ExXxposed in the lab – [M/F][Drug enhanced libido][Shower sex][Technically part 3]

Brandon carefully measures out 188 mL of the pearly green fluid from the flask to the graduated cylinder. He moves slowly and deliberately, holding the flask with both hands and watching for even the smallest errant drip.

On the other side of the lab, Dr. Mark Kimball sits on a stool and carefully sifts through papers and manila folders.

“I have to say, guys. These results are amazing. The original formulation was pretty potent, but this stuff is next level. We’re seeing increases in pheromone responses of nearly 150% and the gene targeting is hitting nearly three times the markers. How are we doing on final phase testing? That’s the last thing holding us up from getting ExXxtra to market.”

Melissa looks down at the clipboard in her hand. “Well, I think this is about it, right?” She glances towards Brandon.

Sitting the Erlenmeyer flask down carefully, he nods. “Should be. Then it’s on to human trials. Unless we just want to skip that step for tradition?” He waggles his eyebrows knowingly.

I think about having children a lot more than I used to…[MF]

I found Erin on AFF. We were both in our early twenties. Before I decided to message her I perused her profile. Her pictures were cute, cute enough to  make you wonder if there’s a real person behind that account. Her blog of experiences in the lifestyle caught my eye. Topics range from ‘what’s it like to be the only unicorn in existence’ and ‘for real single men, get your shit together’.

We started chatting and eventually graduated to texting and then a voice call. I wish I still had the pictures she sent me from our initial chat. In them, she was wearing a black corset and the most adorable velvet choker. She had a little thing for soft BDSM; something I hadn’t explored in the slightest, at the time.

That night we talked on the phone got to know each other a bit. I asked her what she wanted and what she was doing on AFF. Her response aligned with my lifestyle. She pretty much reiterated my response to the same question when she asked over instant messenger: no strings. Purely sexual relationship if we click and like playing together. I don’t think I consciously caught it at the time but in hindsight I have always believed that she wasn’t completely honest with herself or me. – more on that later…

[MF] I slept with my high school crush…

This one’s going to be a bit long but, hopefully, worth it.

This happened two years ago and to this day it’s been my most fulfilling sexual encounter, if my most shameful.

I was 24 at the time, a slightly bigger guy with a decent build. Enough to give me self-confidence issues but not enough to make me hate myself. I got a text out of the blue from a girl that I knew from high school, we’ll call her Marissa.

Marissa and I had a couple of classes together in high school, and the classes that we did have had very strict seating policies. There was no opportunity to ‘move where you pleased’. But as fate would have it, we ended up sitting next to each other in some fashion in each class.

She was this lanky, awkward girl with the type of hair that looked more at home in the aftermath of an explosion than on a head. It was brown and curly and everywhere. We talked endlessly about anything and everything, and it was a miracle that we were never separated.

How I Actually Lost My Virginity [FM]

The day after [my encounter with Joe](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b3t5ua/how_i_almost_lost_my_virginity_fm_repost_blowjob/) was among the most nerve wracking days of school I’d ever had. Not finals, not pop quizzes, just a simple day of practicing to march in for graduation. Simple, right? The problem was, even though Joe was there, he wouldn’t look at me. When I met up with my usual group of friends that morning, he just mumbled a hello and focused on his breakfast. When the bell rang, he was the first to shoot off to wherever he had to be. When all the graduating seniors met up for marching practice, he just took his place in line and kept quiet, instead of joining the rest of us off to the side, joking about how stupid it was to build two days into the schedule to learn how to walk properly. I really, truly thought I had messed up our friendship forever. To my eighteen year old mind, it was the end of the world.

How I Almost Lost My Virginity [FM] (Repost) (Blowjob)

I was a good girl all the way up through high school. Straight A’s, I never got into trouble, I always did as I was told, but, unknown to my parents, I’d gotten pretty heavily into watching porn. Watching the women sucking and fucking on the screen in my bedroom was the height of sexiness to me, and I, a virgin, knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I 100% needed to get fucked.

Unfortunately, I hung out with a bunch of hopeless virgins like me, and I knew that the only way they managed to talk to me at all was to not view me as a sexual figure at all. Baggy clothes and no makeup only helped/hurt, I know, but I liked their company. Had I just whipped my tits out and announced my pussy open for business, I knew they would all run for the hills, so I did what I had to do to keep the friends I wanted. Graduation was only days away, though, and while I could have just walked into school with a tight top on and batted my eyes at some jock, I wanted something a little more personal.

Tapping Shoulder Tappers [red ink welcomed] [mff] [pot] [ws] [enema]

Shoulder Tappers 

As  I walked into the liquor store I spied two fresh barely legal females, a slender late teen, and her  stocky friend,they were approaching random people , clearly they were shoulder tapping. I went and got my four pack, a pint of rum, and rolling papers.

   As I exited the store the two moved into an area were they would intersect my path.

  “Mister?”

“Yes young lady.”

” We’ve just about given up on finding someone generous enough to get us some supplies to take to a back country party.” 

“You need a booze buyer?”

“Yes we do, beer, schnapps, wine cooler,  and Jagermeister.”

“Well I just might be your broker today young  ladies. Just what’s in it for me?”

“You could keep any change… ”

“I’m fine for money Miss. So I’m willing to put myself into a position to get arrested, and fined for buying booze for minors.”

 ” Hmm Um… ” The strawberry blonde started . ” Well what would be sufficient to persuade you to help us Mister?”

” First, my name is Earl. Second… just how bad do you want supplies?”

Me and my grandma

I admit it. I once was in love with my grandma. Or better said, hard for her. It was quite some years ago. I was barely out of school, she around sixty. And a widow for the better part of a decade. And yes, she liked it hard. And yes, there was a certain period in our lives when we fucked each other like some animals. At every possibility. For a while. No, we are not together any more. But what happened is still our little dirty secret.

Back to that point in time were it all began. I was a fresh high school drop out. On the hunt for job. Something with a perspective. With the chance of building up a career. But in the area I lived in, nothing. Just minimum wage jobs. So I had to look elsewhere. Everywhere. And I found something. An office job. In a really big and well established company. Far away from home. So I needed some accommodation.

But the payday wasn’t that great. So renting my own place was not doable. For the moment. Luckily my grandma was living near my future workplace. Alone, in a big empty house. Grandpa was already gone for good. Her offspring, my mom is one of them, already out of the house. So plenty of empty room for me to occupy.

My first blowjob

A hot past confession.

When I was a very young girl I had a gay friend. I met him in high school. I was young and totally virgin. But with a huge desire to suck dick. After thinking about it for a few months I asked him to let me suck his cock.

At first he flatly refused. I begged him for days. After a few days he barely accepted. We agreed on the day. We went to my house (I only lived with my mother and always worked in the afternoons).

He was very nervous. We went to my room. We laughed nervously and he turned on the TV and tried to distract me (we had limited time since my mother always arrived at 5pm and we left school at 2pm) I tried to hug him, kiss him and touch his cock. He retired nervously laughing. I got on my knees “kidding” in front of him, he was sitting. I opened my mouth and told him to put his cock in my mouth.

The Company Christmas Party [MF]

As I am sitting at my desk at work, looking at a picture of my wife and I, I am reminded of one of my favorite excursions with her.

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The plane touched down in NOLA as several members of my company exited the plane. We’re here for the company Christmas party where we sometimes do it big by flying out all the employees and their partners for a weekend away somewhere to celebrate. One of the nicest perks we have.

My wife, a 5′ 1″ cutie with a booty, dark brown hair down to her mid back, brown eyes, 34B breasts, 115 lbs, gorgeous smile, and curvy in all the places that makes men stop and stare. She grips my hand, calming me. I’m honestly a pretty anxious flyer. Hate heights. Myself, 5′ 8″, black hair and brown eyes, 160 lbs, somewhat slim and building towards the dad bod and actively trying to fend it off. Pretty average in the department downstairs with a straight upward curve. It’s weird but I make it work.

Sex with my childhood friend who is now a married woman [MF]

**Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.**

Brooke and her family moved into my neighborhood when I was nearing the end of elementary school. They were two houses down to the left if you were facing my house. Our neighborhood was fairly quiet. Brooke was the same age as me. She had one sister who was three years older than us. I don’t think any of us spoke for the first year or so. We would see each other from across the way, but always fell victim to the awkward feelings of youth and retreated back into ourselves. All of that changed the following year.