Rained In At The Cabin MF (female perspective)

They hadn’t worked together much before, which made all of this even more surprising. Jack and Lexie had developed a casual friendship through the overreaching parties that everyone in the park went to, but nothing past that. Maybe there was casual flirtation, but there had always been alcohol, so nothing was ever thought of it. After all, he was a professional climber and she was a brand new ranger, as green as the pines that cloaked the mountains that surrounded them.

She sat in the cabin, mostly soaking wet, staring out the window at the storm raging outside. How did she get here? How did she end up alone with him, completely stormed in? Normally they would never be working together alone, but this was not a normal situation. The Chief Ranger’s son had disappeared, so they had all units searching every nook and cranny of the park. There had been no sign yet.

[F] My positive OKC experiences

TL/DR: Started using OKC after a four year sexless stretch. I’ve had good experiences and learned five valuable lessons (so far). Stay positive! Romance takes many forms and isn’t always goal oriented.

I read a lot of posts by people with bad OKC experiences so I wanted to share a good experience and maybe bring some hope to the internet. This is different than my other stories, but I’m a real person and not just your porn pal, yo.

**About Me**

I was a workaholic. I had a high pressure/high profile job and overbearing boss that was too interested in my personal life. For a long time I didn’t have time or energy for dating. I just watched the internet p0rns and masturbated like crazy. I never met ppl online; I assumed OKC, Tinder, POF was only useful for either one-night stands or marriage. Neither interests me.

I like my independence. I don’t want a provider and I don’t want to take care of someone else. I hate one-nighters. I’m kinky so I need to trust and be comfortable with my partner. I want something in between marriage and one-and-done. That used to be called dating, but whatever.

[F] My OKC adventures

TL/DR: Started using OKC after a four year sexless stretch. I’ve had good experiences and learned five valuable lessons (so far). Stay positive! Romance takes many forms and isn’t always goal oriented.

I read a lot of posts by people with bad OKC experiences so I wanted to share a good experience and maybe bring some hope to the internet. This is different than my other stories, but I’m a real person and not just your porn pal, yo.

**About Me**

I was a workaholic. I had a high pressure/high profile job and overbearing boss that was too interested in my personal life. For a long time I didn’t have time or energy for dating. I just watched the internet p0rns and masturbated like crazy. I never met ppl online; I assumed OKC, Tinder, POF was only useful for either one-night stands or marriage. Neither interests me.

I like my independence. I don’t want a provider and I don’t want to take care of someone else. I hate one-nighters. I’m kinky so I need to trust and be comfortable with my partner. I want something in between marriage and one-and-done. That used to be called dating, but whatever.

[FM] Lust in the ancient ruins

This is a story a friend told me about something she did on holiday once. The details are mine but the gist is real enough.

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I liked to pretend I was innocent back then. It was partly some fucked up id trip – I was trying to be the person my conservative parents wanted me to be. But on the other hand it was a reaction to that: I knew my desires and I knew what I was capable of. The innocent look was a temptation to turn heads and stiffen cocks.

I’m Olivia, though most people call me Oli. It sounds tomboyish and on some days I live up to that. I’m short (but not that short), with curved hips and a small bust; hair in a severe bob. A timeless beauty. Ha.

I was in Greece when this all happened, and I was 22. It was a Girls’ holiday. Me and some university friends. They were hungover and I signed up for a sightseeing trip to the archaeological ruins. I had a feeling something good was going to happen; or maybe I set out to find trouble. Either way it was a good day.

[M]y [F]riendly [F]inessed threesome

Neither of the names are real in this story

Late December senior year of college I get a call from my one and only college friend Simone. She’s drunk and wants me to meet up with her for drinks. Simone is a sweetheart of a girl. Overtly friendly which is why our friendship started. Who else would talk to the kid in class that’s clearly stoned falling asleep with his hat pulled over his eyes? I hesitantly agree to meet her out for a couple drinks. I didn’t want to but then remembered I promised to keep in touch after the semester. I am a man of my word.

I arrive at the bar see Simone sitting there talking to another girl. She looks up and meets me with her eyes. “You actually showed up. This is my best friend I was telling you about. Linda meet Jake. Jake, Linda.” We said our nice to meet yous I sat down and ordered drinks for all of us.

The [M]ost [F]un You Can Have With [F]riends

I’m not really the relationship type.

I have commitment issues so deep that I don’t even have any tattoos in an era where everyone seems to have one. But I met a girl through mutual friends, we’ll call her Sara, we flirted, we texted, and before too long we were a couple. Kind of snuck up on me. Unfortunately we’re no longer together and though the break-up was mutual and very amicable it’s thrown me into a funk that I haven’t been able to shake since. But that’s not what you’ve come here to read, you’ve come to read about the last threesome I had.

Sara and I had a wedding to attend out of town one weekend so we loaded up the wagon and headed out on a Saturday morning arriving at the hotel in the mid-afternoon. I showered off the travel and threw on my suit while Sara got ready to go. Sara is Puerto Rican and built just like you’d imagine, olive skin, curly raven hair that ran to her mid back when she straightened it, an ass that belonged in a 90’s Jay-Z video, a heavy D-cup chest, and a pair of thick thighs that I loved having wrapped around me. She threw on a deep red number that didn’t show off her figure like I’d have preferred but you really can’t hide talent like hers so I didn’t complain.

Midnight Secrets [Str8] [MF] [Romance]

It was just ten minutes until midnight. For every other student at Mighty Spirit Divinity School, it meant dead silence and deep sleep. That wasn’t just the norm. That was the rule and it was strictly enforced by a legion of teachers, nuns, and security personnel. For Zachery Barns, though, the rule was merely an obstacle and one worth breaking.

“It’s time,” he said in a voice so quiet that only the angels of Heaven could hear him.

Wearing only the black cotton pants and bland white shirt that all boys had to wear, he slipped out of his bed and put on a pair of dirty loafers he had next to his dresser. He briefly checked on his roommate, Herb, who was fast asleep. He might have been faking, but he kept his eyes closed and didn’t dare glance in his direction, assuring Zach that he was in the clear.

There was an unwritten rule at the school, one that everyone learned after the first week. The Mighty Spirit Divinity School had one of the strictest discipline policies in the state. The running joke was that they micromanaged students so much that their preferred form of worship involved mimicking God’s omnipotence. It was a good thing that the administrators weren’t divine because their record was anything but perfect.

[FFM] the true story of my drug induced threesome with my ex and her best friend

A few years ago, I was dating a lovely young woman; for the sake of this story, we will call her Carolyn. She was my ex’s best friend, and we always knew we had chemistry. Needless to say, when things ended with my ex, Carolyn swooped in and claimed me for her own. I definitely wasn’t complaining. Carolyn was definitely petite, coming in at five-foot-two-inches, ninety-five pounds. The thing that got me was her 28H breasts and the tightest, tiniest pussy I’ve ever experienced. She was a goddess, and little did I know she was a freak too.

Once during the time with my ex, she told me a story about her and Carolyn getting drunk together in the hot tub. According to my ex, Carolyn started asking ‘weird questions’.

“Don’t you think girls’ bodies are so sexy?” Followed shortly after by, “Have you ever considered being with a girl?”

After more of these questions, my ex got a little nervous. She then felt a hand on her inner thigh. She didn’t know what to do, so she tried talking about something trivial. As she talked, the hand moved up her thigh and under her swimsuit and began rubbing her clit. My ex-girlfriend freaked out, got up, and left, and she and Carolyn never spoke of it again.

5 years waiting for the best sex of [M]y life

This is a real story that took place just a couple of years back, after I had been living abroad for about 4 years.

It was a very hot summer and I was back in my hometown, catching up with many friends I hadn’t been able to meet for a very long time.

One sunny afternoon, I was standing by the traffic lights when I spotted, right in front of me but on the other side of the street a girl I used to date 5 years before. She was wearing sunglasses and right after I had spotted her (I thought she hadn’t noticed me) I saw her turn around and keep walking by the other side of the street. It seemed that she had seen me, after all, but decided to avoid me. Now, I knew this girl pretty well, and I immediately knew she was just shy to talk to me after long years of no contact. I kept waiting for the green light and then I sped up my pace to catch up with hers so I could approach her from behind her back.

Syncing paths: Sex with the woman I encountered on my walks to work [MF] (pics)

I’m reposting an old story, because it got removed for having an incorrect title tag format. Seems strange it would get removed a few years later when the tag at the time was correct, but whatever. Hope you enjoy.

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***