Hannah’s Second Evolution Chapter 1

Hopefully you read the first story about Hannah’s Bachelor Party. If you missed, it that’s ok, this story is relatively independent. Like the bachelor party story, this is a true story, but I know this one to be true because I lived this personally.

In the 1990’s, I was in graduate school in Wisconsin; I came home one Winter break when I met Hannah at a friend’s party. She was in medical school at Northwestern in downtown Chicago. Hannah and I immediately hit it off. We had a fun flirty chemistry and we decided to go on our first date the following Saturday. The conversation was easy and we were both really attracted to each other.

Even though it was a long distance, we made every effort to get together as many weekends as possible, usually in Chicago since her schedule was more rigid than mine. We had so much sexual chemistry, that we were intimate from the very first date. During the week, we would talk almost every night, often sharing sexual fantasies and usually ending up in mutual masturbation over the phone. When we were together on the weekends, we tried to live out a couple of them.

First Time at a Glory Hole

I’m a man that you could call pretty sexually experienced. I’m 22 and decent looking. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had sex. That being said, the concept of a glory hole was always intriguing. It’s the definition of no strings attached. From what I’d heard, you just walk up to a wall, stick your cock in, get some good head, blow your load and leave. Turns out that’s exactly what it’s like.

Despite my curiosity about glory holes I had never actively sought to visit one. I had heard about websites with maps of glory holes in any area, so one dull night I decided I’d look it up for shits and giggles. I live in a pretty rural town so I wasn’t expecting much, but lo and behold, there was a single one on the map.

Dream a little dream of me [M/F] [mutual masturbation]

At the end of another long day, I writhed trying to fall asleep, legs pressed together to contain the slick wetness. I dared not touch myself, as it was already late and I had work in the morning. Instead I squeezed my thighs, trying desperately to gain any amount of sweet friction to relieve the throbbing. However, no matter how much I contorted and willed the friction, it wasn’t enough. I balled my fists into the sheets, commanding myself not to touch. On any normal night, I’d have grabbed my vibrator and gotten the job done. But I didn’t have time for that, I had yet again stayed up way past my bedtime and knew that the next day already was going to be a struggle. So I gripped hard on my sheets, thighs sticky and glistening now. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to calm my breathing. I wished you were there so god damn much. I wanted you desperately. I wanted your fingers sliding in and out of me as you bit on my nipples. I wanted your sharp slaps and sweet kisses. But I knew these thoughts wouldn’t help me sleep, and would only make it worse… I tossed and turned, eventually drifting off into a fitful sleep where I had the most erotic dream about you…

When was the last time you tasted a 21 year old? 😇

Ahhh I’m so horny, listen to me as I play with my pussy. Tell me about all the nasty things you want to do to me. Tell me what you want me to do. How can your slut please you? I’m so horny I would love to moan and touch ourselves together :) Please let me cum daddy or make me beg for it .Mutual masturbation is still on my mind and I need someone to tell how to touch myself and whisper dirty things in my ear while I cum around my fingers.

Being Used By Husband and His Friends

When I wrote to you all about my Upcoming Free-Use Weekend, (and if you didn’t read that, do so first, or you may be lost!) I had no idea sooo many of you would love it! It was my most read story to date in just two days of being live. So, thank you! I guess you all are very interested in my real sex life! And I’m glad I can share it with you.

Ok, Avery, get on with it, we want the juicy details already!

Fine, fine. Whew! It was A LOT. So here goes! After chatting with a few of you online, I elected to wear a TB12 jersey and red lace panties. The jersey isn’t bulky, it’s fit for a girl, so paired with only panties, it was quite sexy. I thought so anyway. It wasn’t on for long. My instructions were clear: I was to answer the door wearing this. Once all the participants arrived, they were to lead me to the bedroom and tie me up. From there on, I was their slave. They could come and go as they please. They could untie me. I was owned by them. But who is them?

Anna and her sisters Pt 1 [MF] [Oral] [PIV] [Anal]

I was nose deep in a Stephen King novel, when my wife of 10 years came home from a night out with her sisters. I could tell right away after she walked in the door and I stood to greet her, as she kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with her tongue, that she had a good time and probably more than a few drinks. I don’t usually question these sorts of things with her, but knowing she was going out that night to lend an ear and a shoulder to cry on, for her younger sister, I was surprised the mood she was in.

Make me forget my name. [M/F][Oral][Rough]

She looked up at him with her brown, doe eyes. A grin drew across her face. Her fingers came to the center of his chest and she eyed him up and down. Descending to her knees, her hand dragged along to the button and zipper on his jeans. Rubbing his member through his pants, she continued looking up at him. “You like that?” she asked, seductively. He let out a shaky breath. She brought his jeans to his ankles, leaving only his boxers to cover him at half-mast. Her eyes widened, and she brought his boxers down too. Her left hand rested on his right thigh, and her right hand moved into her sweatpants. She kissed him at the base, and kept smooching up to his head while rubbing her fingers against her panties. Saliva filled her mouth, and arousal fluid filled her vagina. “Here’s what I want you to do: I want you to grab my head, and ravage my face. I want to feel you in the back of my throat. I want you to fuck me silly until I can’t remember my own name.” He giggled and said to her “you know I love it when you talk sexy,” he rested his hands on the upper back of her head, “but I think you can do a lot more with no words at all.” With one swift movement, he thrusted himself inside of her. His cock filled her mouth, and her smile grew even bigger. Her hand slithered through her panties and she started fingering her pussy. Pushing and pulling, his long cock slid in and out of her throat. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, moaning as his speed increased as well. Her heartbeat rapidly grew, as adrenaline filled her veins. They looked each other in the eye, his grip tightened, her eyes widened, he turned her and shoved her into the wall (don’t worry, it didn’t hurt). Her face burned as she got closer to orgasm. Hitting a sweet spot, he began to moan uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She arched her back, pushing her pussy towards him as she came. His whole body pressed up against her, fully embracing her as he came. Cum poured into her throat, and he was breathing heavily. Pulling out of her, his swollen cock was damp with semen and saliva. She gulped, and took in a deep breath herself. He sat next to her. He asked “Got a name?” She chuckled and said “Not sure, thanks to you.”

The Journey of My Hypersexuality – a reflection

Prologue:
Disclaimer: This journey is long, complicated and sexually charged. Skip to the reflection if you wish to bypass the backstory. It’s pretty intense in my opinion, but that may just be the spotlight effect. Enjoy.

Hello friends,

I am new to this community, and up until now I have been a bystander, a reader… a learner. This community has already helped me reflect on so much and I feel like I must share my progress in order to continue. Recent changes to my lifestyle and mental health have led me to an awakening, a sexual revolution battling within. The following story is bit long but it will fill you in on my journey up until this point. I will share my realizations and I hope that your observations and wisdom can guide me further. Here we go.

The First Awakening

Adventures At Sea. [MF]

Just to set the stage I find this story more funny than sexually charged however I suppose telling it in as much detail as possible will be important for all of us out there. Today I’m a college student, and have been experiencing lots sexually, so I wanted to try out recounting some sexual stories. This will be the story of how I lost my virginity. This is a long one, it has some humor, but if you want to skip beyond the context, go to the ********

Over a summer, My family took me on a cruise ship departing from Florida. Long story short all these cruise lines have a “teen club”  Where teenagers can all meet one another and do activities aboard the ship, usually curated by some staff. This also is where those teens meet one another and make friends, or for the purpose of this story deduce if anyone aboard the ship is attractive or not. This is where I met Katie.

A friend confessed I was ‘Wank Fuel’. So – just once – I made him cum for real (29f) [FM]

Masturbation. We all do it. And why shouldn’t we – it’s wonderful. Not *quite* as magnificent as sex (or, at the very least, it shouldn’t be. There are times when it’s a better choice, but that’s a whole other discussion for another post), but it’s as entertaining and satisfying a way of filling your time as any other. Frankly nature took something of a risk when granting us the ability to generate our own orgasms. I sometimes wonder how we ever summon the willpower to leave the house.

But aside the obvious advantages of self-stimulation, one of the most wonderful things about self-loving is that it can be deeply personal. You can sit back and be entertained and aroused by whatever imagery, pornography or other means of external stimuli you care to mention, and they all absolutely have their place. But, for me, the very best times are when you simply allow your imagination to conjure up whatever filthy thoughts your conscious – or indeed subconscious – mind can fathom, and go with the flow.