Spring break as a top [MM], first time

I had gone to college out of state and decided to come back home for spring break. I was broke and most of my friends would be around anyway.

But they weren’t around enough to keep me from getting bored. By early part of the week I found myself incredibly horny and with limited options to change that. I had already begun experimenting with men several months previously. Mostly oral stuff or hand jobs and honestly with men that were sketchy and sad. Being young and okay with older men meant it was easy to find and have the pick of almost anyone. My college was more secluded so now that I was home I finally had a big pool to choose from.

I was more picky in finding a guy that would actually make me feel comfortable. Hot gym rats were usually assholes and since I was fit but not all muscles I wasn’t their type. Which was fine. I didn’t seem to go for men my age at all. Most my life I would be with women younger than me. But the opposite direction with men.

His first time tit-fucking her [tribute] [mf]

Nothing was quite like the first time he tit-fucked her.

He had never tit-fucked anyone with breasts as thick and full as hers, her creamy skin tone blending perfectly with her delicate, tan colored nipples. The moment she unclasped her bra in front of him for the first time, he knew his dick was a slave to those beautiful mounds and whatever the rest of her sexy body had in store for him.

They were young. He was 22 and she was 21. They had met at a college party and were friends for a year before they took it further. They didn’t rush into sex on their first real date because they knew they had something more. So they did other things and enjoyed how immensely powerful each orgasm together was, because their was so much intensity in the build up, and in the unknown. They had a few beers and shots a friends house before they called it a night and decided to walk back to his apartment. He didn’t want to fuck her while he was buzzed but he was very horny this particular night. She had worn a tight maroon cardigan that hugged her curves and amplified her huge, beautiful kitties so much. All he could do was look at them all night and try not to get a semi.

[FM] Married Mom Meets Man for Muffdive

I wrote this as a success story on r/randomactsofmuffdive but someone suggested I also post here, so here it is. It’s kind of long but if people want more info I’m happy to try to write more.

I had an amazing first encounter last night and after a few hours of sleep I feel the need to write everything down while there’s still this level of excitement and afterglow.

First, I have to say this process is a bit overwhelming. I couldn’t possibly respond to everyone and I even had to sort of “ghost” some people because it just became too much. I’m sorry to everyone who I might have annoyed with my lack of communication along the way.

After a lot of back and forth, and some flirty messaging, I made plans with one of the first guys who responded to my post. I instantly thought he was cute and his description of himself made me melt a little. With 2 kids, planning to meet up was a little hard, so after I finally got my in-laws to agree to watch the kids for the weekend, we made plans to meet at a local bar Saturday night.

[FM] How I actually ENJOYED losing my virginity to an older, married co-worker (Long, teasing, vanilla, but almost didn’t fit)

*[I’m in my mid-20’s now but this is about how I lost my virginity. I’m sure that’s never been done here before. I hope you guys find it interesting even though it’s all completely true so nothing too crazy happens. As long as you don’t think infidelity is crazy. I think I kept all references to it above the dividing line. If you get bored by the long set up, the action also starts after the long dividing line.]*

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Due to a combination of overly protective Catholic latino parents and having a relatively introverted personality, I made it all the way to 18 before I had sex. I’m aware it sounds conveniently like a porn. That’s just coincidence. The guilt from aforementioned Catholicism played a role too probably. I don’t know about other Catholic teenage girls but I never let it stop me from going right up to the edge of having sex with whatever boy I was attracted to when they took the initiative in trying to fuck me. I’d do anything except actually them. Soooo it was just very frustrating *(for them)* make out sessions and maybe oral for the one or two that I liked enough for it.

After The Cure [MF]

“Another day, another bunch of lives saved…and lost,” said a restless Dr. Albert Galen.

It was a common refrain for the end of Dr. Galen’s day. It started bright and early in the oncology wing at the Walen Carter Hospital, which he’d worked at for nearly ten years. Throughout the course of his day, he met with patients who’d just gotten the worst news anyone could get about their health. They had cancer.

Regardless of how treatable it was, the news always hit hard and he had to be the one to break it down. Across from his desk, which was often cluttered with files and paperwork, there was a chair where most of his patients sat. More often than not, they were already scared, devastated, and in tears. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to break down crying while he gave them important medical information. That happened at least three times over the past week.

Dr. Galen had to be numb to all that, hardening his soul to an extent that made him feel like a machine spouting medical jargon rather than a doctor. He got into medicine for the same reason most doctors did. He wanted to heal people. He remembered how eager and energetic he’d been when he saw his first patient. Now, he questioned whether he could ever feel that kind of energy again.

Married couple at a sex club [MF]

My wife, Meghan, and I have had a great sex life in all our years of marriage. After kids things didn’t stop, but there are quite a few barriers to everything we want to do. Traveling as a family is a lot of fun, but good sex requires a bit of creativity on the road when the whole family is confined in a van or hotel room for extended periods of time. Sex at home is a bit easier. We can’t have long sessions on the kitchen counter, backyard or anything, but locked bedroom doors kept us each able to satisfy the other without fear of interruption.

However, every once in a while we can negotiate with the grandparents and get a few days for a kid free vacation. Last year we were able to swing one of those trips. I was traveling to a new city for work and Meghan was going to come with me a few days early so we could have some fun together in a new place.

Moving Day [MF] [First Person] [Long]

I pull up in the rented moving van. You wave from your window, barely visible from the fortress of cardboard you’ve built yourself into. I smile and shake my head, making my way inside.

As I step through the front hall, I can see you’ve made plenty of progress since I was last here. Nearly everything has been stashed in a cardboard box, which now line nearly every wall and are scattered across the floor.

“You’ve been busy I see.” I shout to you as I work my way between the towers of stored household supplies to get to you.

“I managed to convince Kate to come over and help me last night. Now I’m nearly done.” You explain as you tape up another box, writing “Movies” on it in thick, black marker.

“At least I’m not the only friend of yours getting dragged into this mess.” I say, gesturing to the boxes surrounding us.

“Dragged? You happily volunteered to help me move!”

“Yeah yeah. I can’t say no to you and you know it. You took advantage of me.”

[MF] One last night with my ex before I moved

This happened in the summer before I moved away for university. I had been with this girl for a year, but the relationship wasn’t that great and she didn’t want to do long distance, so we broke up. We had “broken up” in the past, but we always got back together within a week and we rarely stopped talking. But this time was different. Things ended badly, we hadn’t talked in a couple of weeks and the relationship was very much over.

It was Friday, I was leaving early on Sunday morning. I got a text and to my surprise, it was from my ex. She asked me if I wanted to hang out tonight so she could see me before I left. I wasn’t interested in just hanging out with her, I would rather have spent time with my friends, so I told her no. But then she said “that’s a shame, it could have been fun.” At this point, I knew exactly what she meant and honestly, it was unexpected. Even though I had just told her no, I thought to myself, I don’t know when the next time I will be with a girl will be, fuck it. So I told her I’d be there, she told me to come over at 8. I knew she had to be home alone, because she lived in a tiny house, we had never even attempted anything when her parents were home because there was absolutely no privacy.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 7. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 7

 

That was my low point. My spirit was crushed. I would have fucked dogs and homeless people if my son had told me to. That night, I woke up Garrick and cried in his arms until sunrise. He took the day off. I didn’t answer his questions until mid-day.

“I’m not going to tell you what happened, Garrick.” That was my answer. “It happened. It was my fault and only my fault. I can’t make up for it. All I can hope is that time will help my mother to forgive me.”

“Where did it happen?”

“In the house, somewhere.” I told my husband.

“Where was Andrew?”

“In the hall bathroom.”

“Did anything get broken?”

I glared at him.

“Yes. Okay.” He backed away, releasing me. “You and your mother are unlike any other family I’ve met. I won’t ask again. You know I will do anything to help.”

“I know. You’re already helping.” I sighed, already missing his arms around me. “I’m afraid helping me will only hurt you, at least for a while.”

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 6. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 6

 

I remained with mother for another week, helping to put her affairs in place before living with us.

Lila Aggis visited. We talked in the living room.

Mother was not entirely forgiving. “Lila, it’s been too long. I tried to see you, a few times, but your son told me you weren’t receiving guests.”

I asserted. “Eric is having a difficult time, Mother. I’m not sure he would have told her of your visits.”

“No.” Lila agreed. “I’ve had trouble escaping the house. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you this last week.”

“Oh.” Mother stepped back from one confrontation to spark another. “Send Eric to live with me for a month, and I’ll set him to rights.” It wasn’t a suggestion.

“Maybe when you come home again, in a month or two.” I told Mom.

“He called me a hag, once.” Mother fumed.

“I’m so sorry!” Lila lept up, but there was nothing she could do. “I didn’t know!”

Mother got up too. “Excuse me.” She turned and headed out of the room. “Those damn pills constipate a body. I may be a while.” She sequestered herself in the bathroom.