[MF] Our first Tinder date..

We both swiped right when I was on holiday in town interviewing for a few Universities but didn’t start talking until I flew home. After weeks of talking.. getting to know each other.. flirting.. sharing cheeky photos… impressing each other more and more, I was finally on my way to see you for the first time after moving interstate to start school the following month. The anticipation was incredible. There was something about you, since the first time we talked, that drove me wild about you. I was hooked; you occupied many of my waking thoughts.

I arrived at the small mall where we’d agreed to meet and messaged you to say I was there, and asked where you wanted to meet me. You told me to meet you at a bar and cafe, so I went on a little adventure to go find it. With every step I was more nervous and excited, and slightly turned on replaying our flirtatious messages in my head. I spotted you sitting, waiting for me, and walked up and tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and stood up, and we locked eyes for a moment. I grabbed you and pulled you in close for a hug, and went to kiss you on the side of the cheek, accidentally missing and grazing your earlobe with my lips. I felt your body jolt the tiniest bit, and leaned away to kiss you on the cheek properly, then pulling your seat out for you to sit down.

[MF][cheating] I came inside my MIL

So in August my wife was away from home; she’s in sales and was travelling to meet some potential new customers. It’s common for us to spend our summer weekends at my wife’s family home and normally the entire family goes along. For various reasons on that Friday evening when I pulled in to the gated gravel driveway it was only my mother-in-law’s car that greeted me.

I took my bag out of my car and put it in one of the rooms upstairs. It’s a beautiful old building with dark wood interiors and lush carpets. It’s fun to sleep in a different room on each visit and just stare at the detailed features – intricate moldings and ornate sconces and gorgeous furniture – and wonder at the amount of craftsmanship that went in to them. All the bedrooms lead out into the main hallway and I chose one at the far end.

I Fucked My Sleeping Step-Daughter [Str8] [M/f] [Teen] [Non-con] [Semi-Incest] [Step] [Age Gap] [Sleeping]

*The following story contains non-consensual themes. Therefore some people may find it unsettling, upsetting and/or disturbing.*

# READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

I know, I know.

I’m a bad person.

But it’s not like you can judge, we both know why you’re reading this story so why don’t I just get on with it?

I’ll spare you too many details but about a year and a half ago I met my now-wife, Maria. We were both past our prime and looking to settle down and she was everything I looked for in a woman; smart, funny, super sexy and a hard worker. Despite the fact that I have more than enough money to support our family myself, Maria continues to work as a waitress at the diner we met at because she just loves having things to do and helping out, and I admire her for it.

After our first date she informed me that she had a kid who’s dad is no longer in the picture and didn’t want to keep it from me. I had no problems with this since her daughter Mia, was already grown up and I didn’t have to worry about changing diapers.

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 10 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]

This is it, Don thought, settling on the couch. He had been home from his trip for two days and his wife Hanna was out grocery shopping, and his son Pete was at work. He had gone to the garage while still in his pajamas after they had all had breakfast together and retrieved the tablet from the locked cabinet for the security system.

“Time to get to the bottom of this,” he said aloud, recalling the odd way his family had been acting since he returned from his business trip.

His wife and son weren’t exactly acting odd, but certainly different from what had become their “norm.” Hanna, who had been depressed and mercurial, was joyful, carefree and rather, let’s say, amorous. They had been intimate each night since he got back, including the first night. He was exhausted from being on the road all day, but when he’d rolled over to go to sleep, Hanna had snuggled up to him before his eyes were even shut. Though he was wiped, she brought him to life with lively hands, seductive body language and insistent lips. Her hungry mouth against his lips and later, under the covers, lit a fire in him and their love-making session was one of the most memorable he could recall. And it happened twice more!

[FM] Dry humping with my Tinder date

One of the best orgasms I’ve had from a Tinder date actually didn’t even involve us taking our underwear off. I matched with a girl called Vivian who I quite attracted to. She was Asian, 23 years old, curvy in a fantastic way (cleavage spilling out on most of her pictures, big hips and ass that pushed out her skirts heaps), and had huge sexy eyes (and she wore her eye makeup really well too which enhanced the effect). I started flirting pretty hard to begin with, my intentions clear, and she responded quite positively. We eventually met up for drinks at a bar near my apartment. Vivian was wearing a tight white top cut low to show off her ample cleavage, midriff showing with a little silver tummy ring, a tight black skirt hugging her tips and ass, and large purple heels. She had her hair down over each shoulder and her eyes looked even better in person. After an hour or so I asked her outright if she’d be interested in returning home with to fuck. I often find that being direct and assertive about what my intentions when asking a girl home with me is successful in leading to great sex (or an easy way to decline the offer without any weird assumptions).

Happy New Year [FM]

“I haven’t seen Ana for a minute.”
“I think she passed out. It’s 4.30a.”
I look at the clock in the kitchen and it is indeed over 4 hours into the new year.

The kitchen is still as we left it before we left to the party, piled with dinner plates in the sink. An open bottle of Milagro Silver and random shot glasses on every counter space.

I’m now drinking Tullamore on the rocks after a night of Ketel and tonics and champagne. The buzz is heavy but not overpowering. My body feels relaxed but not heavy. We are the last of the New Years revelers still awake.

“Ok. I think it’s time to get to bed,” I tell the last standers as I walk towards my bedroom. “There are some blankets and pillows for you in the closet.”

I walk into the room and look at myself in the mirror one last time. I‘m not as much of a wreck as I’d thought I’d be after a night of partying and dancing. My outfit of choice was comfortable and elegantly casual. A silk fuchsia top that draped loosely over my breasts. Black tight velvet jeans that people kept wanting to touch all night. I left my dark hair naturally straight, parted to the side and swept back, falling to almost my natural waist.

Daddy has a craving! [MF][OC][Forceful]

I walk though the door it’s been a hard day at work, I have a craving. I’m craving my princess’ cunt, to stretch you out. You’ve heard me come home and you meet in bedroom. Like a man possessed, I start by pressing you up against the wall, with a passionate and forceful kiss, my hands pealing your clothes off. Once I’m finished stripping you naked I spin you around and throw you onto the bed.

After I’ve explored your body with my eyes ,as you tremble with anticipation, I climb on top of you, hand on your throat, kissing down your body, neck to breast to nipple, down across you stomach. Meanwhile caressing over your body with my hands, studying every part of you intimately. All the way down between your legs, instead of digging straight in I would stop and hover for a bit, letting my breath tease your clit, before kissing and licking around your pussy and down your thighs. Feeling you quiver with impatience. Then working my way up your thighs again back to you clit exhaling again. With a quick motion, I bury my tongue inside you. Toying with your clit and pussy by kissing, licking and playful biting.

18[MMF] New BoyToy

Recently I got in touch with an older couple(47 male, 38 female) that wanted a college age boy toy to play with. I’m generally straight but I decided to reach out and try it as I’m in my experimenting phase of sexuality.

We made plans for me to head to Daddy’s place, despite mommy having to work late. When I got there we just chilled on the couch and had a nice conversation. Daddy then commanded that I strip for him. After that he led me to a massage table he had in his living room where he laid me down face down.

He proceeds to rub my body all over while tickling my balls and feet. He then rubs my leg as and arms while forcing my hand and foot to rub over his shorts. I could tell he was growing as he forced me to feel him. He then told me that daddy was gonna get more comfortable.

I hear some scuffling in the background as I’m still facedown and can’t see anything. Next thing I know he’s pulling my head up and forcing my lips over his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and pulls it into his body as my mouth is all the way at the base. I could already taste his precum starting to ooze out as I sucked him.

[F]inding Out My High School Sweetheart and her College Roommate Were Dor[M]room Cumsluts

Random story from when I was about 19. My high school sweetheart and I, we were each other’s firsts and stuck it out on-and-off for about two years before we drifted apart. We remained friends for a long time, occasionally had phone sex or jumped into bed for a while, even after she got engaged at 23.

At this point, though, I had thought she was still pretty innocent. We’d swap some sex stories from time to time but I didn’t really keep up on what was going on with her. First time I came to visit her at her college in the midwest, I dropped in to stay with her for a few days as she started her sophomore year. She was a bubbly and sweet blond from a wealthier family, on the curvy side with a pretty face and medium-length hair. I was looking forward to spending some time with her.

Her dorm was an all-girls floor for liberal arts students who wanted to focus on their books instead of partying, but because enforcing it was left up to other college girls, that was more of a tip than a rule. She’d told me she could put me up as long as there were no male voices causing a disturbance after the 8:00 pm curfew, and that her roommate would be there for Friday night, then gone for the rest of the three-day weekend.