My 4 year affair continued. [M] 18 – [F] 36.

This is a continuation from where I left off. It contains the first time I cumed with Jenny and the first time inside her along with mutual and self-gratification.

So there we were, Jenny would be in my bed before work and we were fucking. Still, for whatever reason, I couldn’t manage to cum. No matter how long we would be fucking.

Nothing was said directly but I could tell that was getting to her. “I wonder why you can’t cum?” she would ask with a touch of disappointment. “You deserve to cum. I want to make you cum.”

But fair was fair, I wasn’t making her cum on the regular.

Whatever the issue was it was fun trying. In the meantime I took matters into my own hands, so to speak.

After fucking and I got her off as best I could. It was my turn.

I kissed her deeply and withdrew my cock and rolled next to her. Side by side we kissed. Her tender hand grabbed my cock and jerked it. I fondled her tight arse and pulled it closer so I could feel the heat from her pussy. We continued to kiss.

I will never [f]orget how [m]y text buddy taught me how to like dicks

Right on start I should say that nature did absolutely everything to make me not like a dicks in general. Overall, I have absolutely nothing against it! I like them. I could have billions sex toys but I would still replace them with a dick in a second.
Buuuut I really suck at a blowjob…

Why? There is several reasons.
Firstly, I am demisexual. The random porn and things around it do nothing to me. I could watch people fuck each other and I would just giggle over the silly dialogues. So whenever happened that somebody wanted to impress me (not like I asked) and sent me d-pic. I was just “why”?
Well…to be fair, d-pics actually awoke some reaction in me. And that’s the point number two. I am extremely shy. So whenever I hear or see something naughty I actually panic, get all red and laugh. So if there is some explicit sex scene in the show I am covering my nose and mouth with a blanket, giggle out of panic and at the same time focusing on some pretty detail like lingerie or questioning if such position would be actually comfortable. Honestly I am not even able to have sex conversation in the real life. I can’t even say dick in my own language aloud. There are even words I can’t even write in English how vulgar they sound to me.

[FM] The time I cheated on my boyfriend with a BBC at a frat party

Apologies for the incredibly bland title!

So this story happened last year in the Spring semester of college, back when social distancing just meant staying away from the person at the party that looks like they’ve had one too many.

I think a lot of the reason i’m posting this, and why i’m posting it here, is because this is one of the few times in my life that i’ve actually felt like a slut – something I usually try to stay away from (no offense!) Another large event that has had a massive impact on my free time has been the current global pandemic, which has left me with a lot of time to write, fantasize and reflect.

Finally, I feel kinda obligated to say that I love my boyfriend very much and that most of the time he’s a really great (and sweet!) guy and I really should feel bad about all of this. There was a large amount of time after this all happened that I *did* feel bad about this – but that was B.C. – before COVID. Now it’s become one of my go to fantasies.

Anyways, with that all out of the way…

New Girl At the Office

I had been working at the office for a couple of years at that point. I was basically the only girl who made it past the two year mark, according to my boss, Mark. In hindsight, it was kind of weird thing to say out loud.

“Becca, you’re a trooper,” he would always say. What a great way to give someone a compliment without actually meaning it.

It was an ok job, but it was just that. A job. I was a good employee, but I had no motivation to find anything else. Between that and the fact that people kept quitting, I had great job security. People would get hired, and then after a few months of being tragically underpaid, they’d get bored or complacent, and then leave for greener pastures. Personally, I just didn’t care enough. I made enough money to pay my bills and buy what I wanted. Any job more demanding would make me want to kill myself. Any job paying less would make me want to kill myself.

Owning My Sub Mentally and Physically [MF]

To preface this, we’re FWB who agreed on freeuse and CNC policies. When this happened, this was before the lockdown and she was staying at my place.

I was texting someone for a potential hook up and we started exchanging pics and that left me really horny. Coming back home from work I decided to surprise my friend. I arrive, seeing her in nothing but panties and one of my tank tops. I gave her a surprise by ripping her panties off and started eating that pussy till she came. I had a hard on from making her cum so I jerk off until I cum onto the floor and ordered her to lick it up. My cock, finally softened, let’s its piss out all over her head and back while she licked up my cum. With her body kneeled over to lick up my cum and covered in my piss, I spread that sweet asshole and pound it hard. I hear her whimper a little, so I pound it harder to the point that her hips are slamming against the floor, splashing in my piss. I stop, lifted up her head and gave her a deep kiss. I told her, “no matter what you think you are, you’ll always be a set of holes to help me cum”. I walk to the bathroom, blast porn loudly and finally cum again to it. Emphasizing that she is you just a set of holes.

Alone time- a woman’s first experience of masturbating [F] [mast]

It had been such a long week in work. I was up to my eyes every day, but Friday was the worst day by far. Everything that could go wrong did. So by the time I got home I was wrecked, all I wanted to do was sit down and watch a good film and have a few drinks with my husband. I had gotten us a Chinese takeaway and a few bottles of wine on my way home. When I got in I left the bags on the table and ran upstairs to change into my pj’s . I called out to my husband to put the food out but there was no answer. When I came back down stairs I found a note on the table. It was from Tom, it said that he had to go out with clients for the night and that I wasn’t to wait up.

I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it, I’d just have to drink all the wine by myself. So I put some of the food onto a plate and opened the wine. I poured myself a big glass of it and went into the sitting room to watch a nice chick flick and enjoy my meal.

Accident in bus. (18+) [MF]

This is a bit long, so bear with me. Also, if you want to read more of my escapades, do check my profile.

I don’t know how or when it started but ever since I was a kid, it somehow got impressed in my mind that Muslim girls are especially slutty, maybe it something I had watched in movies or heard some elders talking about in my community but it left an impression on me and as I started growing up and coming into the age when I started to notice girls, Muslim girls seemed especially sexy and porn worthy to me(which I was introduced to at an very early age) and they were a part of many of my fantasies, some in which I was fucking one or multiple Muslim girls who were either wearing a burkha or hijab. This is about one experience I shared with a Muslim girl, Hiya, when I was in school, which started with an accident.

Taken Part Three

***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. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I’m laying on the cold cement floor, my arms are throbbing from the restraints that have been on for what feels like forever and I can’t open my mouth or eyes due to the cum and piss covering them. It feels like I have been laying here for hours, they’re starting to dry. I hear the door open and footsteps coming towards me but they proceed past me. I hear water running. You untie next entirely and drag me to the bathtub and put me in. “Clean up and then we will go over a few things.”

That time I won a prize [MF]

I’ve had a few fairly long term relationships, most with a generally decent sexual component. Just after the break-up with a long term post high school gf (and after an almost unbroken 7 month dry spell that had been preceded by almost daily sexual activity) I was approached by someone in a college class I had. Melissa, physically, was the polar opposite of my ex, with D-cup breasts and a decent ass. She was a little chubby, but that didn’t bother me, as, when in college, I wasn’t the most outgoing person, and the combination of the dry spell and the fact that she approached me led to a frankly not great in any way relationship.

Anyway, the sex was…fairly vanilla, as I was (and presumably still am) more experimental than her and willing to try new things, both in and out of bed. The “kinkiest” thing she would do is ask me to rent some porn from the local video store for us to watch together (damn I’m old). And she would get invested in the story.

Food + Sex and the City – Free Use Slut/Escort to my Friend’s Dad – Part 6 [FM]

*This continues directly from Part 5. I don’t expect Part 7 until next week.*

We fell asleep spooning each other. Last thing I remember was his hand cupping my right tit. We were both up early Saturday morning. I jerked him off slowly as we cuddled with my head on his chest. We didn’t say a word. I could do this forever I thought to myself. His dick was perfect. Load. Length. Load. Girth. Load. Especially load. Did I mention load?

His breathing was getting labored so I stopped. “I don’t want my breakfast like this” Kissed his cheeks and went to the bathroom.

I started brushing my teeth. He walked up behind me and slid his dick in between my legs. I reached down with my free hand, held him tight to my pussy and gave him a pussy slide. In my euphoria I forgot I was brushing and realized only when I accidentally swallowed a little bit. I immediately spit and rinsed. Coughing a little. He kept up the pussy slide. Our bodies slapping against each other.

I knelt and he pushed me away. He went straight up to the counter leaving me no room to reach his dick. I tried several positions and nothing was comfortable.