[MF] Valentine’s Day Weekends Ends in Multiple Orgasms

This is a true story from a few weekends ago.

Let me start off with a little background before Valentine’s Day. I wanted to do something for my wife for Valentine’s Day that she would love. I love making her happy and it will better my chances of ending the night with sex, and not the usual 5 minute married sex where you try to cum before your kids bother you, but the sex like we had in college. As we have kids, I thought a weekend away from the kids along with shopping and a really nice dinner was the perfect recipe for my wife. I found a nice hotel in a great shopping area with many shops in walking distance. Reservations were then made at the nicest restaurant in town. Now on to Valentine’s Day.

I had someone lined up to watch the kids for the weekend so once they arrived, we departed. She hates driving so I made sure I drove to increase my wife’s happiness level. We get to the hotel and just lay and talk for a few minutes, which was nice as we usually have the kids running around. To paint you a picture, she was wearing a nice sweater which covered her amazing boobs (D cup) and yoga pants. I don’t get a chance to see her in yoga pants often so I was definitely checking her out and already getting turned on. She has the type of curvy ass that makes yoga pants every guy’s favorite pair of pants.

Reminiscing: My college days hooking up with men twice my age [FM]

“I never thought I’d get so lucky to date a cutie like you.”

During our brief date, he licked his lips and looked into my eyes repeatedly — I liked the feeling of being so crassly desired. He was in his late 40s, possibly 50s, while I was a college senior. I thought I knew what he meant but, in retrospective, I didn’t. It’s just I was too horny to decide any better. My early adulthood was marked by hormonal episodes that made me crave sex permanently, and porn had ingrained in me the desire to be a slut. If I was going to put time into getting laid, I wanted to skip past the generic encounters.

The judgmental looks I got at the bar that day were part of the turn on: the women around me knew I would be giving my body to a man I had no legitimate business in dating.

I met him through one of my many postings on Craigslist.

As a moderately hot college student then, I have to say I had a surprisingly hard time finding sexual opportunities. Maybe I was too awkward, maybe I was too shy in person. He wasn’t particularly enticing; he just kept me engaged and followed through with meeting.

Taken by an old friend *CNC*

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

Him

She exits the building, eyes faced toward her phone as she heads in the direction of the walking path. She takes the same path every work day, twice a day weather permitting. Most of the time she goes alone, but occasionally someone will accompany her for their break as well. You can tell she feels safe here, in this area. She lets her guard down, focusing on her phone or listening to music with both her ear buds in. I’ve seen her do this walk a thousand times it seems and she is much more relaxed and unbothered than in unfamiliar places. This is definitely a possibility for where to take her but I risk her office members wondering where she went pretty quickly. I wouldn’t have as much time to get on the road as I would like.

When I [M] fucked the mature woman next door.

This happened a few years back right after I had graduated college. I Moved to a new city for work and got situated in my new apartment. I was 24 at the time, and my neighbor, Vanessa, was 45 at the time. She was a widow, her husband passed before I moved in but was much older than her. She was always very kind to me, and I to her, I would hell her with things around the apartment or Carey groceries for her, things were always very cordial and polite with just a slight hint of flirtation. I’m a runner, and apparently she was too, as we would see each other jogging from time to time, which eventually lead to our Sunday morning kings where we would go together then get coffee.

She was very fit, slender, about 5’5, maybe 120 pounds, with a nice cute butt and smaller breasts, and she was always dressed immaculately for these runs, always with a nice pair of leggings and a tight shirt or sports bra, and she had the best abs I’ve ever seen.

Now to the naughty part:

All day piss session (MF, piss, cumkiss, creampie cleanup, fiction)

My wife and I have been drinking each others piss for a while now. We decided it was time to play a game. We would try to go the whole day only pissing in each other’s mouths. We knew we would have all of Saturday to ourselves so we decided that this would be the day to try being each other’s piss pots all day long.

Friday night we started to prepare, the first thing we did was put on the waterproof sheets, just in case of an over flow. She likes how I taste when I drink green tea much more than when I drink beer so that evening I loaded as much as possible with green tea so that I would be full in the morning. She drank water all evening long. I was hard all evening in anticipation of the following day.

My little friend [Group] secret [FFF]

It’s a girl’s trip and we are on a weeklong vacation. Our Airbnb is in a quaint and secluded neighborhood with the backyard leading straight to the ocean. After a fun day of kayaking, we go straight to the beach to drink and share life stories. The moon is high and beautiful, winking at us from behind the clouds.

Eventually all six of us head inside. We are in dancing on tables mode – music is bumping from the speakers and we are singing, slapping each other’s asses, and dancing. I’m doing my classic move of twerking while crawling across the table, but my clumsy ass knocks over a glass and it shatters. Party’s over folks – the mom of the group is sweeping up the shards and I’m looking for a first aid kit to bandage up my foot where I stepped on some pieces.

Everyone besides M and K goes to bed and I’m still bandaging myself up. They’re helping me out in the bathroom, stroking my hair. Once I’m done I get up to go back to my room where I’m sleeping on the bottom bunk. But M grabs my arm and takes me to their room where they’re sharing a queen bed together (on trips like this we usually shared beds).

[MF] My Wife [33F] and I [31M] have an Open Masturbation Policy

My wife and I have an open masturbation policy in our house. Sometimes we masturbate without telling the other person even though they are usually home while other times the other person does know the other is masturbating. If the other person does know, they may or may not join in but will usually at least talk dirty to you while you masturbate or touch you. For example, she will grab my balls or help stroke my dick or I will suck on her tits or finger her while she uses a vibrator on her clit. More commonly, the other will also join in masturbating in the same room side by side which sometimes leads to giving oral, or escalating to sex. Other times we just make out or lay next to each other without talking and touch ourselves. We don’t even necessarily look at each other. Sometimes I am watching porn and she is either also watching or just face down in her pillow while masturbating. It is just so hot knowing my wife is masturbating next to me and I can watch while touching myself. She sometimes asks me what I like about the porn I am watching and I love explaining why it turns me on.

His Obsession with squirting

An ex of mine was obsessed with squirting. Like literally would not shut the fuck up about it. I told him when we met that I was a squirted. What he did not understand was that he ain’t have make me squirt kinda dick. He was nice in size and shape but all he would do is try and fuck like he saw in a porno.. it was painful so I’d fake an orgasm to get him to hurry up and finish.

So one day he pissed me off . I drank a shit load of water ate asparagus and peed all over his face when he was eating me out and told him I squirted. For 2 weeks straight all he wanted to do was eat me out so he could see me squirt. I never did tell him I just peed on him a lot.

[MF] How we roleplay and why he’s all I need

Hey everyone! I hope you’re all doing well. I’ve made several mentions to the fact that I do a lot of roleplay with my bf and we share fantasies with each other all the time, so I figured it’s time I get into the specifics.

Idk if this counts as a “story” so if not I’ll remove it.

So the main thing is it really depends on WHAT we’re roleplaying. There are many fantasies we have that we’d never do in real life. The biggest ones are rape and cheating. Call me cliche but yes, I absolutely have rape fantasies and love having consensual non consent (CNC) with my man. It’s the best!
His biggest fantasy revolves around cucking someone else and/or seducing a woman to cheat with him. We’ve combined this fantasy with CNC before and oh my god it was amazing! I’ll probably post about that someday too.

Aftercare is super important and something we make sure to do as well. For example, when we had the insane CNC I mentioned before, after a few minutes he came back into our room, acknowledged the scene was over, and climbed back into bed and cuddled me. We kissed and cried and told each other how much we love each other and a ton of sappy shit. And we always do stuff like that after roleplay. Make sure to reconnect with reality and with each other.

Sometimes you [F]uck your neighbors.

Sometimes you fuck your neighbors. That’s just a fact.

Hey, my name is Hannah and I am a slut. Right now I am a 25 year old grad student living in the southern US. I have really big tits for my size, a small but perky ass, and I am kinky as shit. Let me take you on a tour of my sexual past!

As much sex as I’ve had in my life, I actually kind of got off to a slow start. I grew up in a conservative household in the Sacramento area with a lot of very protective brothers and a lot of nosy friends and family who kept *very* close tabs on me. If I talked to the same boy for too long at a school function, you bet my parents would hear about it. That doesn’t mean it’d have a bad consequence, but bringing down their attention on me for every little thing I did certainly drove me into wild acts of rebellion any time I thought I could get away with it. Having to wear a uniform to school didn’t help either. Enter Michael. This story takes place my senior year of high school when I was 18.