Brooke and I were friends in high school, she and my best friend Pat had dated for about three years in high school and after. She was a sexy brunette with brown eyes, probably C cup breasts and a thick ass. She had curves but was not fat.
Ahead of spring break 1993 – seven old friends planned a long weekend camping trip. A few back out the week of, when I arrived in Knoxville (Brooke went to Univ of Tn) the camping party had dwindled to three: Brooke, Amy, and myself.
We spent the night at Brooke’s apartment. The next morning the weather called for nasty rainy weather all weekend. Amy backed out and left to road trip to see her boyfriend in North Carolina.
Brooke and I left, headed to Frozen Head State Park and set up camp, and the rain rolled in. It rained all afternoon and into to night and was colder than expected. Around 1am our tent was leaking and we were cold and wet. We thru everything in my GMC Jimmy and headed to her apartment. We awoke mid-day Saturday and decided to drive to Gatlinburg.
During the day, things got flirty. I bought us some alcohol, and food and we decided to cook out in a pavilion at a local park we discovered.
There we decided to find a cheap hotel and get more alcohol and spend the night.
We checked into the room, I assume the owner thought we were a couple. He gave us jacuzzi suite. We drank and things remained flirty, i was nervous to make a move. Brooke suddenly got up and began filling the jacuzzi. She pulled off her top and denim shorts, she had on white cotton bikinis and a white bra. As she unsnapped the bra, she asked if I was getting in. She slipped out of her panties revealing a beautiful full brown bush and slipped into the jacuzzi. I moved the cooler of beer, slipped out of my clothes and joined her. The flirting continued and she once again made the first move, she leaned across me to get a fresh beer. As she did, she said “hey” and kissed me. Then the make out session was on. After a lot of kissing in the jacuzzi she said she was hot and was going to get out and cool off. We got out and towered off, she pulled me toward the king size bed and thru back the covers.
The kissing continued and soon she started giving me a BJ. I did not have a girlfriend at the time and had not got laid in months. Soon I was cumming. She went to the sink to spit and drank some beer. She came back to bed and I returned the oral favor. Both on her back and sitting on my face. I remember thinking about my friend Pat that I knew had been there many times.
I was hard again and at first she got on top. She rode just a short while and then said her knee hurt. So we moved to missionary. I fucked her like that the rest of the time. Pulling out and cumming on her stomach. After wiping off we both fell asleep.
Sunday morning we woke up, dressed in our clothes from the day before (we had not planned on spending the night) and headed to her apartment in Knoxville. We arrived there. She showered and the so did I.
She said she was hungry and fixed us both an omelette and toast. We ate, laughed, talked about old times. The sex from the night before didn’t come up.
After eating I was loading my things in my Jimmy. I was back in her apartment when she said – “I had more fun hanging with you this weekend than if everyone had camped”. I agreed and she followed saying “last night was fun” and she leaned in for a kiss. We were back to full make out session.
It was then I realized she did not have a bra on, as her shorts came off she didn’t have panties either. I went down on her on her couch. After she came she pulled me to her bedroom and helped me remove my remaining clothes. She pulled a condom from her bedside drawer, handed it to me and told me to lay down. I did. And she fucked me, she bounced up and down as she rubbed her tits and clit. Finally being on all fours and staying on top, her hair all around my face, tits bouncing and fucking me till I filled the condom.
I left…we stayed in contact as friends but life faded that connection. About two years later she married another mutual friend from our high school class.
It was a good weeken!
Tag: Oral
[M]y super-slutty week [MF] x7
I have multiple FWBs, eight or nine to be exact. I won’t lie, I like the variety, but generally it’s because I want to have sex 3-4 times a week, while a single FWB averages about once a week/2-3 times a month. I could probably cut the number down to about 5 or 6…but what can I say, I’m greedy. Usually it averages out just right, but sometimes there are dry spells where everyone is busy…and then sometimes there are periods when the scheduling gets a little crazy.
This past week was one such week.
**Tuesday: Jo**
Not a Sound, Part 2 (Cheating, Oral, Risky, Ageplay)
I was sure that someone must have heard what had happened. Paranoia crept into my every thought, along with the guilt of what I’d done with Emma the night before.
The night when I’d fucked a nineteen your old student of mine in my tent.
Over breakfast I had gingerly asked my colleagues whether they had heard any strange noises last night, but none of them claimed to have heard a thing. I’d shared a brief look with the teen that I’d shared myself with and she offered no visible cue of what she was thinking.
Finding time to speak with Emma alone was impossible, even though I really needed to. I came inside of her. Not just a little, but fully emptied my sack into her tight pussy. I wanted to ask if she was on birth control, I wanted to hear what she was thinking. Did she feel the same guilt I did? She did have a boyfriend at home after all. And she had instigated it all – it wasn’t like I would have instigated anything. It took her hand around my manhood to coax any real reaction from me.
A cougar took advantage of 18 year old me, and I loved it. [MF]
I was 18. Just graduated from the school of infantry. It was spring break 2009 about a month before my 19th birthday. Me and some guys from my unit were down in San Diego, pacific beach to be exact. About 10 of us who were all pretty tight, got a hotel right on the beach and were hanging out doing hoodrat shit. We’re on the beach getting some sun when we spot a group of women about 30 yards away. All look about upper 20s to low 30s. We get to talking, as 18-22 year olds do.
One of them caught me looking. I could tell she was older. Just had a mature look to her. Professional would be the word. She was about 5’6”, had that short bossy haircut, long on one side and short on the other. A flat stomach. Fantastic perky C cup peaking over her top, a nice tight ass eating her bikini, and very sexy legs. She took care of herself and it was very obvious. I see her get up and start walking in our direction with one of her girl friends. My first thought, “I’d fuck that woman.”
Force in Balance, Part 1 [sci-fi, MF, Fdom, oral, light huml, light reluc] (Star Wars)
*This is a response to a story prompt on /r/DirtyWritingPrompts (which I’m apparently not allowed to link to). It’s taken me a while to write (and I’m still working on more) because I’m no expert on Star Wars lore and only had the motivation to do a moderate amount of research, but the prompt interested me so much from a character point of view that I couldn’t get it out of my head until I actually sat down and wrote it. That said, I’m open to all feedback EXCEPT for complaints about it being inaccurate or non-canonical, because, duh. Anyway, enjoy! More to come as soon as I finish it…*
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The atmosphere on Tenori Prime turned the light of its sun a dreamy honey-brown, the seas that covered almost all of its surface shimmering like silver and gold flowing together. It was well after noon on the rocky atoll once known as the Latanae when two small ships sailed down from the sky, landing on two separate buildings on opposite sides of the ring of islands. From each craft emerged two figures, and from each pair, one departed and began the walk along the series of bridges that chained together the northern islands of the atoll.
Cheating With My High School Friend [FM, Oral, Anal, Cheating, Cum Play)
This is a partially true story, however I make it change a little bit to make it more readiable
Its long because I want to keep my fantasies and past experiences on record.
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“What do you mean you cannot be there in that day?” “Sorry darling I cannot leave work until Wednesday”
Me and my boyfriend arranged that beach vacation one month ago. It was already just for 5 days and he already told me he cannot get out from work in the first two days. I was not angry but confused about what I’m going to do. We already paid the hotel so we decided its better I go early and stay for 2 days until he come. So I hit the road early on Wednesday morning and reach Antalya in a hot afternoon. I quickly chekced in and wear my bikini to head to the beach. Even I’m a little chubby I always feel good in bikini, feeling fresh air on my ass cheeks and my boobs jumping slowly in each step. I get out from building and when I’m really close to beach I met with Cenk. A friend from high school. I remember him being a silent boy who is good friends with everyone but still with low grades.
[MMF] Cheating, Squared
My first attempt. 100% true (the dialogue isn’t always word for word, I’m not rainman) and I have plenty of stories like this, so if theres demand, I’ll be happy to share more of my experiences with everyone. IAlso stats if anyone cares, 6’5” broad shouldered Viking blood type frat dude. I do also do most of my writing for standup, but girls have always told me my dirty talk was exceptional, and I lurk here allot, so here it goes. I’m not really a photographer or videographer but again if theres demand, maybe I could start doing that, though writing will always be my preferred medium. Please forgive typos.
Drunk [F]ucking [M]y Married Coworker
Just stopping by to tell a fun story about work from a few weeks ago.
TL;DR I hooked up and came inside of my 50-year-old, married, co-worker in the back of her family SUV.
A little about me: 30, 6’2”, 205, short black hair, strong hands.
So there’s this gal I work with, Tris (short for Tristan). We’ve been working together for about four years now. Tris isn’t my ideal type, but she she’s cute: pushing 50, 5’4”, 115, friendly, smart, quick-witted, blonde, straight hair to her shoulders. Tris isn’t curvy by any means, but she’s tight all around. She only a small B-cup, 32-26-28. But she’s got the energy and swagger about her. She doesn’t give a shit what you think about her or her work. She can be difficult to get along with sometimes but she always gets the job done and she does it well. Outside of work, she is married with two kids. Tris is normally very personal, every once in a while, showing pictures of her kids. But she’s not on any social media and there was a rumor going around that she was separated from her husband.
[MF] Just Keep Digging Around, Dear; You’ll Definitely Find What Your Tail Is Searching For…
“Maurice,” I’ve asked myself, “how do you fuse that hopeless romantic side of yourself with the promiscuous one and still be a just entity?”
I’m thinking…
And thinking…
I’m still trying to come up with something…
The truth is: “I don’t know.”
I don’t know how to be romantically involved without giving in to my desire of compounding my sexual exploits. Half of the time I want to be a loyal man and lover; the other piece of my existence longs to ransack a smorgasbord of derriere like these–
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to feast on them until I’m one gluttonous something. How can I exist in this world under such disarray?
Out In The Pacific:
Did I also mention that I’m a kamikaze pilot diving head first into your buoyant battleship, you now uninhibited piece of milk chocolate? I will be stuck in your hull until you fill up with the ocean and drown in your entire sea. What’s left is some water-damaged wreckage, my tainted soul. I warned you not to talk shit, didn’t I? Just like President Franklin Roosevelt antagonized the Japanese government, you’ve fucked with me verbally in a disrespectful manner. What did both of you expect? You’re going to get invaded!
Welcome Home [MF]
Those of you who are familiar with my other posts know that I have this account to blow off some of my excess sexual energy while the current boyfriend and I ease into some things. He is older than I am by about seven years and very vanilla, whereas I am something more akin to cherry cordial or butter pecan. I have been gradually introducing him to sprinkles, little additive things—places to touch one another that aren’t overtly sexual but feel good or variations on classic positions that create more profound sensations—that turn me on (and I hope he also appreciates) but don’t outright change the flavor of our sex life. The furthest I had gotten him to go is “chocolate sauce;” not in the literal sense, I blew him in the very dark parking lot after a late movie. But, I was hoping that it was just enough extra topping to get him to crave another bite. Do get me wrong. I am totally satisfied with out sex life and I would be more than happy to settle into the sexy little town of Pleasantville, but I think he has a wild side that he has yet to fully express and I want that for him, of us.