Poison [MF]

She is poison. She is venom of the worst sort. I find myself sitting across from her anyway. Worse still, I find myself wanting her, her poison be damned! Wanting to roll the dice and taste her seduction; without choking on the poison that always comes with it.

She is poison. She’s destroyed men I felt were much stronger than me. Still, I’m getting drawn into her eyes that study me, feeling her striping the clothes virtually off of my body, imagining all of the ways she will pull me in, desperate to wanting her touch.

She is poison, and I cannot help myself but to want a taste of it. I’ve always come to her rescue after she’s burned all the bridges down around her. I’ve always given her the shoulder to cry on, the understanding, the loyalty. Before now, I avoided the poison that she is. But I have lived my life avoiding poisons of all sorts. I have driven down the road of the straight and narrow and still have gotten rammed into. My life is currently a car wreck of metal and flesh and blood and bone. I hurt, I weep. And I am too tired to avoid a possible taste of poison now. From my current vantage point, dying from her wicked poison seems a fate better than dying from what already ails me.

[MF] Went to club, met someone, fucked in cubicle.

Hello again readers. Are you sitting comfortably?

Then I’ll begin…

At about 19 my friend and I went out for a few drinks on a Saturday night, a fairly regular occurrence which usually ended up with us turning up to work together on the Sunday morning (as we worked in the same place) with monster hangovers that were being beaten into submission by cooked pig rolls and bottles of Irn Bru (the best hangover cure in the cosmos) although to be fair, we were usually still half pissed on the Sunday morning.

This particular Saturday night we go to a couple of bars first, have a drink in each bar and talk shit with each other and anyone who would listen, then headed to a club that was usually quite loud but was open late and had some table booths like caves carved in the rock hidden along a short corridor. Well a short while after getting there and half way through drink number 1 I started chatting with a girl that was standing at the bar next to me, just general chit-chat type stuff but it was really loud so we head to see if there’s a booth free because it’s quieter there so we could hear at least half of what we were saying.

Act Of Lust – A Real Encounter With a Sexual Equal – Part 1

I will never forget Toni! I often think back to our time together, and I often regret us losing touch. I met her when I lived with my roommates. They were the crazy partying type, but I was only that way on occasion. Our neighbor would often come over to hang which wasn’t really an issue. He was dating a girl that to me was just way out of his league.

He would be short with her on occasion and sometimes they would fight in front of us which made things awkward, but we didn’t really care because they would usually just apologize and head back to his place to continue the arguing. I remember thinking in my head how did this guy snag her. When she was over, we would occasionally lock eyes, and I could tell there was some attraction between us, but she was taken, and even more so by the neighbor next door.

[M]y experience with the shy barista [F] – LONG

There is a coffee shop not too far from my house that I visit a few times a week. Always in the morning on the way to work, I always go inside because it seems to be quicker than the horrible drive-through that wraps around the building.

While the baristas sometimes change, there were a few constant ones I seem to see almost every day. One of them, Lexie, was a quiet girl of maybe 23. She was definitely cute, a little mousy and innocent, with no visible tattoos. She was maybe 5’4, dark brown, straight hair. She was slender with probably a B cup, but she had an infectious smile. I always enjoyed seeing her, and eventually, she knew my name and face to go along with my coffee order. I didn’t think much of it, knowing she had tons of other regulars, and I was probably 15 years older than her at the time.

A few months down the road, I was checking out Tinder. I’m not on there much, but occasionally will see what will hit. To my surprise, after a few swipes, none other than Lexie popped up.

Hand job from wifes friend [MF]

A friend Jill [F45] stayed with us [M48] [F49] for a couple of nights as she had come down to London from Scotland for the weekend. She was an old work colleague of my wife but I knew her quite well too having met them both for after work drinks many times.

She is quite attractive and looks young for her age. Short blond hair, petite frame but full tits and curvy ass. They went out for dinner with a few other old friends and come back quite late, quite merry and continued to drink a bit more.

I had work to go to in the morning so left them chatting. When I woke up in the morning I wasn’t surprised there was no other movement in the house. My wife was buried under the duvet and there was no other sound in the house. I slipped my naked body out from bed and went to the bathroom. My morning erection wobbled from side to side as I passed the guest bedroom. The door was ajar and through the gap it was in semi darkness and in silence.

“Cheating, Using My Ass, In The Movie Theater” [mf] [anal]

“Cheating, Using My Ass, In The Movie Theater”
“My boyfriend, his friend, and I, went to see a movie together. For some reason his friend is always with us. My boyfriend trusts him. They have been friends since they were little. We wanted to be away from the few other people in the theater, so we decided to sit up in the last row, beneath the projector. Like I had said, there weren’t that many people in there. It was cold outside, so we all had our winter coats with us. I had mine on my lap. I actually had on stretch pants, which was not a good idea on my part. It took a good half hour for my legs to thaw out.

I was sitting in the middle between the two. I’m pretty sure that Joey liked me, yet, my boyfriend, Erik, didn’t have a clue. He brought Joey with him everywhere. It’s like these two couldn’t get by without each other. Yah, I’m pretty sure Erik had no idea about Joey. In fact, I know he didn’t. He’s not smart like that.

[FFM] A threesome I’ve waited 3 years for. Includes cheating

Although I frequent this sub quite a lot this is my first actual post so I’m hoping that you guys enjoy this! This sexual endeavour occurred around a month ago, and isn’t my proudest moment as it involves cheating, so just wanted to give you guys a heads up.

I’ll give you a quick intro about us two, I’m 27 and around 5ft 8”, average build with thick thighs and ass and a pair of 32DD boobs which I think are my best attribute. Luke is 43, 5ft 7” and looks like your typical snowboarding dude. We’ve been together for over 7 years and although we’re madly in love with each other, it’s always exciting to try new things.

So we have some friends who are also a couple, similar ages and we get on great with. We often socialise together either at the pub or round each other’s houses hosting dinner parties and drinking copious amounts of wine. After the drinks are flowing the flirting between me and her tend to get ramped up and we’ll quite often find ourselves dancing around the living room naked or making out to tease the guys. There’s been some fumbling involved but we all tend to laugh it off, get dressed and carry on with the night. Sometimes I’ll stay round their house if Luke is away for work and will sleep in their bed, and again although we’ve gotten very close, we’ve never actually taken it to the next level. Until a couple of weeks ago…

College slut fucks the virgin out of me [MF] [Teen]

I was a college senior, and still a virgin. Which was depressing considering I went to a school

nationally ranked for the hottest girls of any university. It was overwhelming. Wherever I walked on

campus, I would see the most beautiful young women you could imagine. They were everywhere.

Blondes, brunettes, everything. And as greek life was huge at my school, they were all in sororities,

so they always wore clothes that showed off their tight bodies and spent every weekend getting

blackout drunk and fucked by a new fraternity brother.

I wasn’t really apart of that lifestyle, though I badly wanted to be. I tried rushing a frat but could never

get in. I tried talking to these girls but it never lead anywhere. So I watched from the outside, and

almost everyday I jerked off thinking about them. Especially this one girl in my statistics class, Kiana.

She was a Delta Gamma. She had dirty blonde hair and the face of a good girl with a wild side. Her

body was fucking perfect. Pale white skin, skinny figure but with big round tits and a plump ass. She

[MF] That time I (25f) fucked an old man (56m) for money

I was about 25 and he was in his late 50s. I was broke as fuck but already working 3 jobs. I really needed money. I’d gotten offers before but I didn’t want to straight up sell my pussy so I went on seeking arrangements. Most of the guys were gross or obviously scammers, but this guy seemed legit and he was nice. He wasn’t very attractive but he wasn’t gross. He looked pretty good for his age, I guess.

We chatted for a few days and then he invited me over to his house, which was very big and nice. He sent a car for me. When I got there, he showed me around the house, watched me dip my feet in the pool. He gave me the money as soon as I got there, $500 cash in an envelope. He was subtle about it and so was I, I just slipped it in my purse and said thank you.

He fed me shrimp cocktail and bragged about his career. He’s famous in another country and gave me a memento related to one of his projects. (I just threw it out recently). He talked a lot about his kid and about some junkie woman he had taken care of but had to kick out. I went to the bathroom a lot, just to breathe and think and process.

[Group] House Party with Friends.

Strap in folks this will be a long one.

Usual disclaimers, names changed to protect the innocent, everyone over legal age at the time.

Mel and I had been FWB for about a year before she met Jason. He seemed like a nice guy, we ran into each other at a couple parties after she ended things with me to try and get serious with him. I always tried to respect that, even though every time we saw one another that spark was definitely still there.
She was tall, almost as tall as I am at 6’1”. She was thin and strong, short brown hair, small breasts, wired tight with muscle. She had been a serious athlete all through school and it showed.
He was a little smaller than her,slight of build, long hair, pale complexion. Like Woody Allen and Ichabod Crane had a baby but it somehow came out effeminately handsome. He was funny and a talented artist. I could see what she liked in him and to be honest when I ran into them together the Bi part of me heated up pretty quickly, sex with her was always amazing, she made you work for it. She liked to be dominated but it was a challenge, she wasn’t going to just lay there and let you have your way with her. You were overpowering a 5’11” athlete who liked to play rough, and damn did she like to play rough. She wanted to be thrown around, choked, held down and fucked hard, and if you could do it she would cum over and over again.
I think that was part of the reason we had such chemistry. I am a big guy, over 6 foot tall, 220 pounds, I wasn’t an athlete or a gym rat but I grew up doing farm work and was working as a roofer at the time. I was strong enough to over power her and had a dominate streak in me that she just amplified. It seemed like I could never be too rough with her.