[M]y brother fingered my girl[f]riend.

This is a story of how I discovered my girlfriend's fantasy and how I made it happen because I wanted her to be happy.

We grew up very Catholic in a totally Catholic neighborhood, attended Catholic school, and reared by Catholic parents. And we still live with our parents, because that's how it is in the Philippines. Yes, we're both Filipinos. Well, she's half Spanish, I'm half Chinese. So, we totally look different than most of our peers. We're not supermodel sexy, but I'd consider our body on the neutral to good side. No extra weight, no super big muscles nor curves.

We were both 22 when this story happened, we are 24 now.

Anyway, we were a conservative couple. We only got sexual after 3 years of being together, and it was only me asking her what she was wearing at home, and her sending an MMS to me. Usually they were suggestive photos of her in her night clothes, a lot of skin, showing her chest without revealing her nipples, showing her thighs without revealing her crotch area, that kind of thing. She was curious about many things, I was her conscience and the one stopping her from turning our relationship into a sin. Remember, we both grew up very Catholic, and I was more so than her. And I genuinely feared for my life. lol

The Legendary Cock-Shaman [MMF][Fanstasy][Anal][Oral]

You are the legendary cock shaman. You are charged with the trying task of satisfying Mother Nature's whims, calming her rages, and taming her excesses. You have been training for years and today is the day you wade into the wilds surrounding the outermost village of your peoples' tiny corner of the world.

"I need provisions," you say. The shopkeep is a titan of a man, easily a foot taller than you and as broad across as any two other people. On a raised dais behind him, his wife sits at a desk, moving tiny baubles, gold coins, and little slips of paper with one hand as she writes in a tirelessly rebound ledger with the other.

"We got provisions here," the shopkeep says, politely enough, "you got coin you can even leave with some."

"I'm going to be heading out into the wilds. I can set up a base-camp and fend for myself, but I'll need about a month's worth of dry goods, some rope, and whatever dry wood you can spare. A yard of canvas wouldn't be bad either."

Another visit to Miss Sable [MF] [ANAL] [ORAL]

"The Bonding" I always love to have her for a full day instead of just the night. I was half her age and I would love to treat her like a proper lady, so the first thing I would do is spoil her with gifts. I would like to have her dressed in a classy way, a black gown or a dress perhaps. I am a gentleman so when I meet her first, I would bring along with me a jewel encrusted butt plug and another plug for the pussy. I would be glad if she let me inspect her love holes and let me plug both the holes myself. And then once we head out of our room, I would love to take her around in the city and hangout at various places and finally take her to buy her a pair of heels of her choice. This is where I tell her, “I would really love to see you wear nothing but the heels.” She blushes. “I shall spoil you with drinks though (I really want to), but not to the point where you get drunk. I wouldn't want you to eat anything throughout the day though (because of obvious reasons)” I tell her. “I getting an idea what you have planned for me”. We talk about each other’s lives for the duration and get to know each other better. I would French kiss her at random times to tease her as I like to make sure her plugged holes get teased from time to time.

Canadian Wild Girl [FMF] [exh] [voy] [oral] [public]

It was a boring Saturday night, and Sam had nothing to do. She felt like going out, but wasn't a fan of dressing like a slut. However, she still wanted to be ready for action, just in case. Putting on a little pink g-string and black bra, Sam wore her modest red dress that was full sleeved and up to her neck and a pair of knee-high black boots. Feeling like she accomplished both of her goals, she set out for her nearby bar, The Globe.

When she got there, there was a camera crew for Canadian Wild Girls, a Girls Gone Wild style show where they film amateur girls and give them stickers or t shirts in exchange for the girls flashing them. "God, you must be desperate to flash for a shirt!" Sam thought to herself as she noticed some other girls there flashing their tits to the camera crew. Rolling her eyes, Sam went to the bar and ordered a long island iced tea.

The whiskey bottle diary, first entry part1. [M][MF] [mF][str8] [VOY][ORAL][MAST]

The whiskey bottle diary, first entry.

I walk a fine line between living a good life, doing all the right things, morally and expectation wise, and living totally free. I enjoy being the guy that does his best to take care of business and make sure the people who need me have their needs fulfilled and more. But it's a struggle for my spirit, that just wants to fly.. down every new road, into the unknown or even the partially known.. just to see what's down there. It's adventures like that, that drive me through the ordinary and mundane cycle of work eat sleep pay bills be broke do chores. The difference now is that I'm older and care a lot more about everything in the regular world that's going on around me. So my adventures are more refined, and direct to the things I want to explore. This is a story of one of those things. It gets a little uncomfortable at the end, so I ask that you, the reader, keep an open mind and understanding of how things ended up the way they did.

Now sit back, relax.. while I pour myself a shot of whiskey and tell you my story..

The Product Tester – Part III [MF]

Lindsay leaned against the latched stall door and breathed deeply. She tried not to think about what had just happened. The shame — she should just leave the office and drive home so she wouldn’t have to face any of her co-workers. No, that won’t work — her purse and car keys were still up there in her office.

Facing her co-workers after this would be hard, but running away would be even worse. “I can handle this,” she told herself. She flushed the toilet, unlocked the stall, and spent some time washing her hands and looking at herself in the mirror.

Her lipstick was smudged; she tidied it up with a damp paper towel. Her hair was mussed — he must have grabbed her head as he began to climax. She smoothed her hair back into place with her dampened hands. She checked her blouse, her jacket, and her her skirt, and straightened them out.

She was sweating. She could feel the dampness under her arms, between her breasts, on the back of her neck. A few more deep breaths to calm herself, then she left the restroom and took one step after another, back to the elevator.

Giving myself to Danny (M/F)

A while back I posted a couple of times about my first date with Danny, the time my sister visited with Danny and me, and once about hooking up with Danny after he had been married for about five years (we were lovers for many years, until I also married). I was asked for the details about losing my virginity to Danny, and I pointed out that it was pretty vanilla sex. I was then told that vanilla could still be pretty hot, so why not let the reader decide? So, this is an account of the weekend where Danny and I finally got down to business. Readers of my sister's visit will know that I had changed my mind about being a virgin on my wedding day, and when my annual checkup came around a few weeks before this trip, I asked my doctor for oral contraceptives, which she was happy to prescribe. This was to be my big surprise for Danny.

/u/highavailability is mine all weekend. A narrative of our first day together, complete with pictures, ass play, and so.much.fucking.

It had been less than two weeks since /u/highavailability and I were together, but it already felt like too fucking long, so I had been obsessively tracking his flight into my city all morning. I work an early shift and couldn’t leave until midday on Friday, so he was going to take a cab and meet me at work. Unlike our previous rendezvous, which was spontaneous, I had some time to prepare for this one. When we’re meeting at my place of work, there’s always the struggle to be ultraprofessional yet still ultrafuckable. I think I pulled it off.

First FFM Threesome! and holy fuck its happening again tonight

Do you remember what you did last Saturday, August 8th?? I do and will never forget, it was the night that my wife proved to be such a rare and incredible woman that she opened the door to a FMF threesome with a former lover of mine, and we all stepped through that door eagerly with huge smiles on our faces. I’m such a lucky man to have both Wifey and Cupcake in my life.

A first threesome for all of us, and first time each of them was intimate with a woman. And tonight, THIS very night as I post this experience, a week later, we’re getting together for round 2. I’m completely on edge. A little different this time in that its planned, and they’ve been wet with anticipation the last two days. But I digress, back to the first time…

I had no idea the threesome was going to happen, Wifey surprising me in the moment. We were watching a cover band, outdoor bar and it was a beautiful summer night. Things had been going great with wifey. Recently having turned our relationship for the better, we were talking more, sharing more, and I feel like we’re on the same team (which hasn’t always been the case). Open and honest with each other, sharing fantasies and being accepting of hers as she was mine.

Affairs of a Life – I Begin Losing Control

It had been a beautiful Midwest fall day. Jack and I spent the day at a car show with our 1965 Mustang, meeting many fellow car buffs. While in very nice condition, mine was not a show car, but rather a "driver", because I got it on the road as often as I could.

We were heading to the airport, as Jack had an early Monday morning business meeting on the east coast. Stopping at the departure area, we hopped out of the car, he grabbed his bag from the trunk and kissed me on the cheek.

"Goodbye Laine, don't forget to pick me up Tuesday!"

As I left the airport for the 45 minute drive to our home in the country, my mind started thinking back to the recent past. A virgin when we married at twenty, and totally faithful until thirty, I found myself thirty two years old, and had been with three different men in the past year and a half. I am not proud — that's just how it happened.