[MFM] pre-covid meet up with a friend from a previous orgy. (London) [LONG]

Disclaimer: this happened in Feb 2020 before COVID ruined everything. Photos were posted on our page around the time it happened, and the story of the previous orgy is also on our page.

Couple: S (F) and B [M]
Friend: T (M)

After many months of trying to arrange a foursome or threesome it was finally D Day. We arrived in London, checked into the hotel and eagerly arrived at the bar about 20 minutes before our agreed meeting time and the nerves were high.
That particular night there was a 2 for 1 on cocktails which helped loosen S up and calm any nerves. T arrived and there was a bit of general chit chat and catching up on both couple sexual exploits since the last meet 2 years previous. As the drinks flowed it was clear S was more than at ease and everybody was more than game for an evening of fun. S ran to the bathroom with a plan in mind. Previously having sex S & B had talked about fantasies involving taking off her panties in public, so S took off her thong in the bathroom and put it into Bs pocket as she returned to the table.
B suggested he go to the bar for a whiskey so S & T took this as their invitation to leave.

[MF] First Anal Sex with My Wife

I’ll start by saying two nights ago was one of the greatest nights I’ve ever had (sexually) and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it for more than a few minutes at a time.

I lost my virginity about 13 years ago. Ever since I first went through puberty and started watching porn, my greatest sexual fantasy was to have anal sex. The thought of being inside a woman’s ass has always turned me on more than just about anything, but I’ve never been with a partner who was interested and willing.

I got married a few years back and have been with my wife for several years before that. I’ve brought up anal to her a few times throughout our relationship so far, and she expressed that it’s something she’s never been interested in but also said “maybe one day, we’ll see.” I completely respect that and had pretty much accepted that I was probably never going to try anal sex, and that’s ok.

Dear Diary – Part One

***This is my diary with diary entries 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. These are my fantasies and thoughts, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

Dear Diary,

I am very much an enigma of a human being and I am sure that it all somehow connects and makes sense but even if not, this is going to be a sex diary about me. My psychology, sexual thoughts, fantasies, and my curiosities surrounding these.

I love my husband. I have the best human on this planet as a partner. We are sexually, mentally and emotionally in sync, most of the time. (I won’t pretend that we are rainbows and butterflies, no real relationship is. But… we are both in it and committed). However, he is a lot more vanilla then me sexually. He always makes sure I get off, usually first too. However, he isn’t comfortable “hurting” me or playing into those fantasies. He likes willing and able, dirty and hot sex. I simply love sex, I’m so many forms, including the way he loves it.

Visiting the Cabin Alone (CNC) – Part One

***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. ☺️***

I needed to get some alone time in nature so I decided to go up to my sisters cabin for the weekend. It was a nice little secluded place in Wyoming with no service. A perfect place to read a book and relax the mind. I packed my bags and put them in the car, excited for the weekend ahead of me.

Blackmail 02 – An Unlikely Scenario (F, blackmail, fiction)

Have I ever mentioned I hate feeling hopeless?

Right now I feel like I’m stuck in between a rock and a hard place.

The rock being the material my mysterious blackmailer has on me.

The hard place being my blackmailer.

If only I had a cleaner past I wouldn’t be in this situation but life comes at you.

Shortly after high school and before college I got myself into the wrong crowd which led me into stripping which helped pay for a lot of my schooling when I decided to go to college and teach.

That led me into getting noticed by people who introduced me into doing porn and making more money.

Though they tried to get me addicting to drugs so I’d be more dependent on their ‘generosity’ but it didn’t work.

Drugs were never my vice.

But tattoos…..oh god. That’s a vice in itself. Once I got talked into my first tattoo I got the itch to get more and more.

That and sex.

Between the large amounts of money between stripping and porn I was able to answer two of my vices. Sex and tattoos.

My [F]latmate Orla tells me about her [FF] experience with her [F]riend Ciara

*As opposed to my other stories, I wasn’t the protagonist in this one but the story is too hot to remain unshared with you guys. I heard this story in two parts, one as a flippant “this happened” and then again in a little more detail. I am going to take creative license here and tell it as though I heard it whole. Orla didn’t tell the story in a way to turn me on, more to inform. Therefore I will also take creative license to embellish the eroticism slightly for your benefit!*

*As with all my stories, we will set the scene first and have some intros so find these guys* *********** *to skip to the sexy bits.*

Way back in 2007 I moved in with Orla. We were friends since childhood and had recently become really good friends (never any funny business, more of a good buddy relationship). Orla was your classic ugly duckling story. Chubby kid who lost the puppy fat and turned into a stunner. Petit body, fit, this was the noughties so no big ass to speak of but big boobs for her frame. Stunning smile.

I [M] Solo Encounter

I’m not too good at titles yet so please forgive me in advance.

If you read my previous post where I potentially may have been seen masturbating by my neighbor, it had me thinking about the other various times when I may have been seen. I’m going to recant one story and, pending responses, I may continue posting the others.

Before the pandemic, I used to frequently travel for work. And, probably like many of you who may read this, when I’m alone in a hotel I tend to pass time time exploring my horny side. One night, I was staying in a hotel and I just couldn’t sleep, partly because of jet lag but also because I just wanted to get off.

The layout of the room was standards, king bed, entertainment stand, nice bathroom but the window was like a box so you could stand directly in the space and the window would wrap you with a pane on the right, in front, and on the left like a box. So, it was the middle of the night and i decided to just be in the room naked. I would just slowly rub on my dick looking at porn on my phone. I elected to go to the window naked to see if I could see anything. I wasn’t doing anything initially but just looking out into the city and wondering what others may be doing. (Reading these encounters, I always wondered who may be doing things in other rooms)

I [M] watched a couple [MF] have sex for the first time

This was a few years ago, I watched a couple around my age have sex. It started around the time I was just looking for something new, something interesting. I wasn’t dating anyone and porn was loosing it’s effectiveness. I didn’t feel like spending money at an AMP. While using a combination of websites, I come across a post that motioned watching a couple have sex. It was a straight forward along the lines of “Watch me fuck my pregnant wife” – I was intrigued. They were within my city so I sent them a message and went about my day. Eventually, I get a reply asking for my deets and we began the back and forth process. We messaged at first, and then we exchanged numbers. As we texted, mainly though myself and the guy (who was either the boyfriend or husband) it started to look more and more like real thing. I was excited, and roaring to go. A day was picked to meet up after an exchange of pictures.

I let my boyfriend fuck another girl in front of me and I eat her out [FFM]

“Babe, this girl said I’m allowed to grab her ass. Can I?” Jesse says rushing over to you through the lights in the trees in the backyard.

“What?? Um no, that’s weird. Everyone knows you’re here with your girlfriend and they’d think you were a cheating asshole.” You raise your eyebrows playfully.

He goes back over to the group he was chatting with while you stay with yours. You see her standing there laughing and touching his arm. She’s about your height but even curvier. Short brown hair, dark eyes, side shave, piercings. She’s definitely hotter than you.

You’re a little jealous, but you always think it’s hot to watch him flirt. He knows it and leans in to whisper something in her ear.

You turn back to your group of mostly fighters’ girlfriends and continue making small talk.

“Like oh my god, can you believe Raheem lost his Bellator fight?” girl 1 says.

“No, I totally thought he had that. Wait, Kat, wasn’t Jesse training him?” girl 2 says.

“Yeah, for a while, but he ended up switching gyms. I think they had some type of disagreement.” you say.

Second sight – Ede Baby – Inside the Submissive Mind

It had been several months and I hadn’t heard anything, and I never really expected to hear anything. I woke up that morning, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and got back in bed – lazy Sunday. I watched the news and checked my phone when the text message came through. “Hi x,” it read. My heart fluttered. I was shocked, surprised, but mostly I was excited because I’d been craving his touch for nearly 8 months. I first met him while he was with another sub. She was beautiful, but she was harsh. I struggled to get along with her, and he struggled to maintain both relationships. So getting this message was a welcome surprise.

There was a lot we needed to discuss so I gave him a call. His voice was warm and inviting, just as I remembered it. We caught up, chatted about boring life things, and he apologized. I appreciated this more than anything because showed me that he cared enough to come back and mend the relationship. I was looking forward to seeing him again but more importantly I was dripping with excitement to FINALLY play again.