Blind Date [MF]

I’m 25 years old, and I’m working on my career. I don’t have the time or desire for a relationship right now. Not that my mother understands that. That’s why I found myself coerced into going on a blind date last night. “He’s a good man.” She said. And that’s how I found myself sitting across a table from a 30 year old, recently divorced man.

My mother doesn’t know it, but a good man really isn’t my type. I’ve been fairly promiscuous since high school. I’m bisexual, and have enjoyed group sex for many years. And I currently have a few fwb’s that I play with regularly.

So an actual date wasn’t something I was in the mood for. Yet there I was. I have to give my mother credit though. She knows my type. Josh was about 6’3. Athletic build. Short, dirty blonde hair. Nice smile.

We made all the pleasant small talk. Hobbies and pastimes. Hopes and dreams. Etc. etc. etc. He was a nice guy, but I still wasn’t interested. He wasn’t interested in a relationship either, and both of us could sense it.

College Voyeurism (mostly) [Str8](non threesome) [MFM] [anal] [exh] [Fsub] [mast] [oral] [voy] [sm]

I walked out the side door of the lecture hall, taking a deep breath of the cool night air, glad class was finally over. I slid my phone out of my pocket and dialed Mary, we usually usually grab some pizza together just before the dining hall closed. When it rang through to voicemail, I turned back towards our dorm. “Hey Mary, it’s Jim. Just got out of class, I’m gonna pop by if you want to grab a slice.” Probably forgot to switch it back on after class, I figured, not unusual for her. Luckily, she lived on the first floor of the dorm, and it was easy enough to knock on her window. It was shut tonight, with the shade down, now that things had cooled off. It must be nice living on the ground floor, I was in the same building, and even in the middle of winter my sixth floor room was always sweltering.

I was about to knock on the glass when I noticed a shadow cast over it by the lamp, “Holy shit!” I whispered. There was no mistaking what was going on. Mary was bent over, her plumo ass bent over the side of the bed, while her big tits hung down, a guy hammering her hard from behind. Even through the glass I could hear her muffled screams.

My bragging story. Three girls, three countries, 24 hours. [MF] Parts 1 and 2

This true story might take a while to get through as it involves three girls, three countries and happens all in 24 hours.
English is also my 4th language, so please ignore all grammar errors.

Hi, I am me and this is the story of the day of the three.

I survived an almost fatal accident in 2003, with only a scratch, and also I survived a terrible disease that I had in 2003 and 2004. I was on the top of my world and was hating life. I felt invincible but really wanted to get hurt by someone, to feel real. People were pampering me because of what I had been through. It´s funny what you can get away with when people feel sorry for you. I also noticed that I was getting a lot of almost “motherly” attention from girls. I could wrap most of them around my finger, if they knew my story.

The Army Wife. [MF] [cheating] [loving] [vanilla] [long] months of [build up]

We had so much in common. We were both Army spouses. Both stay-at-home parents to little kids while working additional jobs from home. Both fairly new to the same little town with no family support or good friends nearby. And… both her husband and my wife were deployed overseas. I won’t explain how I first came to knock on her door that summer day, but I was completely unprepared for what was on the other side. She looked remarkably like [Holly Michaels](https://images7.alphacoders.com/629/629588.jpg) (SWF but striking). Same gorgeous face with the just biggest, most stunning brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Same full breasts. Same beautiful big ass. [NSFW](http://images.passionhdfan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/passion-hd-holly-michaels-in-deep-cleaning11-1200×800.jpg) [NSFW](http://images.passionhdfan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/passion-hd-holly-michaels-in-deep-cleaning3-1200×800.jpg) In fact, lets just call her Holly. I was attracted to her immediately, but stayed completely professional as she invited me in to talk. We soon discovered all that we had in common and chatted for a long time about army spouse lifestyle stuff. The subject of childcare came up and we lamented how tough it can be when you have little kids and absolutely no support system. As I was leaving, she offered to baby sit any time I needed. Maybe a bit dubious coming from a stranger, but we’d been talking for half an hour by then and had gotten to know each other a bit. Both of us being decently educated and well dressed, her house being well furnished and tidy, and the great conversation had all instilled a bit of faith that we were both good, normal people.

[Group] The bride used us as live porn

NOTES:

Hi guys. Here are a few things I wanted to say. If you want the story, scroll down.

Firstly, I’m glad I’ve been receiving lots of love from many of you guys here. As you know I’m bi and I would love to hear from girls too. I understand it’s not that common to enjoy these things for girls, but I’d like to get in touch with some of you. It could be in many forms, not simply texting. I like to chat, text, flirt, talk about anything…

Secondly, I haven’t been writing a lot in the last few months, simply because I haven’t been that sexually active. What I want to share here is the highlights of my sexual life, which during the working year is not as exciting. I have many spicy plans for this summer though, so don’t worry.

Lastly, if you want to know more about me, Dawe (my boyfriend) or anything else, just check out my posts or comment here with questions, I’m always happy to answer. In short, I’m a Bi girl, 27 years old, blonde, curvy (curvy meaning curvy, not fat). Pics are also in my post history.

First Threesome with [M]y Boyfriend [MMF]

My boyfriend (25) and I (27) have been together for just over 3 years, and the whole time one of our biggest fantasies had always been to share a female partner. A few weeks ago, we finally decided to give in and gave the ol’ Craigslist a try. After a few dead ends we were contacted by a stunning 34 year old woman with short blonde hair, and a gorgeous petite body. After just a couple of short conversations, we agreed to meet and did so the very next day.

When she arrived, she came in, we got the pleasantries out of the way, and then almost immediately began making out. I’ve got my eyes closed, but we’re both kissing and touching her all over and pulling up her dress. In practically no time, I suddenly realize her dress is all the way up, and I’m rubbing her pussy throgh her panties. It was almost as though I had been hypnotized. Her panties were already completely soaked, and of course getting wetter.

I just had to share. It does happen. Your spouse can change their mind. Invite a sexy [F] or [M] into your bedroom.

So if you’ll allow me, I’ve combined two stories, my first FFM and my best MFM. I wanted to share the contrast between the two stories. And this comes from a women who told her husband would never have a threesome. My how times have changed.

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FFM

Nervous as hell is at how it started. I starting drinking some amaretto sours (to try to calm my nerves). It wasn’t working. I went upstairs to put the kids to bed and told my husband to set it up. If we were good to go she’d still be downstairs, and gone if it wasn’t. After the kids finally fell asleep I went downstairs and she was still there. Fuck, what was I in for?

They asked if they should make me another drink, I poured myself another. I sat on the couch, kitty corner to the chair my husband was sitting in. A couple minutes later she joined me on the couch drinking her glass of wine. I texted my husband, and he replied the ball was in my court unless I wanted him to make the first move. I nearly froze… I placed the phone down and just sat there and finished my drink. Seconds passed, and she could sense my discomfort. She made the suggestion that perhaps she could give me a massage to help relax me. I jumped at it and said I’d be upstairs.

My First Virgin [FM][Non-Fic]

Note: This is the event that turned me on to having sex with guys who were sexually inexperienced. It’s more of a diary submission than erotica. The plus side is it’s all true. I might retell other encounters later on.

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Some kinks come unexpectedly. That’s how mine showed up in my life. I had never thought of myself as someone focused on the idea of virginity or sexual experience; I just had sex with guys I enjoyed being around and found attractive. Rarely did we ever discuss our pasts or experience levels. I found it irrelevant.

Honestly I don’t remember ever being hung up on a guy’s virginity. Every guy I had slept with up until I was 22 had sexual experience. Now, that doesn’t mean they were all good, but they knew what it felt like. They knew what to do.

My first virgin matched with me on Tindr. I was few months out of a year relationship and looking for someone to spend a wild night with. My intentions were hair pulling, ass slapping, mind blowing sex. The actuality was Justin.

I’ve had 5 partners in my life. Three of them were all in one crazy, slutty weekend on a houseboat. [MF][MF][MFM]

Hello guys, I just wanted to share this story that I was reminded of this weekend because of the Facebook “on this day” feature which featured some pics from the sexiest and craziest weekend of my life. I’m writing this from memories, so obviously direct quotes are kind of paraphrased and I did fill in a few details that were hazy. This story is long but good I promise. Go to “FRIDAY” if you just want action. I may have to split this into parts.

I’ll try to keep the background somewhat short. My name is Michelle, I’m 29 now and married. I’ve been married and settled down for a few years now. I met my husband in college and we’ve been together ever since except for a 6 month or so period right after college when we were both kind of “finding ourselves.”

I grew up in a mildly sheltered background. Nothing crazy, no religious fanatics or anything like that, but I had a small group of friends in the suburbs and didn’t even drink a beer until college. My future husband Brad met my group and fit in well. However, he had friends from high school that were wild. It was a bunch of frat boys and a few boys that were basically the types of girls frat boys like. We’d hang out with them from time to time but not real often because in general I didn’t party like them and neither did Brad anymore.

“The Taste of Her Submission” [MF, BD, BDSM, D/S, Oral]

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**ACT I**

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The woman glanced upward, seeing the man’s distorted face through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When seen from this strange perspective, his features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.

The man drank the last of the whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes in contemplative circles, he announced: “You taste good”, speaking in a guttural whisper.

The woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words to speak. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around his swollen cock.

Her pussy was aching from earlier. Although it was *still* sore to the touch — and painful so — the feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant. How did he even come up with something like that?, she wondered, letting the tip of her tongue glide under his foreskin…

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**ACT II**

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