My friend had the WEIRDEST kink and I accommodated [MF] part 1

I have a girlfriend…Not the relationship type, Beth. Our friendship goes way back to when we were kids. We lived on the same street and she used to date my best friend. After their break up we remained in contact but completely in the friend-zone with eachother.

We’re sort of like pen pals, we texted, called and face-timed eachother regularly, she’d call me if she had a shit day and we’d put the world to rights and id do the same visa-versa.

On occasions we’d meet up, go for a drink, meals, sometimes we’d go to her place other times mine, we’d watch films, tv programs.. the normal stuff mutual friends do.

Given the amount of time we spend with eachother we’re both very comfortable companions, i have no embarrassment with her and feel i could say whatever i had on my mind.

Beth isn’t a ‘girly-girl’ she doesn’t bother with make up, dressing up in fancy frilly dresses or lusting over a perfect prince, her skin is always natural and so is her attitude, she has very dark blonde hair, neither slim nor chubby and not tall in the slightest, probably 5’1 held upside down at her ankles, but she’s a good looking girl.

Shots at the bar

Tracy sighed as she stared out of the window. The boredom of the past few days had been unrelenting. She stared out at the drizzle, watching as it slowly turn the world around her a dull grey.

She crossed the floor of her bedroom, stopping in front of the mirrors on her wardrobe, and eyed herself critically. She wore a faded cotton vest and a pair of ill-fitting shorts which hung unflatteringly and hid the curves of her body.

“Very sexy.” she thought sarcastically.

A buzzing from her bedside table made her turn and she saw her phone’s screen flash to announce a text message. Before she was able to pick the phone up, it buzzed three more times. Scanning the screen she saw messages from a group chat. Her friend Sara had broken up with her boyfriend Dave. Again.

Tracy sighed at this news. Sara and Dave were more off and on than the light switches in a home for OCD sufferers. But still, the news gave her the excuse to tidy herself up and get ready for a night out as Sara had pretty much demanded that they do so.

[MF] If i knew eating ass would led to this, i would have been eating my wife’s [F29] ass years ago!

As a Jamaican [M36] it is taboo to even think about eating pussy much less eating ass but my wife [29]of 10 years and i have been having so much fucking fun with oral sex, there was bound to be ass play at some point.

For years i’ve secretly wanted to taste my wife ass everytime she comes out the shower (thats what watching to much porn does to you). So one night we were sucking and fucking like there was no tomorrow, i said to her, baby dont freak out, i need to try this, after she orgasmed and i licked and sucked every drop form her swollen pussy i drew her down to me, pushed her legs way back and licked her ass a few times.

Instantly her mind was blown, i mean i always stuck my thumb in her ass while hitting her from the back and she loves it but i didnt know she would love an ass licking so much.

After a few weeks and a few tries, one night she came out the shower, clean, brown skinned and glistening, there was no plan to fuck but as soon as i saw her i throw her on the bed and started to eat her still wet pussy.

[MF] My smallest dick

The smallest dick i ever had was 4 inches it was an 18 year old college guy. I was his birthday gift but he compensated for his short dick with his amazing oral skills. I orgasmed 4 times within an hour. And after he was done then the rest of his birthday party guests devoured me

Fucking and rimming on the exposed hotel balcony [MF]

Holly and I had a lot of amazing sex during our week on holiday (check out my other post), but the most exciting must have been the sex we had on the balcony one evening.

The balcony of our room was high up in the building on the seventh floor and faced out towards the ocean and the hotel opposite. The next hotel was around 30 metres or so away so it was very easy to see people when they were on their balconies sitting out to enjoy the sun or warm evenings. The next hotel consisted of eight floors with the balconies of approximately 50 rooms facing directly towards our hotel and balcony.

One night we returned to our room shortly before 11pm. We were both a bit tipsy and continued to drink on our balcony. Holly was wearing a beautiful dress that accentuated her large bust and which was daringly short on the legs. I loved the fact that if she were to take any significant lean forwards when we were in public it risked exposing her beautiful big ass in the thong underwear she wore.

The Experiment, Part 1

Hello everyone! This is an erotic story I’ve been working on about an 18+ young man who is abducted by aliens in order to test out some of their theories of sexual attraction with him and a stray Rottweiler. To me, it’s a mix of hot, surreal, and a little silly. It’s a work in progress, so please forgive any errors throughout, and please me know what you think!

Topics in the story include: Bestiality, male/male sex acts, oral play, musk, dubcon, sub male, domination by feral. Let me know if you enjoy it!

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I awoke in a warm, dimly lit room. I was laying on my back in my worn jeans and t-shirt, not daring to move yet in this strange environment. The ceiling was about ten feet high, and both it and the walls were covered in shiny metal. I darted my eyes around the room, and saw a single metal bench jutting out of the walls with a small indent in the ground next to it, but otherwise the room was empty as far as I could tell. Just a 30×30 foot metal cube with little of note, save for an especially dark corner that I couldn’t see.

Settle this question between [M]e and my wi[F]e

Admittedly, this is less a story than a question, but there’s enough wildness here to qualify for this sub.

My wife and I have somewhat of a recurring joke. She loves to point out that on our first date nearly 19 years ago, though I tried, she did not let me go down on her. She likes to say that this is the reason we ended up together and that if she gave it up on the first night, the relationship wouldn’t have gone anywhere. I insist that it wouldn’t have made a bit of difference to me and I would have pursued her whether our first date ended in only a kiss, oral, or full-on intercourse.

Fortunately, we enjoy a very open line of communication about sex and our past experiences. So in that spirit, I told her that, while I did not have intercourse with a great number of women before her, it was very common for women I met in college in the mid-nineties – early-2000’s, to let me go down on them and for them to go down on me (or 69) after the first date (or in the case of a bar/party, the same night). My wife responded, “Wow, you met a lot of sluts before me.” I said that I didn’t necessarily think they were promiscuous just because we engaged oral on the first date. Maybe having intercourse on the first date, that I could see as being a little promiscuous, but oral/69-ing struck me as being more tame.

My first ever gloryhole experience at a collage frat party! [FM]

I’ve been fantasizing about gloryholes recently and wanted to share what got me into them!

Now this specific story did not happen recently. I was a starry eyed 18 year-old, entering college for the first time. One thing that remains true between both my past self and the current version, is that I absolutely LOVE sucking cock. I adore oral sex in general, but damned if there isn’t something just titillating about worshipping a glorious dick. I had a friend who was all too aware of this and was already a situated member within a campus Sorority. She invited me to the Fraternities’ Rush Week. For those who don’t know, a rush week is essentially a recruitment week that takes place right at the beginning of the school year. I learned that the Frats here have a tradition of bringing…let’s say “party favors” as a way to try to encourage recruitment. The Sororities and Fraternities would team up to get the perfect blend of teenage horniness and bad decisions. So, here’s the story of how it all got started:

26 [M4F] Karma’s a bitch, and so were you.

**PLOT** : Tonight is the night of our high school reunion. Everyone will be excited to see old friends, and catch up with old classmates, but I’m dreading having to see you again.
You [F] bullied me, teased me, and embarrassed me relentlessly all through out high school. You were the ringleader of your cheerleader squad who only seems to focused on me.

No matter how much I hated you, there was no denying it; you were the hottest girl in school. I only put up with it so much because you seemed to tease me in ways other people didn’t notice.
After cheer practice you would strut in front of me, drop your things so could bend over and hike your skirt up *just* a bit too high, revealing your panties.
You would lean over to ruin the notes I was taking in class, and tug on your blouse while squeezing your chest together.
The sexual frustration you caused was worse than any other bullying you did.

A Wet Dream on Elm Street, Pt. 1 [M/F, Cunnilingus/Oral, Dream Sex]

**The Prologue**

Springwood was a typical, middle-America college town: blooming to life in the fall, before resting quietly each summer as the students disbursed back home again. It was a place with four firm seasons, cleanly delineated across the year. So, as school began in September, autumn began to take hold. It was around this time that whispers could be heard—swirling around the campus —about local legends.

Springwood was richly-steeped in folklore. It was an early settlement, and it carried the weight of time in its tales of strangeness and witchcraft. But Norman Price’s tale was decidedly modern. It was an urban legend that was uniquely wed to Springwood College. He was said to have been a campus employee, his occupation often changing to match whatever gaggle of students did the telling.

Sometimes he was a mechanic, who worked on the school’s old boilers and furnaces. Other times, a gardener, who landscaped the vast grounds. This year, he assumed the position of custodian, primarily working after hours. It was said that he was something of a voyeur, a pervert. He would skulk around the women’s locker rooms—in the gym, near the pool, after volleyball practice—and catch every glimpse he could of the fine, young bodies that washed through. According to the tale, he even drilled a hole in the tile wall of the showers, giving him a prime avenue for spying from a space that ran between the walls.