There was a guy in my tute last year who was always glancing at me. He was cute, and we’d often catch each other staring but never talked.
Eventually as the semester came to an end, we were partnered up in a group to discuss our papers we were working on. I have no idea where the confidence came from, but we were on the same wavelength or something because sparks were flying.
I felt him move his leg to touch mine with his, and I angled my body closer to him so he knew I was interested. All the while the other guy in our group didn’t have a clue.
He took my hand and placed it on his crotch under the table, I was so red and embarrassed but I was getting so wet from the feeling of getting caught.
When the tutor came around to chat I quickly stopped out of fear.
Tag: Group
An erotic and [m]utually satisfying arrangement with my [f]riend’s wife while separated from our spouses for six months
I thought I’d share an unusual arrangement my wife and I set up with another couple when we were apart for six months because of work. We’re pretty straight-laced normally, so this was definitely a new and strange experience for us.
I’m 29 and my wife, Lucy, is 27, and we’ve been best friends with another couple, Anna and Mike, who are roughly the same age, since our university days. We’re not normally open about our sex life but we’ve known each other long enough that we don’t have many secrets from each other. Anna and I are both lawyers in the same firm, which meant that when we both got seconded to another country for six months we found ourselves in the unusual situation of effectively doing an (initially) platonic wife swap. We stayed in touch with our respective partners every day over Skype, but as time went on we both admitted to each other and our spouses that we were finding the lack of physical intimacy very frustrating, especially when work was stressful and we needed a release. We spent long evenings together watching films and talking about our needs, and we shared our concerns with our partners. Fortunately, it seemed our partners were having the same issues on the other side of the world, and in the end my wife suggested that we try something new while we were abroad.
A night out in Berlin [Group]
Hello fine people,
I’d really like to share a great, kind of surreal experience I recently had while partying. For starters, I’m a mid-twenties student in Berlin. I would describe myself as tall, thin and a bit awkward around girls, although I have quite some experience. The nightlife in the city is insane. You have so many venues to choose from which all have their own flair and crowd. The unifying theme of all of them is their devotion to techno and to offer their guests an escape from reality for a few hours or the whole weekend if that’s what you want. For example, taking photos inside is strictly forbidden and you have to put stickers on your phone cameras. This helps create an inclusive atmosphere in which people can really be themselves, dress up and not worry about any kind of societal norms, judgement or disapproving looks.
Long time flirt finally comes over. [FM]
There was always an extra glance or a lingering touch from him that left me feeling electric.
When you have a friend group that’s as close as ours you don’t experiment amongst each other openly. Unless you want everyone to be asking you about what you’re doing or if we’ve done this or that. Plus, it’s more fun to steal moments right?
There’s many stories I could tell about him, but we’ll just go for one of my favorites. The first night we fucked.
He was always someone I noticed at our friend’s parties. Standing off to the side, quietly getting drunk and passing around the occasional blunt. However, if you got the right couple of people around him he would finally open up. He was 6’4″, atleast, as he stood a few inches above those around him. He had a brilliant smile and a sincere laugh that was as golden as his hair. He worked in manual labor jobs and you could tell that he had a good body underneath his usual Carhartt, t-shirt, and jeans. When he hugged me I always threw my arms up over his shoulders and he would lift me and squeeze. Always melted me instantly. After putting me down his hands would linger for just a moment, while we smiled at each other.
What I learned from being Gangbanged [Group]
I’m a yoga instructor and happily married Hotwife.
A while ago, I was in the middle of a gang bang. 5 guys and myself. Prior to that, I had experiences in threesomes (both MMF and MFF) but nothing as big as a 5 on 1 gang bang. Thought I would share with you my thoughts/observations from it.
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1. **A Gang Bang is one of the sluttiest things a woman can do:**
Fucking 5 guys, at the same time is crazy (in a good way). Some women don’t fuck 5 guys in their lifetimes, but I fucked 5 guys in one night. Up to that point, I never knew what being a slut really meant, until I was triple penetrated, worked over, used, degraded, cum on, dominated by 5 different men. Each man had his own preference. One liked doggystyle, one liked to be verbal, as the slut, it was my duty and responsibility to make sure I was the best slut I could be.
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Dissatisfied pt 1 (drawn out, tease)
I’m in my second clinical round in DPT school, exhausted all the time. I’ve always wanted to be a physical therapist-I just didn’t know it was going to be this tiring. Not to mention I waited a bit longer, meaning I’m too close to early 30’s for comfort, and all my classmates are in their early 20’s. I’m married-it isn’t perfect, but I love him very much. He takes care of me, he’s gorgeous, and I don’t ever plan on leaving him. However, we don’t really have sex much, and I walk around frustrated all the time. He enjoys sex like the rest of us, but he just isn’t on the same level of need.
I’m mulling over things as I sit in the restaurant close to the hospital. Another 9 hour day of patients, my clinical instructor, hospital smell, and frustration. My round is in sports med, so I deal with hips, knees, shoulders, etc all day.
I’m young, thin, tall, with very long hair I always wear in either one or two french braids that go halfway down my back. My scrubs always fit just right, showing off my lean frame. But I make sure of that by buying the super nice expensive ones like a spoiled brat. I always wear sports bras, with little lace thongs that make me feel a bit better about wearing thick, bright, patterned mid calf socks, those clogs the nurses wear, and minimal makeup. My ass isn’t big, neither are my breasts. But I was a ballerina into my 20’s, and still do the same workouts so neither have been assaulted by gravity too much.
I’m playing with the food on my plate, on my second drink. My car is in the shop so I took a Lyft to work. My husband is out of town, meaning I have to get home at sound point to let out the dogs. And shower. I want to rip off my clothes and get into a hot shower. Watch some porn, slide a plug in my ass and finger fuck myself until I orgasm. As I squeeze my legs together at the thought, that’s when a group of young undergrad looking guys come into the restaurant. It’s a trendy place, so they have to be on their parents dime. Typical spoiled, rich college boys, I think to myself. That’s when I see him. I recognize him from somewhere. Tall and built, over 6ft with big hands, broad shoulders, and thick legs with a big ass. Rare for guys who work out, as upper body is all the rage. Men don’t realize it’s all in the lower body.
His smile is big and perfect. He’s a bro; a mans man. They all gather a table further down from where I’m sitting at the bar. I look over again, see his gorgeous face and thick, wavy, dark hair. That’s when it dawns on me: He’s a patient at the clinic my round is in. Another PT has his case, but by his outpatient status it’s most likely a sports injury.
He sees me staring at him and smiles at me. I’m suddenly embarrassed and look away. My friend has been managing the bar here for quite some time, she takes my plate and asks me if I want another drink. I say yes, and figure if I’m going to enjoy my Lyft status, I should get some work done. I’ve always been the type A, overachieving student. That doesn’t mean perfect grades. But near them. Which means I always do extra.
I read studies and techniques on my iPad, taking notes. Finding things that align with my current patient load. Hoping to impress my boss. A couple hours pass, I pull myself out of the medical hole I’m in to realize it’s almost midnight, I’m buzzing and warm from all the drinks, and studying is pointless at this point. I put my pen down and grab my phone. Start scrolling Instagram. That’s when I feel a hot presence behind me. I turn around to see him smiling at me. I smile back awkwardly. He says hi, and that he’s seen me in the clinic during his appointments. That’s when his friends hoot and holler something about a hot doctor. I laugh and raise my eyebrows, he apologizes for his friends and introduces himself. He looks like a Ben. Clearly from money, no sense of the world or daily struggles of others-including $100k+ in student loans. I introduce myself, he shakes my hand. He has callouses from lifting. The place between my legs gets warm. I shift in my seat, he notices and asks me if I’m alright. I’ve been sitting to long, I say. I need to use the restroom. I ask my friend behind the bar to watch my stuff as I go to the restroom. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I walk to go pee. His friends whistle. I get into the stall and I can hear the pounding in my ears. I’m aching to be touched and fucked how I like. I lean against the wall of the bathroom; feel the cool tile against my cheek. I reach my hand down the front of my scrubs, pushing down onto my clit. I sigh and arch my hips into my own hand, closing my eyes to imagine Bens tongue on my nipples, down my stomach, between by legs. I’m startled back to reality as two other girls come into the bathroom. By the topic of their conversation, they’re meeting Bens group for a night of drinking and hooking up. I quickly pee and leave the stall, wash my hands, and walk out. I’m looking down at my phone, thinking it’s best to order a Lyft and get out of here before I feel any more guilty. My husband is sexy, and kind. I need to go home and imagine him fucking me. He’s not bad at it. He just doesn’t have the aggressive go getter attitude I crave in bed. That’s when I run into Ben in the hallway between the restaurant and the bathrooms. He smells so good; like expensive cologne that cost as much as one of my car payments. His flannel is soft, he’s left the three too buttons undone leaving his tan chest visible. I immediately apologize for running into him. He laughs and says something about how it’s not a big deal; watching me look at his body. He stays there. I can feel him push closer to me. But that may be my imagination.
You’re gorgeous, he says. I say thank you and realize I can’t move. My clogs are glued to the floor. I feel his hand reach behind me and pull on my braid so I look up at him. My heart pounds, I smell his cologne, mixed with whiskey and sweat. The place between my legs aches, I can feel myself getting wet. I blurt out I’m married, and that he’s a patient at the clinic so I needed to go. His brows raise with amusement. As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, the girls open the bathroom door, seeing Ben. Squealing his name loudly, causing him to release my hair. Giving blood back to my glued feet. He smiles and asks them what they’re going to drink. I see my exit and restart my paused journey to my chair. I hear them ask him if he knows me, he says that I’m a doctor in his clinic, to which they say that I look a hot tired mess.
I feel that way as I walk to my chair, put cash down, pack up my stuff, say bye to my friend, and walk out. The cool breeze is a relief as I wait for my Lyft. That’s when he walks outside. I clench my jaw, trying to control the urge to ask him to lick my clit and fuck me. He comes up to me, too close for mere acquaintances, and apologizes for his friends. I laugh and say it’s fine. He takes a step forward placing his leg between mine. Pressing it into my crotch. I sigh deeply, he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and murmurs that he doesn’t care if I’m married, he just thinks my scrubs are hot. He has this shit eating grin on his face. He says it’s nice to meet me and walks back inside. Leaving me aching and annoyed.
I get into the Lyft ready to be home. I close my eyes in the back seat, imagining Bens teeth on my nipples. His hands in my hair. My pussy gripping his cock as I bounce on the tip, too tight to take it all right away. I want so badly to feel his finger in my ass, hearing his moaning in my ear. I worry I’m going to soak through my scrub pants before I get to my house. I finally get home, rush to let the dogs out and go straight to my bedroom where I grab my dildo and ass plug from the dresser. I pull down my pants, bend over the bed, spit on the plug, slide it in my ass. I picture Bens tongue in my pussy, my ass full. I rub my clit, wanting an orgasm so bad. I start to rub the dildo against my throbbing hole, finally shoving it in. I take it out all the way and shove it in again imagining it’s Ben relentlessly slamming in, pulling out, and slamming in again. Between the plug, one hand on my clit and another controlling the dildo, I lose control and find release, moaning into my bed. My legs still shaking, I let the dogs in, take a shower, and go to sleep. My pussy still aching for a satisfaction I can’t seem to get.
Making her mine
The first time I saw her, she was getting fucked by a group of guys that had hired her to strip at a bachelors party, for a friend of mine. After the party she needed a ride home and since it was on my way, I volunteered to drive her home, but I also had darker motives. When she got in the car I could smell all the cum she had on her. She had jerked off, fucked and sucked at least 14 guys that night. I know I, personally, fucked and came in her twice.
Her pussy was so full of cum it was leaking down her thighs. I ask her what her name was and she had told Candy. I figured it was a fake name, but I didn’t actually care, so I didn’t press her any harder. As we drove the small talk went well, and she was still amped up from being the evening’s entertainment, so when we got to her apartment, she invited me in and fixed me a drink. She was sitting in a chair across from me and she had her legs spread and I could see her clit swollen and sticking up like a miniature cock, from under her short shirt. Her pussy hair was matted together from all the cum she had taken in her pussy and asshole earlier that night. I was sitting there thinking how fucking sexy her cum stained pussy looked. This was the first time I had ever seen a pussy that had been fucked by over a dozen men, besides on the internet.
‘My REAL Dad Used To Spank Me’: The Story Of A Teen And Her Step-dad [Straight] [M/f] [Step] [Inc] [Teen] [Spanking] [Barely Legal] [Daddy]
When I met my fiance Cassie, I was a little disappointed to hear she had a kid.
I never wanted children myself before and being in my forties now means that I want them even less. I just want a quiet peaceful life which is why I made the decision to finally find someone to settle down and share my life with in the first place.
I could tell you about my future wife Cassie and how we met but I get the feeling you’d be more interested in her eighteen year old daughter, Kacie.
Like I said, I didn’t want kids myself so I’ll admit that I was relieved when I learned that Kacie was eighteen.
Sure, I had definitely heard the stories of bratty, stroppy teenagers and they didn’t sound appealing but I figured that she was technically an adult now and surely past that phase.
And for the most part, I was right.
Kacie’s a really good kid and someone I’m proud to call my daughter. She’s smart, kind and caring. A little cheeky at times but it’s all in good fun. Mostly independent. Sure she lives with us but you can’t expect a kid to move out as soon as they turn eighteen but when that day does come, I’m sure she’ll be fine. She knows how to look after herself.
[Group] Group sex gone wrong, and then so right.
Senior trip to Cancun. I’m traveling with my new girlfriend and I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be lame. Turns out that the chaperones don’t care and everybody is drinking, smoking, and fucking from the first night. The third morning my roommate Trace brings up the idea of us having a competition where we both fuck our girlfriends and see who comes first.
Honesty here, I wasn’t about that lifestyle.) I was terrified of fucking with someone else in the room. I thought my dick was small and I sucked at sex. I’d had sex with my girlfriend 4 times and to be honest it went ok, at best. They were mostly silent short affairs. And then there was the guy asking, Trace was 6’7″ Basketball Player. Id look tiny next to his porn star dick. NO WAY. NO SIR….
However…. what I was into was his girlfriend, Dawn. Dawn had the greatest tits I’ve ever seen on an all state athlete’s body. I needed to see her naked. I still wanna say no but I’m super horny since my girlfriend drank herself into oblivion the first night and spent the second night with her girlfriends. I agree. I’m not too worried because I think my girlfriend is going to be a no go. I bring it up to my girlfriend and she is way more into it than I thought she would be. Like way more.
Coachella camping, Night Two [Group]
The weirdest part about camping at Coachella is the shower situation. It always has a crazy long line, the people are rude and shoving to get into the stalls, and the water pressure sucks. Harper and I stood in line, we went the second we woke up, knowing this would happen, and the lines were full of hung over people complaining. We wore our bikinis there to minimize the amount we had to drag back and forth so we could get out faster.
We showered and headed back to the site. Cam and Brian were sitting in our lawn chairs passing a pot stick back and forth and drinking warm cans of beer. It was way too early for that nonsense, so I laid down in the shad with Harper and we looked at the instagram tag for Coachella seeing if we recognized anyone.
We kind of casually avoided talking about hooking up in the tent the night before when we were rolling balls, and I left it alone. We planned out the shows we’d see that evening and guzzled water in anticipation of rolling a second day in a row.