First Intercourse with (M)y Girl(f)riend

This is my recollection of the first time my girlfriend and I had sex. I’m sure my words won’t do it complete justice, but it will hopefully trigger some happy memories for the two of us. Like the previous stories, details have been changed a bit to protect ourselves. So, without further ado, here’s my side of the story.

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I was really grateful that we had both gone to the same college, I reflected, as we strolled through the crisp night air back to our hotel room from our night out in our college town downtown. We had been out to drinks with our friends in our annual trek back to re-live our college glory days. It’s always good energy with the group, but I was grateful my girlfriend was on the same wavelength as me as we decided to call it a night, after all, we’d hang with our friends the rest of the weekend. She closed her tab, said our goodbyes, and left the crowds and thumping music of the college scene behind us as we headed back. It was not overly cold out, so we had decided to walk the mile and a half rather than take an uber. It always feels good to stretch your legs after a few drinks, in my opinion. On our way back, we chatted about finally catching up with our friends and the usual small talk, and she revealed she had a surprise for me when we got back to the hotel. I was pretty much instantly hard thinking about what it could be, and revealed that I, too, had a surprise for her.

Lodi: The Pleasure Lord [MFF] [Group] [Fantasy]

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Lodi, The Pleasure Lord

“Countess, I’m ready for my Offerings.” said Lodi, a hired Arch-Mage to protect The Island Kingdoms from a nearby volcano. His magic calmed the lava, preventing it from erupting across the land. His price was high and he was never paid in just gold.

“Understood, I will bring them in my Lord.” obeyed Anuri, the high countess.

A simple scene [mf] [oral] [mast]

He kicked the door closed behind him and kissed her until the air tasted foreign without her in it.

His tongue tingled and her vision flashed. His knee jerked and his dick twitched. A twitch gave way to a throb, the jerk of his to the buckling of hers. Eyeline meats waistline, The twist of a forefinger solving a buttons grasp. A second button. A third. The button on his briefs seeming latch among locks, sewn like the eye of a cock. The latch opened and the eye widened.

The buckling was contagious, as the bed cradled him and braced her. She kissed up his shaft until any saltiness was as foreign as the taste of his tongue minutes earlier, but they had both waded through the evening long enough. His vision was limited to the morphing shapes of windows, devoid of perspective within the close-up LED imagery of clenched eyes.

That’s Not Bubble-Gum, But It Does Have A Cream Filling [Str8] [MFM] [cuck] [Fdom] [huml]

I met Jim and Kelley at a restaurant bar the night I got stood up by one of my lovers. I was halfway through my first drink when she texted to say she had a family emergency. I was disappointed, but I didn’t drain my drink right away because a sexy woman sat down next to me and smiled.

“Hi,” I said. “Can I get you something?”

“A martini and an Old Fashioned,” she replied. “My husband is parking the car.” I instantly thought I’d been had. Still, a drink meant I could at least talk and maybe flirt, and I like meeting new people.

She was dressed to the nines. She wore black heels and a black dress, with silver jewelry that matched her short, silver hair. The drinks arrived just as her husband did, who took the seat on the other side of her. I introduced myself to both of them, Jim reaching across his wife to shake my hand. “I’m Kelley,” she purred, and I’m serious when I say there was a spark when we shook hands. She held my hand long enough that I got a little nervous, but her look was pure attraction.

[F] [STR] [NSFW] After his shower

Alicia and her younger brother Jules live in a small town just outside Barcelona. They both work but they don’t have much money, so they have rented a small flat. It has only one bed, and after a few weeks of Jules sleeping on the sofa they have decided to share the bed and now they sleep together. They love each other very much, but the tensions of sharing a tiny flat mean that they occasionally quarrel and some of the quarrels have been quite bad. Added to that is the problem of sex; both of them masturbate, and when they each had their own room they could do this whenever they liked. Now it is more difficult and to make it worse they have discovered a sexual attraction to each other, each keeping it a secret from the other so far.

The “Couples Talk” [NSFW] [F/M] [Mast] [Oral]

Martin and I had the “couples talk”.

You know the one – the talk where you confide to your significant other about what you can both do to spice things up in the bedroom. It was a gentle talk, mixed with a glass of wine (or two) and a bit of handholding. Martin and I were in our late 20s, he was a doctor, me (I’m Cathy – but he calls me “Cat”) I’m a successful financial advisor with my own business. We’ve been married for four years now and kids were not on really on the horizon. Marty was furthering his training to become a radiologist so between us our future seemed financially solid. However, some things can’t be fixed by money.

Our sex talk was constructive and the upside was that we were both pretty happy with each other and with that of our sex life, generally. I confided to Martin that I loved sex with him but would like to have it a lot more than we do now. For his part, he said that our lovemaking lacked a degree of spontaneity. He suggested that we mix things up and try the occasional crazy thing. I asked him what he had in mind, but he just kept on saying we should try some “wild stuff”. This lack of specificity with Martin sometimes frustrated me, but I got his general proposition. For a doctor he could do with improving his communication skills, I thought. As to my complaint about wanting more sex, he led me into the bedroom and proceeded to rock my world.

How a Weird Girl Cured My Depression [NSFW] [Mast] [M/F] [Fdom

Call me Steve.

I’m an average-looking, although lean, 26 years year old male. A few months ago I moved to Sydney after completing my engineering degree and – let’s face facts – after my girlfriend, Jai, dumped me for another guy. Apparently, I was always studying and not being attentive to her needs. Her “needs” often centred on her interests, her friends and, well, things like shopping. I’m not bitter about her choosing somebody else, in truth, I did make my studies as a priority, but also I did love that girl, and I was depressed as hell for losing her. Moving to Sydney and into a tiny little inner-city flat while I looked for work didn’t help. I did low paying intern work during the day, and at night watched TV and moped.

It was a Tuesday night about 6.00 pm when there came a lazy rapping on my door. I sighed as I was about to do something and didn’t wish to be interrupted. But, as I never got visitors I was curious as to who might be knocking at this hour. Please don’t let it be religious nuts.

They First Met on the Internet Pt.2 [MF]

She knocked at his door a little hesitantly. The hallway was narrow, dirty and it did not smell that good. Hopefully she had not misjudged James. Karen knocked again and pressed her ear against the door to see if she could ascertain any movement. She heard the patter of feet, shuffling of furniture. She knocked a third time a little louder, she was beginning to feel a little exposed out here, she had her hair in a bun, did not wear any makeup. Her feet were clad with a pair of Timberland boots and she wore a beige, Burberry overcoat that descended to about her knees, it was cinched with only the belt.

No Questions Asked!? [FM (F?)] [female taking charge]

“Would you come eat me out?”

“Okay, but you know you really don’t need to ask at this point. You can just tell me, you know I’ll come on over, I always do!”

He slinked over to her and gave her all the time she needed. It was fantastic, and it always was. “Oh God, Baby, wow. That was great, but does it really bother you that I ask?”

He sat quietly for a bit, “..yeah, I guess so. I just get worried that if you’re always asking it will mean I need to… I just get worried about being rejected one day. We haven’t even gotten to some of the kinkier stuff yet, ya know?”

That took her aback, “The kinkier stuff?” Then she grinned, “You want more of this then, don’t you?” and rubbed her body up and down.

“I do.” And then, “I know you want more than what we do now, too, and I’m worried if you’re always asking you’ll be too nervous. You just can’t accept, it feels like to me, that I will always be up to eating your sweet little vagina. I am, I always am.”

Masturbation Club

Forgive me if the title is a little bit misleading. The name comes from its Japanese translation, Onakura (onani = masturbation, kura = club).

Japan has a huge brothel and sex establishment industry with services available for just about any fetish. You’ll find Soaplands (penetration allowed), Delivery Health (sexual acts excluding sex), S&M Clubs, etc. I’ve tried just about all types, but since I’ve recently started getting into SPH, I decided to try my hand at one of these Masturbation Club.

The service is pretty simple. You go in for a set amount of time, and a fully clothed female watches you wank off. For a small extra charge, you can pay to have the female finish you off with a hand job. But what differentiates Masturbation Clubs from other sex establishments is that the woman doesn’t get naked and the man cannot tough the girl’s genital areas. The thrill comes from the act of voyeurism and CFNM thrill.

I searched online and all the girl’s faces are censored to protect their privacy. Most of these girls work at these establishments part-time to support their income or to pay their way through college. I found a sweet looking 19 year-old in a Masturbation Club in Ikebukuro. I called to make the reservation and I was set to meet her at a Love Hotel at 8 pm.