I posted something short last week about how my girlfriend and I have regular threesomes with her best friend. A few Redditors were curious about how it began, so I made a throwaway account to share more. Gonna warn you now that this post is not going to get to the actual threesome, just the events leading up to it. (And by the way, I’ve tried to make it nice and readable, but the events are 100% true.) If there’s interest, and I have time, I’ll write up a part two.
Tag: Straight
I [M] rescued the cute babysitter [F] and she rewarded me
This happened about a year ago right before COVID. I had to pick up some steaks and ribs for a BBQ that I was having on a weekend and as I was walking out of the grocery store, I noticed that there was a car with a flat tire parked a couple spaces away from mine, but what I noticed even more was the slim, petite girl standing next to the car on her phone. She was wearing these burgundy leggings, a tank top and a slightly unzipped jacket.
After I loaded my groceries in my car, she was off the phone and I asked her if I could help her with her car or call AAA for her. Once she got off her phone I noticed how cute her smile was and couldn’t resist dumping a good deed to help her out. She said she was in a hurry because she had to babysit for a family, and I told her that I wouldn’t mind taking off the flat and putting on her spare tire. She smiled and said thank you so much and told me her name was (changed obviously) Sarah.
Melody’s Father – A teenage girl brings her friend home to her loving father.
It was late afternoon by the time the two ran low on money, and it was also right around then that they realized they hadn’t eaten anything since they split a bagel before heading to the beach that morning.
Melody counted out her change onto her friend Kelly’s dashboard. The light turned green, and Kelly accelerated in the only way that teenage girls can accelerate, and the change went everywhere. Into Melody’s skirted lap, between the seats, onto the floor.
“Shit,” said Melody, but apathetically.
Kelly giggled, swerving slightly as she did so. Melody rolled up her window and reached for the air conditioning in the car. The south Florida sun wasn’t any kinder in October than it was in June and nor was the humidity.
With the breeze out of their hair, Melody examined herself in the car mirror, pulling strands of blonde hair from her cleavage, re-arranging her strategically buttoned top.
Melody looked over at Kelly without her noticing. She did this often, comparing their bodies, unsure of herself but sure enough to dress as if she were 100% certain that she was a head turner. Which, of course, she was.
How I [F] met the most alpha-male ever (long) [F] [FFM]
As this is my first story on here (or the first time I write anything like this down in general), let me give you a brief introduction about myself. Back when all this happened I was in my second year of studying engineering. Living in a city with just an engineering university, us girls were outnumbered by 5 to 1 by guys. This made life for a girl easy; I rarely had to pay for drinks, guys always act like true gentlemen, and if I was horny I could get a guy to get down with in the blink of an eye.
I needed quite some adjusting to this in the beginning as I never had too many friends in high school, and my average appearance meant guys were never fighting over me. Needless to say, when I got accustomed to this new reality, I enjoyed it to the fullest. I was at parties at least three nights a week and hooking up with a new guy almost as often. My studying however suffered from my partying, but being a girl always meant I could someone kind enough to be my partner for projects. This meant that during the day I was spending time with nerdy guys (actually studying – to their greatest frustration), and at night with guys in bars. Nevertheless, my mediocre studying performance meant that I had to retake several first year courses in my second year.
Poetry & Blood Part 12.5 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]
**Chapter 12.5: The Poet’s Kiss**
**Abby**
The sound of paper sliding over the floor woke Abby up. Her heart fluttered as she caught sight of it, the pale paper catching the moonlight. She was up before she could think better. She never questioned how she got into the bed or how the time had passed. All doubts and thoughts floated away at the sight of another message from her mystery poet.
She held up the page. It was a single line written in a strange, thick, and dark red ink: “Find me in the orchard.”
Abby didn’t hesitate. She had a thousand questions for this poet, and this was the first chance to find out who she was and what she wanted. Abby put on some clothes: dark jeans, a tank top, a cardigan, and some simple boots, and headed outside the house. She wasn’t sure what the rules were, but surely she was allowed to leave her room at night, right? This wasn’t a dorm room, and though Miss K was some combination of landlord and employer, she couldn’t be against people leaving their room, right?
[MF]Fucked An Asian Girl In Front Of The Church And Nearly Got Caught By A Group Of Grannies (Part 1)
A little bit of back story before I get into details…
When I moved to London from Poland in 2009 it was time for me to start tasting different cultures.
And by cultures, I mean sampling women from all different nations around the world.
I’d always had an infatuation with Asian women.
I don’t know what it is but when I see slant eyes, it makes my knees weak.
For me, Asian women are the most attractive women in the world.
This fetish of mine started when I was still a kid.
I remember that every year I used to sit with my mum and we would watch the miss world competition.
Whenever I saw a beautiful Asian woman on the screen, be it from the Philippines, Thailand, China, etc, I would say to my mum “Mum I want my wife in the future to look like that”.
Of course, she would laugh at my remark.
Now, this fantasy of mine became a reality.
But first, of course, I wanted to meet women from all Asian countries just to see what they are about and what I liked the most.
[FM] Found a Redditor from nearby
I met this guy on-line a while back but I don’t remember any of the details: how, when, or why it didn’t work out but I got a new message request and the username felt vaguely familiar and I associated it with that guy I had talked to, but everything else was a blur. I love chatting with random strangers and I kept trying to find someone that I could trust enough to meet up with but that’s not easy to do so I really just keep chatting. This guy stood out though, I kinda knew he was from nearby, I kinda knew he spoke good English and that actually mattered to me; I vaguely remembered that we had some things in common but I didn’t know why we stopped chatting. Was I a snobbish little shit to him? Maybe. Let’s see…
His midnight message read: “Wouldn’t suppose you’d be up and feeling for a conversation?”
The Poker game
So a few weeks had passed and I had been pretty regular at Jim’s, cleaning out the rooms and finding many many more items that clearly had been used for entertaining Jim and his friends.
As we had struck up a relatively close relationship, nothing sexual had happened since my show for him but he had asked me to wear certain items of lingerie for his pleasure. Whilst I was happy for him to look I hadn’t taken it any further.
Jim had mentioned a couple of times, about me helping him out with a night of entertainment for him and his friends, he asked if I would serve drinks and snacks, wear something revealing but it was my choice if it was from his wife’s collection or somehow I had. At first I was quite taken back by his suggestion of wearing his wife’s lingerie or clothes, I wasn’t really keen on this at first as it meant I would probably be expected to be their play thing….
I made my excuses with Jim and said I would need to think about what he was asking, he made it very clear it was just a poker game for him and his five close friends, they were all a similar age, mostly professional seniors with wife’s who no longer engaged in there fantasies or needs.
I [M] 22 had sex with my boss’s pregnant wife when he invited me to his home
First off let me tell all of you that I am an enlisted soldier in the US Army. I enlisted straight out of high school. So after my advanced training (infantry) I was sent to Fort Drum, New York. I was assigned to the 10th mountain. So here I report to my first platoon. To those who don’t know a platoon has about 30 soldiers. Most of them enlisted except for one who is the officer (Lieutenant) called the platoon commander. At that time my platoon had only about 20 soldiers. Most of them married and the ones who weren’t had gfs. So that left me and a couple of other guys. As I had just joined the unit, I really had a lot of work to do. My body still did not quite adapt to the needs of an active duty platoon. I was tired and also the youngest guy there. (Note: I am much better now).
Midnight Musings [dark]
*please be kind… first attempt at writing*
Sifting through paper after paper for the past few hours has begun to take its toll. My hands feverishly lace through my lengthy auburn locks as I coax myself to pursue my endeavors; despite my discomfort. The space between my legs becomes hot as my frustration grows with the task at hand. I push my glasses back to their rightful place atop the bridge of my nose and return to my work with a heavy sigh. *Ten more pages.* I shift my weight from side to side in my office chair, the words are becoming difficult to distinguish. The grandfather clock boldly announces the first hour of the new day. Startled, I kick my chair so that I whirl around in a circle; a childlike joy consumes me as my hair fans out from the motion, momentarily weightless.
I stand abruptly, leaving the last few pages for a fresh mind, and pull on my running shoes. Too late of an hour to rouse my sleeping dog to accompany me, I quietly let myself out the back door. The brisk winter air stings my tired eyes. I come alive in the stillness of the night, my heart lurches in my chest. My feet yearn to fly and I can no-longer constrain them. I begin to run my familiar path, the moon and stars are my companions. My breathing comes quickly at first but evens out as my pace regulates.