when i was in my early 20s and around the second time i dropped out of college, i was visiting my ‘friends with benefits’ “alyssa” during the summer at USCB. She was your typical nerdy girl: second year engineering major, super smart, 19 years old, chubby but not quite fat, pale skin, (fake) red hair, little tits with perky, perky pink nipples, and an ass so round and jiggly when you smacked it with wide hips to match. She always kept her pussy shaved (so that her brown pubic hair wouldn’t betray the ginger she had on top).
Of course, as soon as i made the 3 hour drive to goleta, we were fucking in her apartment complex. We were a complete dom/sub couple – she loved to be tied up, to be slapped around (our safe word was ‘poodle,’ but damned if i ever heard her say it) to be fucked in whatever hole i felt like owning. She loved to look at the marks i left on her pale skin when we were finished – she told me that she would finger herself to orgasm looking at the bite marks on her tits, at the handprints on her buttcheeks. After a couple nights of fucking followed by naked wine and redbox, our mutual friend sarah texted and said she was in town.
Now, sarah was a “lesbian.” She had a long term girlfriend. She had short hair. She looked like a tomboy, an asian bio major with bad acne, a skinny frame, short hair, and who liked bad sitcoms. We were always cool at parties, but she would rather drink a beer and talk shit rather than join her gf on the dance floor at parties.
Anyway, Sarah was in town and wanted to see us, it being summer break and all, to catch up. Sarah being japanese, and alyssa and i never having had saki bombs, she brought a bottle of rice wine and a six pack of sapporo, and the three of us sat around the kitchen table, shot glasses held up by chop sticks, and pounded on the table with some foreign chant til the liquor dropped and we chugged the alcohol for a few rounds.
I don’t remember who suggested the swim in the apartment complex’s pool, but next i remember, the three of us were in our underwear paddling around in it. Alyssa blushed a little bit when Sarah noticed the bruises on her ass and on her thighs. Sarah noticed them, for sure. Alyssa swam over to me and we kissed as sarah treaded water nearby – alyssa rubbed herself on my crotch – i was too distracted to see them sharing a look – my FWB was getting me in the mood.
NOW THIS IS WHERE I GO BACK IN TIME AND KICK MY SELF IN THE ASS. because i was TOO BUZZED and TOO HORNY to see the potential of the situation. Of course, i didn’t know that alyssa and sarah had made out in the past. That, while sarah had never officially “dated” a man, she loved fucking herself with big, realistic dildos. Despite my ignorance, i should have kept a clearer head and read the situation better, but alas, the opportunity was missed….
So, alyssa was pushing all my fuck buttons, and i reached the point of not standing it any longer. She was floating in my lap in the heated pool, the water making her skimpy underwear somewhat transparent.
“So Sarah, doesn’t (your girlfriend) Monique live across town?” As i asked this, my fingers were pushing aside the front of alyssa’s thong and feeling for her clit. “We should make this a genuine party, bring her over! we’ll have more saki bombs!”
I was too distracted by my FWB’s round body, by the memory of being inside of her tight pussy, to notice the moment of disappointment on Sarah’s face as i (in so many words) asked her to GTFO for a while. I didn’t bother looking at alyssa – she knew what i wanted and she was going to give it to me.
I forget exactly what happened – but sarah left and i promptly took alyssa into the bedroom and took out all of my sexual frustration on her. I came on her chest – she tried to clean up before sarah and her gf returned to the apartment, but if i remember correctly, there was some errant cum splattered on her cheek when she answered the door.
I remember Monique being in a bad mood, and the lesbian couple being somewhat uncomfortable as Alyssa and I entertained them.
The words that have haunted me since were uttered by my slutty alyssa, when after we had said goodnight to the lesbians and shut the door behind them, she looked at me and said “You know, you could have had a threesome. Me and Sarah, you fucking us both as much as you want. guess you missed out.”
I took my frustration out on her ass that night – but boy howdy i’ll tell you if i had a time machine i know where i would go back to.
Tag: Lesbian
I taught her how to masturbate [FF]
This is the true story about my college friend who confided in me, that she’d never masturbated before. I, being the best friend ever, had to show her what she was missing out on. It didn’t surprise me that she wasn’t masturbating. We left our super religious environments to a free one. That bonded us together from the start. We both hid in our dorms the first few nights fearing what Sodom and Gomorrah would be like. She seemed to be more stressed about being social than our schoolwork. I tried lightening the mood by joking a bit.
“Listen, we don’t have to go party and fuck guys. We could just fuck ourselves. Let’s go to hell that way!”
She snorted then confessed “I’m not going to Hell. I still haven’t done either,”
“What do you mean? We both haven’t! Sure college has learning but, really it’s about the adult things. Parties and fucking boys are still on my list too.”
“No, I mean…I’ve never touched myself”
“Excuse me?”
By this time “Sara” was looking at her reflection through the mirror hanging on the brick wall. I saw she was serious.
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Like for instance for an erotica story featuring lesbian action, it would have [lesbian] in brackets to be considered a tag. Action involving anal, [anal], or whatever it pertains to. I think the title tagging at the beginning would allow people to chose whether or not to read the content based on the searchable tags for that submission. Searchable tags for stories would be greatly appreciated in my tennis court.
[MFMF][MFF] Our first swap + the morning after
TL;DR A pushing 60 widower tells you about how a pool party and cookout leads to a discussion about swapping with friends. We later enjoyed a full swap and my late wife enjoyed some time with the female in the couple as well.
TL;DR 2 This is another abnormally long story. Hope you enjoy it though!
Anna and I had always been sexually compatible. I’m a non-religious guy, but the only way I can describe our sexual chemistry is with the word “blessing.” It was a blessing that I met someone who not only was on the same page with me relationship wise, but also definitely sexually. Long before we got together she’d tell me about her sexploits, totally openly, and I didn’t find it off putting whatsoever. In fact, if anything I was intrigued and it turned me on; it’s not like she was sleeping around and hated herself for it. No, rather she was sleeping around and enjoyed almost every experience immensely. I was always one who was open to new sexual experiences, so Anna being a sexual person attracted her to me even more. She’d asked me early on if I’d mind if she slept with other guys; the cuckold thing wasn’t for me (and still isn’t) so I offered an alternative. What if we swapped with another couple or an “exclusive” group of couples? Anna was into that idea very much, but after she got pregnant and we had our first kid — the idea fell by the wayside, well, at least in the short term it did.
[MF][FM] Being an old man’s college-girl fucktoy
“I should probably go grab my laundry,” he said, which was her cue to get dressed. He threw on a pair of Vans and washed out Levis that were perfectly fitting for his grown-up-angsty-boy persona. She stood at the door, dressed, with her purse on her shoulder, awaiting a romantic salutation. “Come ‘ere” he said, holding out both of his arms to embrace her. “Are you fucking kidding me, another hug?” she thought to herself, disappointed. Wanting to maintain her status as the “chill-younger-girl-he-likes-to-fuck,” she went along, showing no sign of disappointment. “See you soon!” “See ya.” he barked. She walked toward the elevator after leaving his one-bedroom apartment downtown. “What the fuck was I thinking? ‘See you soon?’ What kind of clingy weirdo am I?!?.” She left the building and approached the sidewalk outside as she had many times before. The walk home often occupied her mind with racing thoughts. The first time, she wondered why she hadn’t asked for his name. She only knew him by his Fetlife handle, brattamer_1981_. His name was an afterthought compared the feeling of his hot breath against her neck as he learned the landscape of her body from behind for the first time. She had practically forgotten that he had a name by the time her forehead was cradled into his shoulder as they recovered from their first romantic romp. Not used to having men cuddle her after sex, she suspected that he might want more. Afterall, he had kissed her during sex and cuddled her in his bed after. “Maybe he actually likes me?” she questioned. The second time, she asked what he went by. “Mickey, and you?” “Ana. Just Ana. Only one syllable, doesn’t really warrant a nickname.” God, that sounded nerdy. “Why am I like, this?” she thought. That night he told her that she was beautiful, and though she suspected that he might have just said it because he was getting off, she couldn’t help but feel that it had more meaning. No man had ever told her that she was beautiful during sex, as all of her prior experience had been casual. Not knowing if he was just different or this meant something, she remained hopeful. A seed had been planted, and she was wet enough to grow it into a complicated, confused flower. The third time…oh, that third time. He texted her late, and she happened to be out, downtown. “U free tonight?” “Yeah, but not for another half an hour.” “Fine. You down to eat my ass?” “Of course. See you around 11?” She spread herself wide open to let the insects in She leaves a trail of honey to show me where she’s been She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within That night he was playing Nine Inch Nails like the man child that he was. But she loved it. It made her feel mature and dirty, just like him. “Say ‘thank you, daddy,’ you fucking slut ” “Thannnnkkkkk you, daaaddyyyy” she cried. Oh, my beautiful liar Oh, my precious whore My disease, my infection I am so impure This third time she wanted to nestle into his chest post-sex and ask him whether he preferred Kirk to Picard, how he got the scar below his left temple, when he got the bike in his hallway, and whether he wanted to go for a ride the following weekend. Instead, she wiped the cum off her chest and asked him if he typically dated younger woman. “I mean, my girlfriend is 24, so yeah.” The internal rolodex of prospective questions within her came to abrupt stop. What did he mean he had a girlfriend? She knew this was casual, but she didn’t know he was that unavailable. Just after midnight, he lifted his arm up from around her shoulder and walked his naked body over to the spot on the floor where he had dropped his clothes. He began to dress, and she knew this was her cue. “You gonna grab an Uber?!” “Nah, I’ll just walk.” “Good for you!” She had hoped that he would offer to buy her an Uber home and not praise her like an alcoholic stepdad, but her ideal expectations were long gone at this point. “Thanks, take care,” she replied, trying not to show the disgust and disappointment that was bleeding from within. “This is okay, I’m still getting what I want” she told herself over and over again on the third evening walk home. She knew from his FetLife bio that he was seeking “casual play partners” But part of her wondered if the possibility for more existed. Maybe after fucking her he’d want more. Maybe a post-sex conversation about The Police and Talking Heads would turn into something more meaningful. Maybe he’d tell her a story that turned into two, or seven, and she’d have no choice but to fall asleep on his chest and wake up on his cock. Maybe she’d have the courage to kiss him. But now, that possibility seemed like a pipe-dream. Despite this, she wasn’t ready to give up. After all, she was getting fucked by an experienced, dominant, older man. That itself was milk and honey. Who was she to ask for a cream? The fourth time she wanted to present herself differently. She wanted to be seen differently. If she was to be taken seriously as a potential romantic partner, she’d have to act like it. She put on the only push-up bra she owned with a tight-fitting turtleneck that showed her young feminine figure. A bonafide tomboy often mistaken for a butch lesbian, she applied eye makeup with the confidence of a drag queen and the skill of seventh grade girl trying to fit in. She wore her hair down for the first time in years and applied her 7-year-old perfume from her first communion to the back of her neck and cleavage. “Fake it till you make it” she repeated after crudely applying dried-out red liquid lipstick before turning off the bathroom light. She walked up the three-step staircase after getting buzzed in. The odor of the building was evident with the slightest crack of the entry door and was overwhelming. The smell of marijuana, mildew, and hurried, likely-paid-for sex penetrated the Section 8 building from the lobby all the way up to the 13th floor, where she frequented her unrequited lover. She stepped in the elevator and looked at her phone. “Still in shower, doors unlocked.” “Come in and get naked and start rubbing urself” She walked to the end of the hall and entered as she always had. With the sound of the shower water running in the background, she started to undress. She was irritated that the presentation she had worked so hard on would now go to waste. Ugh. The plan was foiled. Why couldn’t he have just been ready and undressed her once she arrived? He wasn’t going to get to see how hard she had worked just to look good for him, or how well her supple breasts cradled the lace-lined push-up bra. As she folded her button-fly jeans and turtleneck from off her young body, she noticed a rose-colored Post-It Note adorned with a message. “Thanks for letting me spend the night baby. Luv u <3 -Ami” Ami must have been his girlfriend. Ugh, why did she have to read that. It’s not like it changed anything, at least she didn’t think so. Her overly-analytical mind started to spin. “If I knew he had a girlfriend before, seeing her note and therefore confirming her existence and relation to him means nothing. I’m here, and he’s going to fuck ME. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m okay with that.” She spent these moments alone with herself consumed with both thirst and anguish. She began touching herself on his couch, hoping that if she could get turned on, she could get out of her head for the few minutes it would take her to cum. On top of the end table between the couch and bed laid a Trojan Ultra Thin condom, lube, and a rose quartz butt plug. Fuck. What did this sadistic son-of-a-bitch have in mind? The sound of the water stopped abruptly. “There’s my little fucktoy.” Here we go again. “Get on your knees.” She leisurely took her fingers out of herself and began to dismount. “GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES.” She dropped immediately and took him in. She looked up at him, hoping for approval and maybe, just maybe, some praise. “Goooood girrrrl.” Yes. She was pleasing him. Maybe he’d want to get used to this. “Look at that pretty eye makeup. I LIKE that.” “He noticed that I tried!” she thought. “It looks really good, but I also want to make you cry it off.” Before she could soak in the compliment, he grabbed a handful of her overly-processed bottle blonde hair and forced her onto him, as she tried to sneak a breath in the midst of gagging on his cock and her saliva. Fucking him was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could happen to her. She was jerked around, called miserable names, and asked to do things for which she had little interest. But it was the only time that she felt at peace within herself, and the anxiety that typically consumed her would vanish. Do you know how far this has gone? Just how damaged have I become? When I think I can overcome It runs even deeper She loved everything about the way he fucked. The way he felt inside of her. The way he slandered her ruthlessly, but carressed her face sweetly. The way her face stung after well-deserved discipline had been administered. The way his salty warm cum mixed with seas of her spit to fill her mouth and leak out of the corners onto her erect, pierced nipples. She didn’t feel anything except the pain and shame. It was welcomed compared to the typical anxiety and depression that typically plagued her. And in a dream I’m a different me With a perfect you We fit perfectly And for once in my life I feel complete “Ahhhhhhh. That was fun. Fuck. I didn’t you know you were such an anal slut.” “In more ways than one,” she quipped, partially hoping he’d laugh at the double entendre. “You gonna catch an Uber?” “No, I think I’ll just walk. “Good for you, Hannah. Have a good rest of your night.”
I cheated on my date with a girl I didn’t even know: Part 3 [M/F, str8, public, cheating]
Morning came with the chirping of birds, and the faint sparkle of sunshine breaking through the curtains. I found myself lying against her back, pressed up against her. My left arm was under me and pushed straight out. Her head was resting on it, and I could hear her soft breathing. She was still asleep. My right arm was wrapped around her stomach, with her arm wrapped over it and her hand clasping mine.
As the sunshine began to peek through the curtains, I lay there, listening to the rhythm of her breath. Her naked flesh was so warm and so soft against my body. I couldn’t bring myself to move for fear of waking her. Instead, I lay there, still as could be, my eyes admiring every curve of her form, every tiny hair glowing in the beams of sunlight. Wondering if this was the beginning of something wonderful or just a dream unlike any before.
How I came Out..lesbian [FF]
Since I was 12 years old, I knew I was not attracted to men. I was a lesbian through and through but society’s pressure meant I could never come out in the open.
Years went by, I dated a few men, just to seem normal, in the hopes, I’ll feel ‘normal’ but it never happened. Guys liked me, but I never felt anything for them.
Fast forward a few years and my family is pushing me to get married as I reach my 30s. I was just 22 lol
Anyway, I couldn’t do anything about it. I thought I should not fight it and maybe let them find a guy for me. They did, a handsome man, who was well-off and seemed like a catch, for a straight woman. Oh well, I married the man
However, from day one, things weren’t good. I remember the first time he kissed me and I felt gross and felt even worse when I felt his cock.
No matter what happens, I can never like the feeling.
Getting Back at My Roommate [F]
My college roommate is pretty awful. She’s a great person and is really nice, it’s just that she’s got this girlfriend who sleeps over as often as five days a week and she doesn’t have any respect for me. I do all the cleaning/taking out the trash and I’m too wimpy to just stand up for myself and ask her to help. Her girlfriend sleeping over so often wouldn’t be a big deal if her bed wasn’t about six feet away from mine. Last November, I woke up to the sound of very loud lesbian sex. It was not hot. It was not satisfying. It grossed me out completely. I was extremely upset and I couldn’t believe that the two of them were doing it while I was right there! I spent the rest of the night trying to sleep and completely humiliated. So the next day I finally stood up for myself and told my roommate that I didn’t want anything like that to happen ever again. She apologized and then avoided me for three days, but then everything was just fine.
How I transformed from a timid and shy wife to a confident, cuckolding, wife! [F]
So, I am constantly asked and DM’d by women who want to hear my beginning story. The how and the why part of my lifestyle. They always look for advice and I love giving it to them! So I figured, I would start at the beginning and share my life story from when I started to cuckold my husband! I will try to make it as sexy as possible but I want to get all the details right! One last thing. This story is addressed to all the ladies who are or have ever been in my shoes. Please, make yourselves happy.
I was just a normal cooperate house wife. I left home after graduating high school early at 16. I studied cooperate management and business administration in college and soon found myself working for a few start ups at just 19 years old. I lived and breathed that white collar lifestyle. I grew up in a very very religious house hold, which ended up pushing me away from organized religion. I was taught that anything to do with a woman’s happiness was inherently a sin. But when I was 14 and I was in a jacuzzi late at night alone and when I turned on the jets (like any economically conservative teen would do in a rich hotel) I felt some thing. I was told it was naughty to have those feelings, but why did it feel. So. Fucking. Good? From that moment on I knew it was time for me to hurry through high school and live my life free!
special morning sex [MF] after sexy phone call with fling’s bff [F]
background: I had dated Victoria in college. We got along great but she would never commit to a real relationship — reasonable, since she was a smoking hot and rich sorority girl, and knew she could get whoever she wanted. She’s about 5′ 3″ Filipino, former dancer, 105 lbs, the kind of frame that probably looked even hotter after her freshman 15 since it went to her hips and tits. Me: 5′ 8″ Israeli/European with a runner’s body and decently sized cock (7.5″) — only relevant of course since the sex is what got her attached in the first place.