lunch.
I had cracked open a chilled beer and was watching my sexy partner come out of the sea like a post card. My cock was straining my trunks and when Anna walked over I suggested we have lunch topless on the beach. She didn’t think twice and snapped off the top of her bikini. After a beer and some light snacks lunch I leaned over and started kissing Anna all over. Her nipples were standing up in the breeze and I then stood up and dropped my trunks in the middle of the beach in the isle of nowhere.
Truth or Dare Turns into Intense Mutual Masturbation [mff][str8] (Friendship part 1)
This story takes place in my friend’s [18F] house (let’s call her Alice) with her, myself [19M] (Dave) and another friend [18F] (let’s call her Anna). Alice is a petite girl with small tits but a decent ass and a pretty face. She has blonde-ish hair that she wears straight and is just below shoulder length. She is also very smart and quite funny, overall a cutie. Anna is also very short but very busty (D-cup or bigger) and a nice ass. She is also a brunette with incredible long curly hair going down her back. She is not quite as smart as Alice but is also very witty and very flirtatious.
We were all at Alice’s house for the evening just drinking and playing games as friends, more of the group were supposed to come but some were busy or on holiday and whatever else but we decided to meet up just the three of us anyway. This ended up being one of the best decisions I’ve made. After a few hours of drinking and chatting we had run out of conversation topics and needed a new thing to do. “Why don’t we play truth or dare?” suggested Anna. “Yeah why not?”
[FM] The time I cheated on my boyfriend with a BBC at a frat party
Apologies for the incredibly bland title!
So this story happened last year in the Spring semester of college, back when social distancing just meant staying away from the person at the party that looks like they’ve had one too many.
I think a lot of the reason i’m posting this, and why i’m posting it here, is because this is one of the few times in my life that i’ve actually felt like a slut – something I usually try to stay away from (no offense!) Another large event that has had a massive impact on my free time has been the current global pandemic, which has left me with a lot of time to write, fantasize and reflect.
Finally, I feel kinda obligated to say that I love my boyfriend very much and that most of the time he’s a really great (and sweet!) guy and I really should feel bad about all of this. There was a large amount of time after this all happened that I *did* feel bad about this – but that was B.C. – before COVID. Now it’s become one of my go to fantasies.
Anyways, with that all out of the way…
Stretching out [M]y super [F]it yoga instructor
Earlier today I was looking through a cabinet for something and found one of my old iphones. There were some hot pictures I had totally forgotten about on it, and I thought that some of you might enjoy hearing the story behind them.
This all happened about 5 years ago, I’ll tell it best as I can remember it.
I had applied for a job at an athleisure brand, one you might even be wearing right now. I didn’t really care about the clothes, but I guessed that it might be a good place to meet some hot women. I’m a sucker for a girl who takes care of her body.
For one part of the interview process, they made us take a yoga class together. I had never done yoga before, but the class was outdoors at a park and I enjoyed the scenery. Especially all the asses sticking in the air. The instructor in particular was fine as fuck. I don’t recall her name lol but she was a pale skinned brunette with a perky rack, medium height and a butt on the smaller side, but she looked fit as fuck in her tight yoga pants (some pics in my history if you’re interested). And of course, she was incredibly flexible, bending her body in to positions I’d never imagined. I had to fight getting a fullon hardon in my athletic shorts, but I’m pretty sure the outline of my uncut semi was obvious from how I caught the instructor eying me. Then again, at 6’4 with a muscular build and a crew cut, I’m hard to miss even in a crowd.
Drunken Shenanigans
My wife went out for a friend’s bachelorette party last night, and I suspected things would get pretty rowdy.
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” she promised.
“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I joked.
She was dressed to kill: sexy, tight dress, full makeup, stilettos—the whole works that would tantalize any man. My wife is a stunning brunette with a petite hourglass build and every bit of her was on display.
To be honest, I hoped she would indulge in a few drinks, as it secretly turns me on when she gets a bit too boozy for her own good. She did not disappoint. As the hours progressed her texts became increasingly misspelled and incoherent. Later in the night, around midnight, she snapped me videos of her and her friends taking shots, and I could see her eyes were glassy and she was sporting a very crooked smile. Definitely drunk as hell.
Impressive…qualities
Taking a deep, unsteady breath, Krissy unbuttoned his pants, watching with wide eyes as they fell down around his ankles.
Was she really doing this? She asked herself as she curled her fingers beneath the fabric of the elastic waistband of his underwear. Yanking them down, she gasped as his erect cock sprung free and flopped around in front of her face.
“Oh, my.” She heard herself say, her gaze fixated on the fleshy pink colored head atop his shaft and the single eye that seemed to twitch and wink with anticipation.
She had asked him back to her place despite the fact that they had just met, promising herself that she would only suck his cock and nothing more…and maybe let him eat her out.
Now that she had seen him naked and had time to take in visually his impressive…qualities, her mind thought back on all her previous boyfriends, hook-ups and one night stands. And nowhere in that group could she ever recall such a beautiful monster as the one standing at attention before her now. No way was it leaving her house without its magical length and girth being buried deep inside her first.
Snapchats with friends turns into 8 months of partner swapping [MF]
Myself, Kristie [F28] and my fiancé Brendon [M29] had been regularly sending NSFW snapchats to long time couple friends Rebecca [F28] and her long time boyfriend Christian [M27]. They lived 5 hours from us a few cities away and one day messaged to say Christian had a job transfer and they were coming to the same city as us! What followed was 8 or so months of couple swapping and having the greatest sex of my life. Sadly Covid hit and his job disappeared so they’ve moved back. Alas I’m gonna write up a few stories of some of the best few memories as I’m now dwelling and having withdrawals now they’re gone ? ?
Rebecca was a brown haired, pasty white girl of average height, with perky average sided boobs and a slightly bigger butt for her figure. Christian was a black haired, tanned European descent of some sort guy of average height, with a dad bodish sort of look. My fiancé Brendon was a blonde haired, white guy with a few tattoos on his arms, average height as well and also rocking the dad bod sort of look. Neither guys are gym junkies but neither were unfit or unhealthy. And last but not least I’m a pasty white, blondey browny haired girl, average height again, C cup boobs and a big fat white booty that my mother gifted me along with thighs that touch ? ?
Black Vinyl [FF, MC, Fetish] (Part 2 of 2)
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Angela couldn’t figure out why Kathryn hadn’t come by with her car yet. She was expecting to make the car swap an hour ago. Then she’d have plenty of time to get to the salon for her nail appointment before her date.
Well, could it really be called a date. She was meeting up with the guy from last night. Surprisingly, because she never extended one night stands past a one night stand. But he was so hot, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity for an encore.
The only problem was she was supposed to me him at St. Jack’s bar, and currently she had no car.
Angela had called Kathryn at least a dozen times in the past half hour, and if she called anymore it would just serve to get her more worked up. Where could the girl have gone! She wasn’t even answering her cell phone.
In a haze of frustration, Angela calmed down enough that it occurred her that something may have happened to Kathryn. A part of her hoped it didn’t happen while Kathryn was in her car. But she had her own car, and there’s no reason for Kath to have been driving hers today.