I (20)[F] had the best sex I’ve ever had with my man (36)[M] and I can’t stop thinking about it.

So I originally posted about this in the Sex sub but you can’t go too nsfw there so I had to create this.

So I’d had a crush on him for months, and finally asked him out a couple of weeks back. We’d been out on a few dates and at the end of the last one, we kissed. And he’s an AMAZING Kisser. I can’t describe it, but he just probes your mouth with his tongue. He promised to make me a dinner at his place for Valentine’s Day, as I’d said no one had ever cooked a meal for me ever. I was so excited through the week, I masturbated so much to our kiss alone. If he could make me cum so hard just at the thought of fucking him, I tried to imagine how good fucking him could be.

I pulled out all the stops – I shaved for starters. I bought a new sexy lingerie set that left nothing to the imagination and wore my best dress that shows off my best feature – my boobs (I’m a natural DD). And I had my heels on – I’m 5’7 barefoot, so I wanted to look even taller.

[MF] Nude photoshoot

I knew Ava from my freshmen year of college. We got along well because we were both kinda nerdy and liked skateboarding, anime and old sci-fi movies. She was a little more open about her love of Star Wars and everything geeky, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”. In high school I was an athlete, and while I ran with a kind of ‘in-between’ crowd, youthful naivity kept my nerdiness closeted. I had an irriational fear of being socially ‘outed’ because nobody else was into that in my high school. College was great because I finally felt free to express myself and I met a ton of like-minded people. Ava caught my eye immediately because she was tan, fit, had short black hair (pulled back into a ponytail…I don’t know what it is about girls with short hair that drive me wild, it just does) with a juicy ass and pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the ‘nerd’ crowd and as a result, didn’t know how hot she was. Come high school graduation, she had become full-figure gorgeous. Despite my sports career, I was equally shy and the two of us meshed well. We dated for a few months before we broke up and went out separate ways. It was mutual.

[F]irst [F]emale Cuckold Part 1 [MFF]

My boyfriend and I aren’t exactly exclusive. Don’t get me wrong, I love him with all that I am and he wants to be but I’m a really big cumslut so we have an agreement: We can date but I can get all the cock and pussy I need to keep me satisfied. The only catch is he gets to watch and I blow/fuck him last. Since it was his idea, I didn’t object. He’s allowing me to fuck my brains out in a safe environment. For the sake of the story, we’ll call my boyfriend, “J” and the special guest, “S.”

J and I can’t go a minute without talking about something sexual, whether we’re serious or completely kidding. He already knows I’m wet most of the time so he just likes to get me to the point of fucking him as soon as we close the door at his place. Sometimes, he has a friend lined up for me when we get back from running errands together and other times, he asks if I would mind if someone he knew hung out and it just ends up leading to me being bent over the dining room table with a thick cock pounding me until I can’t walk straight for the rest of the day.

Mandatory Ejaculation Service [Consent/Nonconsent] [Millking] [Last men alive] [Horror Kinda]

The first orgasm I was forced to have was the best one.

As a matter of fact as I think back on it now, it might have been the only good one.

Well no, that’s not entirely true either. Usually the orgasms I have early in the morning are quite enjoyable. And just the very first one after mealtimes are usually not too bad…

Ah, sorry. I got carried away thinking about other things. In my defense, this is all I have the opportunity to think about. Day in and day out they milk me dry, sucking out every last drop of semen from my balls, and there’s nothing I can do about it. So to pass the time what choice do I have but think about my situation?

Oh right, my situation, that’s what I wanted to tell you about. I really should focus, someone might come in here any moment.

Wednesday Night Partys [M][F][F]

We used to have core group for friends, and we had one great summer of Wednesday night parties. I always had to work the next day, but all of my friends were a bit younger with no collage classes on Thursday morning, this is how the party was born. There were many good times, sometimes with boobs, this time with blow job. It was like every other Wednesday night party, good drink, games, and lots of laughs. My friend and wing man, or girl, “K” said two of her friends were coming over and I was like cool. I kind of had a bit of back story about these girls and knew there were a lot of fun. They show up and I say hello to “L” and “O”. I smile and offer them some pizza and a drink. They take me up and they peel off to some other friends. Some time goes by and we are all getting loud and having fun.

[F4M][College][Revenge][Oral][Cowgirl]

I had been looking forward to the weekend like so many people do, but for me it was different. I didn’t have any grand plans; I wasn’t the type to party and I rarely went out. The excitement began on a Tuesday when my roommate told me that she’d be home for the weekend, I can’t even recall the reason and frankly, I didn’t care. I had some space, room to breath after a particularly stressful week. After two tests and a paper I had survived and just wanted to relax and clear my mind, perhaps enjoy the weekend for a change…

-Byler University of Liberal Arts: Lux Hall Sophomore Housing-

-7:00 pm-

It was a warm September night and I was lying in bed listening to the faint whistle of the wind coming through my window. The sun had just barely set, and the room existed in a twilight between the waking and the dreaming. Staring blankly at the ceiling, there was a single thought playing over and over in my head, “fuck everything”. What should have been a pleasant breeze, felt harsh on my skin and the world seemed to lack the colors of life. Lifting my phone in the air, my eyes linger on the flower that was my background and in the low light, I struggle to pull the image into focus. My vision clears and I glance at the time, 7:03pm… wondering how things had gone so wrong, so fast.

My [f]airytale [m]uffdive: all the ways he ate me out! (Pics included)

Big thank you to Reddit: r/randomactsofmuffdive for being the intermediary that brought me all these [sexy times.](https://imgur.com/a/8I6Zeyf)

**Posting**

I lurked RAOMD, searching, waiting for the perfect post and settled at times- replying to ones that fit just 75% of my criteria. Prior to meeting him, I’ve had 1 other successful encounter prior to posting. Growing increasingly frustrated waiting for the perfect diver, I drafted, edited and posted on a throwaway. I craved a giver between my legs. Who would flirt with me until my panties soaked through. Who would tease me until I begged for their cock. Who had the patience and self control to take their time with me.

Writing to me with perfect punctuation, he offered to spend 8 hours learning about what my body wanted and craved. He told me that he was REALLY into women who wanted to take their time and he would try things I never knew I wanted.

This fairytale did not happen linearly and other chapters can be found in my [post history.](https://www.reddit.com/u/singingsongss/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

**Meet & Greet**

We flirted through messages for a few days and on our first meeting, he pulled out a single rose, “I got you this but I don’t know if it’s too much.”

Me Before You – Niall’s Perspective [MF]

This is a story of endless love. It is a sad story, a story of bad timing, but it is my story. To really understand it, I need to first provide some background, context if you will, of my life leading to my first encounter with Kate.

Most of my life I had pretty much done what others thought I should do, and I focused little on what I wanted for myself. I believe now this was largely due to my upbringing, which was a bit of a dichotomy. At one level, I was raised to believe I could do anything I put my mind to do, and at work or at play I was allowed to do and try to do everything. My father was a carpenter, and I could cut things apart and pound things back together trying to build what I imagined. I was never told to stop. On the other level, I was still raised under the old patrilineal system of ‘elders where always right and you instantly deferred to their word.’ There was no hesitation, if an elder spoke, you obeyed. I was always being told their vision of right and wrong and had to follow that above all else, such as your word was your bond and if you gave it to someone the honourable thing to do was keep your commitment. I believe this to be a good learning as I think there is way too much disrespect in the world today. Consequently though, I constantly deferred to others; I was the consummate introvert.

True Life: I was a Cuckold in College & I Watched My Girlfriend Take a Big Dick (Part 1) [MF]

# INTRODUCTION

I didn’t always have a cuckold fantasy. Like many others I’ve spoken to it’s something that developed slowly over a long period of time, and for me, the process started with trauma. In high school I dated a girl named Alex. She was my first girlfriend, my first kiss, and the girl I lost my virginity to. Our relationship was mostly teenage puppy love and for the brief time that we did date, things were mostly good.

That changed once we graduated from high school. Alex went off to college in the summer leaving me behind as I didn’t start until the fall semester. The distance was tough and gradually I began to suspect something was wrong. Fast forward a couple of months and I learned the truth. Alex and I sat in my car in the parking lot of a Starbucks days after she returned from summer semester, and she confessed to me amid tears that she had slept with someone else. “It only happened one time,” she said. “It was an accident,” she insisted. “I love you,” she assured me.

The Sushi Bar (mf) (non/dub-con) (firstdate)

Mai blotted her red lipstick and studied herself in her vanity mirror.

Most people would describe her as cute. Not a sexy bombshell, not a raving beauty.

…cute.

She sighed and studied further.

Dark brown eyes pulled sharply up at the corners, a feature given to her by her Korean mother.

She fussed her sleek short black hair, and it quickly fell back into perfectly straight blue-black strands.

Cute…she sighed and pulled her top a little lower, exposing an ample cleavage.

She swapped her sensible flats for a pair of cherry-red heels, which elongated her pale legs in the tiny miniskirt she poured herself into.

Mai opened her vanity to pull a smoky black eyeliner. Heavy wings gave her a sultry look.

She took a joint from the vanity drawer and opened the dating app on her phone.

Mai pulled hard on the joint and scrolled through Will’s profile. Tall, successful, confident, and sexy as hell.

“What’s the catch?” She thought to herself while blowing smoke out the window.