My first time, twice. Mega post parts 1,2,3,4, and new 5 (mff)(inc)

So this was many years ago, when I was 17. I was never a cool kid and didn't get much interaction with girls. Religious boys only schooling for me. So I had never thought of myself as attractive at all. Life went on, and I'd be a virgin all my life. Then one day my mom says that a cousin of mine is coming to my city for some school related convention thing. Of course she is always been proper, you know learns French, plays classic piano, does everything properly and has no social skills at all. So basically she needs support at this thing for her presentation so by order of mother I have to go over and say how great it is. ok no great problem.

So skipping a bit of the story I meet a pretty hot friend of my cousin, let’s call her S, who was doing the project with her. she's flirting pretty heaviily with me, I'm flirting with her (awkwardly). nothing happens and they go back to their city about 200km away. I get her number from my cousin and we start texting. It all gets pretty hot, we meet up, on the few chances we get and it's blowjobs and fingers. This girl is good at it. remember both of us are virgins, so we're a bit hesitant about going the whole way.

Reunion with cum slut ex-GF leads to hooking up in a hotel bathroom [M/F]

This happened several years ago, but I still think about this encounter on more than one occasion.

Jessica and I had been high school sweethearts, but college and life had flung us across the country from each other. We were our first for most things, and found that we both had a taste for the kinkier side of sex at a young age. She is a total submissive, and she was always so much fun to play with. As we got older we would often hook up with each other (sometimes when single, a lot of times when not) because we had such a spark. To this day she still gives the best head I have ever received, and this afternoon in question would turn out to be no exception.

So, a few years ago she was coming through my city and conveniently had just gotten out of a relationship. I had as well, though things were messier on my side – I had been living with an ex, and although we were broken up she was still looking for a new place. Awkward relations at home to say the least.

[F]irst ti[m]e at a swingers club [mfmf]

We (bittenthrowaway and I) had been chatting with a few couples and talking about swinging for a couple months, but until that point, we hadn’t gotten the opportunity to do anything like that in real life. We decided to try our luck at a swingers’ club that we had heard about on swinglifestyle.com. At first, we were extremely nervous to go and almost cancelled our plans a few times. But after a few drinks, we were about ready for anything. Pulling into the parking lot felt surreal—we couldn’t believe we were actually going to do this, but we were very excited about what the night might hold. We were given a tour of the place by one of the regulars: the main room looked like a dozen other bars we’d been to before. The back rooms, though, were a different story. Leaving the main bar area, it felt like walking into a large living room, complete with 3 or 4 TVs showing a lesbian porn video. Couches and loveseats were all around with a sex swing hanging from the ceiling in the middle of them. When the tour ended, we stayed in the main bar area, enjoying a few drinks, and chatting with a couple, David and Jenny. After a little while, Jenny decided to go change. When she came back, she was wearing panties and a top that did little to cover her large natural tits and pierced nipples. Bitten and I couldn’t help admiring not only her breasts, but her carefree attitude that was equally sexy. Within minutes, Bitten told me she’s changing too. She came out wearing a negligee and black lacy panties, accentuating her long, sleek legs and shapely body. I was already starting to get turned on.

A visceral, raw attempt to explain my sexuality. Posting in hopes some can relate. [fsub] [fM] [fm]

Am I the only who has struggled with deviance?


I write this in hopes that you will understand me.

I've struggled with my sexuality for as long as I can remember.

As a child, before I even knew what sex was, I recall having the most debased fantasies that my memory has hidden from me until recent years of high school and middle school (I will explain my discovery later). I found that when I straddled my toddler-sized purple plastic chair, thoughts of Jasmine kissing Jafar under his spell would surface and feel…interesting. When my mom caught me in this act, she asked me why I was doing what I was doing. I pondered the question for a long while, and finally answered that it gave me a tickly feeling. I told her that I thought about Jasmine and Aladdin on a carpet ride, because how could I explain what I was thinking? I imagined Jasmine hypnotized, Jasmine being forced to do the splits by a machine, Jasmine being put under Jafar's spell and coerced into kissing him in front of Aladdin.

REPOST: [m/f] Met a girl on match and fucked her the next night. (Really long)

So this is a story about a girl I met on match……………

This was previously posted as a two-part story but I wanted to repost as a single story. Also, after re-reading the story, my hazy memory blurred a couple of our times together and made things a little out of sequence. This is super duper long but hopefully worth it. Enjoy!

Anyway, she was tall, strong, and a little wild. We went out on one date. The next day I was supposed to go out another date with another girl but she cancelled sometime during the day. So I called this girl that night and asked her to come over and eventually, she let me have my way with her.

Starting Without Me?

You weren’t expecting me home, especially this early. As I quietly creep in the front door all the kids are asleep in the living room, some cartoon movie is playing on the TV. I’m careful not to wake them up. I’m amazed at the fact that you aren’t passed out on the couch with them. As this thought crosses my mind I get to the hall and notice our bedroom door is closed. I assume you must be taking a bath or something, something isn’t right. As I approach the door I can hear the TV is on but it’s barely audible from the hallway. I slowly crack the door open once again assuming you are sleeping. I can tell the bathroom light is on and I can hear some familiar moans and groans coming from the TV. Then I notice those familiar moans and groans are coming from the bed. You’re oblivious to my presence. I slide through the door and quietly close and lock it. You have some blankets bunched up on the side of the bed blocking my view. As I move over in front of my closet the view completely changes. You are lying on the bed, nude, spread out. Your right hand is locked onto your breast your fingers play lightly over your nipple. Your left hand is wrapped around the base of your blue vibrator. As you lower it towards your obviously soaked pussy I can see it is already wet with your juices. I can hear your fingers go through the buttons as its unmistakable hum gets a little louder. On the TV one of our porn movies is playing, but the TV isn’t what you’re paying attention to at this point. Finally the fat blue tip touches the inside of your thigh just below your pussy. You flinch and moan a little at the contact. You slowly move it up along the fold at the top of your leg then across to your sensitive clit. You shudder intensely for a moment and I can see your fingers dig into your breast. You move the vibrator down unable to stand the sensation for very long. Or maybe it’s to prolong the experience, either way I’m probably enjoying myself as much as you are. You carefully work the vibrator up and down your slit. Oh so achingly slow you move it up and down, moaning every time you reach the top, only to start the journey back down. Finally you pause for a moment at the bottom of your stroke. It feels as if this moment is taking days. You slowly start to push the broad head in. You arch your back and moan loudly, you don’t have a care in the world other than that vibrator. You are completely free of guilt or self conciousness; you are in a state of relaxation and nirvana that I’ve never seen you in. Slowly you work it in, wiggling your hips, arching your back, your right hand reaching, grasping, reaching again, you’re whole body is constantly in motion. At last you seem to have reached a point you are content with. The rabbit ears are wiggling perilously close to your clit, but you refuse to let them make contact. I see your fingers searching the buttons again. You finally find the one that sets the head in motion. Round and round it goes, your moans get a little louder and your entire body writhes with more intensity and purpose. In and out you start to move the blue toy, not all the way in either direction but just a little, your hips humping down onto it to make up for some of the motion. Suddenly something on the TV behind me flashes and the room lights up, this somehow catch your attention and pulls you out of your trance. When you look up at the TV you see me standing there. I see a look of panic cover your face then instantly dissolve into the look of a master seductress. I’ve never seen that look in your eye before. Your right hand had grabbed a blanket but drops it before it makes it over your naked sweating body. You scoot over towards the corner of the bed by the dresser. Your hand never leaves the vibrator and the vibrator never left your pussy. In fact I notice you are already back at work. “I’ve already started, care to join me?” you nod to the opposite corner of the bed by the computer desk. I immediately begin to remove my shirt, as I pull it over my head I see you looking at me. You’re looking at me like I’m a giant piece of meat there purely for your use and pleasure. I like that look. I quickly discard the rest of my clothes onto the floor and start to climb up the foot of the bed. As I reach the top I immediately start crawling towards you, reaching out and caressing your smooth calf. I look up at you and you stare at me lustfully, slowly and surprisingly shaking your head back and forth. “No, you go over there.” You say nodding again towards the opposite corner of the bed. Now I catch your drift, slowly I back away and into the corner. On one hand I’m a little disappointed I’m not joining in your festivities. On the other you’ve now closed your eyes and tilted your head back. You don’t need me right now. I lean back against the wall and watch as you continue to stroke the vibrator in and out of your dripping pussy. I can’t help but to start slowly stroking myself while watching you. After a few moments you open your eyes and see what I’m doing, you smile and continue watching me. I reach under the mattress and pull out a small bottle. You moan as I slowly pour a little of the slippery liquid over the head of my cock. My hand is now sliding effortlessly up and down my shaft. I put the bottle down and with my other hand start to play with my balls. You move your right hand back to your breast in response, tweaking and pulling on your nipple.
You motion for me to give you the bottle, I pick it up and toss it across the bed to you. You open it and pour a little on each breast, slowly rubbing it in to each. The light shines off your body now where the lube drips down your skin. You take the bottle and pour a little of it just above your mons. You slowly lower your hand and begin to rub the liquid into your pussy. You moan loudly sliding the vibrator in and out faster and faster.
On the opposite side of the bed I’m picking up tempo as well. We’re both staring intently at each other now. It’s killing me not to jump over to you, but I’m enjoying your show too much to interrupt. I’m hoping you’re enjoying mine as well. Just as that thought goes through my head you close your eyes and throw your head back. Your body starts to tense up. One had busy on the vibrator, the other rapidly rubbing your clit. Your breasts shine in the light. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” you moan loudly. Your entire body tenses then shakes in one gigantic release, your breathing deep and loud. Your right hand is clutching the pillow, your left hand slows and finally stops moving. As you slowly withdraw the vibrator you look back down at me with a devilish grin. You still have that look in your eye as you start to sit up looking as if you want to come over to me. You don’t have the chance as you stare at me I start to twitch and spasm as my orgasm consumes me. As I’m coming down from my high you crawl over and slide your body over mine, everything is tingling and I feel every inch of you. You slide up and kiss me deeply. “Welcome home baby, sorry I couldn’t wait for you.” You whisper. “That’s fine, you waited long enough for me.” I respond. With that we kiss again, roll over to the center of the bed. You look up at me still completely relaxed and still with a look in your eye I’ve never seen. I guess it’s time for round two now.

[M]y [f?]irst time at a gloryhole

I've been really horny for a couple of weeks now, but have basically satisfied myself with porn and my own two hands. Today, I got a little crazy and made my first visit to a gloryhole.

This all came about because of my longstanding habit of scouring craigslist and backpage for spank material. In the past, I've chatted with people and even met up a couple times – including a few paid encounters.

A couple days ago, one add caught my attention. Someone claiming to be a traveling foreigner, visiting my city for the first time for a week, and offering a gloryhole blow and go. I've always wanted to try this, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity. The post seemed legit – lots of detail, some clear instructions on what was being offered and what was expected.

On the way to work this morning, I texted. My heart was in my throat most of the day. I actually kept my phone in my backpack, worried that one of my co-workers would catch a glimpse of a text setting this up. I was so nervouse, I wasn't sure I'd be able to go through with it.

My first sexual experience with another man left me wanting more [M/M]

Last weekend my group of friends all got together for barbeque and beer night which was being held at Zach's house this week (fake name for post). Out of the group Zach was the gay one and never tried to hide his attraction to me. He knew I wasn't going to give in but he would flirt with me regardless which I honestly never minded.

Recently just fantasizing about another guy wasn't enough, I wanted it for real and that's when I realized that I could have it for real the next day. All the next day and throughout the barbecue the only thing on my mind was Zach. Later that night after every one drank themselves into oblivion only myself ahs Zach were awake. He went into the kitchen to clean and I decided to go for it.

I walked into the kitchen and watched him for a minute trying to settle the butterflies in my stomach. I walked up behind him and he turned around to face me. "Can I trust you to keep a secret?" I asked him. He looked at me strange but said I could trust him so I leaned in and started kissing him. His initial shock was quickly cast aside and he began kissing me back. We made out in the kitchen for awhile until I stopped and took a few steps back. "What's wrong?" He asked me.

The Big Admission – Sex Addiction (Taken from my blog, confessions of a sexaholic)

Well hello world. This is my first Blog. I have no idea how it works so I will wing it for now and learn as I go along.

First off let me introduce myself (although I am staying somewhat anonymous due to the nature of my stories) I would like to give you a little insight in to my world before I corrupt you all with my confessions (Names and locations will be changed but the content of the stories are 100% true).

My name is Donna and I am a Sexaholic. This has only come to light recently (at the tender age of 32) due to me finally realising I'm not just your average slut. I have seeked out help for this addiction (a sex therapist) but have yet to go to any sessions so I'd thought it best that I write about my 'experiences' before I am possibly cured.

So…let's begin.

crossdress fantasy leads to popped cherry [m/m]

As a teenager, I had a grown from admiring and jerking off to hot girls in porn, to slowly becoming jealous of them wanting to BE them, instead of wanting to fuck them. This fantasy grew into some experiments with lipstick, panties, and stockings during my later teens – but never more than that. However – everytime I jerked it to porn- i was picturing myself as a girl on her knees sucking dick and getting fucked.

one summer evening, my little fantasy got the best of me – I was slipped into the lace panties I had hidden in my room and pleasured myself watching a girl get fucked – pretending in my mind I was her.

After my session – I decided to go out to the bar with some buddies and forget about my secret slutty desires. After a few drinks I got bored with bar scene and decided to text a gay guy I had met a few days before.