[MF] Reclaiming my ex, Episode 2. “That’s the hardest I’ve cum in my life.”

So I had fucked my ex Jay’s brains out once, as she was still dating her rebound. It felt great. Despite it being for the best that we not continue that, we both couldn’t help ourselves and could not keep our hands off one another, and many many more fun events happened between us.

Not but a week or two after our first post break-up fuck, I was lying in bed on a Saturday morning, hard as a rock, pick up my phone, and give her a text. We start exchanging messages, and soon enough, she was on her way over after an overnight work shift. She was dressed professionally, in a skirt suit, and I was in my normal basketball shorts and t-shirt look haha. It was a bit of spectacle. We went inside and began to catch up.

The guy that convinced me to fuck without a condom [FM]

**Skip to the ***** for sexy time. **

I had given up on success stories from reddit as the feedback given wasn’t encouraging. But this Reddit partner wanted me to write one, going to give this one more try. I [posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/RandomActsOfMuffDive/comments/8ac4hw/24_f4m_sanfrancisco_a_girl_just_looking_for_some/) once again to this subreddit for random encounters to get eaten out, and got way too many responses like the usual. People should really read the whole post and learn what the writer wants in the intro message, makes it more likely to get a response.

I received this message from this cute guy, let’s call him Andrew. What called my attention is that he had read many if not most of the success stories I had posted on this subreddit. (I wish I had never brought them down, or saved them to relive my experiences). We talked a few in messages and later moved over to kik. I learned more about him through the days and tried to plan some time to hangout. I told him that I was going into this making sure that we both had no expectations as my last Reddit meet up was quite terrible and I didn’t want a repeat.

How she won his heart – Part 3

As she lay there beside him, she was very happy with what she had accomplished. She had a big smile across her face that said, “i’m a naughty little girl and I am naughty for you”

But, that was only the start of the night. He knew that the way she pleasured him, the way she sucked his suck, the way she put her lips around his cock, the way she worked and edged him, had to be repaid with an equally pleasurable act. They had spoken about this before hand – oral sex. She mentioned that she loved having her pussy sucked. And he told her that that was his first thing to do, maybe even more than sex.

He gently held her up from his lap and moved her towards the front of the bed. He asked her to lay on her back and to spread her legs for him. She did so without any hesitation. She wanted this, just as much as he wanted to give it to her.

[F]ucked for the first time in what felt like a [m]illenia after months of build up [FM]

So I hadn’t had sex-sex in a year, although I have been getting oral from this guy fairly regularly for the last few months. I’m honestly not a hypersexual person, so I hadn’t really minded the lack of penetrative sex. Furthermore, because of the nature of our relationship (which is a semi long story and I explained it in my last post here), I hadn’t been expecting to have sex with this guy.

However, even though I’m usually not hypersexual, there’s just something about this guy that drives me crazy. In the last couple of months I started really wanting to get fucked by him, it was all I thought about every time we saw each other. I didn’t want to push him though, as us not having sex was a boundary *he* had set up.

The Wreckage [Str8][oral][cheat]

There is something wrong with me, although you wouldn’t know it at first.

I was high as a kite and drunk that night. My foot pressed hard to the floor so that the white lines of the road blurred and whirled away past me into the night. I gripped so hard to the wheel that my fingers ached, throwing the car into the corners so that the tyres screeched desperately, trying to hold fast to the road. She never stood a chance, and neither did I. I had only the briefest impression of her, eyes and mouth wide open O’s of terror, skin white as snow in my headlights, her black hair flowing into the wind and rain. The sound surprised me. Like a coke can thrown into a wall, a dense thick sound of metal and water. My windscreen crazed, sending thick bolts of frosted lightning out from the spot where her forehead kissed the glass, and I slammed on the brakes. The car spun round in the road and my body hung heavily against the belt for a terrifying second. The enormous forces hurled me sideways, then dropped me and I rolled back, dazed into my seat.

That time I [m] got just a little bit too excited while eating her [f] out.

It was a Tinder date, and from the way we’d been chatting, there was really only one reason we were meeting up. Well, maybe two reasons: I did promise to bring wine.

Sure enough, a few hours into the evening, and we’ve polished off the bottle, as well as some forgettable movie, an excuse to inch closer together on the couch. By the end, once Tom Cruise or Nic Cage or whoever the star was has taken their victory lap, we’re more than close; she’s pretty much in my lap, and some casual kissing has begun.

Once the credits begin to roll, the kissing goes from casual to heated pretty quickly, and it starts to get a little bit bitey as well- I know I’ll have a mark or two on my neck the next morning. Our hands are wandering pretty adventurously, mine caressing her not-inconsiderable breasts, still inside her shirt, and reaching between her legs to feel the wet heat building up there. Her hands venture between my legs, and she smiles between kisses as she feels me hard against her.

“Movie’s over now…so what do you want to do?” she asks me between kisses.

The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]

Note: Part 2 ran long (and I f’ed up the title), so here’s part 3…

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**The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**Part 3**

Later that evening, after dinner with a book, Regina went back to her room to find her roommate Julie just leaving.

“If anyone asks for me, I’m gone for the weekend. Me and some friends are going to see a concert in Vegas, so I’m skipping class tomorrow.” She grabbed a carry-on bag and left Regina alone in the room. It was Thursday, and she didn’t have a class until the next afternoon, so she grabbed one of the bottles of wine she kept hidden in her footlocker and uncorked it, pouring some into a little clear plastic cup. She took a drink and thought about calling one of her friends, but she had the whole weekend for that. She found herself glancing at her laptop, then sitting down, first convincing herself that she was just checking FacePlace, but after few minutes, she was sitting there in nothing but her panties and loading up the secret page. She didn’t even have to enter her code again, it just told her ‘Welcome Regina’ and she was back to browsing through the dorm maps again. She checked on the girls she’d seen in the showers that morning, and saw some new videos and pictures, and she clicked on one time stamped after their showers. They were both naked, one of them sitting at the computer, but getting up as they both started drying off some more and getting out clothes for the day.

Ultra: Corruption [Mf] [Humiliation] [Maledom][Oral]

Hello, /r/erotica, my name is Daxter T. Connors and I am the author of a series of superheroine erotica short stories dubbed ULTRA. Today, I’m sharing a piece of my latest, *Corruption*, in which Ultra, AKA Anna Blane, is dominated and humiliated by a University professor turned werewolf!

The stories are in a choose your own adventure style. This the result of choosing option two at the second branch, if you so choose for Ultra to lose to the big baddie.

If you like it, check out the links in the comments for more. Enjoy!

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“You’ve been terrorizing the University, haven’t you, Professor?” I said to the Professor as I pinned him against the cabin wall. The Ultra suit masked my voice; I sounded like a demon, even to myself.

He began to shake his head and shivered.

“Of course not,” he said. “I wouldn’t do such a thing!”

I pressed against his throat harder and he coughed, gripping my forearm with his hands. I could feel his strength as his fingers tightened around my wrist.

I [M]et with a [F] Yorkshire woman who got real hot reading my gonewildstories posts

She messaged me out of the blue on reddit. “Your stories are hot. My kik is xxxx” is all it read. Something about it just made me kinda hot. A bit of mystery, a bit of suspense, knowing that I’d turned someone on and they’d messaged me because of it.. I messaged her of course.

I remember when I got her reply I was in the alcazar in Seville (the set of Dorne in GoT). I saw the notification, and despite my beautiful surroundings, it left me sort of distracted. I texted her a bit and it got dirty quickly. I had to hide my erection in the middle of this public area.

That night as I got the bus back to Malaga where I was staying, we texted furiously, working each other up, getting so ridiculously horny that by the end of the 2h coach, I practically ran back to my hostel needing to masturbate with her on the phone. She’d already came, but there I was trying to be dead silent, the night a little early, but one person in the room I had to hide my activities from.. She loved it.

Annemarie Part 7 and 8 [Mf] [MF]

Part 7

I woke early, and although it had been a somewhat busy night, I felt rested, relaxed and actually pretty good. I heard Rachel’s soft, even breathing, and I looked at her in the early morning light that was seeping into the room from behind the curtain. Fuck, she is gorgeous, even when asleep. I got out of bed, quietly pulled my gym suit that I never wear to the gym on, and silently closed the door of the bedroom behind me. I used the other bathroom and then rinsed my mouth with some breath freshener, just in case.

I went into the kitchen and made a coffee, well got the coffeemaker machine to make one for me. Fortunately, it doesn’t make too much noise, something that I have been grateful for since Jill came to live with me. I turned the computer on and checked emails, looked at the Al Jazira, BBC and Canadian news, saw that the speed we are going down the gurgler is increasing, and pictured Boris Johnson’s hairstyle on the President, a good laugh actually.