I had a FWB I saw while hubby travels for work, but my FWB starting seeing someone so our regular meet ups stopped. Anyway, I was changing companies and thought it might be a good time to fish for an experience there with some men I had flirted with. One of those guys was the VP at my firm that was recently divorced. I worked with him often and was in his office quite a bit over the years working one on one with him. He was tall and fit and I always had an attraction to him. He has a big office with nice views, but no windows towards the office itself. We were always professional with the occasionally flirting, but since he was married, it never went further.
Tag: Oral
The time I [F] blew a random guy in his car for 2 hours.
This story happened last year. I was staying at my parents house for the night and I wanted to hook up, but I didn’t want to bring the guy over. My parents have really loud dogs, so trying to sneak a strange man over is no bueno.
I scrolled through my tinder matches and tried to cast a large enough net. Eventually me and one of my matches decide that he’s going to drive over and we’re gonna hook up in his car. When he arrived, I immediately noticed how tiny his car was. I’m petite myself, but I remembered how uncomfortable car sex was in high school and just decided we should stick to oral.
I want to blow him first cause I’m selfish and I just want to go straight to bed after getting off. That was a bad idea.
We start making out in the back seat. He’s an okay enough kisser. He starts playing with my tits and I’m getting really turned on. I’m talking dirty to him. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I usually stick to a similar script that seems to work with all guys. “I can’t want to taste you.” “I want your cock in my mouth.” The usual.
I Brush Her Teeth For Her [MF][ORAL]
She stands in front of the sink with her back against my chest. She laughs when I first tell her to get her toothbrush. I laugh too, although I try to keep a lid on it. We are grinning at one another in the water-speckled mirror. The toothbrushes stand like breadsticks in a Hello Kitty mug on the shelf at its base. She reaches out and takes hers – white and mint green plastic, the bristles a little frayed and flared. Hands it to me over her shoulder.
“Toothpaste?” I say.
She fetches it. An almost-empty tube, compressed into a tight roll at one end. We are making eye contact in the mirror, she and I. She is, quite reasonably, trying not to grin. When I told her I was going to brush her teeth for her she burst out laughing. “You’re not serious?” she said, which of course lead to my insistence that I *was* serious, which of course lead to here.
I turn the tap on to a trickle, reaching around her body to do so. She is in pyjamas, I in my underwear. We were getting ready for bed a few minutes ago. I squeeze a pea-sized quantity of paste onto the brush, wet it, and raise it to her mouth. I don’t need to tell her to open wide.
Her best Her [MF]
“Dr. Bloom will see you now, Ana.” The nurse is cute. A bit thin, but tall and athletic. Ana idly wonders if she is fucking the doctor, isn’t that the cliche? Ana is a cynic and a skeptic, and she knows she is being unfair to this woman she’d barely met, and to the doctor.
Dr. Bloom has a great reputation among Ana’s closest friends. Lisa came home from his office, and after those first two visits she hadn’t touched a cigarette again. She was a changed woman. Lisa was positively glowing under Bloom’s care, and all she could tell Ana was “it’s really life changing, what he does.” She said it almost dreamily, like she was remembering … something.
Lisa was a bit of a flake, and Ana wouldn’t have given Dr. Bloom a second thought until Deb went to him. Deb was part of the friend group, but she was tough to be around. She took pride in “telling it like it is,” but that was just code. She was a bitch. She’d yell at anyone, and have fun doing it. She yelled at a police officer over a month ago, poking him in the chest as she argued with him. She was sentenced to therapy in addition to a hefty fine. She chose therapy with Dr. Bloom. Deb was downright lovely the last two weeks, his treatment of her bad attitude and explosive temper was eerily effective. Just like with Lisa, whenever Ana asked how he did it, the answers were vague, and in Deb’s case accompanied by an uncharacteristic dopey smile.
Bless Me, Father [Str8] [Supernatural] [Oral]
NOTE: I identify as a female demon and this story was written for someone very, very special to me. He knows who he is.
Enjoy!
It is your turn to hear confessions and while you are committed to helping the Children of God by offering them a non-judgmental ear and doling out their penance, your mind is elsewhere today.
The first signs of spring are beginning to break through a hard, long winter – the sky is clear and blue, the sun warm and promising, the birds singing clear and cheerful. On a day like today, you want nothing more than to be outside, walking down the city sidewalks, soaking up the sun and enjoying the fresh spring air.
But instead, you are being relegated to the inside of a cramped, dark confessional, trying to lend a sympathetic ear to the sinners in the parish you’ve be ministering to for the past 6 months.
Some of the sins are paltry and silly, confessed by people who are so paranoid about their salvation that they feel the need to confess even the smallest misdeed. Other confessions are far more serious and concerning in nature and, on days like today, leave you wondering just what on earth humanity is coming to.
My boyfriend [M] and I [F] give each other oral (his POV!!) UPDATE TO: getting eaten out for the first time ??
Hey everybody!!! Sooo my posts so far have been from my POV, and lots of people wanted one from Ashton’s so here you go :)!!
If you’re new to my posts, hi! I’m Tessa (5’6, female, 20 year old college student, blonde hair and blue/grey eyes) and I write about me and my boyfriend, Ashton (tall as heck, 23, dark hair, green eyes and also a college student).
I’m very inexperienced, I’m still a virgin and everything I’ve done has been with Ashton. Him on the other hand is the total opposite, and so anyway here’s his point of view from a few mornings ago!!!
Hi guys, Tessa’s boyfriend here. She (finally) let me read what she’s been writing on here, and after some convincing and persuading we’ve decided to let me write from my perspective about a time we had last week. I realise it won’t be as cute as her but writing, but hopefully it should give some more insight into my girl and allow me to be a bit more crude for you all.
Discovering new things [MF]
I had just gotten back to college from summer break. All of my friends had just finished unpacking in their new dorms, and I made plans to hang out with one of them in her new apartment. Her roommate didn’t have classes on the first day, so she had the place to herself for the night, but didn’t feel like being alone. We decided to make it a celebration; a sort of “welcome back” party. I suggested drinks. She wasn’t 21 yet but knew what she liked to drink, so I provided for the night.
She always called herself a lesbian. We had talked about why we both liked girls so much in the past, and she said she never liked any guys and that she thought dicks were weird and kind of gross. I couldn’t blame her honestly. She had also told me that she’d give one a chance if she liked him enough, but it would take a lot. I also knew that when she drank, she would not only get horny, but also get an oral fixation. She would put pens, markers, fingers, pretty much anything in arms reach in her mouth. I also had always thought she was pretty hot and had a low key crush on her that she knew about. Hopefully you can see why I suggested the alcohol.
[MFFM] Swinging in Vegas
_This story was requested by u/vengeance7x, u/jerseyguy83, and u/j_essmint_
“Vegas, Baby!” I shout excitedly to my girlfriend, waving two airplane tickets in my hand.
“What? You got them? Fantastic!!” she responds, grinning from ear to ear.
This was the start of a holiday I will never forget. A journey into a world I never knew existed and made me open my mind to sex in a totally different way.
We’d booked a room in a hotel on the famous Vegas Strip, wanting to be at the centre of the attractions, casinos, showgirls, nightclubs that Vegas had to offer. My girlfriend has always been open minded about strip clubs and other, call it, seedier attractions so I knew we could explore Vegas without limits which made this trip even more exciting.
Having got unpacked and ready to go out, we had a couple of drinks in the hotel bar to warm us up. My girlfriend looked stunning in a black cocktail dress and high heels which contrasted against her long blonde hair. The barman proposed we had a custom cocktail with a glint in his eye, so we dutifully accepted. We drank them quickly but as they tasted as sweet as honey we even doubted there was alcohol in them, so had another round before setting out onto the Strip.
Bar Three [MF, FM]
We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe. We are the new meat.
Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.
She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down.
Back of the Bar [FM, MF]
We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe.We are the new meat.
Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.
She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down.