I was seeing Melanie for about 6 months. Sexually we were very compatible. She was very sexy with Blonde hair, small perky breasts, green eyes and a deliciously pretty and sweet pussy which she always kept nicely waxed. We both loved sex and had high sex drives and we had an amazing gift of being able to make each other cum again and again. When we first met she had mentioned that she was curious about being with another woman. One night I invited a past girlfriend Cassie over (who also had shown interest in being with another woman). Cassie had dark hair, also green eyes and amazing boobs and ass. That night she came over we had our first threesome for all of us. It was an amazing, relaxed, sensual and sexy night(Maybe a post for another day). When Cassie left in the morning we all agreed we had to do it all again. Unfortunately (for us anyway) a week later Cassie met a guy who she ended up marrying so it never did happen again between us. One thing that did come out of that night though was it was obvious that Melanie was more than curious about being with other women. She loved it. She loved being tasted by Cassie but surprisingly to her she loved tasting Cassie even more. So while we were together we were continuously trying to invite other girls (and occasionally couples) into our bedroom to join us.
Tag: Straight
[F/M] The one that got away, petite college girl and the hot classmate (true story)
True story: I had just arrived at college in a small town and the first few weeks of classes were in full swing. One of the mandatory courses was taught my a rather famous, young hippie professor who encouraged a lot of group interaction and discussion of the humanities. My college was small, an intentional choice that played to my love of challenging academics combined with a free spirited embrace of rural, outdoorsy life. The classes were small too, this humanities course had just 12 people in it, mostly freshmen and some sophomores who had put off part of the core curriculum as long as they could. Over the twice-weekly class meetings I found myself always in deep discussions with a few particular people, one who stood out was Jaime. She came from a small town in a nearby state and at 5’4″ had a petite, runner’s build with sandy brown hair and big blue eyes that made you want to spill your deepest thoughts when she looked at you in class, and could make the shyest of guys smile when she’d wave at you in the quad. She was a sweet, gentle girl who helped at an animal charity in her free time and played on the college women’s soccer team.
Molly’s Mysteries – losing her virginity at 18 to her philosophy teacher [BDSM] [RP] (part 1)
The darkness was all she knew. Molly was a quiet girl, damaged at a young age by her unhinged and irresponsible parents. Her father was absent and her mother was an addict, and she spent most of her time in those formative years alone, nurtured neither by family nor friends. She had none — even though she was exceptionally bright and pretty and charismatic when she felt like it, Molly was withdrawn and sullen and defeated. The world was her prison, a palace of pain and self-hate and enervating loneliness. Every other day there would be a new man in the house, staying anywhere from an hour to a couple weeks before her mother was onto the next one. Molly’s mother provided her shelter and comfort when she could, but she was too far gone most of the time to even communicate beyond basic questions like have you eaten, how was school. Well, school sucked most of the time, until Molly turned 18 and began her senior year of high school. Puberty was kind to Molly — she was endowed with enormous and firm breasts, a Hollywood actress’ iconic face, dimples and freckles and cheeks that begged to be pinched and squeezed, and a truly remarkable ass, a monument of want and the topic of much conversation for the boys (and many girls) of the school ever since it emerged out of thin air. Molly was aware and deeply uncomfortable with her body and all the attention it entailed. She didn’t date or go to any of the school dances for her first three years because the thought never even crossed her mind. She was useless, a sack of garbage incapable of bonding or communication, chained to her wretched life at home watching over her poor mother as she tumbled from boyfriend to boyfriend.
Job as a Speedo Waiter
I saw an add online for “Exhibitionist Waiter for Private Party”. It was coming up to Xmas and I really needed the money. I was feeling pretty happy about my 20yo body these days – was training for some long distance swimming and spending a lot of time in the pool. With all that training I was starting to tan up nice and I had lost about 10kgs.
Let me quickly explain a bit about myself – I’m 20yo and mid way through my college degree, I’m 6″1′, dark hair with some blonde through it and reasonably tanned. I’ve had a little bit of guy/guy experience but not much – although it always gets me hard. Ow and my name is Brad.
Back to the story…
So I’m feeling pretty confident with my body these days and this add for the ‘Exhibitionist Waiter’ sounds like it could be interesting and I won’t knock back the money.
The Last Sister (STR) (M/F) (IR)
The Westervelt family sat around the dinner table quietly eating a Thanksgiving meal prepared by their mother. Jeannette, the oldest, sat beside her husband DeRay. Gillian, beside her boyfriend, Andre. Georgina, next to her boyfriend, Jalen. Finally, the youngest daughter, Laura, sat by her father whose head was face pointed straight down into his white mashed potatoes covered in gravy.
Laura had just returned from her sophomore year of college for a quick break back home. Like all of her sisters, she was ghostly pale with striking sea glass blue eyes and dark black hair. A trait they most certainly took from their mother.
“Could you past the green beans, father?” Gillian said, her hair loosely bobbing on top of her head.
Her father slowly gathered the dish, as if he had just come out of a daydream and then handed them to Andre to pass to his daughter.
“You still barely look pregnant at all, let alone seven months!” Georgina said to her pregnant oldest sister.
Jeannette and DeRay smiled at one another while Jeanette rubbed her expanded stomach filled with her soon to be first born.
The Last Sister (F) (STR) (IR)
The Westervelt family sat around the dinner table quietly eating a Thanksgiving meal prepared by their mother. Jeannette, the oldest, sat beside her husband DeRay. Gillian, beside her boyfriend, Andre. Georgina, next to her boyfriend, Jalen. Finally, the youngest daughter, Laura, sat by her father whose head was face pointed straight down into his white mashed potatoes covered in gravy.
Laura had just returned from her sophomore year of college for a quick break back home. Like all of her sisters, she was ghostly pale with striking sea glass blue eyes and dark black hair. A trait they most certainly took from their mother.
“Could you past the green beans, father?” Gillian said, her hair loosely bobbing on top of her head.
Her father slowly gathered the dish, as if he had just come out of a daydream and then handed them to Andre to pass to his daughter.
“You still barely look pregnant at all, let alone seven months!” Georgina said to her pregnant oldest sister.
Jeannette and DeRay smiled at one another while Jeanette rubbed her expanded stomach filled with her soon to be first born.
Interview with a Domme [MF][Fdom]
Jeff parked his car in the downtown parking deck and walked out to the street, checking the address in the email confirmation for the third time. He had expected something in the run-down warehouse district and instead he found himself in the nicest and most upscale part of the financial district. Still worried that he had made a mistake, he took the elevator to the 8th floor, found suite 816, knocked and then entered.
Once inside the office, Jeff saw a waiting area with wood paneling, a table with a receptionist, and a few chairs. There was a second door to an interior office that was open a few inches, but Jeff couldn’t see far into it. The receptionist was a pretty blonde woman with long hair and blue eyes. She wore a white blouse, and he could just barely see a green skirt and white stockings under the table.
“May I help you?” the receptionist asked.
“Oh, um, hi.” Jeff started. “I’m looking for Jessica at Exciting Encounters. I have an appointment.”
“Then you’ve got the right place.” The receptionist smiled brightly. “Let me just check her appointments so we can get you checked in.”
Our first [F]MFM was simply mindblowing
Rick and I (Simone) went into town to have some drinks on a Friday night. We went to a new hip bar that had just opened and was the place to be and had this sexy vibe to it. Lots of beautiful young people and lots of flirting going on. Rick and I were dressed for the occasion. I was wearing a tight black dress with quite a cleavage so my large 38D natural breast were well exposed and I made sure that you could partly see the hot black lingerie that I wore underneath. Rick was wearing jeans and a nice shirt, showing his well built body and his great ass.
The place was already quite packed with people and there was a great atmosphere. It had some semi-separated booth-like areas all around where you could sit wit 6-8 people on a comfortable sofa. Most of them were already filled with groups. We walked around a bit, got two Gin & Tonics and saw a booth that was occupied by just a couple. We decided to head over there and have a look around from a comfortable seat. We asked the couple if it was ok if we sat there and they nodded with a friendly smile. After a while we connected and started to talk to the couple about the new place and we quickly got into a very relaxed conversation with them, with the drinks flowing. The sofa was a sort of semi-circle, so we could all talk to one another and we were quite close together. Obviously I had been checking them both out and besides the fact they were real fun in conversation, they looked quite hot too.
Two rules I made at a drinking game raised the sexual tension in the room through the roof, everyone fucked.
I was at a houseparty with 13 people I consider regulars (people whom I invite and that invite me to parties). These parties are great because everyone knows eachother and everyone likes eachother. About one hour in we decided to play a drinking game for the first time (we were high school seniors who haven’t really gotten the chance to try it yet) called King’s Cup. Kings’ Cup is, for the ignorant (you can skip to the next paragraph if you know what King’s Cup is, but we included some different rules that are important to the plot), a game where a deck of cards (we used two to extend the game) is equally distributed among the players. The smaller decks are then made into a ring from where we pick one card in a clockwise fashion. In the middle there’s a cup (not important to this story). Each card is given a action that has to be preformed (we played without the ‘last person to do this has to drink’ actions and replaced them with truth and dare instead). The card that is really relevant to this story is of course the king. The king allows the one who picks it to make a rule. Usually when a new king is picked, we discard the old rule, but because we wanted to get drunk and have fun, we decided to allow three rules to be in play at once, which worked out amazingly for everyone.
One Librarian and Two Sadistic Bikers, Part 1 [str8][rough][MMF][double penetration][dominating][reluctant][masturbation][anal][oral]
Part 1 (link in the comments to my Casual Sex Gamer blog & Part 2. My blog hast parts 1 – 6 on it now. I hope you enjoy part 1:
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It was Friday night, closing time at the library. My dirty mind was wandering as I checked out the line of men that formed with their books. I enhanced the boring task by imagining that the line was for a more arousing reason. Instead of checking out their books, I was on my knees and they were waiting for their turn at my mouth. Needless to say, by the time the place cleared out, I was pretty riled up.
Being horny was my typical state, and it led me to my unusual hobbies. One was having orgasms, and the other involved going into games for sex, but that was a whole different barrel of monkeys.
It was right around closing time, and I was about to lock the doors when two huge bikers came in. One had a thick red beard and a full head of hair. He wore a black Harley tee and was totally ripped. The other man had dark hair and a five o’clock shadow. He was shirtless beneath a leather vest and his muscled arms and chest were covered with tattoos. Both of them immediately pushed every one of my horny, over sexed buttons.