Tag: Masturbation

[F/F] Me and my roommate almost have sex, long story

This is my second post within 24 hours after you guys enjoyed my first story I felt encouraged to share this one too.

As mentioned in my previous story, I’m 5’4 brunette, tanned olive skin (I’m from Colombia), brown eyes, 32 C, size 0 pants. I work out five days a week to keep in shape.

I have lived in a house for with two girls for the past two years of college. One is Jennifer and she’s awesome, and my other roommate Christina is still awesome but she is very conservative and very religious so she often disapproves of the things me and Jennifer do like drinking and having sex, etc.

Jennifer is really attractive she’s a redhead and has soft pale skin she is probably around 5’6 and is curvier than me, she’s a 36DD and she has a nice and round ass. She also works out a lot.

One Saturday like a month after we moved in together and we didn’t know each other very well, we took her dog on a run and sat down to talk at the park. Read more »

[M]y [f]riend reveals how much she loves giving head.

Manicured hands have always caught my attention. I don’t mean gaudy, acrylic monstrosities that look like claws. A simply well-shaped and groomed set of fingernails is damn nigh perfection to me. One of my friends has such exquisite fingernails that I can’t help from getting massively aroused when I catch a glimpse of her hands. I don’t know if she always knew this, but she sure seemed to always go out of her way to show me her nails.

I swear that one day when out for lunch with friends, she was intentionally flaunting her nails and outright teasing me with no other intent than garnering this reaction from me. Well, she succeeded admirably. She is normally flirty and coy with most everyone, though she was going slightly above and beyond on this occasion. She was not only letting her playful grazes linger their touch just a split-second longer than usual, she would subtly brush my skin with those lovely nails every time she finally released her touch. She had me so fired up that I nearly lost my mind. I think she was even getting naughty pleasure out of the effect it had over me. After our meal, we all bid each other adieu. When I made it home, I realised that I was now yearning for that wicked euphoria I had earlier tried to avoid. I wanted nothing other than that same pleasure to overwhelm me again. Read more »

It’s always the crazy ones. [M/F]

They say you should never stick your dick in crazy. And, really, it’s true. It’s just an insanely bad idea. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes and all that.

What they neglect to tell you is how fucking awesome sticking your dick in crazy feels.

A few years ago, I started dating Crazy. She contacted me through OkCupid and I could tell from a mile away that she came from a rough childhood. It’s pretty easy to spot trauma survivors if you know what to look for. Thing is, I actually liked her. She liked me. We fucked on the first date, but that’s not where this story takes place. In fact, this story takes place after we broke up.

One thing you should know is that Crazy was spectacular in bed. Like… holy shit. I still have a (VERY poor quality video) that, even years later I enjoy watching her fuck herself. Not only is the video itself enjoyable, but it reminds me of how amazing it was to fuck her. Read more »

A lot of the ladies love my big truck!

Driving my large truck down the highway,anywhere,Canada or USA. I discovered very early on,that a lot of fun can be had.
Having a big shiny Pete with a big bedroom and lots of lights,is like a magnet.
It draws attention and holding a sign against the side window saying.”Show me your tits” or an alternate one,”I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” .
Worked wonders,Of course I also had a sign saying pull off at the next exit, for those that weren’t at all shy about playing along.
Time and time again this would turn into some mutual fun,some times just a cock sucking on her part.other times some mutual teasing and masturbation, but more times than not,we would end up in the bunk for some hot and heavy sex.
Time and time again just the idea of her getting into that big truck and checking it out was enough to put her over the edge and having a lady friend (Yolanda) riding along with me who was very bisexual made everything that much more exciting and interesting.
She called herself Canadian flasher on the CB radio and very much lived up to her name.
She seldom wore any clothes in the truck and was always game to tease and torment other truckers as we drove down the highway.
About the only time she fucked a other truck driver was when I picked up a lady who wasn’t interested in having her play with us.
Knowing a lot of the drivers,if she saw one she knew from previous times,she would contact him on the CB and ask him if he wanted to play for a while?

Cabin in the Woods Ch. 02 [mfff]

Zack awoke to a warm, wet mouth clamped around his cock the next morning. He groaned, feeling the tongue of the mystery girl swirl around his cockhead.

“Chloe?” Zack guessed, his forehead throbbing with a hangover from the sex filled night before.

“Nope, Samantha.” He opened his eyes to see the head of a bespectacled brunette spinning around him.

“Oh.” Zack closed his eyes and recollapsed on the bed, the events of the past twelve hours swirling around in his head. He’d driven to the cabin with his best friend Ashley, his cock-hardening crush Chloe, and Samantha, the nerdy brunette currently bobbing her head on his dick. He’d seen Chloe naked, fingering herself to the thought of him. Heck, he had seen all three of them in the nude, and stuck his cock in them one hole or another at the card game turned orgy the previous night. The last thing he remembered was crawling into bed with Ashley in his arms, her soft auburn hair splayed around his cheeks as she whispered into his ear. Read more »

[MMF][reluc][voy][exhibitionism] Filled Up at the Gas Station…

So…I just happened to wake up from one of those really smutty sex dreams. I liked it so much that I decided to write it down. I know sexy stories that aren’t very descriptive-language/intro/foreplay-heavy often are considered “worse”, but…

I guess I liked it that way, or it wouldn’t still be on my mind :)

PS: This isn’t gonna be everyone’s taste. I myself don’t USUALLY like reading this type of stuff. But.. I was in a strange mood, I guess.

So here it goes.

It was just me and my U-haul truck – starting a new chapter of my life, I had taken the risk of moving across the country as a young, single female in her 20’s, completely alone. 4 hours ago, I had just woken up from my latest nap, refreshed for another day of dull, monotonous driving. I had spent the previous night taking short naps and driving in pitch-darkness, with only the headlights to guide my way down the never-ending black tar strip and through little one-mile towns.

But today, the truck was running on empty.

I spotted some tiny, glittering silver traffic signs of yet another small town. Read more »

Worst Roommate Part 3 [MF]

Recap from Part 2: Three guys live together as roommates in the area around a big US city. One, the main character Mike, ends up having a no-touching masturbation session with Elise, his friend/roommate’s (Sean) girlfriend. Not ending there, the next night Elise snuck into Mike’s room after Sean passed out drunk and gave him a blow job after which he went down on her – mutual satisfaction. The last words were her asking if they had time to fuck.

We both decided there wasn’t enough time to fuck. Sorry readers. Mainly because we’d taken up a bit of time swapping fluids, buckling knees, and curling toes. After Elise pulled her shirt back on, she perched up on her toes and kissed me while her hands fondled my hardened cock a bit – feeling her quake in orgasm had got me going.

“Goodnight. Thank you Mike… until next time.” With a wink, she was out the door and silently closing it behind her (for some reason the door decided to not squeak this time). Read more »

Bringing out her inner slut [M/F]

Our time together was short. My memories of her are soft and thrilling and play out in fragments like scenes of a movie.

She messaged me on a whim. There wasn’t much information on my profile, and that seemed to intrigue her. She told me she never does that kind of thing.

She was a student, but didn’t seem to like her program much. We chatted for a few days by text and became good friends. She told me about a fight with her friend and asked my advice. I told her about my past, even the painful, embarrassing parts. It all happened so quickly. I felt close to her.

Then our chats turned sexual, and we became *really* good friends.

I learned a lot about her. I learned that she was intensely sexual, but very reserved about it. She liked to feel dirty and owned. I obliged her in our increasingly frequent sexts. I told her what a dirty slut she was. I told her I was going to destroy her pussy and make her mine. I asked if she always spread her legs for guys she just met. She loved every minute of it. I had a lot of fun turning her on with my words. I liked knowing that I affected her. Read more »

[M]et up with a guy for [M]y first bi experience

I consider myself straight and have only ever been interested in relationships with women, but I can’t deny getting turned on thinking about trying something out with another guy. Can’t deny that occasionally when I watch porn my eyes drift away from the beautiful female body and over to the guy’s hard cock, and I imagine gripping it in my hand and maybe, despite how unflinchingly straight I thought I was, slowly putting my mouth on it.

I peruse craigslist late at night, looking at the mostly faceless pictures of male bodies and hard dicks, fantasizing about meeting up with one of them and finding out what it’s like. Eventually I jerk off to a mixture of straight and gay porn and forget the whole thing. I decide it’s not a fantasy I’ll ever act upon. This happens frequently, at least three nights a week. But one night I’m feeling particularly restless and I can’t allow myself to repress the urge with masturbation any longer. I quickly make a new email address to preserve anonymity, and I reply to a few of the posts. I go for the ones with the sanest, most reasonable descriptions, and the ones closest by. Read more »