My Sister Moves In. [MF] [Incest] [Light Femdom] [Tease and Denial] [SPH]

Good day, all! I’ve only written a couple of stories since I discovered I enjoyed sharing my fantasies through this sort of medium, but I’ve never written one like this. This one encompasses a lot of aspects that I thoroughly enjoy, so I hope you like it! It’s a little long, so buckle up!

Please do not be shy to give me any feedback on anything. I can take it. :-)
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**My Sister Moves In.**

Until recently, I’ve lived on my own. I received a call from my younger sister a few weeks ago saying she has “had it” living with Mom and Dad, so she wants to get the hell out of there, even if it meant moving several hundred kilometers away from our parents. Hell, I know how she feels. That’s why I am where I am.

[Touch, Kiss, Oral]How I Became A GayBro (MM)

I guess, like most bros, my story starts in my youth. Regular stuff you know. In middle school and jr. High (5-8 grades). I would go to my friends house where he had found his dad’s old porn mag stash. We would sit in his room or go out to the barn at the back of the pasture and look at all the topless chicks. Sometimes we would JO, sometimes mutual JO, and there were even a few BJs in there.

Looking back it is quite hilarious because, especially in the early years, because we didn’t actually know what we were doing so we would just do stuff till we got tired. It wasn’t until 7-8 grade that we realised that there was a completion state. After 8th grade me and my friend kind of drifted. We went to high school and kinda found our own groups.

I never really struggled with my sexuality, from a pretty early age despite my homophobic family I was pretty aware that people are people. I have always assumed everyone is bisexual/pansexual and if you see someone you like, start a conversation. People will catch that you are trying to flirt and if you are the wrong gender for them they will most likely let you know. I don’t understand why that is such a difficult concept to understand. Anyway, I digress.

Stories of a creampie whore [F19/M20]

I love getting creampied and ever since I got my IUD in a over a year ago, my boyfriend has been more than happy to oblige my fetish. Background: I’m Asian, 5’5, curvy with a nice hourglass and my boyfriend is white, 6’0, thin and lanky with probably an average size dick that fits absolutely perfectly in me. We’ve been together for a while now so we know each other’s bodies really well and exactly how to get the other person off. We have a d/s relationship too – I’m the sub – and love playing around with bondage and toys. This story happened about a few weeks ago.

(M)y (f)irst anal experience with Meghan and her fat ass

A year after I’d graduated from college I was back in my college town to visit some old friends. Of course we all got drunk and went out to the townie bars. My college town was more like a village that tripled in size during the school year, so everybody knows almost everybody.

Late in the night when I’m good and hammered I end up randomly grinding with a cute, lightly freckled redhead. We grind for a bit and she’s not a big girl but she’s definitely thicker than the athletic, fit type I usually go for. She’s about 5’5 with a meaty ass for a white girl and every time she rubs it into my crotch, my cock is begging for a bite of her. She knows exactly what she’s doing and isn’t shy at all with her booty. Her skirt is way too small showing almost every inch of her thighs, but all I want to do is hike it up a bit more and have my way with her.

It had to be an accident [m/f][at work]

I hung up the phone frustrated. It was the second call-out of the night. Brad didn’t even sound sick, and he had called in sick twice in the last week. I think he just wanted to go down to the lake with his friends. But whatever, if he wanted to be unreliable, that was on him. I was a manager at the fast food joint, Brad and I were supposed to close the place, which meant staying until 12:30. Trin was off at 10 and Jess (another manager) was off at 8.

I put the phone down and left the office wondering what I could do about this. I walked up front to where our schedule was posted on a clipboard on the wall and took it off its hook and examined it. There was nobody I could call in to take his place. We were short staffed as it is. I was going to have to do everything myself. I sighed, I was going to be here until well past one in the morning finishing everything on my own…

It Had To Be An Accident[mf][at work]

I hung up the phone frustrated. It was the second call-out of the night. Brad didn’t even sound sick, and he had called in sick twice in the last week. I think he just wanted to go down to the lake with his friends. But whatever, if he wanted to be unreliable, that was on him. I was a manager at the fast food joint, Brad and I were supposed to close the place, which meant staying until 12:30. Trin was off at 10 and Jess (another manager) was off at 8.

I put the phone down and left the office wondering what I could do about this. I walked up front to where our schedule was posted on a clipboard on the wall and took it off its hook and examined it. There was nobody I could call in to take his place. We were short staffed as it is. I was going to have to do everything myself. I sighed, I was going to be here until well past one in the morning finishing everything on my own…

[M]y first time at a gang bang

TL:DR Rambling story of a gang bang. Probably too much time spent explaining the scene and not enough action. Like an EDM song that never drops the beat.

This is my first story on here. It was a cool experience in my life and I recommend that you go out and try something similar one day. This is a true story. The core of it, I remember well. The details of what happened around me are probably a mix of what happened that night and what happened on other occasions at this same place.

I’m a normal looking guy. I could describe myself, but lets be honest. If you are a dude, you are going to put yourself as the star of the story anyway. And you should be the star of every story. Go enjoy life. I have been to swinger clubs in Europe several times. Normally, I bring a woman with me. We usually don’t swap. It might sound weird, but you can have a crazy sex life at swinger clubs and not fuck a lot of people. This time, however, I went alone. I was in a casual FWB relationship. No cheating for me. I even asked her if she wanted to come. The answer was the normal one that women give to that question. She smiled, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I … um … maybe? … no? … next time … maybe?” I always say, “if you change your mind, let me know.” I have asked a few different women and it usually goes like that. This is not something that I would pressure a woman into, even if she seems to want to go.

How I lost my virginity [M/F]

This is an old story and my memory isn’t great but I think I got the story, for the most part.

The summer before my freshman year of high school my father had invested in his dreams and went into business for himself by buying a restaurant. The building was an apartment on top and the restaurant was below. It was beat to shit by the people who had it before hand (top and bottom) so there was a lot of work to be done. With me being helpful and my father never being shy with exploring child labor out of me, we got started.

It is important to note that my parents separated well before this and my father and I were together while my two older sisters and mother lived in Ohio. Over the summer, one sister, Danielle, had a falling out with my mother and was spending a few weeks with my father and me in our shitty upstairs apartment. My other sister, Ariana, drove her to New York to my father’s apartment.

My [28/M] wife [28/F] and I’s first threesome, with a beautiful girl [25/F] in Hawaii. Long but great read we promise.

So I’m not sure if people will enjoy this story or not, but it’s 100% true and is the hottest sexual experience of mine or my wife’s lives. I’m no big erotica writer but made it all the way through high school and college English so I’ll give it my best shot. Bear with me and enjoy…I promise it’ll pay off if you keep reading. (To skip to the good stuff ctrl+F to “Sabria”)

My wife Jess and I have been together on and off since college. I think we played it smart. We met at 19, fell in love hard and fast, but took things slow. We partied a lot in college, did our own thing when we felt like it, and didn’t put a lot of rules on each other.

We had the usual bumps in the road, including a few “breaks” that lasted a few months in duration and allowed us both to sow our wild oats and kind of “explore” other people.

But I always knew she was “the one.” And vice versa. We finally got engaged last year and married this April. We went on a nice 10 day trip to Hawaii for our honeymoon and had a fucking blast. We always have a blast with each other…it’s always been that way.

[M]y first anal, from the [f]riendliest stripper ever.

This all happened about five years ago. It was after my long-time girlfriend left me. We were in a new city, and she didn’t have any friends or family there. I can see why she left now. But back then, I still needed to get her off my mind. Other than that, it was a pretty good year for me. My new job was going well. I had lost one hundred pounds at that point in the year. Going from fat to average was a great accomplishment for me. I still felt fat in my head though. Undesired. Lonely. This is a story of the woman who got me over that.

She was sitting in a Starbucks when I first saw her. She had long black hair that went down to the small of her back. Almost ivory skin. I didn’t know what color her eyes were, but they were dark. Her face was held up by beautiful, full cheeks. She was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, almost like a Saturday morning at home, but at a Starbucks. She sat at a corner table listening to something on her phone and sipping her coffee. She had large tits that stretched out her t-shirt. Looking at her I could tell she was built for more comfort than speed. She wasn’t fat, but, plush almost. With a nice ass, that I could tell was big even though she was sitting, supported by strong legs that held everything up in a perfect display Maybe the best way to describe her was…squeezable.