Threesome with my friends gf [MFM]

To start with this happened the year after highschool. But my friend and his gf graduated the year before me.

This all started when one night my buddy messages me on facebook and asks quite out of the blue if I’d like to have a threesome with them. Now they had been going out for about two years and I’d always thought she was sexy so you can imagine my enthusiasm.

His gf Abbey was a short girl with a bit of extra weight(not fat just chubby), but big perky tits, a big ass, a nice face, a beautiful smile and long brown hair.

A week or so after that, and a few conversations about how awesome it will be to fuck her me AMD my friend decide to surprise her. So after work on night, probably around 7pm I drive over. Between us we had arranged for the door to be left unlocked and for them to be getting warmed up but for her not to know.

Our first time [mf]

Janelle had moved away for school a few weeks ago but we had decided to keep seeing each other. The weeks before she moved had been a lot of fun mixed with more frustration. Her lips were amazing to kiss. Her tits were big and nipples perfect to suck on and that pussy….mmm always sooo smooth with a hard little clit every time I went down on her. I had made her cum at least 5 or 6 times and she had yet to do anything to me. Hell I hadn’t even gotten my pants off since that first drunken night.

We had planned to meet at her friends place for the weekend. It was halfway for both of us and we had not seen one another in three weeks. Friday after work I headed out, Janelle didnt have school in the afternoon so was already there. I was excited to see her but was also a little disappointed we wouldn’t be alone and Leslie, her friend, was quite strange.

[FFM] The Surprise [unintentional exhibition]

**The Surprise**

**Background**

My wife’s best friend, Michelle, lives out in the country over an hours drive away. Sometimes she gets casual work in the city and to save on travel time she stays at our house for the duration of her work. This happens a few times a year.

When she is over she sometimes eats dinner with us of an evening, then heads off to her room for a relatively early night. Her job has an early start, so this is understandable.

This happened a few years ago now. My wife, Michelle and myself were all in our mid to late 40s at the time.

**Part #1 – OOPS – Sorry**

One evening while Michelle was over I walked past the bathroom and saw the light was on and could hear movement in there. I had forgotten Michelle was staying over and assumed that it was one of my children. It was late for them, they should have been in bed about two hours ago.

Reading your messages in class [F]

I was half an hour into a two hour statistics lecture. One of those unskippable “will bore you to tears but may also include the odd exam hint” lectures. I had purposely chosen a seat right at the back of the theatre and had opened up my laptop to appear as though I was taking notes. But rather than taking notes that day, I was actually planning to read back over your messages from last night.

You and I had first met via r/r4r two weeks ago. I had responded to you on a whim because I was up late unable to sleep. While our schedules have been rather hard to sync up as you live in the UK and I’m all the way in Australia, we’ve still managed to click quite well and I’m glad that our conversation has still continued weeks later. Even from the beginning, our messages were always veiled with some light flirting, but I was excited that it had continued to escalate.

[MFM] A fetish that changed my life

I’m from a country where sex is a taboo topic and exhibitionism is almost zero. Although the trend is catching up with people like me, it’s still close to non existent. Me, I’m a huge fan of exhibitionism. The idea of a girl showing off her body and letting people watch her is a mighty turn on. I had a girlfriend who was not into exhibitionism initially but tried it after I pressed and insisted. Showing a bit of the cleavage is in itself considered too much in my country and I convinced her to do it.

So one day, we set out with her wearing a low neck, deep cut tee. Her cleavage was clearly visible to everyone. I enjoyed the amount of looks she was getting. She was shy to start with but looking at the amount of men that wanted her, she was mildly flattered. This gave her some confidence and we tried it a few times after that, having some fun seducing random guys on the road only to disappear soon after, leaving them disappointed. This soon turned into a regular thing for us, showing cleavage, midriff quite often and we were enjoying it. This led to an incident which we totally didn’t expect and led to us breaking up.

Float like a butterfly [FM]

Its Friday, a chance to let your hair down. You spend a while on your make up, eyes poppin, lips seducing. Dressing you slip on that cheeky butterfly first, then hold ups and a quite devastating push up bra. Inching up that slinky skirt, slipping on that low cut top. Its time.

You head to the bar, there are a few of you meeting up, but there is one girl in particular you have your sights on. Scanning their faces when you arrive you conceal your disappointment​ that Lauren isn’t there.

Taking a drink you settle at the table chattering away complimenting on latest hair do’s, new dresses and shoes, and the inevitable tales of who’s been fucking who, and exactly how.

You hadn’t noticed the table of guys across the way until the bottle of wine arrived in front of you. Sipping at a glass you feel the bubbles effervesce your spirits. That guy who can’t keep his eyes off you raises his glass as if to chink yours.

I’d like to tell you all what Im going to do to my slave [FM]

/u/my_masters_pet is my slave just for information.

Pet is currently away with family in another state. We are in a 24/7 dynamic where she does every task, every command without hesitation.

As a result of her being in another state I’ve given her some ground rules/tasks to complete to keep her in her mindset. The rules she has broken so far are as follows:

• she will always wear a choker

• she will send me a Snapchat of her naked body every morning and evening.

She failed to do these on two occasions so I gave her a punishment to do before she went for a walk. She did it after her walk, not before.

When pet gets back from her trip she will need to be properly disciplined.

I’m going to bend Pet over the edge of my bed and spank her until she cries. When she thinks it is over I will make her stand with her hands against the wall and ass sticking out. She will be whipped across her tight little ass until she is a mess weeping on the floor.

The Delilah Experiments, part 1: The Window [MF]

Two in a day!
Delilah, I think I mentioned, grew up the very definition of a choir girl. That’s how I’d known her in high school, the transfer student from a catholic school who was way too nice to ever associate with a broody musician like me (gag). When we started hooking up, now 27 and reunited, one of the first impressions that I got was that she desperately wanted to push her boundaries. In the almost ten years since, she’d gotten tattoos, dyed her hair purple, moved to the city, and had a longer list of partners than I did. Yet none of them knew how to crack that shell. Apparently I did.

I’ll be documenting all of the kinks and quirks we got into over the next few weeks. Hope you enjoy.

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It started out simple enough. A week of not seeing her had led from us texting nearly every hour to an escalation of topics, and eventually how very, very compatible we are in bed came up. I told her at some point about my writing these stories, and she seemed interested, so I would write her little samples, just solo thoughts really. A little detail, just enough to fill in the blanks and round off the edges, and it would drive us both into a frenzy.

My First Weekend With Delilah, Part 3 [MF]

Sorry it’s been a while. I’ve honestly had trouble separating memorable experiences with Delilah from one another because there’s just too much sex, so I’m going to skip ahead a little bit. Suffice it to say that our first night, we did not sleep.

I’m not sure if I mentioned it, but the night Delilah and I got drinks was the day before New Years Eve. At some point after the sun came up, we passed out. It was probably after noon when we woke up and carried on talking like the night before; easy, free, nonstop. Somewhere between when the pho arrived and the second pot of coffee, she asked if I had any plans. Being recently broken up with, it turns out I didn’t. Almost immediately, she invited me to a party in the city that her friend was hosting.

After a long night of incredible sex with someone who was starting to feel like a soul mate, I was far from content to keep my hands to myself. At the liquor store down the street, I stood behind her and trailed my fingers up the back of her thighs. I felt shivers run through her as I ran them all the way up her spine. That earned me a sexy, knowing smirk.

My first story [MF]

It all begins on a Sunday afternoon; the sun is setting casting long shadows on the forest trail. You are walking slowly enjoying the crisp evening air. You smile as you walk knowing the clearing is right around the corner. This is your safe spot where you go to shut the world out. It’s always quite and tonight you feel at peace. When you get to the clearing you run to your favorite tree and sit under its branches. You tilt your head back and breath deep and lose yourself in your thoughts. You are so at peace you don’t hear the footsteps of someone approaching.

A wrong step causes a twig to snap, startled you look up to see me standing in front of you. You have never seen anyone else on this trail or in this field. You speak almost shouting in shock “what are you doing here.” I look surprised and ask the same thing back, “this is where I always come to think, you are in my spot.” As I speak you can’t stop yourself from looking me over, you start from my feet and work your way up slowly, as if you are sizing me up, your gaze finally meets mine and locks for a moment longer then normal. You silently contemplate what to do next, do you ask me to leave or do you leave or do you risk it and ask me to stay?