[MF] Finally meeting my dream girl from Vegas

Long distance relationship where I finally met up with the girl. She was a teacher which I find extremely hott, fantasy achieved. We had been talking for months and she had vacation time and flew over to see me. I had a great day planned for us. I picked her up from the airport, and went back to my place. Took a nap because it was early af and she had a long flight and I had a long drive. Got up, went for a hike, had a picnik on the beach, hiked back, took a shower and changed at the house.

We planned on not doing anything sexual until later that night but obviously the sexual tension was high and we just took a shower together so she ends up giving me head. It had been at least a week of build up because she told me she wanted me to “save it up for her”. I havent gone a week without sex or masturbation since before I started mastrubating so this was quite the hardship haha. Anyway I came, and I came so hard that my knees trembled and I got light headed. Her eyes got wide and she had this devilish grin on her face. She takes me out of her mouth with a suction slurp and says “That’s the most impressive cumshot I’ve ever had. That was amazing.” I’ve never actually had a woman make me cum from a blow job before without having to palm her head like a basketball and basically do it myself so that was magic.

Kinktober Day 7 – Exhausted [FSolo][Mast]

Exhausted, nothing else could describe Lauren’s state better. The day had been harder and longer than any man she had ever had – and she felt screwed harder than any of them had ever made her feel. Overtime, never-ending meetings and phone calls from downright idiotic colleagues who couldn’t have intelligence slapped into them – and god knew they deserved some slapping.

The workout had done its part to add to her exhaustion, draining her muscles of all their energy but failing to refresh her spirits as it usually did. Her arms were burning, her face was pressed down on the gym mat and her unwillingness to get up was only surpassed by her inability to do so. Despite the burning pain in every muscle Lauren had long learned to appreciate push-ups, they were real, honest work instead of the mindless, stupid shit she did all day. And it gave her a sense of accomplishment, something the – admittedly decently paid – office work had never managed in close to a decade.

Kinktober Day 7 – Exhausted [FSolo][Mast]

Exhausted, nothing else could describe Lauren’s state better. The day had been harder and longer than any man she had ever had – and she felt screwed harder than any of them had ever made her feel. Overtime, never-ending meetings and phone calls from downright idiotic colleagues who couldn’t have intelligence slapped into them – and god knew they deserved some slapping.

The workout had done its part to add to her exhaustion, draining her muscles of all their energy but failing to refresh her spirits as it usually did. Her arms were burning, her face was pressed down on the gym mat and her unwillingness to get up was only surpassed by her inability to do so. Despite the burning pain in every muscle Lauren had long learned to appreciate push-ups, they were real, honest work instead of the mindless, stupid shit she did all day. And it gave her a sense of accomplishment, something the – admittedly decently paid – office work had never managed in close to a decade.

Bo and Me, Chapter 1 – It (f, mast, nosex)

**Chapter 1 — It**

I love the library. We go almost every Saturday — Mom, my little sister Bo and me. Even Dad tags along sometimes, but today he’s gone fishing with friends, so it’s just us girls.

The library’s almost on the other side of town, but since it’s a small town, it’s just a twenty-minute walk, most of it through the park. We cross the river twice, stopping on the bridges to look out for some fish of our own so we can tell Dad later. Mom’s really good at spotting them “sitting” in the stream. Sometimes it takes Bo and me half a minute to see them even after she’s pointed them out.

They built the library on the top two floors of an old monastery. I mean really old — it was built in the year 803. Last year, there was a festival celebrating its 1,200th anniversary. They had a booksale and a big cook-off, and at night they played movies on a large screen in the garden.

[F] Public masturbation in a sauna

I have a friend who is practically obsessed with going to spas. She’s always trying to get me to go with her, but I’m not really much of a spa person, so I usually tell her I’m busy or I can’t afford it when she asks me. But about a year ago, she asked me, and I couldn’t come up with an excuse to get out of it, so I agreed. We picked a Saturday a couple weeks away and we both made our appointments. She told me to ask for a facial, body massage, and sauna for 2:00 that day. I called up the spa and made the appointment.

The day finally comes and believe it or not SHE BAILS ON ME. She said she was really sick and wasn’t even able to get out of bed. I really thought about cancelling with the spa day for myself, but I had already given a non-refundable deposit, so I decided I would just go alone and try to enjoy myself.

Kinktober day 2 – Tranquil [FSolo][Mast][2cozy4you]

Night was falling and rain drops were knocking against the windows, the slight chill in the air battling with the crackling fire mere feet away from the couch. The faint sound of rain hitting the corrugated roof of the shed outside crept through an open window somewhere, teasing Betty’s senses and overloading her depleted coziness reserves.

It was the first rain storm of the year, the first real one anyway. The slight summer dribbles that failed to soak through clothes or make her shiver, the ones everyone fled from as if they were hellfire raining down, they had been boring and not even frequent. No, the storm raging outside, the one worth its name was the ultimate sign that summer with its immobilizing heat was finally over. The time for beaches, volleyball and cocktails finally stepped aside in favour of books, pullovers, hot chocolate and long evenings on the couch. Friends would come over, stay deep into the night and watch movies, talk and fall asleep on the couch instead of barely making it home after yet another night of drinking and dancing.

Kinktober day 2 – Tranquil [FSolo][Mast][2cozy4you]

Night was falling and rain drops were knocking against the windows, the slight chill in the air battling with the crackling fire mere feet away from the couch. The faint sound of rain hitting the corrugated roof of the shed outside crept through an open window somewhere, teasing Betty’s senses and overloading her depleted coziness reserves.

It was the first rain storm of the year, the first real one anyway. The slight summer dribbles that failed to soak through clothes or make her shiver, the ones everyone fled from as if they were hellfire raining down, they had been boring and not even frequent. No, the storm raging outside, the one worth its name was the ultimate sign that summer with its immobilizing heat was finally over. The time for beaches, volleyball and cocktails finally stepped aside in favour of books, pullovers, hot chocolate and long evenings on the couch. Friends would come over, stay deep into the night and watch movies, talk and fall asleep on the couch instead of barely making it home after yet another night of drinking and dancing.

My first nipple orgasm [M][male masturbation]

Today, I had just gotten out of class and went to my school’s dining hall for some brunch. I was worked up as hell, irritable and tense because I hadn’t jerked off for nearly two weeks.

After my friend left, I decided to go into the bathroom to wash my hands. I remembered reading this morning about how men can have nipple orgasms, so my horniness took over and I pulled up an article detailing it and went into a stall.

I sat down, lifted up my shirt, and started gently massaging my nipples with one hand under my shirt. I felt really good, but it wasn’t quite enough to get me fully hard. But then I continued reading the article, and they said to very gently “flick” the tips of the nipples, and OH DEAR GOD, IT WAS AMAZING! I started to feel a deep, powerful sensation build up in my lower belly area. I immediately put my phone away and put both hands to task on my nipples, alternating between flicking, stroking, and gently massaging them. I slowly began to get hard without touching my cock at all, and I came really close to the edge twice, but after a third try and tensing up my legs – BOOM! It was incredible!

Swapping at a Halloween Party – An Intro to Truth or Dare Ball [Group]

*Names and minor details have been changed for anonymity.*

My wife and I have been together for 6 years. We’ve been open since the beginning. I had recently gotten out of a sexually unsatisfying 5 year relationship and knew I couldn’t do that for the rest of my life. I’d been reading up on swinging and polyamory, and not only did it sound rational, it got me rock hard every time I thought about it. That’s what I wanted. Luckily my now-wife agreed even though she’d always been monogamous before. Michelle is 28 years old, 5’4”, fit and hourglass curvy. Pale with long red hair down her back. She’s an avid pole-dancer so she’s strong, lithe, and confident. I’m Brian, nice to meet you. I’m 6′ even, broad-shouldered and barrel-chested. I’m a martial artist, so I can turn heads when I’m training hard. Right now I’m stuck in the office a lot, so I’ve got a bit of dad-bod going on, but I’m working on it I promise. Anyway.

Night of the Living Pussy

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Finals week was fast approaching and Stephanie was locked in her bedroom, exam cramming like every other student. Soon her high school days would be over and she would be off to medical school. She was very beautiful and considered the heart throb of every guy in school, but her reputation for being a prude turned off many would be suitors. She lived with her mother; an extreme conservative who brainwashed her since childhood into believing that all sexual things were evil. She was not permitted to be alone with boys and if she ever was caught alone touching herself, her mother would burn her hands with a hot iron.

Stephanie had wavy black hair that went to her shoulders, D-cup breasts that made the buttons on her shirt beg for mercy, and a well toned stomach due to her track and field training. At night she couldn’t help but fantasize about those guys that gawked at her on a daily basis, but the scars on her hands held her back from releasing the ever growing sexual tension within her.