Our First Time Meeting… [FM] [Masturbation] [Oral] [Rough Sex] [Cum]

It’s happening, it’s finally happening. Months of anticipation building up to this moment… I can feel my heart thudding through my chest as if it’s trying to break free, my breath becoming staggered at the thought of what’s to come, what’s just around the corner. My hands grip tightly at the steering wheel and my thighs tense up, trembling in excitement and longing. I can’t wait to reach my destination. Will he be there waiting for me? Or will I be the first to arrive at our room? My mind buzzes, wandering over all of the possibilities that tonight can bring.

“Just keep driving, Em. Stop getting worked up and distracted by excitement. Focus!” I scold at myself, pulling myself out of my own daydream.

My breathing becomes increasingly staggered as I pull into the hotel car park and find a space. As soon as the car engine stops, I’m looking in the mirror. I fluff my thick, shiny hair to look sexy-messy, pinch my cheeks so they’re a rosy innocent red and apply a thin layer of lipgloss to make my plump lips inviting. Just as I start to gather my overnight bag which is on the seat next to me, my phone pings. I glance over nonchalantly and unaware, my heart races as I see his name, and my stomach tenses. Is he here? I unlock my phone and open his message.

So grateful to be fucked perfectly by Him [MF]

We’re laying on my bed, on top of the comforter, talking about things that don’t matter.

Sometimes we walk into my bedroom and he immediately pushes me over the bed and yanks my bottoms down and immediately begins to play with my pussy, but tonight we are polite. we both know what’s coming, and I cannot think of anything but his cock inside of me, but I feel we should make niceties. I barely know what we’re saying.

There is a moment of silence and in that moment I see him glance down between my legs and I know, instantly, that the small talk is over. He reaches over the space between us and seamlessly lifts my breast out of my lace bralette and shirt and begins to, with the gentlest touch, play with my nipple.

“How are they feeling?” he asks. He’s referring to my nipples, which I’d recently pierced.

“Still tender,” I answer, “but stupid sensitive.”

The tenant’s agreement [dubcon] [MF]

Michaela wearily trudged up the stairwell of her apartment building. The lift was broken, though that seemed to be the only downside of her new place. In the second nicest area of the city, surrounded by amenities and only a 12 minute walk, 10 if she was in a rush, from the law firm she worked at. And for so cheap as well? Comparing to other neighbouring buildings, this apartment seemed to be around thirty percent cheaper than others. She was always told to be wary that if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. However she’d thoroughly read through the contract, and could find no issues.

[MF] What a great day

Yesterday, I was able to [start the day with a bang](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bgyty1/mf_a_happy_morning_accident/).

When I got home from work, my wife asked how my day was and I told her it was great because of how it started, that I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and that I had to take care of myself at one point.

She smiled, and the evening continued as normal. After the kids were in bed, she said she was going to “rinse off”.

I was on the couch when I got a text from her. It was a pic of her in our bed, spread eagle with finger in her pussy (effective use of a mirror). The caption was “Just shaved.”

I’m pretty sure I took those stairs 4 at a time.

She was playing with tit, pinching a nipple, and slowly rubbing her clit. She slid a finger down her pussy lips, then made a “come here” motion. I walked to her like zombie, leaned in to kiss her, and she put that sticky finger in my mouth. I tasted her, and she pushed my head between her legs.

“I shaved just for you.”

Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Three

A full week had passed since Ariel had seen Nick. Since the day he’d asked her to stay after, she had been skipping his class, leaving school early instead of attending her math lesson. Something extremely unlike the straight A student, but, she figured, it was also unlike her to let men old enough to be her father touch her pussy. Actually, it was unlike her to let anyone touch her pussy. She’d only ever fantasized about having sex, and she’d be lying if she said she’d never fantasized specifically about Mr. Kennedy’s cock. She’d recently started watching porn, sneaking onto the sites when she was alone in her room. She’d turn the volume down completely and peruse through PornHub.

And she wondered, now more than ever, if his cock looked like the ones she watched on her phone. Like the ones she touched herself to at night, trying to keep herself quiet so she wasn’t caught by her parents. He hadn’t let her see it, though he’d seen her bare pussy and touched it with his fingers. Every time she recalled the sight, remembered the feeling, her panties were soaked all over again. Since that afternoon, she’d been fingering herself nightly, trying to do it like Mr. Kennedy had, but she couldn’t figure out how to make herself feel the way he did.

[M]y guy-friends and I watched porn while on an overnight trip with camp. [Light]

This happened about 5 years ago. My camp group was crashing at the Best Westin in the south. We were on the second night in the designated location. My buddies and I were chatting about life and who we wanted to bang in camp. I’ll call them AF and BG. Not gonna dox them. We received a text message in the boy’s chat of our group. We were seniors in the travel program at this time btw. Our friend said “Omg, porn on channel nine.” I yelled at BG to grab the remote. He was skeptical. But he caved in. Here we were now. Three straight males watching Bunny Ranch on TV.

We were looking at things foreign to us. Like transgender women going down on women born that way. I did not really enjoy most of it but porn is porn, boobs are boobs. You know. BG commented “I have the most awkward boner right now.” I did too. My dick was poking out of my jeans. We did not start the show on time but we stuck out 20 minutes of it. Bunny Ranch was some whack shit to say the least but it made my friends and I horny.

How I lost my virginity to a 9 inch cock [MF]

Hi reddit! This is a follow up to [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/bgodm6/my_first_blowjob_18f/).

Just to recap; this guy and I have been going out for a couple weeks. He’s a senior, I’m a junior (note: don’t worry, I’m 18 at the time of this story). He’s 6′ something”, I’m (as mentioned in the last post) embarrassingly short. Also, as some have said, theatre kids are crazy sexual whackos. I’ve already blown him in our band practice room (again, check out the [last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/bgodm6/my_first_blowjob_18f/)!), but tonight is the night we’re planning to finally fuck. As expected, I’m super nervous. Not really about losing my virginity (bc I’m honestly horny as fuck), but more about getting absolutely destroyed by this man’s giant dick.

So, as any rational person would do, I smoke some weed and get a little tipsy too. We’re at the show’s cast party and I’m trying to keep a totally straight face as I’m talking to my friend, all while grinding into his lap and feeling him get hard against me. After she leaves, we make our way over to a couch on the second floor and shut the door to the host’s day room. He’s pressing into me and I rock myself against his leg, moaning against his mouth. He pins my arms above my head with one hand, and just as he reaches his hand to undo my pants, I hear, “oh fuck.”

[MF] [M-solo] [F-solo] [mentions of ass/choke] [joi] This person does not exist

I always enjoyed discovering random new corners of the Internet. And the other day I stumbled upon a particularly fascinating one: “this person does not exist”. I don’t claim to understand the details, but it is a very smart computer that saw a lot of faces and can now make up entirely new ones. You can look straight in the eyes of a person that … is not a person. A very smart computer figured out what makes a face a face and made a new face, a face that no real human being has. It’s crazy. You can look at all kinds of people, and imagine lives for them, but.. it’s all just pixels on a screen.

I clicked a few times, until I saw her. She was a goddess. Not real, I know. But her hair was the most beautiful shade of blonde ever created, by genetics or otherwise. Her eyes had the color of a precious gemstone, albeit not one that I would be able to name. And everything about her was just beautiful, symmetrical, elegant.

The new neighbors (F/FM) (VOY) Part 2

Part 2

The couple above continued exploring each other’s bodies as she watched below. They turned slightly, now she could see his partially hard cock hanging heavily between them, as thick as she’d secretly hoped it would be. She bit her lower lip as she watched the wife’s small hand grip firmly around his shaft, a soft “fuck” escaped her lips as she allowed one of her fingers to lightly caress herself, shocked and thrilled at how wet she suddenly realized she was. The mans eyes above were closed as his wife brought his manhood to fill arousal. Below a sharp inhale could be heard as the voyeur began sliding her fingers over the hood of her clit, keeping time with the slow rhythm of the wife above stroking full length of her husbands shaft.

The Arrangement, Part 4

Part 3 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bgw90q/the_arrangement_part_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bgw90q/the_arrangement_part_3/)

DAY TWO, PART 1: Marlene had incredible dreams. In them, she was free, and there was no struggle that defined her everyday life. Also, even though she was snuggled against her new fuck-buddy (FB), for the first time since she could recall, she was able to stretch out. In their tiny apartment she & her 3yr. old son shared with her mom, Marlene slept in one of two bunk beds. Her mom had the other, and her son, who had a kids bed, was more often than not in with her. By comparison, several times during the night she had deliberately stretched as far as she possibly could, and relished that she could not feel the edge of the bed. It seemed an ocean of warmth, and she would hate to leave it.