[MM] Giving my first blowjob

I’ve always known I was Bisexual.
It’s never bothered me and I’ve never felt ashamed or like I didn’t know who I was. That being said, I’ve never actively sought out homosexual experiences. I’m not interested in dating men, and I have a very specific type of men that I find attractive.

When I was 19 I moved to a town hours away from my friends and family and started going to a community college. And that’s where I met him.
For anonymity’s sake we’ll call him Dave.
Dave was 4 years older than me, super skinny, blonde, and about 6’1. He was ex military. Not my type.
Dave and I had the same history and economics class and when we were in between classes we would hang out and smoke cigarettes together. We became pretty good friends and occasionally we would hang out outside of school. Mostly we just go out to eat.
Dave never hinted to me that he was into men but he never seemed to be interested in women.

Marriage proposal during sex [FM]

It’s my 20th birthday and I’m freezing my buns off. My boyfriend and I have moved in together a few month past and because we are both students and constantly broke we had to go for the low rent shitty kind of apartment. We made it cozy but the heat isn’t working right and there isn’t even a proper bathroom. So, in the middle of an insanely cold and snowy winter, I sit on the couch wrapped in woolen blankets drinking tea nonstop when my bf asks me if I would like to go out, he’d like to invite me for a coffee and cake since we ought to do something fun until the party in the evening. This is a treat and I’m happy to go.

Our weirdest (swingers) evening ever [swinging; group; fraud; unwanted contact; hilarity]

Swingers who play regularly with others will invariably run into all kinds of craziness- it’s the nature of the beast that when people get naked, you just cannot predict for sure how it’s going to end, and whose body is going to end up on the floor! However, some situations outshine the rest in terms of pure batshit craziness, and I have one for the ages to tell you about.

Forced by your son’s friend [FM] [Non-con][age gap]

*Please note that everyone in this story are 18+*

This wasn’t exactly what you were expecting when you decided to visit your son at school. He has barely spent any time with you, he’s so busy with his friends. That doesn’t mean you’re alone though. One of his friends keeps following you wherever you go, clearly he has a crush on you. At first you thought it was a little cute that a younger man was interested in you, but you’re starting to get a little scared. His eyes keep wandering over your petite body, and you know he’s imagining what you look like naked. You wish you had worn a little more clothes, your shorts show off most of your legs, and he seems to be appreciating what he’s seeing. He keeps trying to put his arm around you, but you keep pushing it away. Each time you do it, he gets more and more angry, and all you want to do is get away from him. Suddenly, you feel his hand on your ass, and by pure reflex, you slap him before you try to run away. Before you can get anywhere, he grabs your arm, gripping it too tightly for you to get away.

[M]y virgin sister in law and I had some [F]un

Last month I told you how my sister in law watched me masturbate. Well this weekend we went a step further. I wouldn’t say I’m proud of what I did, but it sure was hot as fuck.

So last weekend I was home alone since my GF was with her long-time-no-see friends. I was planning on staying home playing some video games since my lifestyle doesn’t allow me to play a lot.

As the weekend goes on, I get a call from my GF, telling me her sister is kind of depressed because of the stress induced by her school. As she lives with flatmates and doesn’t have a lot of privacy, she wanted to come home and hang out with my GF for the rest of the weekend.

As I have been in her situation before with no family support at the time, I offered to take car of her and try to cheer her up. My GF thanked me and was relived her sister wouldn’t be alone this weekend.

Welcome Home. [MF][oral]

*As far as travel days go, this one hasn’t been too bad,* I reflected as I waited for my baggage at the carousel. Nice, short flights, reasonable layovers, no running anywhere. And, at the end of it all, I get to see my wonderful husband. I bit my lip thinking about him. We’ve been apart for three weeks and I simply *could not wait* to pounce on him as soon as we got home.

*Thump thump* went the luggage, down onto the belt, and I spotted mine, snagged it, and headed out into the chilly, slightly damp night to meet my husband. He had parked all the way at the end of the arrivals pickup area, and I grinned broadly when he stepped out of the driver’s side door. *He really is the complete package,* I thought to myself. Tall, handsome, hair that would make a Disney prince green with envy. Manual labor had given him some truly fabulous muscles, especially on his arms, shoulders, and back.

We met near the trunk of the car and kissed, hot passion flaring up in my body. It had been *way* too long. He pulled back and grinned at me mischievously. “Let’s get you home,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.

my first time with another women [ff]

My junior year boyfriend and I broke up and I took it personally. I really thought he was a good one but I was wrong. My roommate helped me deal with it.

It was November of junior year and we’d been living together a few months by now and Sam and I had great fun at college got drunk a lot went to a lot of parties and ended up talking about sexual experiences more often than not. She didn’t have a boyfriend and was forever bringing guys back to the apartment. I didn’t mind we had an agreement I never really thought about it anymore but hearing her and the mystery guys going at it always turned me on. I’d find myself lying in bed and all I can hear is her and the mystery man in the room next door pleasuring each other, I found this oddly on turning but always hid how I felt as I had a boyfriend.

Intimate Weekend (MF) Chapter 11

Chapter 11
“Do you want a bottle of water for the road? I’m grabbing one.”, you ask me as you reach into the refrigerator. I walk passed you bending over to get the water and I lay down a firm flirty smack, right on your butt. “Mmm. That ass! I’ll take a water and a piece of this!”, I say and grab your hips from behind, nearly knocking you into the fridge as I playfully thrust myself onto your butt. “Haven’t you had enough today? Jeez!”, you laugh me off and stand up, closing the refrigerator door. You turn to face me and I push myself against you, pinning you against the fridge. I lean in close and run my lips across your cheek, to your ear. “I will NEVER have enough of your sweet ass.”, I say through a light nibble on your ear. I move to kiss your neck and you pull me tight, then slip one of the cold water bottles you’re holding up my shirt and onto my back. “Babe!”, I exclaim, “Fine, we’ll just hit the road then!”, and I wiggle away from the cold wet bottle.

Intimate Weekend (MF) Chapter 8

Chapter 8
You grab my hand and pull me toward the bed. The look in your eyes shows confidence and sass. I love it. “On your back!”, you demand as you nod in the direction of the bed. As I climb on top of the bed, you slip your socks off and say, “I can’t believe you just went down on me, wearing nothing but socks, on the kitchen table! The kids eat dinner there!”. Through a very satisfied smile, I mumble lowly, “Well, now I just ate breakfast there! No regrets!”. You flash your beautiful smile and begin to climb on top of my naked body. “Me either!”, you say back. You’re now perched on top of me with your legs bent at the knees, spread on each side of my body. I can feel your warm soft body against me. So silky and smooth. You move forward to your hands and knees, just above my body. Your absolutely perfect breasts are just inches away from my face. Automatically, my hands go straight to them and I lean forward to get a face full. You give me a little side to side jiggle back and forth and I attempt to get a mouthful. “Nope!”, you say, “It’s your turn now. I’m going to make you cum as hard as you just made me.” You lean down to kiss on me, starting at my neck. I can feel my hard penis rub your body. I know you feel it too because you keep nonchalantly sliding yourself along it. When you lean forward, you bend your body just enough to let it get close to your vagina, but as soon as my tip feels your damp opening, you pull back and begin the tease over again. Each time, you dip me into you just enough to send my nerve endings into a frenzy. After kissing me and rubbing your hands on my chest, your hand moved down and slightly rubbed across my penis that’s now wet from your slippery juices and then lower to gently rub my balls. At the same time, you moved down below my pants line and kissed my soft skin on both sides of my penis. Being careful not to touch my penis, but making sure I could feel your breath, you moved from one side to the other. You then kept your mouth close to my body as you continued to move back up to my mouth, kissing me several times on the way back up. I’m torn between closing my eyes to soak up the much desired attention and leaving them open so I may continue to admire your breathtaking beauty. Next, you go in like you were going to kiss my lips again, but quickly move to my neck and ear area while your hand slips low and grabs my penis. You again move my tip against your nearly dripping vagina in circles and then just barely inside. My heart is racing and pumping blood throughout my fully erect penis that’s just barely inside you, throbbing with anticipation. You lean on one arm to pull your gorgeous hair back out of face and throw it over your shoulder. You look at me and we both grin, acknowledging to each other that neither of us can hold back much longer. That’s when I reach with both hands and grab your butt on each side, pulling you down on top of, thrusting myself into you as deep as I can go. You instantly let out a gasp and lean back to where you’re sitting on top of me while I’m still inside you. “Whoa! I did NOT say you could do that!”, you exclaimed. Pretending to be offended, you subtly begin to move around just enough to feel me pressing against the inside of you. You move in a slight circle for only a moment and without warning you raise up off, allowing me to slide out of you. “It’s not fair if I don’t go down on you too.”, you say as you begin to move back on the bed so your head can reach my waist area. You grab a hold of my penis, still wet from being inside you. Next, you gingerly kiss and lick the tip of me, and begin to stroke me. Up and down with a slight twist and a perfect grip. Your hand feels so good when you apply pressure, moving my skin up and down over my rock hard penis. It’s feels so good that I already want to fight back the urge to cum. I hope pleasing me with your mouth makes you feel as sexy as I feel when I pleasure you with mine. You let your hand roam lower and very softly massage my balls while your mouth takes me in deeper. Now, you’ve locked your soft sexy lips around me and use them to tightly massage my penis. Up and down and up and down, your head rises and falls as you send me on my way to ecstacy. My body can’t hold back and my hips start to thrust into you. “Oh my God, Baby. It feels so good. I never want this to end.”, I whisper between heavy breaths. You run your tongue around my tip, down my shaft, and around my balls before running it back to the tip. Then you say, “I want you to cum. I want to feel your, release when you can’t take the pleasure any longer. Don’t hold back, Baby.” Listening to you say that was was enough to bring me right to the edge. You wrapped your mouth around me once more. You cupped my balls with one hand and twisted my shaft into your mouth with the other. My whole body has tightened up from me holding back. You feel so amazing that I never want you to stop. “I’m cumming”, I blurt out, and you intensify your pleasuring. I have no control over myself and I hold my breath. Right as I’m cumming, your left hand gently squeezes me and pulls my balls toward my penis as if your trying to drain me completely. Your right hand slows down the stroking a bit and squeezes a little more than before. When you feel me start to cum, you suck on me like I’m a straw and you want it all. The sensation is the greatest physical feeling in the world. You take all of me in your mouth and don’t miss a drop. You’ll do anything to give me pleasure, as I would you. I let out a huge breath, “Holy shit.”, I somehow mutter. “I think you just stopped my heart for a minute! That was sooo intense, Babe.” Smiling with satisfaction, you climb halfway up my body and lay your head on my chest. My pounding heart nearly lifts your head off of my chest with each beat. Minutes pass by as our heart rates return to normal. We’re still naked, so you get cold and pull a blanket up over top you. Your head still on my chest and my arm over you, I lean down and kiss the top of your head just like I do every single day. “I’m going to marry you someday.”, I whisper. You take my hand into yours and give it a squeeze, acknowledging my words, but you say nothing. I hold our naked bodies tightly together and soon we’ve both drifted away. We sleep comfortably and intimately for the next few hours. Little did we know, that we were resting up for what would soon become a long weekend of soaking each other up physically and emotionally.

Wanna come? (Long) [MM], [MF], [Group]

My phone beeped, and a message popped up:

“What are you doing next Saturday?”

“Nothing… what did you have in mind?”

“Aiden and Gabe are having a party at their place, they’re asking about you. Wanna come?”

I grinned. Aiden and Gabe are two of my sweetest, tallest, gayest friends. They have a beautiful house out in the mountains, and are utterly infatuated with me.

—–

One night out, a little while ago, Gabe approached me while I was waiting at the bar.

“Hey, CuddlyCurious,” he slurred, accusatorily. “You’re such a cock-tease, you know that?”

For reference—Gabe is 6’5, with big hands, cheeky eyes, and a soft, fuzzy beard. His voice is deep and sonorous; when we first met, I called him Chewbacca, and leaned up against him, Han Solo-style.

I grinned, and batted my eyelashes at him as sweetly as I could manage in my slightly inebriated state.

“I am?”, I pouted. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise… I hope that isn’t a problem?”

As if on cue, the bartender handed me my beer. I bought the bottle to my mouth and, looking him directly in the eyes, ran the tip of my tongue around the lip.