Tag: Straight

All good things come to an end…repeatedly [MF]

I know, been a while, what can I say, shit happens. First there was a death in the family and I had to deal with that, then once I started to get back into the swing of things at work, the world went to shit, and before restrictions got too bad, I made the ~~smart~~ ~~dumb~~ impassioned move to drive from California to Maryland to quarantine with the girl I was seeing, the one who originally wanted me to start writing things out. She’s finishing up her residency to become a doctor, so I didn’t want her to be alone in the middle of all of this shit. What can I say, love makes you do stupid things. Anyway, I’m finally finishing out this chapter in my life, then I’m going to move on to other parts, more adventurous parts. Why am I writing these out instead of telling her in person? She likes it, and seems to think I have a knack for it. There’s another reason entirely, but I’ll get to that eventually, maybe.

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The Taxi

It was dreamy, the way you looked at me from across the dance floor. My heart skipped a beat to see you take off your ring and put it into your pants pocket. I had to take a long, deep breath to calm my tits down as I watched you stride over.

I turn away bashfully, but you took my hand in yours, and lead me to the dance floor. You turn to face me, hands on my waist. I feel your nose teasingly tucking my hair behind my ear, and then you gently bit my ear lobe. Your hands slide down my hips and cupped my buttocks against your growing erection. I purr in surprise, and when I looked at you, your playful eyes gave me the answer I sought.

Your hand never leaving my waist, we hurry into the taxi. A cheerful family of four smiled at us from the dashboard. A sleepy-looking driver confirmed the address, and drove us on our way while singing to himself. No sooner had we moved off, your hand slid between my thighs, prying them open. You nestled your face into my neck while your hand continued moving up my inner thighs. When your finger touched my clitoris throbbing hard against my thin panty, an explosive orgasm radiated throughout my entire body. You catch my moans in your mouth, and as you bit my lower lip, your fingers slid under my panty, and curled into my vagina. Your fingers expertly hit my G-spot, and my pussy juice flooded the car floor. Read more »

My First Bull Experience[MFM] – TC20(7)

Hello readers! We are TC20, a married couple with alot of wild adventures to share. We have been swinging for almost 7 years now, and we have been married for 5 years. This particular story holds one of my solo adventures that i felt like sharing with you all.

Ovi has been a passive friend of mine for a very long time. We have never been really close, but we have hung and been around each others circle from very early age. He is a timid guy with a bit of low self esteem issues. He is 5’7 in height. Healthy built and curly hairs. He was dating Faiza who became a really close friend of mine from my first semester at university. We shared a lot of classes together and we just clicked in terms of interests and humor. She was one of the few people during that time of my life, who knew about my open relationship with Ria. Faiza is 5’2 ft tall, she has broad shoulders, a figure that looks healthy from far but gets curvier the more you get close. On first look, many people might not understand her appeal. But if you check her out properly, you will see what a bomb she is. Guys from our circle always joked about how Ovi could score a bomb like Faiza. Read more »

[FM] I gave my first ever blowjob in a hijab

My first relationship, with an Indian guy, lasted four months and we never actually got past the “making out and groping” stage – we never undressed or even sent nudes. When that ended, I began chatting to a guy in my class who had also just finished a relationship. He was the exact opposite of my ex – he was 6ft tall, athletic and muscular; a handsome white jock guy with a blonde quiff. My parents were (and still are) very controlling and it was difficult for us to get time alone but eventually one of our classes was cancelled so I kept this information from my parents and we began to get some alone time together.

That afternoon, we finished class as usual and he suggested we went go have lunch at a restaurant – I already felt guilty just doing that; it felt so illicit and forbidden. When we finished eating he asked me if I would go with him for a drive in his car up onto the moors. I was hardly dressed for the occasion, wearing my smart school clothes – trousers, a high-necked pullover, flat-soled sandals and, of course, a black hijab – but I was excited and I felt more than a little horny at the prospect. The idea of this toned college athlete taking an interest in me, a short, slightly chubby Muslim goody-two-shoes was intoxicating – that kind of thing just didn’t happen, so I agreed. Read more »

Wild Week chapter one (family fun)

CHAPTER 1 : Monday

Gayla Ward was awakened by the incessant buzz of the alarm clock. She was lying on her side, one hand clamped between her thighs, the other rested between her heavy breasts, twisted into the sheer fabric of her pink baby-doll nightie. She groaned softly in frustration. She opened her sleep heavy eyelids and squinted at the dial. 6:45 Monday morning. Time to wake Bill up for work. As usual, he was still sound asleep at her back, lightly snoring, oblivious to the racket. After twenty years of marriage she was still surprised by him. He could sleep through a hurricane, she often thought. She reached out and cut off the alarm.

“Bill, time to get up,” she said, stretching as she rolled over to face him. He was 40 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall with curly black hair and was still a fit and trim 175 pounds. He lay flat on his back wearing only pajama bottoms, one arm shielding his eyes from the morning sunlight streaming in the window on his side of the bed. He had kicked off the covers and his legs and free arm were splayed out haphazardly. She looked down and gasped lightly as she saw his 8 1/2 inch cock standing out from the flap in his pajamas. A thrill ran through her body. He had a piss hard-on that was as rigid and upright as a flag pole. Read more »

Creepy Fantasy [MF]

So my Ex GF was a freak and loved to do really crazy sex acts in public. We would go around and fuck in pretty much anywhere we could get away with. While out in a jog we stopped at a small family restaurant and decided to fuck in their bathroom, it was about 7 in the morning and everyone was there for breakfast except for us. She goes in to the bathroom first and I tell the staff I’m gonna wait out here till she comes back out. After 5 mins nobody’s paying attention and I walk in as well to find her waiting asking what took me so long. We were both pretty sweaty from jogging but she pulled her shorts down and I couldn’t resist. I pull my cock out and grab her leg and lift it to about the height of my waist then I enter her. She’s trying to keeps silent because of the people out side and I’ve never had the issue of involuntarily moans. After we fucked for a few minutes I come out and go straight to the men’s restroom and then I message her letting her know she can leave and I’ll follow her out of the restaurant. So we continue on our jog and we get back to her house both pretty exhausted and thirsty we get a drink, then she starts to talk about how what we did reminded her a creepy fuck fantasy she wanted. Read more »

Falling for Halloween [MF] [Costumes] [straight sex]

Can I just say that Halloween is hands down my favorite holiday? I mean, you get a chance to be anyone you want for a solid 24 hours. You can be covered in blood head to toe and no one bats an eye. However, skimpy clothes definitely get noticed. I tend to shy away from people the rest of the year, but on Halloween I don’t have to be me. I can be an anonymous girl with no expectations on my shoulders. I can have fun.

Then I can go back to being my shy geeky self the next morning and no one is the wiser.

I received an invitation to a Halloween party being thrown at a bar about a few blocks from my house. I was excited as it was the first time I’d be able to go to a Halloween event without having to drive a hundred miles away from home out of fear of running into a friend, co-worker, or relative. I’d just moved here, no one knew my address yet, and no one I knew lived within twenty miles of me here. Read more »

Dressing Room – We[FFF] have intense sex in a public fitting room. [lesbians] [voyeurism]

My friend Jeannie and I have a thing. We shop together, try on clothing, and fool around in the dressing room. 

We have always liked it when people watch us kiss and touch under tables and such, but since we found one particular clothing store, we can’t stop going there. It is a small shop that sells the sort of dresses we like, and the same saleswoman is always there. She watches us.

We leave the double doors of the dressing room partly open while we try on clothes. We make out, touch, and have quiet intense orgasms while the saleswoman stands at her desk. Afterward, we pull ourselves together, get dressed, and go out to pay for what we want to buy. The saleswoman has never said anything to us. Rarely, if ever, are there any other people there.

We wait until we get home to go completely crazy. The way the saleswoman, with her refined and restrained demeanor, watches but doesn’t mention anything is so hot to us. After we leave the store, Jeannie and I talk about the saleswoman and fantasize about her together – that watching us has made her wet, that she masturbates in the store after we leave. We talk about being with her and about what she would feel like and taste like. When we’re home we fantasize that she is there with us. Read more »

Had sex with a vulnerable girl [MF]

So this happened in 2011 as I was studying abroad in Malaysia. This story has backstory about me and back story to hookup. If you want to skip them follow ***.

*** Backstory about me ***

I am from a country which the relationship between girl and boys outside marriage was Taboo. It started to get a bit better since 15 years ago, boys and girls had relationship but was mostly hidden from families and of course authorities. Authorities had and still have the power to ask you to stop you and asks you question about who are you with and even detain you if you are not related or they would feel like to. Overall a shitty country.

But in all my years of dating different girls, I was once stopped by the police whom I got in no trouble because of my confidence and straight and decisive answers. I drink but I did not and have not smoked. Drinking was and still is illegal in my country. But that does not stop the guys and girls like me to drink. We had access to almost every brand of alcohol and even better the handmade ones. The handmade wine was awesome, much better than the ones I buy now (in Europe) from supermarkets. The handmade vodka was a bit different depending from whom to buy. Anyway, I had this dealer which had some of the best handmade vodkas and another dealer for famous alcohol brands. Normally we have bought the bottled alcohol for parties when girls were present and the cheap and handmade ones when there were only guys. Read more »