[MFF] After a crappy end to my 2018, I decided to fuck my way around Asia. Part 1 – The Philippines

Before I start, I wanted to say that I did an AMA on this just in case the story sounds familiar to some of you. Link below.

https://redd.it/atja0q

The last quarter of 2018 was extremely difficult for me. Not only did I lose my girlfriend of 10 years, but I also lost my best friend to cancer. I was devastated.

In the beginning on 2019, I decided to do something to get out of my funk and knew exactly what I wanted to do. After figuring out how much it was going to cost me roughly, I decided to sell a lot of my collection (mostly toys from my childhood) to fund my trip.

The first place I went to was the Philippines. A good friend from work introduced me to an intermediary who set up some beautiful escorts for me.

I took one day to rest after I arrived and I had the girls come to my hotel the next day. I was going to be in the Philippines for almost two weeks, and though I had an itinerary planned, I was not sure if I wanted to travel alone or bring an escort with me.

How an unexpected foursome blasted away 18 years of repressed sexuality [Group] FMFM

Hello! I’m very new to all of this, as I’ve only been slutting it up for a few months. But my (select) friends and acquaintances have been enjoying hearing about my sexual exploits so much they encouraged me to start documenting them. Everything I write is 100% true, although some details get hazy and foggy because I’m such a pothead. This is the long and involved story of my sexual awakening this past Labor Day 2018 and how I gained super slut powers and started my foray into slutdom.

So some background about me and my sexual history. I’m a married 38 year old nerd. I met my husband Jack (names changed for anonymity) in college and we’ve been together and monogamous for 18 years (up until Labor Day 2018). He was pretty much my first lay.

You can skip ahead to the foursome at **** if you like.

[MF] Head from Housekeeping

I’ve worked the front desk at a hotel for the past few years. The housekeepers are predominantly Mexican. One maid, who we’ll call Maria, is in her mid 40’s but still cute. Doesn’t speak a lick of English except “Yes, no, please or thank you.” Literally the only four English words I’ve heard her speak. She’s short, thick in the right places, and has a lovely ass that is put on display every time she walks by pushing her housekeeping cart. I am 6’0″, 26 years old, in good shape and like to think I’m handsome enough.

All the maids and I have a great relationship, and they like to poke fun at my broken and bumbled Spanish whenever I try to converse with them. They also speak Spanish rapidly and giggle like schoolgirls whenever I enter and then leave a room. I assume most of it is innocuous stuff and probably done more for entertainment than actual sexual commentary. The housekeeping manager, however, has told me numerous times that Maria’s remarks are quite…graphic. She jokingly told me that she couldn’t repeat what was said or else she’d have to go to Confession for simply repeating it.

Long Flight Home-Arrival (part 6 of the Carmen Adventures)

I quickly drained the bottle Carmen threw me. All that exercise really took it out of me. I went to the table for another. It was half finished by the time I entered my suite’s bathroom.

The sound of falling water and a warm fog filled the space. If Carmen was in here, I was going to have fun finding her. I could smell the floral scent of the luxury shampoo provided in the transoceanic valet kit. I saw the print of her buttocks on the glass shower door. She was holding her hair out of the water as she lathered.

Suddenly, I was possessed by the memory of a college dorm prank. I reached my half-empty bottle of cold water over the door and poured it on her. “Oh! You are evil,” she gasped, as she opened the door and pulled me in by the waistband of my pajama pants.

She threw her arms around my neck stood on her toes and held me in a tight embrace as she pulled me under the hot shower with her. “That was mean. Now, I am going to punish you.”

Finally [Erotica| MF, Public, Tease/Denial, Edging]

*Finally*. I was waiting at the coffee spot we agreed on. It’s wasn’t to far from my place. We’d been chatting online for a few weeks, you’d been traveling for work and we’d both been looking forward to your return, even if we were trying to keep it casual. Our messaging had gone from light flirting, to erotic curiosity, all the way to downright raunchy. We both knew what we looked like beneath our clothes.

I’d brought a book to keep me occupied while I waited, opened to a page I’d attempted to read 12 times before my thoughts wandered back to you, and your lips.. And your hands. I’d just about decided to give put it away as a lost cause when the bell above the door jingled. I looked up and saw you walk in, coat billowing as the wind ushered you in. I couldn’t help but smile. You scanned the restaurant looking for me, it was a cold, windy day but a few people had braved the weather to grab a cup of something warm. Your eyes caught mine and you pointed to the counter and went to order.

[Fm] [m-mast] [voy] [oral] [str8] The swimming pool (Part 2)

*This is the second (and maybe last) part of Luke and Jane’s sexual adventure*

Luke went to the pool every day, without fail at the same time. She wasn’t there. Not the first day. Not the second. Not for a week. He spent his days longing to see her again, masturbating to the fantasy of her, and in fear that she would somehow reach to his family and humiliate him.

She avoided the pool. She was afraid of running into him again. Of falling pray to the temptation. The shower head was her loving companion every night, as her husband lay in bed, sleeping, ignoring her beauty, leaving her unfulfilled. He had fallen pray to habit, to comfort, and forgot to want his own wife, to lust after her. And she was left to her own devices, pleasuring herself, quietly moaning over the sound of the shower, fantasizing about the young boy that had cum for her in the swimming pool, with no restraint, nothing but his primal carnal lust for her.

My friend and I were bored in class so we decided to play tht “One Word Story Game” We also wanted to eat Brian.

Shut the door please there are men and dogs out for me. I am not food. I should go to the toilet and take out my phone for reddit then poop the egg in the sink for tonight’s dinner. My friend is very gay and they are black with a name whose name is Carson. Later, he will go to suck his own lollipop and his dick after kissing his best girl, Brian. During school, I decided to take precautions and some snacks with chocolate on top of the cream pie. It was horrific because of the teacher’s giant nose and lips. His sense of smell is so amazingly good because of when he smelt my ass he sniffed the ass of big booty Brian. Everyone loves Brian’s ass because it smells thicc as a baboon’s baby. Damn unlucky that I didn’t get to smell it. I should sneak in her room so I can witness her marvelous panties and smell it on my nose as I masturbate on her pants with her bras. Then she will come in my room whilst my nose is hairy and occupied with her hair strapped to my head. She doesn’t really like what I was doing to her stuff and myself included. Even though she saw all the posters, she wasn’t surprised that I am actually straight because I always act like I want to eat hotdogs from male asses. This is just unfortunate for me but it is alright because I can still restore my reputation by smashing that pussy and I want to eat her ass as I let her suck her own PENIS.

This is my life now – Chapter 1 [MF] (Body Swap)

CH1

I’ve tried to write this out so many times but I keep scrapping it and starting again. I can never quite put my story into words. I guess the best way to start is at the beginning and just try to recount these events has they happened. You can be the judge as to whether or not I am successful.

My name was Jim, I was just over 6’ tall, sort of lanky, and daily average. Aside from my height I wouldn’t have stood out much in a crowd. I stuck to jeans and large t shirts when going out and a simple suit while working. I was never much of a people person so I liked being able to blend in to the background whenever I could. Because of this I was never very successful on Tinder. Maybe it was my profile, maybe it was my pictures. Who knows. Eventually I matched with this gorgeous girl who looked like she was WAY out of my league. We chatted through the app and seemed to have pretty good chemistry. It wasn’t long before we set up a date and decided to meet. I put on my nice casual clothes, cords and a button up shirt, got my hair cut, a fresh shave, a small dose of cologne, and I was ready. I hopped into my car and headed for the restaurant we had agreed to meet at. I was really early. I kept reading and rereading her profile while I sat in my car. I was still surprised she wanted to meet me, of all people, and I half expected someone different from the pictures to walk in or to be stood up completely.

Work Trip Cheat, oops [FM]

Before we start I get it. I cheated and that is shitty. I don’t need your crap comments. Keep this to yourself. They are all accurate I’m sure and I’ll just admit that right off the bat. I will also admit my brain hates me for it my body is happy I fucked up. So…..

I’ve been in Columbus for work for the past three weeks and have two more to go. My husband was supposed to fly in but got stuck in NYC. That meant bored and alone for me.

This weekend was a large convention that included just about every level of physical fitness. I workout but I’m not someone that normally come to this kind of event but boredom helped get me in the door.

[FF] Helping my (allegedly) straight friend after a break up.

Hi guys, I’m newly single and looking for somewhere to channel my sexual energy which is why i find myself here. The whole story has been typed on my phone over a few days, sometimes at work or whenever i can sneak 5 minutes to myself. Sorry if its a bit rambley at times or if the grammer and formatting is a mess.

So for a little background, both myself (Carla) and my friend (Chloe) were around 22 at the time of this story. We are both on the shorter side, her a blonde, myself a brunette. I’d describe myself as slim with a few curves, her as a bit more curvy, but certainly not approaching chubby or fat (a point worth remembering for later) though she was far more blessed in the chest so to speak. Fill in the blanks as you like guys, we all know that’s not why you’re here.