[MF] Our First Time Postpartum

My wife had a baby in early July, and our sex life really took a hit. The first month or so was just trying to survive with an infant in the house, and once we got the hang of things we had gotten into too much of a routine to really even think about sex. When sex did come up, there was always an excuse: having to wait at least six weeks after delivery/waiting for the go ahead from her doctor, waiting until she had her Mirena installed, etc. That finally changed last night…

About her: 5’8″ with a big ass, strong thighs, and a pair of 36DD tits that are way perkier than they should be considering she has a baby hanging off of them constantly. She has long dirty blonde hair and tattoos.

About me: I’m just a regular dude with a dick that curves to the left. None of you care about what I look like, so moving along…

(M)an, I (f)uckin hate you Jill. Hatetsex.

I worked retail for a few years and had to work with this annoying girl, Jill. She was a worthless employee. She accomplished about an hours worth of work in one day.

At times I would call her out on how long it would take to do something and was always met with a blank stare. I hate you Jill.

Jill was alright looking. Not really my type. She always wore a loose tee shirt but I would have guessed her tits were a large b cup. She had a decent ass. She showed it off by always wearing tight jeans. She was always smiling and joking around too bad she was such a pill to work with.

I am good looking guy so I am told. I get compared to Jon Kraziski alot. I am 8.1″x5.5. Always looking for that compliment telling me I am big though.

One night the whole team headed out after work. I walked around the bar looking for a score. Jill was in the next room sitting on the edge of a pool table while two guys who were obviously getting ticked at her while they are trying to play. She was flirting in an obvious way. Ugh Jill.

[21M] how I entered a brief open relationship

I have another story on this from events more recent than this if you are interested in reading (but I’ll tell you now, nothing else transpired from this later experience besides what I posted). Here is the link: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/50onz1/21m_a_return_to_voyeurism_and_some_cuck/

A year ago in September of 2015, my girlfriend had only a few months living in North Texas with me and knew no one except for a handful of my relatives and me. At the beginning of September, she met a friend and neighbor who is tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, and skinny. I have no idea how they met but I did tell each of them about the other casually for months on end. The following paragraph may be a bit sketchy as it is around my girlfriend’s and friend’s recollections from what they told me.

Chapter 1 of “The Black Chapel” [MF] by Marilyn Cruise

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Let me know what you think! <3

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I think I heard somewhere that there are no wrong turns in life, that everything you go through and every path you take is nothing but a learning experience on an unexpected path. I doubt whoever said such a ridiculous thing had ever heard of me, because if they had, clearly, they’d see that my job is nothing but a very wrong and very degrading turn.

Well, degrading doesn’t even scratch the surface of it. Quite frankly, I’m disgusted with myself. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not a regular saint, by any means. I can’t even remember the last time I went to church or prayed.
Not that I don’t believe in Him, it’s just I don’t have the time to commit myself to such matters when my entire ship is going down. And although I work at a place called The Black Chapel, it isn’t your regular place of worship.
It’s a strip club.

The Black Chapel is really hopping tonight. The twenty or so girls working here are yapping and laughing, and the air is inundated with hairspray and rich perfume.

My ex-girlfriend’s Mum [m/f] Long!

Okay, I’m done lurking and want to put some of my stories out there into the world of Reddit, I hope you enjoy this first one, we’ll see where we go from there.

Small disclaimer – what I write is absolutely true, although happened around 10 years ago, so may be void of detail or depth in places. I am now in a happy long-term relationship, but before that, spent many years being comfortably single and enjoying myself for probably a 10 to 12 year period, which is when most of the escapades took place.

Meeting an online stranger for a hookup (24f/36m)

I figured I would just go ahead and post this here since some were asking about the picture I posted of me before I left his house the next morning. This is my 1st time writing anything like this so wish me luck!

It all started when I moved to a new area after a bad break up. I had left my FWB behind and all of the people I remembered from before I moved were just….different….it’s been 6 years after all. So I decided to do what any single, young, and horny girl in her right mind would do…online dating. The idea was daunting. I didn’t much want a relationship…been there, done that FAIL. I made a profile I browsed a little. Most prospects ended up either boring or annoying me rather quickly.

[MF] A Little Help

Friday night. It’s just about the most barebones way to open a story, but it already says plenty. Everybody can relate to the feeling of relief that comes over a person when they clock out of work for the week, or they get out of that last class. In my situation, it was a little of both, considering I was spending the night hanging out with eight or so friends from my university.

It’d be hard to call the gathering a party, considering there was no booze, no jocks, and nobody having wild sex…all we had was a humble little get-together of friends in a dimly-lit apartment. It wasn’t a bad place by any means, of course; the New Hampshire apartment was warm and cozy, clean, and most importantly, the object of entertainment for the night was on the center table: Adult Loaded Questions! After all, regular Loaded Questions just wouldn’t do it for college students, right?

I was seated on the love seat, idly browsing on my phone. Two or three of my other friends were in the same boat, and the remaining ones were chatting about nothing in particular. We didn’t have these sorts of nights all the time, but we enjoyed them while they lasted. Most of us were usually busy with work, school, or both.

Grace in Zero Gravity. [Les] [Science Fiction]

Sole credit for a catastrophic collision with an incoming 250,000-kilogram repair ship would not make a good line on your resume. Or your tombstone.

It was mostly a robot-choreographed routine by now. Still, my perfectionist engineering anxiety always kicked up when a visitor was en route.

Awareness intruded into disembodied thought-space, tight itchy reminders of unruly brunette hair pulled back into my usual ponytail. Wrench in hand, I paused to re-align the wayward strands and assess the day’s work. A sprawling Medusa’s coil of tubes and wires emerged from the external airlock’s nitric monoxide analyzer cabinet, in need of final re-assembly and testing. Reaching up to prevent the errant hair from falling across my eyes, I absently allowed the tooth-colored ratchet wrench made of recycled lunar regolith to slip from my hand.

The wrench didn’t actually fall, of course, but merely hung in zero gravity. No stray hairs needed smoothing, either; nervous habits die hard.

All four walls of the external airlock were crammed with equipment, every surface a bed of essential instrumentation. Screens streamed realtime data from CPUs, switchboards, dial-boxes and keyboards, insulated wires winding from electrical panels to penetrate deep into sealed, hidden inputs. I returned the wrench to its compartment in a toolbelt around my waist.

[Mf] [Oral] Kaylee the Sister-in-Law Pt. 3

Kaylee followed me to the room. She swayed a little from the booze that was starting to kick in. I shut the door behind her. I sat down on the bed and motioned for her to move into the middle of the room.

“Tell me Kaylee, have you ever had sex?” I asked Of course” she says. “Good, tell me about it”, I said, “Wait, why?” She answered back. I paused then said in my most calming tone “I can’t know what to show you if I don’t know what you haven’t experienced, so tell me”.

“Well when I was at a party this year I let my boyfriend stick his dick in me, but it didn’t really feel that good and he was done in seconds” she started. “Did you lie on your back, get up on your knees, what?” “Just on my back” she answered. I asked another question about other sexual experiences she had, she’d try to give a blow job but flipped out when the boys come hit her throat. She also she’d starting letting boys finger her and touched their dicks as a freshman.

The Car Wash [MF][Mdom][Fsub][bdsm]

x-posted from /r/dirtywritingprompts

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Standard disclaimer. This is a fantasy, I have no idea if objects and such depicted and described can be used for the purposes as depicted, any resemblance to real places or people are coincidental, blah blah blah

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She reclined in my passenger seat of my Dodge Magnum. Her skin was flushed, and her breathing was faster than normal.

I reached for her left hand and held it.

“You can still call this off. Little one.”

“No. I am ready.”

I gave her an reassuring squeeze, as I pulled up my car to the gas station and carwash. I slipped the owner an extra hundred this afternoon, telling him that I had something kinky planned with my girlfriend in the carwash. He nodded in understanding. He had no idea what I really have planned.

I left the engine running as I went around to the passenger side and helped her out of the car. Her robe parted and her long legs revealed themselves for a second, then she stood straight and took a deep breath, and nodded.