Spontaneous Cheating Part 3 [FM]

The next morning we both wake up to light streaming into the room around 8am. “Good morning Jake,”I say in a sleepy voice as I lay my head on his chest.

“Morning, Elise, last night was amazing” he says as he runs a hand through my hair.

I start to rub his chest and then his stomach and then inadvertently brush his cock which is already rock hard. I grab it and squeeze it firmly in my hand. “Mmmm can I have some more this morning” I ask.

“Of course” he says as he pulls me on top and starts to kiss me. His precum quickly adds to the wetness of my pussy as I tease the tip of his cock. I lower myself up and down on it starting slow and then going faster and faster.

I can feel things building up inside me and I know I’m about to cum. I keep bouncing up and down on his cock while I squeeze my tits. Before I have a chance to cum, my phone rings. I look down at it and it’s my boyfriend, Chris. I answer it with Jake’s cock still buried in me. I stop bouncing and just grind my pussy on his cock deep inside of me. “Elise, where are you? You didn’t come home last night”

Weird first gay experience [MM]

I would consider myself as straight. This means, I could never have a relationship with a man and I really love women and having sex with them. But more or less one year ago (I’m 20 years old now), I started to fantasize about dicks. It was not about the man. I think I only wanted to know, how it is like, to feel, taste and smell other guys cocks. This is where this story starts.

While I was in this “experimenting phase” I was watching some gay porn, I imagined sucking cock, while in the shower after sports, but somehow, that was not what I really wanted. So I decided, that I just have to try it. I signed up to this gay dating platform and started chatting with various guys. First, I was totally overwhelmed by all this man (mostly much older than me), trying to hook up with me. Some of them even wanted to pay me for letting them suck my dick. But this was definitely not what I wanted. I ignored all of these weirdos, or told them, that I’m not interested, till I started chatting with this one guy. Let’s call him Tim.

The Family Fun Club pt 1 [incest] [femdom]

*I’m pretty new at this and would appreciate constructive feedback *

The Family Fun Club

My name is Grace. I come from what can only be politely be described as “Unconventional”. My father is a Tattoo artist and my mom is a piercer. They own their own shop in the small town I live in. We get a lot of stares when we go out. Most of us are pretty heavily pierced and tattooed. 

Mom usually garners most of the attention.  She is 5’9″, slender, big blonde hair with bubblegum-pink highlights, Fake lips almost as big as her fake tits. lots of visible tattoos and piercings, usually wearing something tight enough to make the unseen piercings visible. 

Dad is 6’2″, muscular under some chub, short grey hair, dresses pretty casually. Heavily tattoed from the neck down with some unseen piercings. 

My sister Katie is the Goth one. What do you expect for a 16-year-old with long straight black hair which matches most of her wardrobe which consists of a lot of tight pants and short skirts and lots of (vegan) Heather straps and harnessed  She doesn’t have many tattoos but has a fair number of piercings. 

Last night I learned I’m a total cumslut [MM]

I have gone 40+ years of my life knowing I wasn’t 100% straight. Last night I experimented with a man and it suited me. A lot!

As a kid I experimented with other boys, but left it behind (albeit with some nagging feelings) before puberty. I had plenty of opportunity to explore that side of me living in LA in my 20s, but was too scared and confused. So it wasn’t until my wife and I have recently started going to sex clubs and playing with other couples that the idea of being bi came up. Turns out we both have some curiosity, so after she did some (largely unsuccessful) exploration, it became my turn. So I put an ad into a Reddit R4R sub and found a few guys I clicked with.

The guy I really clicked with couldn’t make that first night, but before I lost my nerve I quickly said yes to another guy who was available. He was really kind and patient and since all I wanted to try was a blowjob and was very nervous about the whole thing, I asked him to walk in strip down and I’d immediately start sucking. This happened pretty much as planned and was over and done with before I’d even figured out how I felt about it. I didn’t like his cock, I was kind of racing through it and in the end was no closer to figuring out my feelings on the matter.

Journey Before Destination (MF) (Light MDom) (Orgasm Denial) (Edging)

Your touch is electrifying.

We could be talking, and the second your fingers find any stretch of my skin, I am lost in your beautiful mahogany eyes and finding myself almost forgetting the topic at hand.

It was one such moment that got me in a bit of a bind. It had been around 118 days since an orgasm, my promise to you that I would not cum unless it was by you. Your fingers were rubbing over the ink on my forearm, one of your favorite places to touch, one of my favorite places to be touched. I was lost in the haze of lust, eyes closed in pleasure when I mumbled that I’m yours, use me as you please, I’ll do anything. You have a way of pulling those words from my lips and my eyes snapped open, staring at you in disbelief that you’d lulled me so comfortably into saying so, knowing you’d hold me to it.

Yours was a wolf’s grin. You were delighted you’d been able to tease something so precious from my lips, “I’ll hold you to that.”

And thus, you did.

Fucking a bridesmaid after the rehearsal [MF]

Backstory:

Recently out of a long term relationship, my friend and his future wife decided to try and set me up with one of her best friends at their wedding. I was feeling a bit down, not really confident in myself and wasn’t really looking forward to the wedding. The week came and a few flights later, I was in town to see my best friend get hitched.

My friends talked her up before I met her; about 5’5”, a little thick, cute and by my friend’s wife’s admission, promiscuous. If there was anyone I was going to get lucky with over the course of the next four days, it was her.

Spazz-gasm [FM] [Firstperson] [oral] [cowgirl]

Spazz-gasm – Red cheeks and wet sheets

Have you ever experienced a spazz-gasm? Almost everyone can have them. I hope everyone gets too. When something feels so good, your whole body convulses and the waves of pleasure are like you’re in pure climax but you aren’t physically ejaculating? I hope you know what I mean. It’s amazing. Pure bliss. This could end world wars.

I can only do it to my Mr. when I give him head. He’s huge. My jaw aches. But my gawd- the sounds that erupt from that burley man make me purr. And the views! His muscular, thick thighs all tense, his massive shoulders shudder as a deep delicious moan rolls out of his beard like honey and whiskey as I swirl my tongue around his dickhead, scooping his swollen nuts with out one hand and being a manual cock ring with the other. The head swirl is his favorite. He can never stay quiet, even when he tries. Takes his soul every time.

Turn of the Century [Fm] [MILF] [straight] [fiction]

Any mother would have reservations about her forty three year old friend dating her nineteen year old son, but the situation surrounding her best friend broke Nora Jones’s heart.

Joslyn Hall had been happily married until December 2, 1999. Her husband had admitted to having an extramarital affair and had filed for a divorce. In a little over a week, the split was legally done and her dreams about seeing the end of the 1900s and greeting the 2000s with her high school sweetheart and husband had been dashed and vaporized.

Her moods ranged from resentment to suicidal, but after much support from her friends and professional counseling, Joslyn was stablized and everything seemed on the up and up.

That is until the previous week when she had called Nora and asked if she could date her son Patrick. She explained that before she had met her husband in high school, there had been a boy she had been sweet with in middle school and this boy had looked a lot like Patrick looked now, only Patrick was almost into his twenties.

Fucking my tinder date in the bar bathroom [MF] [cream pie]

The date was going surpringly well.

I wasn’t expecting that since most of the guys I meet on dating apps either don’t look like their photos or they aren’t capable of holding a good conversation. I haven’t met a single person yet that I personally had a desire to fuck.

Until tonight.

Cal returned from the bar with our drinks and we clinked them together in high spirits. We were two drinks in each at this point and I really started to loosen up and enjoy myself.

“My turn? I don’t think so! I asked the last one before I went to the bar!”

Cal smiled at me as he said this, his eyes falling over me, greedily. I bite my lip and felt myself blush.

“Okay right right, let’s see. Never have I ever…” I paused, not sure what to say. I wanted to steer the conversation in a different direction and I know Cal wanted that too.

“Right okay, sorry, never have I ever had sex in a public place”. I didn’t break eye contact the entire time. Cal leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair.

How working as a croquet model (kind of) got me laid, and landed me a life long fetish [Exhibitionism][Voyeurism ][CFNM][MF][Masturbation][Cum on clothes]

I just used a version of this story to answer a prompt on [/r/dirtypenpals](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirtypenpals), but since she never got back to me, I thought I would reformat it for this sub instead, as it fits nicely with this month’s theme.

This is kind of a “birth of a fetish”-story, as the events hereafter really stoked my interest in exhibitionism, voyeurism and CFNM/CMNF scenarios.

When I was a young student at the local university around 10 years ago, I fell into a gig working as a croquet model at the local school of architecture.

I was out drinking one night, when a friend to me about an acquaintance teaching a drawing class, that was mandatory for first year students at the school. She had told him she needed male models – a piece of information he relayed to me as a dare. It paid double the normal rate for the kind of random unskilled labor I did at the time, and since I’ve never been neither shy, nor willing to turn down a dare, I texted the teacher and shortly thereafter started working.