Tag: Straight

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 4 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART FOUR**

“In that case, you are one lucky bastard… no offense intended, “ Julie remarked.

“None taken,” I replied. “Where do we go from here?”

“Anywhere we want, I suppose,” she answered.

The reasons why I chose not to bunk at mom and Charlie’s house during my stay in town were many and varied. The least of which concerning them was the house being full of so many other people the whole time. Not to mention I wanted to be able to disappear at a moment’s notice.

I might generally be a stand-up guy, but the girl-crazy poon-hound in me had hoped there might be a chance of getting some *strange* at the wedding reception. Things may not have turned out the way I had hoped, but all things reconsidered, I wasn’t going to complain.

Needless to say, I had my own hotel room. It was modest, but I didn’t require much of anything. I had no use for a swimming pool, gym, or concierge services. Sleep, shower, and coffee in the morning – that was all I required of a temporary residence. Read more »

[MF] Gloryhole (public, exhib, kink)

This is a true story that happened a few months ago. I wrote about it for my blog and have tried to make it more of a story, less a ‘stream of consciousness’. Hope you enjoy.

I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to stop and have a pee.

After driving most of the afternoon, I was nearly (about half an hour or so away from) home, and I just wanted to finish the journey.

I pulled in at the layby; not a service station, just an old fashioned brick building with a gents, disabled and a ladies – which is where I headed for after parking up close by and locking the car with the remote.

It wasn’t as grim as I’d feared, but not exactly luxury. It was clean, which is the main thing. Poorly lit and a bit dim.

Anyway, I closed the door and locked it, then pulled my knickers down around my ankles and the bliss of emptying myself and relieving the pressure on my bladder was lovely. The flow slowed and the hissing noise faded, the trickle of the final droplets echoing slightly in the empty place. Read more »

[MF] Anthology! Three short stories about times I got caught in the act

Howdy again! Something happened this morning that I knew I just had to come and share here, but it didn’t seem like enough on its own for a really substantial post. So I decided to bundle it up with a couple other similar instances.

It turns out I’ve been walked in on or otherwise seen by third parties during my uh…couplings…a lot over the years. It’s happened frequently enough that I’m pretty sure I’m subconsciously setting myself up or something, hahah. I’ve begun to realize that I probably have a bit of a voyeuristic/exhibitionist streak; I enjoy watching other people get freaky (*love* that r/gonewildcouples sub), and to an extent I enjoy being watched from time to time. (Before you ask – the wife does *not* share this enthusiasm, so I don’t think we’ll be posting anything of our own anytime soon) Anyway, here you go!

**PART I: BUSTED**

Ema was my first real girlfriend – and as such, she was my first several other things, too. She was more or less my usual type; short, big boobs and ass, a little on the thick side, but played a lot of soccer in high school so in a good way. Dark, curly hair down to her shoulders, big brown eyes and a sweet face. We lost our virginity to each other in the back seat of her car, parked in front of our old high school on New Year’s Eve (another fun story). Read more »

[MF] I gave him his first blowjob in a dark, empty hallway.

When I was in my fourth year of uni I moved into a house with a few roommates, and next door, there was a nice, nuclear family. A married couple and their two teenagers. One girl (17) and one boy (18). I caught the boy staring at me sometimes. Usually on my way home from a night out. My roommates and I used to go clubbing a lot, and I usually didn’t return until the early hours of the morning. He was always outside in the morning, either riding his bike or practicing his slap-shot on the long, empty street. He was about 5’11” at the time, dark chestnut hair, green eyes, glasses. I didn’t know his name at first, so I used to call him Harry.

Being 21 at the time, I had a boyfriend. He was kind of an asshole, and we always used to argue. There was one time when he threw a fit over a male classmate texting me (“Can I borrow your notes for Psych?”) and he ended up leaving my house in the middle of the night as a result, undoubtedly waking the entire neighbourhood up with the roar of his engine. I stood on the front porch in my pyjamas and house robe, partly distraught … and partly relieved. My boyfriend was an overly jealous, controlling jackass, and I was glad to be rid of him. Read more »

When i started fucking my roommate [MF].

This is a follow up to [this one](https://redd.it/5c5efr). I hope you enjoy it.

There’s a detail I have to fix about my last story,I’m new here and it felt weird telling it but after reading some hot stories, this small detail is peanuts. Ifi is really Leo’s sister. That makes her my first cousin, which made things weirder for me. They’re twins, after graduation Leo started college right away and Ifi went to study abroad for a year. That’s when she returned and brought along her one year younger cousin Keka to change my life.

After that night in the TV I felt so ashamed I had to call my brother seeking for healing counseling. His answer was something like “Listen man, don’t feel bad, she was probably curious and you are a good looking guy. We all have those nights where we think with the wrong head, but you didn’t do anyone wouldn’t have done, it’s not like you are fucking”. It made me feel better, just for a short time. Yet. Read more »

In over my head: unexpected bondage [MF]

Let me start by saying that this series of unusual events still pops in my head randomly to this day. I haven’t been with another girl since.

This story is very long and detailed. It was a way of venting my feelings since it’s been about 8 months and I couldn’t really describe it to anyone I know personally in fear of feeling weird or being judged. Please grab a snack of coffee and enjoy y detailed story.

It was my senior year of high school. I started talking to a girl in one of my new classes at the start of second semester (18 years old). I kind of knew of her from a mutual friend. We would talk sometimes during class and eventually exchanged numbers to help each other out with assignments and such. We started talking and eventually she said we should hang out.

The first time we hung out, I picked her up at her house and we went to a coffee shop near by. We kind of just talked about our families and school life. Read more »

Monica – 18. Tight leather mini and boots.

Monica – Beginnings

‘I’ve just turned eighteen. College next term.’ Monica said, sipping the wine he’d handed her.
‘Oh,’ laughed her neighbour, ‘That was lucky then,’ pointing at her glass.
She laughed too – sounding, she hoped, a little nervous.

‘So, happy birthday to you,’ he continued. ‘Sorry I didn’t get you anything. If that lazy son of mine had told me…’
‘I probably hadn’t mentioned it. We chat over the fence, that’s all.’ She turned and walked to the large window, the bright sun creating a sparkling light around her. She paused, pretending to study the back garden through the glass, knowing he would be looking her up and down.

Her glossy black hair fell to the small of her back; her black-leather mini skirt tight over the high curve of her teenage backside. She was certain his eyes would eventually fall to the stiletto heels of her boots.
‘Nice garden – neater than ours,’ she said.
‘Yeah, wife does the layout. I’m just the hired gun.’
Monica turned and faced him, pulling her shoulders back, letting her hard nipples thumb at him through the silk blouse as she spoke.
‘Oh, I’m sure you’re more than that,’ she said licking her lips, ‘I’ve seen you with your shirt off.’
He spluttered over his glass then wiped his chin. ‘Sorry,’ he muttered. Read more »

Checked on the convention door, checked out in my hotel [FM]

After a fun Friday at the convention in my last story, the Saturday of this three day event was a far more sedate one – a group of friends arrived early in the morning, so we spent the day at the event cosplaying, and after an evening of drinking a few of them crashed in my hotel room for the night before leaving on Sunday morning.

This means that I was left to my own devices for the final day, where I was wearing a brand new outfit for the day – Rem from Re:Zero. It’s basically this outfit: http://imgur.com/qWXyUTf – a maid’s outfit, with a shortish skirt and white thigh-high socks. Putting on the outfit for the first time properly, the skirt was a little shorter than I’d actually planned, but the outfit was otherwise great and I headed out feeling quite excited about a day of showing it off to people. Read more »

[F] Lunch time masturbation in the car

I have found with age (I’m now 30 and a bit) my sex drive has got higher and higher. The other day I was having my lunch in the park. While I was there the workmen started to cut the grass. They were using those sit on type mowers and whipping along at a quite a quick pace.

I never gave them much notice until they got nearer and nearer. One of them crossed the path and proceeded to cut the grassy are directly behind me. This is when I started to feel some vibration through the bench.
I was wearing jeans without nickers and the way I was sitting the gusset of the jeans wear various pieces of denim are joined together was putting pressure on my clitoris. Within seconds the vibrations caused a stir of excitement in my crutch and I could feel my lips starting to swell.

Once I had recognised what was happening I had the overwhelming urge to have an orgasm. The grass cutter wasn’t around for long. A few passes and they moved off back onto the main field. Read more »

Jack and Jill get raped – Part 1 [MFM] – Consent nonconsent – Bi male stuff in later chapters

I just want to warn our sensitive readers that this story contains a bit more guy on guy stuff than is normally in my writing. It also focuses on no

I met Jill through Stacy. They were both playing with the same subby male and we had a sort of 4 way one night. That’s another story though.

Jill then was still exploring her sexuality. But came to believe herself to be a straight switch leaning towards submissive with a particular taste for non-consent. When it came to consentual play, she was very prudish, disliking much more than light foreplay and fucking. With non-consent play, she got off on being “forced” to do the sort of things she didn’t normally like.

The next time we had a play date, she was seeing jack and it was a cuckoldry sort of scene. Jack describes himself as a straight sub. I won’t argue the semantics of kinsey scale on that one. What they shared was a fetish for the non-consent. Not only did Jack want to be forced to watch, but to participate. Read more »