Fucking my ex-girlfriends much younger sister [m/f]

Throughout my teen years I was in love with the girl that I spent my summers with. We were best friends growing up but when we hit high school, I rode through puberty and fell in puppy love with her and she became the hottest girl in school and rode the older boys cocks. Eventually, we got together in college but she fucked around and treated me so badly, I just didn't care anymore and dumped her. Hottest and sluttiest girl I've ever been with and I still don't miss her.

Her younger sister was 5.5yrs younger than me. I knew she always had a thing for me which was cute but I was well focused on her sister and never paid attention to her. Her sister didn't take it well when I ended it and went a little crazy, like medicated/bipolar. Her parents called my parents and blamed me. I didn't see anyone in their family for years and figured all bridges were burned.

Another 4th of July, another threesome [MFF]

I hope this becomes a tradition for me! Last year, I found myself in the middle of a man sandwich as I celebrated America's independence with two guys. This year, I ended up having some fun with my FWB and a female friend of his.

After work on Saturday, I headed to a BBQ I was invited to. It was actually the BBQ being hosted by one of the guys who I had the threesome with last year. There was definitely a little pretence here, and I know that I was definitely thinking I would end up hooking up with this guy at the end of the night. As the night wore on, he was definitely starting to get a little touchy/feely with me. Things seemed to be heading in the right direction, until I got a call from my FWB, Mark.

Mark: "Hey, what are you up to?"

Me: "I'm hanging out at a BBQ. You?"

Mark: "Well…I'm kinda trying to get a little situation going here"

Me: "Oh yeah? What kind of situation?"

Mark: "You remember how you said that if I needed a second girl that you would step up?"

[M]aking a New [F]riend Cum

This is the first of (hopefully) several stories. Sorry in advance if it's too long, I'm not quite sure how the type translates to the page. Just in case, I've separated the background from the fun with some asterisks.

A little about myself: I'm a single 31-year old male, 6'2", 190 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes, and, unlike most redditors who claim 8" penises, I'll own up to my 6 inches…

I first met Nancy at my friend's graduation shindig. He had just finished grad school and Nancy, a friend of his, taught History at a local high school. She was gorgeous. My first guess was that she was of Hispanic descent, in her late 20s, 5'3", 120lbs, with an amazing rack (C cups), and an ass to match. Think Christina Aguilera from Burlesque (shitty movie, I know) with dark hair and a few more pounds. As it turns out, most of my guesses except for her age – she was also 31 – were correct.

[F/M] Cute Canadian girl gets her “English lesson” with British boy

Hi Redditors, I'm a little nervous to post this but my good friend says you're a fun group of people and you'd love to hear my story so here goes. If it's good, I'll put something together again about my steamy encounters with this guy :)

It’s always exciting to see the person who makes your heart beat a little faster and gets your panties soaking wet with just a bit of French kissing. Now imagine not seeing him for four months and not having sex during those four months and then getting a weekend alone with him.

I’m Canadian, 5’2, 110 pounds, with long brown hair and as my guy friend who encouraged me to write this describes as “smoking hot.” I’m modest, but he wants the Redditors to know my face is also pretty nice to look at. :P The guy I’m in lust with? He’s British, dark brown hair, icy blue eyes and, to me, he’s soooo fucking good looking. I can’t control myself around him.

(f/f) My wild night in Barcelona.

So I went on a trip to Spain a few weeks ago and made some great new friends. A few of which I wasn't expecting to get quite so friendly with. So we'd been traveling together for about a week at this point. It’s our last night in Barcelona and we’re going to have a really good time. We start drinking at about 9, a bit heavily because the drinks at the clubs are pretty absurdly expensive. I was about 3 cocktails in and already feeling a little drunk.

11 rolled around and our bus to take us downtown shows up. A huge group of people from our hostel was going with us down to the club.

I start dancing with my friend Samantha to this Enrique Iglesias song and it starts getting a little bit hot and heavy, she’s grinding up on me and I’m starting to get a little turned on which I’m kind of ashamed about. So we’re all dancing and drinking for hours until we gather our little group of 3 guys 5 girls up and head out on the almost completely empty and partially dark beach. We start playing silly games like never have I ever and truth or dare, I swear it’s like high school all over again.

My long-term girlfriend [F/21] cheats on me [M/21], and I restake my claim.

For some background, Catherine and I had been dating maybe four years when this took place, and you can rest easy knowing we're now happily married with several years separating us and this incident. As far as descriptions go, I'm 5'11, brown wavy haired, pale skinned, and decently good looking. Catherine is more like 5'6, fit from doing yoga all the time, and also light skinned. She has breasts that are just the right size and perfectly shaped, a beautiful smile, and a laugh that brings down the house. She toes the line between cute and outright sexy extremely well. She catches your eye at first glance with her looks and sense of style, but getting to know and understand her reveals an entirely new dimension of attraction.


Catherine and I started dating in high school before going to college together. With the way we each reacted to college life, you'd have expected the normal fate of most high school relationships. I put in the minimum effort required to maintain an above average GPA so that I could party with all my new friends while Catherine continued her streak of being somewhat reserved and grinding out impressive grades and accomplishments each semester. This contrast proved to be the primary wedge within our relationship during the college years, but I never doubted my desire to stick with her for the long term or her commitment to me. Only in retrospect did I realize just how large the divide came to be.

Happy Ending in Shanghai

I went to a massage parlor in Shanghai last night and it was so worth it.

I’ve been in Shanghai for the last 10 weeks away from my wife. Sex was uncommon even when we were in the same country. But I've never cheated. She did several years ago. In China, just about any foreigner is treated like a rock star. I have gotten way more attention from attractive younger women than I'm used to. I've flirted a bit, and I think one or two women would have been willing if I had not chickened out. Truth is, I don't want a relationship with a Chinese woman.I am not willing to complicate my life with that kind of drama.

All this explains how I found myself extra horny with no real outlet, and a long pent up “if-my-wife- cheated-why-shouldn't-I' attitude. I began looking into professionals. I was really skeptical. If relationship drama scared me, the thought of getting arrested for solicitation, contracting an STD, or getting involved in gang land bullshit in a foreign country had me pretty edgy

Walking through the park (m/m)

Sexually, I consider myself to be bi; though I've only recently started exploring my attraction to men. This is my first post on this sub. I was back at my parent's place this weekend hanging out and enjoying some downtime from the office. I was pretty horny, since I've been been participating in r/nofap

Anyways I was on grindr, checking to see if there was anyone around. Mostly it was older, out of shape guys, but then I got a message from this handsome dude who is a few years younger than me. We were messaging back and forth, but neither of us could meet up on Friday night so we made plans to meet up the next day and go for a hike through some trails in a local park.

The next day we got together and spent about an hour winding through the trails and talking. He was a super chill guy, and it turned out we actually had mutual friends from high school… Small world.

A Long Kinkster Story: How I Developed a Humiliation Fetish [F/M]

I went over Reddit's post character limit, so this story continues in the comments since I don't like breaking stories into parts.

Before I begin, I'd like to point out every single part of this story is 100% true. Consequently, there aren't any fantasy moments amongst the lines of, "She pulled my pants down and laughed hysterically. Then, she invited her friend to have a look. They both held out their pinkies and laughed while I shriveled up." So although this story has an erotica feel to it, there's no climactic over-the-top moments involved. Also, my dick is approximately five inches long – not too small really. But size queens will let you know: if it's not big, it's small.


Up until the age of twenty-three, I never thought about my penis size. Mainly, I didn't have to. Only a couple women had seen it until that point. Throughout high school, I was the third wheel. I'd watch as my friends picked up beautiful girl after beautiful girl. Perhaps I set my standards too high, but simply put, I wasn't getting laid until my early 20s.

My Step-Father’s Baby(Part One) [str8, Mf, preg]

I knew what he wanted when he showed up at my door. It had only been six months since I moved out of their house, but that doesn't keep him from coming around. My mother thinks I'm a whore, maybe I am, after all, I am fucking her husband. She doesn't know that; she assumes I was sleeping around and got pregnant. That's not the case. I have only slept with one man, the only man I love. I can't help myself. My father was never around, but Allen was. He has always been there for me, and I feel protected when I'm with him. That's all any woman wants right? Before you judge, it started out very innocence. Just a kiss before bed, or a hug that might have lasted a bit longer than it should have. You might call me a victim or a whore…I'm not a victim, but I might be a whore…his whore. I saw where he wasn't satisfied, and I jumped in to please him.