Tag: Masturbation

Crash for the night Part I [MM]

A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.

The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors. Read more »

DREAM THREESOME [Mff] [oral] [rimjob] [squirt] [piss] [facefuck] [creampie] [mast] [creampie eating]

The best thing about being in your mid-30s and not wanting to get married or have children is the freedom to date around. Of course since I’m 34, and most women ages from 28-38 are on the marriage and babies bandwagon, I tend to date either slightly older or slightly younger women.

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Everything was going just fine. There’s no need to be deceptive on dating profiles anymore. I guess guys used to feel they had to say all the right things to get laid and then after magical date #3, they’d disappear. Nowadays, women are just as up front about their wants and needs. So, when I see a cute girl who says she wants something serious, I swipe left. There are plenty of other options.

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Over the course of nine months, I fucked, on average, three different women a month. Some were more daring than others, some were pretty PG, but for the most part, nothing too wild happened until Sarah showed up.

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The voyeur and the daughter pt. 1 [FF] [Masturbation] [Undressing] [Age gaps]

I had to work away from home a while ago and I couldn’t find a hotel with space. I called an old friend – Mary and her husband – who I hadn’t seen for a long time. They said I could have their spare room.

Their house was a large detached place a short drive from where the job was, and they welcomed me as if it hadn’t been a decade since I had last visited. They were wealthy, comfortable – she in cashmere and silk, he in Levi’s and a white shirt.

We ate in a tastefully lit kitchen, all deep reds and creams. We were just having another glass of wine when I heard the door open and close.

It was Suzi, their daughter.

I blushed, I must have. Only the half-dark saved me. I was married. I had never been with a woman before. But my god. My God. She was beautiful. She was slender and wore tight black jeans and white sneakers. She wore a check shirt that she shrugged off to reveal a ripped t-shirt over mere scraps of a tiny lace bra. Her face was heart shaped and her Sharpie-black short hair was held in a tight bun by a chopstick. Read more »

Crash for the Night (Part I) [MM]

A little background: I am a bisexual 30 year old man living in NYC. I keep my sexuality to myself so no one in my friends or family knows that I like guys too.

The story starts online…on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially, I really didn’t want to say yes, because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn’t spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly. I also remembered the giant tattoo on his right bicep of the initials of his college football team buddies. However, his Facebook pix showed that he had changed. His muscle bulk had turned to fat and being short in stature didn’t him any favors. Read more »

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] – Part 2

We were working on our stories for a class together. Mine was a time traveling dystopian romance, an unsuprising choice for a college freshman. I was snuggled in a blanket on the couch, lethargically typing a line, deleting it, and typing it again, trying desperately to brute force my way past the writer’s block I’d had for the last hour. Ben was huddled at his desk, fingers click-clacking away with vigor, like the pages of his story were already etched in his brain, and his only task was to put them to print.

I snuck a glance over at him, shoulders hunched over his laptop, his black cashmere coat and turquoise silk scarf hanging on the edge of his chair. His lanky build fit snugly into his gray wool sweater, and every so often his long, curly bangs would creep its way into his eyes, and he would impatiently sweep it to the side with his hand. As if the only thing that mattered were the words in his head, and everything else was just a nuisance to be brushed aside. Read more »

Make Me!- Anticipation is the strongest aphrodisiac. [female][masturbation][exhibitionism]

“I’m such a whore!”

 

Those whispered words floated effortlessly from her lips, without thought. Her fingers trembled, as she slipped a key and memory card between some freshly written on sheets of paper. Fighting to avoid given it a second thought, she licked the envelope, pulled the flap open and with a final push deposited it into her mailbox.

 

For a feeble moment, uncertainty crept in and she began to have thoughts of reversing her actions and rescuing the envelope. As her heart hammered like mad, as if attempting to escape her chest, while her stiletto-clad feet floated an inch above the ground, she managed to steel her resolve and pushed the mailbox’s flap closed and raised its red flag.

 

With a steadfast mind, she became aware that other hand had been improperly clutched between her legs the whole time. Though it was late in the evening and street appeared deserted, the thought that she could have been caught, standing under a dim street light, publicly disgracing herself filled her with a mixture of emotions; dreed, panic, embarrassment, but mostly a shivers of excitement and lustful horniness. Anyone of her neighbors only had to glance outside their window to catch a glimce of her depravity. Too afraid to take a look around to see if anybody had noticed her moment of weakness, she simply lowered her gaze, as if that would be enough to obscure her identity from prying neighbors’ eyes. Read more »

My year as an escort, and the time my best friend was a customer [FM] [Cheating]

*The events here happened six years ago. My memory isn’t perfect, but many of these experiences are burned into my brain. I look back on it with some yearning, and some embarassment. It was an interesting time in my life, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy some of it. I may be filling in the details here and there, and names are omitted.*

My parents spoiled me relentlessly growing up. By the time I was a college student three years into my Literature degree, I had never worked for a single penny in my life. I was entirely dependent on my parents’ financial support, so it was devastating when during one winter break, they found pictures of me posing naked, handcuffed to a bedframe that I had taken for my FWB on my phone. Their image of their good little girl was shattered. Read more »

Behind the Blinds

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I had come home to find my girlfriend of 2 years packing her suitcases. She looked up at me and said.

“Sorry. I left you a letter. It is better this way No Fuss No muss.”

She had some auditions lined up in LA. She would send me an email with her address once she got her own place. In some ways I was glad, we had drifted apart. I worked too much; she went to auditions. I had done all I could to make it work and failed. So that was that then.

A week went by, it was a Friday night, again. Work had sucked all week. I came home with a bottle of cheap vodka and some cranberry juice and started drinking. Sometime in the evening, I had started to throw out things from the closet. When I got to my ex girlfriends side, I discovered a stash of her underwear, shoes, some dresses folded up in bags. In the chest of drawers, there was more of her stuff. I threw most of it on the bed in the spare room. I went into the en-suite and found a bunch of cosmetics and hair products. They too went on the spare bed. Standing looking at the mess, I slugged back another vodka and went out around the block to the local Vietnamese restaurant. Read more »

BORED WITH THE ROUTINE, PT 1 [mF] [cheat] [mast] [oral] [swallow]

Annabelle and Todd had been married for six years. She. Was. Bored. Everything about Todd was practical. Every summer, they went to the beach. They stayed in the same hotel, in the same room, sat on the same lounge chairs, played the same games with their kids. Even their sex life was routine. He’d finger her, which she hated, and then crawl on top, pump himself into her snatch a few times, cum, sigh, get her a glass of wine and fall asleep.

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As do most frustrated partners, Annabelle began to think about branching out and getting her needs met via other avenues. Like most people who think about going down this rabbit hole, she began her search online. She wanted porn, but not Hollywood-esque stuff. She wanted the real stuff. Amateur stuff. The boring sex was, well, boring. Things got dark very quick, but somehow, Annabelle remained horny. She masturbated back to back almost six times, finding more warped and disgusting porn until even she was disgusted with herself.

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A few nights later, she told Todd she wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, but he didn’t understand why. Read more »

What happened in Japan did not stay in Japan [FM]

This story happened a few years ago in Japan. I still think about her a lot.

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My name is James and I’m the dude in this story – 5’8”, dark hair, I go the gym everyday so I’m fairly fit, and I’ve a fairly average 6” cock. I have fairly average looks, but going to the gym frequently does help me with the ladies who tend to get a little touchy.

The girl is Lily. She’s 5’, 90lbs soaking wet. She has nice and perky B-cup tits. She’s cute, attractive, and somehow playful and submissive at the same time. Your typical girl next door type.

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I was the team leader of a small overseas project of eight people, and we were in Japan for a month trying to improve the lives of the locals. While we were there, all of us got pretty close, but Lily and I got extremely close. In the evening, we would spend time cuddling and playing games in the presence of the entire team. Now this would generally not be a problem, but we were both in 5-year relationships of our own. As a result, some of the team gave us weird stares but we deflected all the questions away and just genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. Oftentimes, we even stayed up past midnight just cuddling and chatting in the common area. Read more »