Just before giving up… [FM][slow burn]

Claire sighed at the mirror in front of her as she went through the final motions of primping. She used a q-tip to clean up the lines of color she’d applied on her lips, another one to clear the extra eyeshadow dust that had settled under her bottom eyelashes. This was so much work for just a date, so much investment with not much history of a return.

She was frustrated, but so much so she didn’t know how to explain it. She was 26 and on her own, in what felt like a twilight phase of life without the plainly laid-out direction of college but before she had figured out what she wanted, and this was extremely evident in her sex life. She had hooked up back in the dorms but never truly saw the point. She wasn’t even sure she had ever had an orgasm. Sex felt like an obligation, just like putting on makeup did right now. The past few months had been about trying to change that: signing up for dating apps, putting herself out there, being up for new people and experiences, but none of this work had paid off yet.

Elijah blacked my college crush [MF] [Cuckold] [IR]

College is a time for sexual discovery and what I learned during my time in the dorms is that a lot of young women were discovering my neighbor in the room next door. My name is Tim and I’m your typical white guy on campus; I wear my polos, khaki shorts, boat shoes and I’m pretty attractive. I think I’ve got game and certainly have no trouble getting dates but I have a harder time sealing the deal and turning a date into a hookup. I’ve never been a woman’s “Friend With Benefits”, not for lack of trying but I guess girl’s didn’t want a “nice guy” as an FWB.

My neighbor in the room next door… well Elijah had no trouble at all finding the women for hookups and it seemed like every other night he had different freshman or sophomore girl in his bed and thanks to shitty dorm construction I could hear every bit of it. Elijah is a sophomore too and I’d describe him as a very attractive black guy. He’s cool, confident, athletic build and a handsome movie star face. Not an exaggeration, he looks like the black guy you’d expect to be cast into a movie as a romantic love interest. As it turns out on our public university campus Elijah’s game is exactly what a lot of young white women look for which works perfectly since these pretty white girls are exactly his type.

[MF] The Intern

She looked over her shoulder to ensure she had my attention as she guided my cock toward her pussy. As I stared into those brown eyes, she spoke. It was barely above a whisper but every word was heard clearly.

*”Be gentle…I’m very tight.”*

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So this is going to be a weird story but I had to tell it as it has been weighing on me. I’m going to try and format it as best I can but I apologize for any jumps.

A little over a month ago, we hired an intern from a local college. This was something that I’ve pushed for every year I’ve been employed with my company but I was always told no. Imagine my surprise when on a Wednesday they told me my intern was going to start on Friday. I wasn’t consulted. Never saw a resume. I didn’t have a name until Friday morning. But whatever. I work in a chaotic environment and this would be easy to deal with. There have been much grander challenges thrown my way.

[F] My positive OKC experiences

TL/DR: Started using OKC after a four year sexless stretch. I’ve had good experiences and learned five valuable lessons (so far). Stay positive! Romance takes many forms and isn’t always goal oriented.

I read a lot of posts by people with bad OKC experiences so I wanted to share a good experience and maybe bring some hope to the internet. This is different than my other stories, but I’m a real person and not just your porn pal, yo.

**About Me**

I was a workaholic. I had a high pressure/high profile job and overbearing boss that was too interested in my personal life. For a long time I didn’t have time or energy for dating. I just watched the internet p0rns and masturbated like crazy. I never met ppl online; I assumed OKC, Tinder, POF was only useful for either one-night stands or marriage. Neither interests me.

I like my independence. I don’t want a provider and I don’t want to take care of someone else. I hate one-nighters. I’m kinky so I need to trust and be comfortable with my partner. I want something in between marriage and one-and-done. That used to be called dating, but whatever.

[F] My OKC adventures

TL/DR: Started using OKC after a four year sexless stretch. I’ve had good experiences and learned five valuable lessons (so far). Stay positive! Romance takes many forms and isn’t always goal oriented.

I read a lot of posts by people with bad OKC experiences so I wanted to share a good experience and maybe bring some hope to the internet. This is different than my other stories, but I’m a real person and not just your porn pal, yo.

**About Me**

I was a workaholic. I had a high pressure/high profile job and overbearing boss that was too interested in my personal life. For a long time I didn’t have time or energy for dating. I just watched the internet p0rns and masturbated like crazy. I never met ppl online; I assumed OKC, Tinder, POF was only useful for either one-night stands or marriage. Neither interests me.

I like my independence. I don’t want a provider and I don’t want to take care of someone else. I hate one-nighters. I’m kinky so I need to trust and be comfortable with my partner. I want something in between marriage and one-and-done. That used to be called dating, but whatever.

[FM] Lust in the ancient ruins

This is a story a friend told me about something she did on holiday once. The details are mine but the gist is real enough.

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I liked to pretend I was innocent back then. It was partly some fucked up id trip – I was trying to be the person my conservative parents wanted me to be. But on the other hand it was a reaction to that: I knew my desires and I knew what I was capable of. The innocent look was a temptation to turn heads and stiffen cocks.

I’m Olivia, though most people call me Oli. It sounds tomboyish and on some days I live up to that. I’m short (but not that short), with curved hips and a small bust; hair in a severe bob. A timeless beauty. Ha.

I was in Greece when this all happened, and I was 22. It was a Girls’ holiday. Me and some university friends. They were hungover and I signed up for a sightseeing trip to the archaeological ruins. I had a feeling something good was going to happen; or maybe I set out to find trouble. Either way it was a good day.

[M]y [F]riendly [F]inessed threesome

Neither of the names are real in this story

Late December senior year of college I get a call from my one and only college friend Simone. She’s drunk and wants me to meet up with her for drinks. Simone is a sweetheart of a girl. Overtly friendly which is why our friendship started. Who else would talk to the kid in class that’s clearly stoned falling asleep with his hat pulled over his eyes? I hesitantly agree to meet her out for a couple drinks. I didn’t want to but then remembered I promised to keep in touch after the semester. I am a man of my word.

I arrive at the bar see Simone sitting there talking to another girl. She looks up and meets me with her eyes. “You actually showed up. This is my best friend I was telling you about. Linda meet Jake. Jake, Linda.” We said our nice to meet yous I sat down and ordered drinks for all of us.

The [M]ost [F]un You Can Have With [F]riends

I’m not really the relationship type.

I have commitment issues so deep that I don’t even have any tattoos in an era where everyone seems to have one. But I met a girl through mutual friends, we’ll call her Sara, we flirted, we texted, and before too long we were a couple. Kind of snuck up on me. Unfortunately we’re no longer together and though the break-up was mutual and very amicable it’s thrown me into a funk that I haven’t been able to shake since. But that’s not what you’ve come here to read, you’ve come to read about the last threesome I had.

Sara and I had a wedding to attend out of town one weekend so we loaded up the wagon and headed out on a Saturday morning arriving at the hotel in the mid-afternoon. I showered off the travel and threw on my suit while Sara got ready to go. Sara is Puerto Rican and built just like you’d imagine, olive skin, curly raven hair that ran to her mid back when she straightened it, an ass that belonged in a 90’s Jay-Z video, a heavy D-cup chest, and a pair of thick thighs that I loved having wrapped around me. She threw on a deep red number that didn’t show off her figure like I’d have preferred but you really can’t hide talent like hers so I didn’t complain.

[FFM] the true story of my drug induced threesome with my ex and her best friend

A few years ago, I was dating a lovely young woman; for the sake of this story, we will call her Carolyn. She was my ex’s best friend, and we always knew we had chemistry. Needless to say, when things ended with my ex, Carolyn swooped in and claimed me for her own. I definitely wasn’t complaining. Carolyn was definitely petite, coming in at five-foot-two-inches, ninety-five pounds. The thing that got me was her 28H breasts and the tightest, tiniest pussy I’ve ever experienced. She was a goddess, and little did I know she was a freak too.

Once during the time with my ex, she told me a story about her and Carolyn getting drunk together in the hot tub. According to my ex, Carolyn started asking ‘weird questions’.

“Don’t you think girls’ bodies are so sexy?” Followed shortly after by, “Have you ever considered being with a girl?”

After more of these questions, my ex got a little nervous. She then felt a hand on her inner thigh. She didn’t know what to do, so she tried talking about something trivial. As she talked, the hand moved up her thigh and under her swimsuit and began rubbing her clit. My ex-girlfriend freaked out, got up, and left, and she and Carolyn never spoke of it again.

Two dicks in me [F,23] at one time, left me so sore!!! [FMM]

A few weeks ago my tinder hook up invited me over to be fucked by him and another dude. He told me he would be the one who wis in charge. He would be the boss of me, even while the other guy was fucking me. I had lots of fantasies to be double penetrated and have watched lots of MMF porn. So it really turned me on thinking about me doing it. When he told me the plan I was so horny the day of, I couldn’t stop thinking about how two guys were going to fuck me in just a few hours.

Later that night I went to my tinder hookups apartment, and I changed into my slutty school girl outfit so that I could look my best for our guest. Next my tinder hookup blindfolded me so I couldn’t see anything. I was kneeling on the bed just like my boss told me to and waiting for the next guy to come in the room and have me anyway he wanted.