(M)y 33 y/o sel(f) and a 63 y/o Vietnamese lady. Yup sixty three…

LONG AS FUCK… I don’t know if it’s worth it but I had to say this somewhere.

Been on reddit off and on for years, browsed here every so often, and never thought I would post. I apologize in advance for what the fuck ever kind of complaints you may have.
I’m 33, getting divorced right now, life sucks, and I haven’t been laid in months upon months. I haven’t really applied myself either cause there is zero confidence right now. Everything is bad, money, work, relationships, blah blibbity the fuck blah, and so on and so forth. But I have my health, am decent looking but have a gut, and I am still living with my soon to be ex for another month plus until our lease is up. LIFE BLOWS.
Years ago when I had money I used to frequent this little salon for haircuts from this awesome older Vietnamese lady. This was 5+ years ago when I last went and I would see her about every 2 months and then she opened up her own tiny little salon and spa so I started going there. She did massages at this place, totally professional, had estheticians, all of it.

(f)ucked one of (M)y best friend’s dad

I feel like my life is made up of me hurtling from questionable decision to questionable decision. This past Friday night was my most recent questionable decision.

About me, I’m 20, 5″7 and I mostly wear a size 2 or 4. My bust size is 32C and I have brown almost black shoulder length hair and brown eyes on a wide friendly face. I do pretty well with the guys. I was fairly popular in high school but I messed around too much and end up with no real prospects. While basically all of my friends went to college, I took a few classes at my local community college with the intent of going to a normal place after a year or two and worked a few different jobs. I didn’t even last a semester at the community college and I currently work at a Target about five miles from where I grew up (was too embarressed to work at the closest one). I’ve stubbornly kept my own place (well, with roommates) which is probably not the smartest decision ever when you are living paycheck to paycheck but I’d rather die than still be living with either of my parents.

My Sister Moves In. [MF] [Incest] [Light Femdom] [Tease and Denial] [SPH]

Good day, all! I’ve only written a couple of stories since I discovered I enjoyed sharing my fantasies through this sort of medium, but I’ve never written one like this. This one encompasses a lot of aspects that I thoroughly enjoy, so I hope you like it! It’s a little long, so buckle up!

Please do not be shy to give me any feedback on anything. I can take it. :-)
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**My Sister Moves In.**

Until recently, I’ve lived on my own. I received a call from my younger sister a few weeks ago saying she has “had it” living with Mom and Dad, so she wants to get the hell out of there, even if it meant moving several hundred kilometers away from our parents. Hell, I know how she feels. That’s why I am where I am.

[Touch, Kiss, Oral]How I Became A GayBro (MM)

I guess, like most bros, my story starts in my youth. Regular stuff you know. In middle school and jr. High (5-8 grades). I would go to my friends house where he had found his dad’s old porn mag stash. We would sit in his room or go out to the barn at the back of the pasture and look at all the topless chicks. Sometimes we would JO, sometimes mutual JO, and there were even a few BJs in there.

Looking back it is quite hilarious because, especially in the early years, because we didn’t actually know what we were doing so we would just do stuff till we got tired. It wasn’t until 7-8 grade that we realised that there was a completion state. After 8th grade me and my friend kind of drifted. We went to high school and kinda found our own groups.

I never really struggled with my sexuality, from a pretty early age despite my homophobic family I was pretty aware that people are people. I have always assumed everyone is bisexual/pansexual and if you see someone you like, start a conversation. People will catch that you are trying to flirt and if you are the wrong gender for them they will most likely let you know. I don’t understand why that is such a difficult concept to understand. Anyway, I digress.

Our cabin in the woods.

So we find ourselves here again… The week after the peak season has ended; in the same 4-bedroom cabin, with the 3 same high school friends… plus their spouses.

We’ve been taking these 5 day / 4 night trips for over a decade now. Neither of us are part of the assemblage of longtime associates… both of us being hangers-on, dragged here by our significant others. Admittedly, it’s been easier and easier to get us to come with each year, but we both can think of a few places we would rather be.

I’ve known you going all the way back to when you first started dating your (now) husband. I’ve always like you, in a friendly way. You were always fun, seemingly happy, witty, and smarter than I’ve always felt you should be, considering how beautiful I found you. Sure, we are Facebook friends, and we wish each other the best on annual milestones, but considering that our last 6 FB chats consisted of identical, “Happy Birthday!!!” messages, repeated back on a 12-month cycle, I would consider us acquaintances, more than friends.

But, this year seems different… Tonight seems different.

My [T(MtF)] first time at the beach wearing a bikini involved lapdancing and bathrooms [MtF/M]

When I was 18, I was pretty much fully out as a transgender girl attending college in Southern California. I am pretty blessed to be born as a petite Asian male thus making me quite feminine even without the help of HRT. So I was quite excited when some college friends wanted to do a beach trip for our first Spring Break as college students! I had always wanted to try my body in a bikini and although I always believed I had the figure to pull it off, my self-consciousness and fears of judgement always kept me from actually doing it.

So that weekend after we wrapped up finals, I went bikini shopping at a Target with my friend Emily. I picked out a few to try on but the one that stood out was a green and white leaf two piece set that was super cute. Trying on a bikini for the first time and seeing my body exposed, knowing my friends and many people in public would see me, made me so embarrassed! Emily of course seeing me so nervous made me buy that said bikini and off we went.

[F]ucked [M]y ex-boyfriend’s ex-girl[f]riend

I met my first boyfriend, Mike, the first week of my freshman year of college. Naïve, innocent, young (barely 18 at this point), and sexually charged, I fell head over heels for the first boy that displayed any interest in me. I am tall (6 foot) and have short blonde hair, 32DDD breasts, and an athletic body. Being so tall and having some semblance of athleticism, I was quickly recruited to try out for the women’s rowing team. Mike being on the men’s team and encouraging me to join, as well as the fact that two of my good friends from high school were trying out too, made the decision to join the team an easy one. I am a bit of an introvert, and wasn’t the nicest person back then so I didn’t make too many friends on the team. During the four-plus hours a day we spent together as a team however I did get to know all of the girls quite well, including Lindsey. She is taller than me (6’2″), an actual GORGEOUS model, and has long brown hair. Unfortunately, like a majority of the girls on the novice team, she quit halfway through the year and we fell out of touch.

Elijah and Shea: PART 1

Things smelled something like dying outside, but at least they smelled. The summer had brought with it a fantastic volume of expression. It seemed cliche to talk about the sky, but lying there inside his bedroom, Elijah stared out the window, clouds nestling by, periodically squeezing into view from where he lay, and then just as effortlessly leaving. He tried to feel nothing about it, but found himself worried. Each cloud passing felt like another moment missed, seconds spilling through holes drilled in the floorboards. And yet, Elijah did nothing about it.

Summer had started a few weeks ago and Elijah’s productivity had plunged below a threshold he had ever experienced. High School was over and the whole world was open to him with fresh opportunities and blossoming experiences. But Elijah chose to sit beside his bed, watching the clouds, lamenting the clouds, wishing he could just stop one dead in its tracks.

A short vibration startled Elijah from his trance. He extended his hands above his head, pushing his chest out, feeling as his vertebra realigned from bottom to top. Blinking, Elijah stood up and turned to find his phone still alight with a new text message. Grabbing the phone, he noticed it was an unknown number to him. He frowned and unlocked his phone.

Visiting Another College [21M/22F 21F]

I just discovered this sub and it has quickly grown to my favorite. I will share one of my stories now.

After graduating from my community college, I decided to go to a university out of state. I chose an engineering school that basically had a 90% guy to 10% girl ratio and I knew absolutely no one so I kept in close contact with a lot of people from my hometown. One of the people that I kept in contact with was my ex Katie. We were high school sweethearts and after we broke up my senior year, we would get together every once in a while and still hook up. I was the first person to sleep with her and she was very shy so she didn’t want to sleep around. It is also important to note that she did not drink or anything and was a very religious girl while we were dating. (Besides the fact the we were having sex)

[M]arried business man, [F]un, but without tinder this time. Part 5 – the dancer (long)

I’m typing this from my mobile so I apologize for typos and formatting errors ahead of time.

This particular night started out perfect. My wife told me she wanted to go out for drinks and have a little fun. Our work weeks are always stressful so I was looking forward to enjoying my wife’s company. My wife is 5’6 110 lbs, very petite, has long wavy dark hair and a beautiful smile. Her body is gorgeous (she is a lifestyle coach/personal trainer and owns her own gym). S, needless to say I had a pep in my step on the way home knowing I was going to get to see my wife in something sexy tonight.