Family camping trip

## Introduction:

Hands pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked out the small net window over my head, it was not full daylight, but quickly dawning. The hands on my back pushed again, with more urgency, I rolled over to face my sister. “What the hell are you doing in my bed?” was the first thing she said.
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We settled into the sleeping bags, both of us on our stomachs, I had a book I was going to read but she just laid her head on the pillow watching me. I rolled to my back and held the book so the pages would catch the weak light from the battery lamp. My sister Helen flipped to her side away from me as if to sleep. We were on a family camping trip; mom, dad, me and my sister and our golden lab Screwball, AKA ‘Screw’. At that moment Screw was lying on my feet at the bottom of my bag. I tried to kick him off to move to Helen’s bed but he wouldn’t budge, my feet were pinned to the ground by the 70-pound dog. I was 18 at the time and my sister was quickly approaching 16 but since we only had two tents, I was forced to take Helen into one with me, our parents required their privacy. This had been the sleeping arrangements for years and they gave no thought to the fact I was pretty much an adult. I was going to have to spend four nights with my baby sister in the same space, I would have to be damn careful if I jacked off.

Muslim Freshman Does Anything to Join University Newspaper [FMF][Humiliation]

Rhea sat nervously patient as the two managing editors of State University’s newspaper reskimmed her resume. The brown freshman adjusted her hijab, calmly confident that her High School extracurriculars would be enough to land her an editor position at the prestigious paper, the first jumping point for her journalistic career.

Rhea’s crossed arms pushed out her medium-sized chest bound by a yellow floral dress. Her shapely bottom squashed against the chair seat, and her constant jittery crossing and uncrossing of her legs caused a distracting squeaking.

“Impressive. I can’t find anything on here that wouldn’t fast-track you into our opening arts desk position.” Alexandra passed Rhea’s resume back. The Korean junior had a pale diamond face, her black hair pulled back in a ponytail behind her glasses. She wore a professional woman’s suit and was thinner than Rhea. “We’ll move onto the next stage of the interview if that’s all right.”

“Of course,” answered Rhea. She sized up Alexandra’s co-editor, the silent but kind-faced Charles. The blind senior took a much more relaxed stance to the office’s attire, repping jeans and a ratty band tee.

“We’re a big, happy family here at the paper,” Alexandra continued. “Are you enjoying your time on campus so far?”

My Childhood Friend [Female POV/Wholesome]

It all started back in middle school. I met Yuri in the 7th grade. We were paired for a year in our science class, and we’ve been friends ever since. We’ve both seen each other grow. He’s pretty much stayed the same though, the same computer nerd who’s always enthusiastic about the things he enjoys and what others enjoy. He’s just a really sweet guy. Me on the other hand, I used to be a shy and awkward girl. I stood out but didn’t. I was friendly with a lot of people, but I didn’t consider them friends. I shared a lot of interests with Yuri though. I love prog metal, he loves prog metal. I practice daily with my kendama, he does the same with his yoyo. I love video games, he’s made several. I have weird pets, and whenever he’s over, they’d rather cling to him than me. I even remember how we’d always make ugly faces when texting each other. At the time, I didn’t really consider myself all that pretty, so I was surprised when Yuri called me cute despite the ugly face I just sent him.

The lioness finds her predator [bdsm]

“Wanted, a dominant male.” she posted on a premium dating website, and then drew a long drag on her cigar. She looked around her plush office, surrounded by industry accolades, and business awards. She was on the forty under forty list of two power lists, and an unopened envelope on her table was the invite to a black tie event where she was going to be awarded entrepreneur of the year. Businesswoman par excellence, she was what they called a real ‘nut crushing cock blocking bitch’. She loved being the alpha woman, now as she sat in her black power suit, nails and shoes in scarlet , she sat answering some of her multiple mails, her fingers flashing with diamonds, diamonds that were worth a year’s salary of her top managers.

Diamonds were a girl’s best friend, but she wanted more, and what she wanted she got.

She had started her own media company, had divorced her high school sweetheart, and then gone on to build another two companies in the last two years.

[FM] First Unprotected Creampie (impregnation fantasy)

Today’s story is from my year of bad dates, and bad decisions, the year I was 26. At some point, I think I’ll need to make a timeline for all my stories. This one takes place after Keith, the Bumble date with the rendezvous in the parking lot. This date was an absolute low.

I met Devaughn on Bumble. Really cute Black guy, tall fit, dark skin and deep voice. But also, kind of uninspired. Had a kid but wasnt involved in their life, drove a bus and lived in it up until a few months before we met. He was 39, a lot older than any guy I had ever dated. Just kind of not the type of guy I saw myself wanting a long term relationship with.

Nonetheless, I met up with him. I was just experimenting at this point, and if I got fucked after a date, I considered it a win. I had just lost enough weight to consider myself cute, with enough of an ass to make me an asset to any ass man. Light caramel skin (Rihanna style), curly hair down to my waist. Brown eyes that could “read your soul” (not my words).

I [23M] invite a [18F] Cockney Sparrow round for some fun

There was a time when I was innocent, that was 20 years ago and this story harks back to “only” 10 years ago. I was familiar with the online world having frequented various (innocent) chat rooms since I became a teen spanning from the first foray into talking with people I could never have hoped to have known in real life up til this point where online hookups were commonplace but still pre-Whisk(other dating apps are available.)

It was my last year in university and I had just finished the last of my exams, the house was still contracted to us for another week but my housemates, both male, had already moved out. Bored and not wanting to waste my last week I decided to see what the chat rooms held. Booting up my laptop I went to the last place I remember having multi-age group chats and found a small somewhat quiet chat, probably less than 10 people and obviously the site was dying away to the variety of app based chats available.

[MF] My Tamil FWB

This is a brief account of my time at 26 y/o with my Tamil fwb. It lasted for a year, and it was fantastic.

I met her on adultfriendfinder. She was on there because she was Tamil, traditional home life and all that (if you are Brown then you know!) but this was also a Tamil woman in Toronto in the mid 2000s. So if you know that time and why it was significant for Tamil people….Anyway.

She was curious. Curious about being with a white guy but had to keep it secret as she didn’t want her family to know.

So we are chatting on the messenger and finally I get her email. We have been chatting for a couple days. Nervous about meeting. Knowing the air of sex was in play. She was with only 1 other guy, a brown guy and she said he wasn’t that big and he came too fast and that was it (a shame for her first time). So I tried my best to reassure her and also turn her on through message to the point where she agreed to meet me.

Was this a threesome? [Group] [MMM]

When thinking about writing about this event, I became a little unsure if I should share it. I’ve never discussed my bisexuality in public before, and I’m old enough to remember the stigma that being gay has meant for so many men of my generation and before. Even now I want to preface this with “But I prefer women…” as if that’s anyone’s business. Anyway, this is a story from an experimental period I went through a few years ago. It’s purely guy-on-guy-on-guy. Enjoy.

I answered an ad on doublelist from a guy that wanted to watch another man masturbate. I figured why not? Having an audience is fun. He replied quickly, starting the typical dialogue for these types of things. His place was on my way to work, and I could spare the time that morning, so I agreed to stop by. There wasn’t really a promise of anything more than me stroking for him, but I was ok with that. Masturbation is fun! 

Dogging diary

It was a very warm summers night. I’d decided to drive down to the local dogging spot around 8pm. The spot consists of a lay-by and an isolated road, which has a nature reserve half way down and becomes a dead end in the middle of a farmer’s field.
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I parked up half way down the road and released my cock from my jeans. I had become rather horny on the drive to the spot, thinking about the concept of what I had discovered in recent weeks. A few tugs in the right direction and my cock now stood proud at its full 8.5 inches. I pushed my seat back to create some leg space and spread myself out so that my balls could swing free from my thighs. Cupping them with my free hand as I started to pay my cock head some attention with my finger tips.

As I swept my thumb over my cock slit, a thick string of Pre cum separated itself from its hole and glistened as I snatched it into my fingers. I pulled them to my mouth and licked it off. I was so horny. Parked up in the car, in public, with the chance of being watched or even played with by complete strangers. The taste of the Pre cum on my tongue increasing the sensation of my throbbing member in my palm.

[FM] The First Man to Make Me Cum (Part 2)

“I want to fuck you on this couch, if that’s alright with you.”

We left off with Laith and I on the couch, right after he made me come with some pretty amazing oral sex. He had me straddling him as he sat on the couch. I was naked, and Laith was shirtless. His grey sweatpants did little to hide his dick, which was hard and pressed against his leg. They were also covered in a fair bit of my cum, where my wet pussy was pressed up against him. We made out for a bit, me slowly grinding my hips. I may have only had sex once before, but I was a natural at dancing, and it came in handy.

Honestly, I wasn’t experienced at all, and Laith knew that. But I felt like I had something to prove, so I kissed Laith slow and deep, and then got down on my knees. I slowly started to rub his dick through his sweatpants, and he let out a groan. Using one hand I traced around his dick with my fingertips, paying special attention to the head. I was honestly doing this to amp myself up more than anything, but Laith was getting harder beneath my fingers.