Tag: High School

[MF] Learning and experimenting with my incest fetish

I was (well, still am) an only child that has never been attracted to my mother, aunt, or grandmother (or dad, uncle, or grandfather for full transparency). In spite of this, I have an incredibly deep ingrained incest fetish that dictates the porn I consume and the roles I play out when with my various partners. I recently went down a rabbit hole with a partner about where we first tried something or when we knew we were into a particular kink and I thought it would be interesting to share.

I know exactly when the fetish began. I was in elementary school and attending a friend’s birthday party at Discovery Zone. A classmate and I ended up in an area under a climbing obstacle, almost completely hidden from everyone. I don’t know what was said but we shared our first kiss in that play area. It was a light peck on the lips, nothing more as we were so young but when I got home, all I could think about was doing it again. She was a very good friend of mine and there was obvious play yard flirting that had led to this moment and all I wanted was for more of it to occur. Read more »

Say it again

*Continuation of The Relationship, first post in available comments.*

*While not critical to understanding the story, Part One provides helpful context as it provides the back story of the two of them and sets the tone for the fly on the wall experience you will enjoy below.*

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“Say it again”, his whisper pierced the stillness of the hotel room.

“Say what?” Stella giggled, the coy edge of her seductive smile giving away how delighted she was to finally have something he wanted to hear.

But Levi was in no mood. He grabbed her wrists, tenderly, but intently. Looking just underneath her eyes in that sore, pleading way he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know how to fake. It caught Stella off guard. Could she be the first to have told him this?

Let’s go back to where it started. The parking lot of the Billings, Montana airport Hilton.

Levi’s corkscrew curls stretched to the middle of his shoulders. His hair was still wet, he wanted to look his best so Stella would have a parting final image of him as he dropped her off. Read more »

[F] [mast] [caution] Maggie, Poor Clare

Maggie. Maggie had always been the odd kid, the loner, the one who stood out in the crowd. And yet she yearned nothing more than a life of peace. Of meditation. Of contemplation and prayer.

For, you see, Maggie felt the calling. The vocation. She was called by God to a higher purpose. She was to become a nun.

She jumped with glee every Sunday at the thought of going to Mass. She’d sit in the front row, eagerly listening to every word of the service. She’d be first in line for the eucharist. As soon as she was allowed online, instead of heading for porn, she headed for monastery websites. How do I become a nun? she’d type into Google, hoping to find an answer, hoping to find someone who’d listen to her call. And, finally, she found what she had been looking for. As soon as she turned 18, the Poor Clares invited her to visit the facility. Off she went, to Great Falls Montana, where she’d finally achieve her dream: the nunnery. Read more »

Losing My Virginity in the Game Room [MF]

I grew up in a family of five brothers, and our lives were focused on high school sports and finding ways to earn a few extra bucks to help the family budget out. I was the youngest of the group and struggled with my confidence at times due to being the brunt of practical jokes, brotherly insults, and getting whooped once in awhile by a big brother.

In high school I was a pretty big guy due to spending countless hours in manual labor jobs, but I was a little soft because Mama always saved an extra piece of fried chicken or apple pie for her baby. I did pretty well in school and had some success on the baseball field, but I was a novice with the ladies and never got as far as second base.

When I got to college for my freshman year I realized my goal to walk on to the baseball team was not realistic, and so I dedicated myself to the gym, and spent hours and hours lifting, running, and cycling. I basically transformed my body, and the newfound attention from college girls was a big boost for my confidence. However, I wasn’t a hook-up guy, didn’t have any serious girlfriends, and ended my freshman year still a virgin. Read more »

[MF] Late Night Backseat Hook up

Shannon was a girl I knew from work later high school to past graduation. She was a tomboy all the way. As long as I knew her she’d wear baggy jeans, loose band shirts were her style. Shorter length brown hair, never wore makeup, cute face, just over five feet tall. About her shape , it was hard to discern and made me more curious. She was very bottom heavy, certainly a nice big booty, curvy shape hiding under her loose jeans and shirts. I could tell her breasts were a good size, but hidden. She was cute chubby girl. She was into her mid 20’s to my almost 19 years old at the time. When we crossed paths at work. She was quiet at first but soon opened up. From there we quickly had some innuendo flirting. Then be began hanging out, getting high and drunk. It became more obvious to me that she wanted more from me as time went on. After I graduated we spent more time together. I too into tomboy type girls usually, but I’d be lying if I wasn’t starting to be attracted to her in some way, she was a fun to be around. Read more »

Pink Smoke (1) [mc]

If Tom hadn’t stopped for a coffee that Sunday morning; if he hadn’t recognized his old schoolmate Sandra sitting alone at a table, sipping from a cup while checking her phone with a tired expression; if he hadn’t decided to go and say hi to her, because he had a crush on her when they were younger and now she looked even more beautiful then in school, her blonde hair tied in a bun that revealed her slender neck, wearing small glasses and a somber dress that gave her the professional look of a businesswoman; then his life would have gone on as usual, and he would have had lunch with his wife that day, as planned, as he almost always had.

“Sandra? I’m sorry, are you Sandra Leinster? I’m Tom. Tom Mallory, from… We were in class together, if I’m not mistaken”. Sandra raised her eyes from her phone and frowned. She looked tired, and of course older than the teenager he had known, dark shadows under her eyes. But God, was she was still beautiful.

Her smile was the same, too. “Tom. Of course! It’ s been a while”. Tom smiled, and shrugged. “Yes. Yes, it’s been what, 15 years?”. Read more »

[20F] [M]eeting on “Tinder”

This happened in the summer of 2018. I returned to college from home for my final year in college while my dry spell has continued into its fourth month. Touching myself will do it for me for two hours, but leaves me wanting more always, and I end up in a sad horny phase and brings me to this upward (or downward?) horny spiral that will not end.

Knowing that I will probably not end up either working or continuing education around anywhere close to where I was, I decided that I am not looking for a long term relationship. I started going to try my luck on all the dating apps that I can lay my hands on. Tinder, Bumble, CoffeeMeetsBagel, you name it. I wanted a long term fuck buddy to end my dry spell. I wanted someone that will fuck me properly, tie my hands up, put a blindfold around me, spank my ass, and fuck me with absolutely no mercy and turn my desert of a pussy into a fucking ocean. Read more »

[M] y Sister’s Hot [F] riends Part 3

Sarah at 21 or 22 was the kind of girl best described by the word curvy, her breasts provided some of the best cleavage I’ve ever seen and her ass was big, soft and round. She somehow packed all of herself into a 5’4 or 5’5 hourglass frame with a pretty face, blonde hair that ran just past her shoulders. But the thing that had always turned me on most about Sarah was how much she liked sex. How did I know? She didn’t hide it, if you called Sarah a slut she would probably smile and ask you why you don’t like putting your dick in as many women as possible as often as you can.

It was about two or three years after the bar with Amy when my sister called me from school and asked if I could hang out with Sarah. She had dropped out of college and didn’t have many friends in our hometown. I was the perfect gentleman, I took her to the movies, out for dinner, and we hung out at the bar but I was working a lot and couldn’t spend the time with her that I wanted to, it also felt like I was deep in the friend zone. Read more »

Her Name was Natalie (part 1) [mF] [oral] [rimming] [light humiliation]

Her name was Natalie and she had a great ass, for a white girl. We met in college, although ‘met’ might be a bit of an overstatement. We had some classes together and said hi in the hallways. Other than that, our paths rarely crossed. If she wasn’t studying, she would be at the gym, or out jogging. And it showed. That great ass was part of a fit body, and she knew it. She didn’t exactly flaunt it, but she did make sure her clothes were tight or revealing enough to show off her long, toned legs, her flat stomach, and her nice full breasts. She had a boyfriend, because of course she did. He was a remnant of her high school life. From the way she talked to him on the phone, I could tell he wasn’t that high on her list of priorities. But then again, neither was I. I was just around. Until one night in the fall.

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[MF] The first time no one asked for

Posted my second time with this girl under the name “Y” . Just decided to tell you about my first time with her .

Skip to “!!!!!!!!!” For the spicy parts

Rain you are the real mvp….

Coming out of the fancy ass pizza place, we found that between us and my car was a 3ft wide river that seemed to appear due to the heavy rains. I being the gentlemen I am decided I will try to jump it to pull the car closer so “y” didn’t have to get wet ( little did I know …) .

So imagine a wet ground and me jumping over a 3ft wide 4 inch deep stream . I got wet . My socks were wet. I didn’t look back at her because embarrassment …. I got the car though !

“Y “ only laughed and told me I was so brave with a sarcastic tone . Heh whatever I thought .

As I was driving her home we talked about some Netflix shows I should watch and agreed we will watch it together sometime. Until I decided we should just pick up some one and watch it that night ! Y agreed and decided she would pick the wine since she just started drinking . Read more »