This happened about about 3 years ago now when I was 22 and sometimes still have a hard time believing it happened. So s while ago I met my friend (not her real name) Anna at a burlesque show I went to at a venue near where I live. The show finished and she came out from back stage and told her that her performance was awesome and offered to buy her a drink. Still remember I got her a gin and tonic, and we became good friends.
Tag: Porn
I’m [M] straight but I met a stranger [M] to jerk off together
I’d like to start with some history that might explain why I eventually tried this out, but for those that just want to jump to the title story, it’s the section between the lines.
I’m in my 30s now, and I think my porn and masturbation experiences as a younger man were somewhat common at the time. I remember when my friend and I tried desperately to clearly see tits on the scrambled cable porn channels, or find someone who had HBO so we could watch Real Sex. Eventually we discovered (dial-up) internet porn, and I remember very late night chats on AIM or ICQ exchanging links. My friend eventually got broadband, and I remember staying over at his house frequently, and it would almost always turn into hours long porn surfing sessions. Of course we’d also talk about the women that we were interested in at the time. How hot they were, whether they might be interested in us, how far we’d gotten – normal stuff like that.
Massage Advice pt 2 – Massage & Videos [Massage]
This is the second of my responses to questions (and some comments) I have received about previous posts. Part one is linked at the bottom.
If you want to become a sensual massage maven, ignore all the videos on Pornhub, et al. Generally speaking, porn is at best a caricature of real life. With very few exceptions, the videos are staged or loosely scripted and in no way represent what happens in a quality sensual massage. A few examples:
First, women are (again, generally speaking) quite different from men. A woman will not typically try to have sex with you just because you rubbed some oil on her skin for a few minutes. I think that should be obvious. The larger point here, however, is that your objective in giving a sensual massage should not be to lure someone into sex. If that is why you are thinking about giving massages, please don’t. You will ruin it for yourself and make it more difficult for the rest of us.
Inexperienced Henry (M18) has a different kind of nurse (F34) checkup! PART 2 and 3!
(Please read part 1 first for the full story experience! If you have, you are free to continue!)
“Don’t worry. It will not hurt. I’ll just take a brief look at it.” She hums, her fingers peeling at the hem of his dark underwear. Henry’s chest rises high and falls hard.
She pulls down his boxers, the taught fabric gladly slipping away from the large tent pressing against them. As they melt down Henry’s hot skin, the nurse allows her allured eyes to roam. Only a peak, the nurse hums to herself. Only a peak, for now.
Henry was around 6.2 inches in length. A impressive length for a young man. The thickness was the nurse’s sole focus, Henry’s member seeming to hang heavy against his thigh. Heavy with what, the nurse dared to find out. The nurse observed he was also freshly shaven, tiny speckles of fair hair covering his crotch. The tip of Henry’s cock could be described as mushroom shaped, and was a similar hue to the hot flush dispersed against her cheeks. The material had not been pulled down enough for the nurse to gaze upon his balls, much to the nurse’s disappointment. Good job she liked surprises.
Part 3: The Optometrist visit that rocked my world [MF]
The Optometrist Part 3
I was flying high after I left the Optometrist office and almost floated home with a stupid grin on my face. My parents noticed that I was acting goofy and asked what was going on. I snapped out of it and just said I was glad to be getting glasses so I could see better. They weren’t convinced but dropped it and I went to my room and relived my experience with Dr. Robbins as I furiously jerked off imagining what I could do with her next time. I knew I had to be smart and not push too hard but also be bold because that had paid off quite well last time. I wasn’t sure she would let me fuck her but I was hoping to at least get a blowjob and to see her naked. I had gotten quite intimate with her tits which were amazing but I was fantasizing about her ass and knew that I had to see it naked and hoped to do more. Keep in mind that this was in the 90s and back then boobs were definitely more liked than asses, at least from what my friends and I talked about. I knew though that I wanted to get close to her ass. I blew my load thinking these thoughts and the memory of my cum blasting her chin from between her tits. I knew I would never forget that image because it was burned into my memory. All these years later, that is still in my spank bank.
Sharing my wife with two strangers for the first time.
This is a work of fiction. It will be told from the perspective of Jett. Jett is a skinny guy in his early thirties. His wife, Jane, late twenties, brunette. English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar errors.
Jane and I began dating when I was in high school and she was in middle school. Although we had split several times, she never dated/fucked/flirted with other guys besides me. However I did had sex and ocasional dates with other girls. After years of on and off, we decided to marry and we have been happily married for 2 years.
Now, having all those night in bed conversation, this subject was discussed. At first I could see it hurt her a bit. The next days I noticed that her sex drive had increased a lot. Morning blowjobs, fuck in the shower, night sessions that would go for an hour. A week ish after, the same convo rises. She says that she’s curious of what other men feel. I ask her what she means by this.
Wisconsin [F]s introduced [m]e to the world of sex.
I have to warn you, this is not an individual ‘gone wild’ story as much as it is the story of how I had finally ‘gone wild.’ I felt it belonged here because it is the truth – my truth. Rarely is the whole truth glorious. It is often embarrassing, regrettable, or possesses some element one would prefer to ignore or forget. The truth of my sexual development is no exception to that rule.
The fact is I was an extreme late bloomer. I was shy around girls in high school in the early-mid ’90’s. When I tried to talk to them I had no game. Even if I became friends with girls, I was never able to seal the deal and hook up. I played out the textbook psychological defense mechanisms like: having crushes on girls that I would have no chance of getting; the moment a girl expressed or indicated interest in me I’d assume there must be something wrong/unattractive about her; and adopting the ridiculous rule of only hooking up if/when I was in a committed relationship. Hell, I went to my senior prom with an old friend, and thinking back, I’m certain she would have hooked up with me had I made a move, but, of course, I was too much of a pussy.
Part 2: The Optometrist visit that rocked my world [MF]
Part 2: The return to the Optometrist
I spent the following week relentlessly fantasizing about and jerking off to Dr. Robbins. My poor cock was getting beaten like it owed me rent. I think during the week I was jerking off 3 to 4 times a day and the weekends were worse. I had to do something. I had to try. I mean she wasn’t offended when she saw my hard-on and she smiled at me after. She was the perfect woman to my hormone riddled teenage mind.
I even went to the drug store and tried different perfumes to see if I could find one like it but to no avail. I knew it was a combination of things that interacted with her body that made her smell that good. It couldn’t just be recreated. I finally realized that I was driving myself insane and had to do something. I wondered if I could get away with accidentally touching her. I mean the little room was dark and we would be so close together. It was reasonable that I may accidentally touch her while moving around to make myself comfortable. I didn’t know what I was going to do but I knew it was going to be something. This next visit was my only chance to be alone with her. If I didn’t do something, I would never really get another chance.
From Shy Roommate to Compulsive Cum Slut [MFF]
This happened to me in the summer of 2009 during the time I lived in Miami while going to grad school.
I met her (I will call her Kenzie) the first day of Spring class. She stood out to me the moment I saw her: very tall, long dark hair, perfectly straight down to her mid section. Her skin was milky white and she was very thin, with her eyes that were a piercing green through nerdy glasses. She had a bookworm kind of appearance. She had a cute upturned nose with freckles. She sat quietly like a without saying a word to anyone.
About a week in, we were assigned a group research assignment and Kenzie was in my group. We hit it off and she and within a couple of weeks we became friends. One day her lease was up for renewal, and I had an extra room across from mine in my apartment. I asked if she wanted to be my roommate and she agreed.
Consumed By Lust Part 1 [MF]
It was a hot and sticky afternoon and I decided to go to the nearby secluded pond for a swim. The summer days had gotten almost intolerable as the hot weather started early and lasted all day. Many mornings I would awake in bed completely drenched in sweat and even after a cold shower, I would be drenched in sweat in no time.
The pond had been a place of comfort to me when I wasn’t working or hanging out with my friends. The pond was usually completely free of other people when I went. Everyone mostly spent a majority of their time out at the lake. I enjoyed the lake myself but this pond was my place to completely unwind and cut loose.
I hopped into my beat-up Honda Civic and the trapped heat rushed to meet me. I let out a groan as my face ran with sweat. I let down all the windows in the car then I started it. I pulled out of my parent’s driveway and entered the road. I was working at a pizza restaurant and taking classes at the local community college while I lived at home. I wanted to save as much as I can for when I decided to move out.