The time I drank breast [m]ilk [f]rom a woman at a bar and never got her name

So this happened relatively recently. I had gone to visit family out if state and by day three I needed to get out of that house.

I told them I was going out to see a movie or something. I am 39 kids are on the youngish side and we live very far away from the rest of my family. They were .ore than happy to have the kids there and I needed a break from my extended family.

I did have every intention of going to a movie but was planning to stop and have a beer first

I went to the local bar, new place that wasn’t there when I lived in the area, and they were having a poker night. The bar was empty but every other table was full of people playing poker and the bartender was MIA. I was about to leave when she comes back apologizing for being stuck waiting tables. I say no problem and order a Yengling as their beer selection was fairly sparse.

I gave her cash and planned to have one beer than head to the movie. I figured I would check out another bar afterwards as this place just wasn’t doing anything.

I lost my virginity to a sluttyiest girl I have ever met. [MF]

So this is a story all about how I lost my virginity as a horny 18 yo. teenager to a girl of same age but much more exeperianced. Much, much more.

The story started on a hot summer evening in a night club in an old European city. Me and my friends hit the club one night, and we were pretty drunk like every other person who goes out clubbing. As the night goes by, me and my friends lost each other. some were dancing, some were drinking, some were trying to get some luck with the ladies. As you might guess, I was the one who tried to get some that night. I spotted some girl dancing alone, and she got some moves on her. She was tall and skinny, with nice legs and perky ass. When I caught her looking I knew I need to do something. We ended up dancing and kissing all of the rest of the night. We spend some time on the balcony of the club and she was sitting in my lap and we were kissing. And then she said: “I love your lips so much, I would fuck you so badly right now”. Right there I knew I was in for a treat. After hearing that sentence I had a boner for a next few hours. The night ended with that and we exchanged information and parted ways.

Staying over at a friend’s place [MF]

This happened a long time ago, so I may have embellished a few things in my mind over the intervening years. I’ve also tried to write it to make it a good story, and I’m still trying to practice my writing style. It’s long, but I hope you like it.

I was always stupid when it came to women. For the longest time, I thought girls weren’t interested in me, and I was lucky to still have my high school girlfriend in university. But as things go we drifted apart, then broke up, and I left heartbroken and convinced that there was no one out there who would want to be with me. I had lots of female friends, but in my mind the gulf between friendship and romantic partner was miles apart, and I honestly didn’t think of my friends that way. On top of that, I was horny as hell, surrounded by beautiful people (everyone is beautiful in their 20s), and had never had any kind of sex outside of a ‘relationship’. I was clueless and oblivious, but the truth was that I was a good looking guy and I could make women laugh. Several times after a party, friends would ask me why I didn’t make a move on a girl who had been all over me, and the reason was that it didn’t occur to me that they were interested. This was usually followed by me wanting to punch myself in the balls for being such an idiot. I guess I was waiting for a girl to grab me by the dick to get the message across.

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Soon (ENF / Exhibitionist & Voyeur)

Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning’s play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting her feet into her sandals, and retrieving their bags, Jo followed.

Yvette was a little shorter and curvier than most of the volleyball players in the tournament, and not as good, she would not have been playing in the tournament at all had Jo’s regular partner not twisted her ankle the previous day.

Jo had imagined herself in the papers the next day, it was not often that she got the opportunity to play in a high profile tournament in her sport, but when Abbie went down injured, the possibility of winning seemed to disappear. Yvette was adequate, but that was it, and without the agility to make up for her lack of height they had been up against it all morning.

Yvette walked on past the practise net and on to the sea, where she knelt, wet her hands and ran them through her blond hair.

New Toys [MF] [Toys] [Romantic]

“Um….Blake? What exactly am I looking at?” asked a confused and slightly embarrassed Heather Cyrus.

“Well, I want to say it’s exactly what you think it is, but given your limited experience with this sort of thing…”

Her boyfriend’s careful words trailed off. She sensed him trying hard not to laugh. He should’ve tried harder.

Heather had planned on enjoying a romantic night with her lover, Blake Quinton. They had endured long week. Her workload at the marketing firm was more strenuous than usual. When she told her lover she wanted to share some private time, she thought he knew what she meant.

Initially, he got the message. He left work early, ordered some take-out, and set up a candle-lit dinner. He’d also set the mood in their bedroom. He closed the blinds, lit some incense, and put on some soft jazz music. After dinner, he led her into the bedroom where Heather expected to enjoy a night of casual lovemaking. Then, before things got heated, he pulled out a box from under the bed and gave it to her.

That was when she saw it. Blake, the man she loved with all her heart and planned to marry, had bought her a sex toy.

I [F] broke a three year dryspell with a couple [FF] I met last week

I’m home now, naked, my thighs straddling a pillow, the air conditioning on blast, my insides hot, sore, alive, bursting, I don’t even know. I lost count of how many times I’d cum. Or how many times I’d laughed. Or how many times I fell apart.

I need to shower, but I don’t want to. I want this scent stuck to my skin forever. This rich, mind-numbing aroma of women I’ve fallen for. Clinging to me. Seared into my lungs, tucked in tightly with kisses, coursing through my blood. If I close my eyes, I can still picture Morgan’s pale ass as she lay on her tummy and I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her secrets. I can still feel Alicia’s tongue spreading my lips and searching for something deep inside me. I’m so glad I took the time last night to trim my hairs, do my nails, and pamper what needed to be pampered. I had no idea what would happen. It could’ve all just been a fun hangout as friends, but it dissolved into wonderful madness.

Kayla’s Loan, Part 2. [Freeuse] [Gloryhole] [Gangbang]

The first month of Kayla’s semester had begun, and as expected, she was in a rush of going between attending classes, finishing her assignments, and studying to keep herself on track. It had been an interesting month to say the least. Kayla was finally in the spot she dreamed of for years: In her dream university, studying exactly what she wanted to study. It almost felt unreal. On top of that she didn’t have to worry about providing for her family thanks to the universities scholarship program.

For once in her life she actually had free time to do what she wanted to do. In fact she had already made some friends with plans to meetup next weekend. Kayla smiled as she walked her way down the campus halls. Things were going…amazingly, and for the first time in a long time she felt a feeling of contentment. Still, the first day of her new job as agreed on in the scholarship was fast approaching. Kayla pushed it to the back of her mind and told herself to just focus on her studies but still, it kept popping up in her head over and over again. Giving her a strange sense of both dread as well as….curiosity.

[FMF] The Time I got a Hands-on Blowjob Lesson

Disclaimer: All the parties involved in this story were 18+ when events occurred.

So the support for my first story with Michele really caught me off guard but I just wanted to say thank you to everyone! I won’t lie, there are a good amount of stories with her so I’m trying to figure out which are the ones worth posting.

So around a week after our first interaction with Michelle, my bf and I were hanging out in my house watching a movie in my basement. Michelle had sent me a snapchat and so I responded with a photo of me leaning against him watching the TV. When she saw that we were together she asked if she could drop by. I asked my boyfriend and he didn’t mind so I told her yes. She said she’d leave in a minute and that we should fold out the bed. We laughed, did it, and instantly started discussing what she had in store for us.

She wanted his Father instead – Part TWO – (mf) (PIV) (voyeurism) (cuckold) (taboo) (cheating) (coercion) (domination)

He wasn’t going to fuck me tonight? Why the hell not, I know he wanted to he was that hard he could use it as a hammer. He moved back to the doorway as I sat down on the stool, Steve walked through the door look of concern on his face. “Are you okay? I heard you scream.” My pussy was still pulsing from my orgasm.

“Really? You heard a scream through your head set?” I cocked an eyebrow up at him. He blushed slightly until he saw his Dad in the other doorway.

“We were discussing food.” His father’s gruff voice sent tingles down my spine. Fuck I wanted him. “I was just telling *Mila* that I’d take you both a Lugis Italian Restaurant, she agreed.”

“Yep, something might as well fill me.” I smirked to myself, I stood up sneakily flashing my bare pussy at his Father then at his son as I passed him. “I’m going to get changed.” I jogged up the stairs and pushed the door into his room, by the time I was naked in front of my suitcase I felt Steves hand on my shoulder.