That guy

It was that guy that you always wondered about. Everyone has that guy, or that woman, in their life. It doesn’t matter how settled and happy, even how in love, they are. There is always half an eye looking, wondering. And that guy was the one you wondered about most.

It doesn’t matter who he is. A work colleague, neighbour, friend, even someone you don’t much like. But you know who he is. You know. But you didn’t know that I knew.

And in all those playful games, those mutual fantasies about threesomes. Don’t pretend he didn’t enter your head.

What you did not expect was him to enter your room. Your birthday surprise. We’d explored the idea so many times. I’d always said you’d chicken out, you always said I would.

But here he is, now. He is naked to the waist, your hands on his torso as he kisses you deeply. You can smell his neck, it’s a manly scent, hot. You are stark naked. My head is between your thighs, my lips and tongue teasing your hard clit as he kisses you and strokes your tits.

Black and White? Alright [F19/M28][Degradation, RacePlay]

*Notes:*

*-part of* ***The Secrets of 22 Lincoln Road*** *series*

*-this story is fiction*

***Trigger Warning:***

**The story includes ‘Degradation’ and ‘RacePlay’ (with consent).**

**22 Lincoln Road, Apartment 02**

Valerie was coming down the stairs when she met Jess, nervously standing at her apartment door.

“Hey what’s up Jess? what’s going on?”

“Oh damn it, I forgot my keys and my brother is not at home, he just texted me that he had to leave for an extra shift, don’t you have time? I also have some weed.”

“It could be really cool to get high with You, but unfortunately my father is waiting for me in the car, we are just leaving. But if you have nowhere to go, try to knock on Thomas’s door, he is home alone and he would not mind company.”

“Okay, thanks, Val!”

**22 Lincoln Road, Apartment 03**

A few minutes later, Jess knocked on the Millers’ door and no one answered. When she was about to leave after a while, Thomas, brother of Valerie, looked through the peephole to see who was there. He saw Jess in a white tank top and black mini skirt, her black ass bouncing as she was about to leave. He quickly opened the door and said in an unpleasant tone as he always had for everyone.

Closing time at the Ferryman [humour][halloween porn][skeleton/ghoul monster sex][warning – its just monsters having sex – it gets weird!]

I’ve been coming to the Ferryman for years. It’s pretty rundown but it’s a popular hang out for those of us who go bump in the night and the humans who like to bump with us.

Not that I was getting much of that action. Like pretty much every monster bar the vampires had taken the place over and ruined the atmosphere. Don’t get me wrong some of my best friends are vampires but they’ve got that whole supernatural brooding sexy ‘look at my silk shirt and perfect skin I’m so sad I’m immortal and have superpowers’ thing going on. I’m not sure they even qualify as monsters. ‘Oh I drink blood and have cute little fangs but am basically a supermodel in a leather jacket.’ Give it a rest! Just as bad as werewolves. Some of us are monsters 24/7!

A vampire could get laid in a convent and a lot of them do so why ruin things for the rest of us? How are we supposed to compete? Some hot monster curious goth in a tight black t shirt of a band I’ve never heard of comes in here are they going to be looking at me or the anemic pin up in the latex catsuit? No prizes for guessing I’m going home to my crypt alone again for some quality time with my own cold claws

A Handjob to Save a Long Distance Relationship [MFM]

I picked Paul up at the airport. It was early summer and he had come back from a quick work trip. Kim was still studying abroad. His flight had gone well, but the traffic was terrible. We’d already been stuck on the bridge for twenty minutes and it looked like we had a lot longer to wait. The conversation was light. Mostly how much we both hated the Star Wars prequels.

“So. Last month?” He suddenly asked. Last month, with the urging of his fiancé Kim, Paul had shared a mutual masturbation session with my wife, Anne. Kim had been worried that their long separation would drive Paul into the arms of another woman. This was her way of reaching out to him over the distance. After the one night we’d never discussed it again. You’d think it would be awkward, but it hadn’t been. The next time we spoke we just talked about other things. We just never returned to the topic.

“Yes.” I kept my answer simple. I wasn’t sure where this was going and didn’t want to start out on the wrong foot. He turned to me and took on a serious tone.

How I Finally Fucking My Roommates [FF23/M22] [masturbate] [FFM] [porn] [orgasm] [teasing] [dirty talk] [oral]

This incident took place during the Lockdown Year.

Erin and Troy are two of my college roommates. We decided to share an apartment this year after becoming friends after we all met in the college pride group. Erin, Troy, and I. We are currently all quarantined together due to the lockdown. They granted my request to share this article as retaliation for my sexual annoyance, as you’ll see.

We each have our own room because our flat has three bedrooms. Troy requested the room with the most space since, at the time we moved in, he was dating someone and anticipated that she might also move in. Troy’s room is located between mine and his, and my room is connected to the living area by a wall. Without illustrating it, it’s challenging to depict an apartment, lol.

Due to the large tree in front of my house that blocks the afternoon sun, my bedroom is typically the coolest room in the house. When it’s particularly hot outside and we don’t want to pay for the air conditioner, Erin and Troy may occasionally come into my room to do their homework or study. Troy’s projector is occasionally set up so that we can all sit on my bed and watch a movie on my wall. Erin had a final the following week despite the lockdown, so she spent the majority of Saturday in my room with her head buried in a book.

[mm]37m first gay experience

Hi there, not really a strong writer but I’d love to share something that happened recently. 37m married, straight my whole life and just recently admitting that I’m bisexual. Never so much as touched another guy but started getting really curious with stronger fantasies..

Downloaded an app and made a profile on a local site just to look around, chatted with a few dudes and maybe after a couple days met with someone I kinda clicked with. We just kinda talked dirty and sexted a bit..talked about porn and jerked off it was pretty fun as I haven’t really had sexual experiences with other men.

We continued that for a few weeks and he suggested meeting up to do the same sort of thing in person, no pressure and see if we are having fun. Was pretty excited but nervous and offered to host at my place, we made the arrangements and he showed up about half an hour later.

He wasn’t exactly good looking, maybe a 6/10 as far as dudes go lol. Size difference was a little intimidating as I’m shorter (5’6) and he’s like 6’3. We chat for a bit awkwardly, he’s nice but pretty quiet and I’m not really sure about the meeting.

Sex, Drugs, and the End of Something [GROUP] [M34F33_M34F32]

Prologue: Though I’m an occasional redditor, I am not a lurker on this sub, and thus I can’t be sure whether this is the sort of content that is welcome here. It’s also capital-L Long, and a bit of a slow burn. But then if I’m being honest, I’m writing this post as much for my own catharsis as I am for your pervy entertainment. Also, while I pledge to do my best to provide the sort of details that cultivate a literary experience, readers should assume I have exercised editorial license with regard to particularities that might reveal the identities of the parties involved. You never know who’s reading…

Earlier this year, while standing amidst a sea of people at the main stage of a major music festival, my [34] friend Matt [34] told me he was going to die. The music didn’t stop, but everything inside me went silent. I swiveled to look at him, and as he fought back tears as I could feel my own coming. I tried to summon the right words. When I couldn’t, we stood there together for what seemed like a century, with that god-awful fate filling the space between us, until I could muster the only thing that made sense: “I love you, man.”

I [M26] let my friend [F26] watch me hump my pillow- [Indian] [Masturbation]

I havent shared this with any of my friends as this girl is in the same group as them. I guess this is the best place to share this. This girl is my friend but is technically on the borderline of being girlfriend. The only thing stopping it from happening is if we get into a relationship and it turns sour it might end a beautiful friendship. So she comes over often and we just vibe together, watch movie and talk shit. So one night she comes over and there’s a few drinks. For some reason we get into this discussion about porn and it leads into more sexual topics. So we talk about how each of us masturbate. So I’ve been in the habit of humping my pillows when I do mastuebate and I still do it often. Without thinking much I share this detail with her and she turns curious. She tells me it sounds hot and would like to know how I do it. So after a lengthy debate, she gets me to demonstrate. So I climb up on top and begin showing how I do it. She smiles and laughs and asks me to remove my shirt. I refuse but she walks over and pulls it off and urges me to continue. As awkward as it is, I’m starting to get a little horny and I can see she’s a little more invested in it too. She sits on the bed in front of me and begins touching herself inside her pants. She asks me to pull out my dick and do it the way I always do. I oblige and unzip my pants to bring out my dick. I hump my pillow while I watch her. She even helps lift her shirt up to show me her tits. I cum first, but it didn’t matter, because she was so horny, that we had sex for the first time that night. Things are a little awkward now but I think what happened was a good thing, what do you guys think?

[M] I had a friend [F] in college that would make me eat her out but never do anything else with me

I was a virgin geek .. I had no game and didn’t look hot at all.

Anyway in college we had projects to do .. and I got teamed up with a girl .. she wasn’t like the hottest , she was still fine but she was like very controlling and arrogant .

She just took control of everything and I was just following and agreeing with her . We would meet after school to work on the project . Either at my room or hers .

Anyway , one time when we were working in my room, she was using my laptop to look up some informations and I guess she saw my history feed . And yes I was a virgin loser and I used to jerk off a lot . And that kinda sparked a talk about sex between us … she just saw and I had some normal porn but also some unusual ones of trannys or cucks or so …

She was very controlling and straight forward and asked me if I was a virgin and telling that the way I am and how shy and nerdy I was I would be a virgin for a while and like asked me if I ever kissed or did anything and I was saying no .

A long time ago, in a city far far away, I fucked my landlord son. [FM]

A throwaway comment on a thread about regrets led to a random message that honestly freaked me out until I remembered the comment. That’s led to me thinking about what happened and I thought I’d try and write about it. It’s been a while since I did anything like this so please, be nice.

It was the late noughties, I was not quite 20 and I was living with friends while going to university. I’m a short curvy woman, naturally my hair is brunette, but back then I was a bit slimmer, my haircut short and dyed blonde. I was heading home after finishing a night shift that had run overly long. I was tired, grumpy and looking forward to curling into a ball and sleeping for the rest of the day.

I got home and had the house to myself as my housemates had gone off to their lectures. I grabbed a quick shower and was just getting out when there was a knock at the door. Covering myself in a towel, I answered the door to find George standing there holding a toolbox. George was the youngest son of our landlord, somewhere in his mid twenties, brown eyes, black hai, probably not quite six foot, but he still towered over me.