Blown in the Backseat [MF, Oral, Swallow, Redhead]

“Excuse me, sir!?”

I barely set one foot in the Lyft before some chick comes sprinting at me from the bar. Her high heels pound the pavement and she pushes through people like a freight train.

She’s drop dead gorgeous. Glowing olive skin, fiery red hair with green eyes to match. Full, dark red lips, and a tight body that I wanted pushed up against me all night.

“Can you help me? Please?”

Oh that’s right, she wanted something from me. Plus, I couldn’t say no to her green puppy dog eyes. In addition… I’m a sucker for redheads. Something about that fiery hair just makes my blood pump.

All I could hope for was her not being a serial killer. It’s always the most gorgeous of women.

“What do you need?”

“I lost my card, don’t have much cash, and my friends dicked me over. Can I pay you to have this Lyft take me home?”

I will not lie, I was too busy staring at her breasts to hear a third of what she was saying. They were dazzling C-cups, tucked away in a very flattering bra, and shown off in a cute crop top that also exposed her flat, toned stomach complete with a stomach piercing. Honestly, just fuck me *now*.

[MF] The Book Seller

He was not my usual type, shorter and skinnier than I prefer, but there was something intriguing about the man I met in City Lights Bookstore on my first trip to San Francisco. There was an attractive intelligence in his flashing blue eyes, and his messy blond hair added to his charm. He saw me searching for a book and mentioned that he owned a bookstore in Berkeley, then asked if I would like his help picking something. We chatted as we browsed the shelves, and I enjoyed the witty banter. He asked if I’d like to grab a drink, but I was late for a dinner with my coworkers and had to leave, so he wrote his number on a bookmark and slipped it into the book he helped me pick out.

The next morning we had coffee before my flight left. I still couldn’t quite tell how I felt about him, but I enjoyed his humor and the easy conversation. We parted with a promise to meet up again the next time I was in San Francisco.

I [M22] slept with my [F]riends Aunt

I want to get this off my chest since I have told nobody about this encounter at all. Im both proud and disappointed that it happened.

TLDR: I had just had a bad breakup. Was friends on social media and started to casually chat after a suggestive post she made. One thing lead to another and we organized meeting up for me to eat her out. We did much more than that. We met up a few times and she was the best sex i’d ever had. Unfortunately despite it being made very clear at the beginning there were to be no feelings involved, to which she agreed it was for the best, she immediately developed them. She became increasingly frustrated I did not return her feelings. She has some problems and I had to end up blocking her after she sent very sketchy images of self harm to me.

Make it Fit [Gentle Femdom] [msub] [toy] [oral sex]

He crouched between her legs, intently watching as the toy disappeared inside her cunt. They had attempted to squeeze the fat dildo inside of her before but had never succeeded in getting the knot to slip inside. He hit the familiar resistance at the top of the knot.

“Push it inside.”

“Miss, it won’t fit. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Figure it out. Figure out how to make it not hurt. I want it all inside me. Understood?”

He paused and then shuffled closer to her, toy in hand, knot pressed against her straining pussy. He put her leg over his shoulder and leaned down. Still applying pressure to the dildo he started to lap at her clit. He noisily licked her pussy, savoring her taste, sucking her labia into his mouth, running his tongue around the dildo where it was stuffed into her. His mouth never stopped moving, constantly pleasuring her.

Getting Kate Ready [dad] [dau] [cunnilingus] [oral]

Kate moaned as the man between her legs just grazed her throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue. One finger moved gently between her folds as he pulled back and planted loving, light kissings on her inner thighs. His thick stubble made her tingle as he would occasionally nuzzle her clit with his nose while his prickly chin moved up and down her slit. She knew his beard would be drenched in her wetness when he finished toying with her, and she anticipated the pungent scent on his face and the tangy sweetness of her taste when he kissed her soon.

Meanwhile, he’d moved his hands to part her lips as he worked his tongue up and down her opening. At the top, he would pause to tease her clit and swirl his tongue over and around it. One thumb was very lightly teasing her rosebud, heightening her pleasure and pushing her closer to the release she craved.

She’d had other lovers, of course. But none who knew her so well, no one else could play her body like the exquisitely tuned instrument it was, no other soul focused his every effort on pleasing her. That attention to her needs only drove her desire to please him all the more and ensured that the time they were apart would make their next coupling even more intense.

I [f]ace-fucked [m]y 20-year old tenant after she wrecked my wall – part 3

First, to address the handful of people who said this is a fake story.

Did this really happen? Yes. Am I embellishing aspects of the story? Absolutely.

I don’t have the photographic memory necessary to remember every encounter I’ve ever had with this level of detail. I can remember about 80%-85% of what happened, maybe more of the hot and heavy stuff, and then I use my 32 years’ experience as a human who has interacted with other humans to fill in the blanks in an attempt to tell a compelling and cohesive story.

Writing was a big part of my therapy when my parents died, and to be honest I’ve been feeling like I’m lacking intimacy during this whole quarantine situation. Recounting these stories on paper the last couple of days has helped me feel better than I have in weeks.

So believe me, don’t believe me… it’s your prerogative. I’m enjoying my time reminiscing about some fun things that happened, and I hope anyone who’s reading enjoys my, albeit somewhat skewed, trip down memory lane. No, it didn’t all happen exactly like this. There are no jump cuts in real life, but the foundation and spirit of the stories are rooted in actual events.

Gagged my wi[f]e with cu[m], unexpected

Quick story. My wife and I have a pretty normal, healthy sex life. Nothing too wild most or unusual most of the time but very satisfying. She is really good at giving oral and can take me all the way pretty easily, I’m avg (6 in). She is in control when she does this, she is not into being gagged or face fucked or anything. I love it though. She is fine with cumming in her mouth, she typically pulls back a little, collects it and spits. Occasionally a swallow but I really could care less normally.

Anyway, one Friday evening a number of years back I went to a bachelor party about a 2 hour drive away. Of course there was a stripper there, and she was pretty hot and very nasty. Dancing around of course and shoving dildo’s down her throat, up her ass and pussy. Great show, no one did anything with the stripper, not that kind of story. I got home that night super worked up from the show, my wife was asleep. Normally I would beat off but I went to sleep. The next day was filled with family time and chores all day, then I had to do some remote work from home in the evening. Again no sex, no beating off for whatever reason. Sunday was another very busy day. I had not cleaned the pipes since Thurday night and was horny the entire day, still thinking about the stripper, thinking about my wife, etc.

A Spontaneous Alfresco Lockdown Fuck with a Stranger [FM]

Lockdown has done something to me. By which I don’t just mean keep me stuck in my own home for weeks on end, though that is accurate too.

A few weeks into isolation my libido skyrocketed and I found myself, much to my own surprise, using my once daily outside exercise allowance to make a thoroughly inappropriate move on a complete stranger. This ultimately resulted in my delivering a swift yet satisfying blowjob behind a bush, a little off the beaten track. The inherent ‘wrongness’ of the situation both thrilled and excited me, and I felt that while I never had the slightest of intention to meet that particular guy again, this was merely the start.

A mere two days later and I repeated the endeavour with an all new random stranger. This time however, as things do, there was a degree of escalation. And by ‘a degree’ I mean I found myself being taken from behind against a tree. While the actual sex itself was mediocre (for me at least. The guy had a wonderful time), the thrill was like no other, and this now felt like a slippery slope.

The Teacher’s New Groove [Bondage] [M/f] [Tickling] [Sex] [SPOILER:Voyeurism]

As I entered the empty classroom I found our teacher, Mr. Wilson, sitting at his desk. The reserved giant looked at me with a face of utmost seriousness, and I felt myself begin to worry as I sat down across from him.

Mr. Wilson: “This is bad Diana. You keep coming in late to my classes and when you’re there you’re too caught up in your own world to do any work. I don’t have any choice but to fail you”

Me: “Please don’t, my parents will kill me. I can do better, please give me a chance”

My pleading fell on deaf ears as the rugged mountain sat back in his chair. Is there no wonder why I’m so distracted, with such a pinnacle of a man stationed smack infront of everyone? Bo matter how hard I focus on my work, I can’t help it. My fantasies of having him just… throw me down and ravage my barely legal figure, like I’m noting but an object of his satisfaction. My clothes getting torn off of my young petite body, hot, ripe and longing desperately for the touch of his strong hands, already I grow hot just looking at this man, this beast. What I wouldn’t give to have him give me his all in a bed strong enough to carry it, assuming such a bed even exists. It hadn’t dawned on me how lost into my lustful train of thought I was until he snapped his fingers, jolting me out of my fantasies

[MF] “Really dude? Just cum in my mouth…”

I’m not gonna’ lie, I was a nervous wreck. I hadn’t scored a date in months and Michelle was one hell of a catch.

She was about 5’5, long brown hair, brown eyes, and curvy in all the right spots. It was tough to say what were her best features. She could have a great personality: spontaneous, feisty and a jokester. But sometimes she came off as a little arrogant or rude.

As for me, I was a pretty shy guy and average looking. I never did anything out of the norm and avoided stepping on any toes at all cost. That’s why I was surprised she had invited me for drinks on Valentines.

When I got to the pub, she had already been drinking a bit, and was feeling pretty loosey-goosey.

She was wearing a blue dress with a white shirt underneath, black leggings, and her hair was up in a pony-tail. I was wearing jeans, a black dress shirt and my usual New York Yankees hat.