[MF] First fuck was a ruined orgasm

Her body type:
High B cup breasts, but only average butt.
Face was girl next door nothing any guy went out of his way to hit on, probably why it was so easy.
She was tall for a girl.

The short story:
In high school, I met this girl at a football game, I played it like I was someone important around my friends but hard to get. I was popular in my high school, which you can use me as an example of a popular kid who never had sex. We only chatted for 30 minutes if that.

This was at the advent of social media such as Facebook. So she found me through mutual friends on there.

We talked daily for a month or so. (So mind you 30 minutes in person + couple hours a day for a month or so)

It was high school, so 75% of our conversations were me bluntly asking for sex. (So my game was not amazing sue me.)

My game might not have been amazing but it worked. (For this whole story she has no idea to this day she was my first, I was not her first)

Much Needed Therapy 1/2 [FMMM+] [Exhib] [Wife Cheat] [Preg] [Extreme]

**Much Needed Therapy** 1/2 (by Greer Masterson)

“Ready?” Jules asked, barely above a whisper. Her eyes locked onto mine as she opened her mouth and gently engulfed the head of the throbbing red cock in her hand. Her soft, muffled moans were barely audible against the strained breathing from the man lying prostrate in the alley. She moved slowly up and down the length of the fat shaft. He was longer and thicker than I expected. Had I expected anything? I wasn’t sure, but this wasn’t it.

My head swam from the smell of him and I turned to the side, but I couldn’t take my eyes away.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, her lips leaving his cock with a smack. “He really stinks. I bet he hasn’t showered in days.”

“Months,” I mumbled.

Her face snapped towards the sound of my voice even though her eyes had never left mine, as if her conscious mind had become so disconnected from her subconscious as to forget that I was there.

[MF] [Cheating] I wasn’t going to London (part 4)

**Previously:** I travelled to Sicily for three days of, basically, sex with a friend from Snapchat – Sophie. I lied to my girlfriend about where I was going, but my various attempts at cover failed, and she knows where I’ve been – if not who I was with. I’ve returned home to find her with her bags packed, having said I’d tell her the truth…

**TL;WTS?** This is a very story heavy part, given the circumstances. But you will find what you seek three dividers away (that’s including the one right below here).
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I entered the front room and – more out of hope than expectation – held my arms out for a hug. My girlfriend Lori just stared at me, unmoved. Her eyes shifted to a seat nearby, as if instructing me to take it. I sat, and braced myself for an awkward evening. Lori opened the conversation.

“Who was she, Nate?”

“We haven’t had sex for two months. You haven’t shown any interest in pleasuring me for longer. I’m sorry. I cra…”

“*Who was she, Nate?*”

Wife Swap at the Pajama Party [mfmf][voy][bdsm][sex club]

My husband Max and I were dressed in our pajamas heading to the pajama party in the sex club’s finished basement. Max was in plaid bottoms and a t-shirt while I wore a cute pink satin pajama top and matching shorts. My nipples were hard. My brown hair bounced around my shoulders as we wandered downstairs. It seemed like everybody was down here in a pile of fourteen pajama wearing adults spread out on the floor in a sea of blankets, sleeping bags and bean bags nibbling on buckets of popcorn as they watched the ancient porno. Deep Throat was playing on the six by thirteen foot screen affixed to the wall. Max and I scooped up a bucket of popcorn and with drinks and popcorn in hand, we sauntered towards the group. Tom and Ann, a couple we were interested in playing with, were snuggled together propped up on a bean bag. Ann, with her black hair and deep blue eyes and her clean cut blonde husband, Tom looked over and waved for us to join them. Max and I uttered, ‘excuse me’ as we tiptoed over bodies to settle down upon the sleeping bag strewn on the floor. Max pulled up the bean bag behind us. He threw is arm around my shoulder as we settled back to watch the show. I was lying so close to Ann, dressed in a black tank top adorned with skull and bones and a pair of men’s cotton tighty whities. She was kind of a goth girl. Both my husband and I find her quite attractive. Her legs were so long and beautiful Tom looked relaxed in grey pajama bottoms and an Eddie Bauer t-shirt. We were so cozy together, melded in a puddle of flannel wearing adults.

He invited me to his work. [MF]

Well for anyone out there who has been reading my posts, my husband [35 M] and I [32 F] have started testing our boundaries in BDSM. I just can’t believe how our sex life is evolving..Even more surprised how dominant and just down right good he is at this. Almost think he’s not new to it?!?

(Links to previous posts below)

I thought maybe this was kind of fluke thing. The evening after (he restrained me for the first time), he casually came in from work and gave me a kiss on my forehead and asked how my day was. Then headed to the kitchen and opened up a bottle of wine, we sat down for dinner. Like our typical evenings we snuggled on the couch and watched tv before going to bed. This was pretty much what we did all week. Don’t get me wrong, he was attentive to me, just very sweet. Almost too sweet.. almost like nothing happened. He never hinted or said a word about our latest steamy sex sessions.

When I found out I [M] was above average and she [F] was a squirter.

Long time reader, first time poster, so here it goes. I saw a story in here that reminded me of a time from college. (Names are changed for privacy)

After high school I took a year off to relax, waste time and money with friends, enjoy life. I wouldn’t say that I was all that sexually active around that time, I don’t know the percent that really is, but you always felt the pressure as a teen to think you were good when it came to anything sex. I never had a solid gf all my life and hook ups were really random and they were never anything to write home about. All in all this left me pretty awkward to the idea. Always excited but pretty pessimistic. Once I started college, I feel I hit my stride. Made new friends and the guy that I was became something I was proud of. I was always athletic but I started the gym and soon the old skinny me filled out. By the end of my first year I was 5’10, 185 and I felt good. One day class ended and I saw some familiar faces in another building from high school, one in particular, Rachel. Rachel was a cute little Asian girl 5’4 range, long dark hair, big smile, B cup tits, and a nice ass.

The Life and Times of Sydney’s Stars [MF] [scifi] [silly, kind of cheesy] [sex-lite] [slight noncon] [CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE]

Sneak aboard the ship? Check.

Secure the bridge? Check.

Take the Orgron leader of the thugs captive? Check.

Do all this without alerting the rest of the crew, thus allowing them to mount an attack on the bridge AND enable the self destruct countdown? Not even close.

Extract the sperm of the Orgron leader so that the less barbaric females of the species could impregnate themselves without needing to be raped? Working on it!

The sound of lasers, phasers, and possible even blazers tore through the air and scorch marks dotted the room where they struck walls and chairs. Fifteen or so armed mercenary thugs had all but taken the bridge back as three valiant mercenaries (not even remotely thuggish) hid behind chairs and computers, trying not to take any hits while sending out a few shots of their own. It was an effort in vain, however. Sooner or later, they’d be pushed up against the glass wall that led only to space and likely riddled with blaster shots. And even then, if the self destruct went off, they would all be goners.

Bi02-S7

*rural america, the 1980s*

(Forgot tags: [Fm] [blowjob])

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It was something unusual perhaps for most, but for a teenager like Mike, waking up and masturbating several times in a row was fairly normal.

Of course, he soon discovered that something was amiss. No matter how many orgasms he pumped out, his hard-on never softened. It was a saturday, and Mike never really did much on saturday but watch tv and draw, or go out into the woods for some quiet.

By lunch however, something was very obviously wrong. His hard-on remained as it had this morning; his mind still in lust, his dick wasn’t even sore and his loads only seemed to get larger. He knew he needed to figure it out, fast.

First, he tried simply refraining from masturbating, hoping the hard on would die down. This only made it worse however; his mind broke like a dam and started dreaming up all sorts of fantasies, he flipped through his porn mags cover-to-cover. And his balls ached, he felt a warmth and preasure – a beg for a release.

After pumping out the highest volume of cum in his life, he knew he would have some time to call someone.

[MF] I got reviewed by a random hookup on his blog

This happened back in early July back from a family vacation in Hawaii. I met the guy on a plane from SFO who runs this website and uploads girls he fucks. I gave mine thinking he was joking about the whole thing…supposed to be part of the fake blackmail sex game.

He has since taken it down since I emailed him about it and threatening legal action. Just a few screenshots from the webpage https://imgur.com/a/mYjcV

Not sure if anyone else subscribed to that man or not but his site is actually pretty interesting so low and behold reading all about myself and his “domination” of me as he keeps saying over and over in the blog.

He was intimidating as fuck and trust me I couldn’t avoid talking to him when he was sitting right next to me on the plane. I honestly have issues yes I know but to read about things I didn’t expect other people to know without me telling them was crazy…

I have a thing with older intimidating guys… So yes he got my number…then made plans to fuck me…

[MF] Office Handjob OUTTA NOWHERE! – What sex addicts do when not making porn.

I had a gal named “Jan” who worked in my office. I had my own small office, with a locking door outside the main floor, where Jan and a few ladies were in cubicles.

She was 35, white, separated from her husband and in average shape – about 5ft 5in and 135-140lbs. Medium breasts but nice legs and usually wore tight jeans, a tank top under a larger shirt – cute, not slutty. VERY pretty face with green eyes and brown, medium hair.

We had heard about a Craigslist prostitution sting on the radio where several guys from the local area were busted in hotels. This of course presented an opportunity to get on the subject of sex for money when she came into my private office to hand in some paperwork.

I mentioned the radio story and opened up Craigslist where we were trying to guess who was the cop, etc. Of course, her reacting to the ads, listings, pic were turning me on immensely. I immediate thought about how to get her talking and then acting dirty.