It had to be an accident [m/f][at work]

I hung up the phone frustrated. It was the second call-out of the night. Brad didn’t even sound sick, and he had called in sick twice in the last week. I think he just wanted to go down to the lake with his friends. But whatever, if he wanted to be unreliable, that was on him. I was a manager at the fast food joint, Brad and I were supposed to close the place, which meant staying until 12:30. Trin was off at 10 and Jess (another manager) was off at 8.

I put the phone down and left the office wondering what I could do about this. I walked up front to where our schedule was posted on a clipboard on the wall and took it off its hook and examined it. There was nobody I could call in to take his place. We were short staffed as it is. I was going to have to do everything myself. I sighed, I was going to be here until well past one in the morning finishing everything on my own…

It Had To Be An Accident[mf][at work]

I hung up the phone frustrated. It was the second call-out of the night. Brad didn’t even sound sick, and he had called in sick twice in the last week. I think he just wanted to go down to the lake with his friends. But whatever, if he wanted to be unreliable, that was on him. I was a manager at the fast food joint, Brad and I were supposed to close the place, which meant staying until 12:30. Trin was off at 10 and Jess (another manager) was off at 8.

I put the phone down and left the office wondering what I could do about this. I walked up front to where our schedule was posted on a clipboard on the wall and took it off its hook and examined it. There was nobody I could call in to take his place. We were short staffed as it is. I was going to have to do everything myself. I sighed, I was going to be here until well past one in the morning finishing everything on my own…

An un[f]orgetable [m]orning with Annabelle

This story is quite long but one of my favorite experiences ever. This will be my first post here. Part of it has been posted on another site but I have made some edits and added some sections that weren’t previously included. Here is a little about me physically: I’m 6’6”, 240lbs, hairy, with a short beard, brown eyes, short brown hair, glasses, and a 6.5” inch cut cock. Hope you enjoy!

Annabelle and I started chatting online on a Tuesday evening in the middle of March. She responded to my online posting looking for a woman who was interested in, to put it bluntly as I did in the ad, having me finger her to orgasm.

Annabelle quickly introduced herself as a graduate student studying in the city. She sent me a photo of just her long, slender legs peaking out from under a nearly knee-length black dress, ending in a pair of perfectly manicured feet in orange-strapped sandals. As soon as the attachment opened I felt the raw lust building and growing inside me. I collected myself and quickly responded, asking when we could meet in person. She agreed that we should get together, but despite my pleading she wasn’t free that night, or Wednesday, or even Thursday. Friday though, Friday morning she wanted to meet.

Elijah and Shea: PART 1

Things smelled something like dying outside, but at least they smelled. The summer had brought with it a fantastic volume of expression. It seemed cliche to talk about the sky, but lying there inside his bedroom, Elijah stared out the window, clouds nestling by, periodically squeezing into view from where he lay, and then just as effortlessly leaving. He tried to feel nothing about it, but found himself worried. Each cloud passing felt like another moment missed, seconds spilling through holes drilled in the floorboards. And yet, Elijah did nothing about it.

Summer had started a few weeks ago and Elijah’s productivity had plunged below a threshold he had ever experienced. High School was over and the whole world was open to him with fresh opportunities and blossoming experiences. But Elijah chose to sit beside his bed, watching the clouds, lamenting the clouds, wishing he could just stop one dead in its tracks.

A short vibration startled Elijah from his trance. He extended his hands above his head, pushing his chest out, feeling as his vertebra realigned from bottom to top. Blinking, Elijah stood up and turned to find his phone still alight with a new text message. Grabbing the phone, he noticed it was an unknown number to him. He frowned and unlocked his phone.

Desires Cancun Mexico

True Story. Not group sex per se but certainly nudity and sex in a general group.

I had been trying to get my wife to agree to going to a resort where nudity was allowed. I kept telling her that if she did not feel comfortable she did not have to be naked at these places. My hope was that I could at least convince her to go topless after a day in the sun and drinking. She eventually said she would think about it so I sent her links to various clothing optional resorts, mostly outside the U.S. to limit the chance of running into someone we know. To my surprise she agreed to go and picked Desire’s near Cancun, Mexico.

When we got there everyone was completely naked. Not a single dressed or topless person. Everyone was completely naked but acted as if everything was normal, hanging out at the pool, grabbing lunch, and playing volleyball. There were no sexual overtones to it. My wife got naked immediately. She actually seemed more comfortable with it than I did. Then came dinner where people got dressed up but in very sexual clothing. Take the same woman completely naked swimming in the pool with no sexual overtones and then put her in a sexy see-thru dress and suddenly it feels scandalous.

Visiting Another College [21M/22F 21F]

I just discovered this sub and it has quickly grown to my favorite. I will share one of my stories now.

After graduating from my community college, I decided to go to a university out of state. I chose an engineering school that basically had a 90% guy to 10% girl ratio and I knew absolutely no one so I kept in close contact with a lot of people from my hometown. One of the people that I kept in contact with was my ex Katie. We were high school sweethearts and after we broke up my senior year, we would get together every once in a while and still hook up. I was the first person to sleep with her and she was very shy so she didn’t want to sleep around. It is also important to note that she did not drink or anything and was a very religious girl while we were dating. (Besides the fact the we were having sex)

First Time Post– (M)y (F)irst time with a Bi-Sexual Female Professional Soccer Player ( 21m/ 26f)

Background: This story took place 5 years ago. I’m a long-time lurker to this thread and decided to give this a whirl myself. This is one of my favorite sexual encounters and was sparked by seeing an old Facebook photo from that night.

In 2010 I was a senior in college where I spent 25 hours a week as a “practice” player for a major Division 1 women’s soccer program. (I would participate in training sessions with the girls when they were short-handed due to injuries, illness, etc…) I used to be decent at soccer and this was a great way to stay in shape and hang out with extremely fit college girls every day. :)

This is my story of how I met Sarah who was a former player at this university. She was training with the team for 4 months during her off-season with a women’s professional team in the United States, while her girlfriend was training with a national team in Europe for the Women’s World Cup.

Sarah: 5,7′ inches, 125 lbs, green eyes, shoulder-length brown hair, 6 pack-abs, and extremely toned arms. She had perky B-cup tits with muscular legs and a firm ass. She is extremely outgoing, confident, and when she drinks all of those qualities are amplified.

[M]arried business man, [F]un, but without tinder this time. Part 5 – the dancer (long)

I’m typing this from my mobile so I apologize for typos and formatting errors ahead of time.

This particular night started out perfect. My wife told me she wanted to go out for drinks and have a little fun. Our work weeks are always stressful so I was looking forward to enjoying my wife’s company. My wife is 5’6 110 lbs, very petite, has long wavy dark hair and a beautiful smile. Her body is gorgeous (she is a lifestyle coach/personal trainer and owns her own gym). S, needless to say I had a pep in my step on the way home knowing I was going to get to see my wife in something sexy tonight.

Young prostitution

Do you know why people get caught printing fake money? well…. its because they print so darn much of it. this was the logic my dad and his friends used when they set up their money printing scheme.

Now the notes wernt exactly flawless but as long as we didnt spend too much of it the money would change hands for many months before anyone discovered it was fake and it would be far away from our neighbourhood. The idea was to still make money from normal jobs but also to bost your income a little with fake money. when ever fake money was produces however little it was it had to be spent within the week. This was to make sure the fake money could not be found in their hands.

I was 15 when i found out about the ‘side business’ my dad was running. He had just finished making some cash but had accidentally created too much. He needed to get rid of it quickly and the easiest way was to give in to me.

Long night, longer morning – Fun times in Las Terrenas [M30/F27]

First time post. Been a lurker here for a while. My gf, Monica, wanted me to post one of our stories after she found me reading this subreddit in bed from my phone with a huge boner (I thought she was sleeping…) So here it goes:

Its around midnight in the beach town of Las Terrenas, in the north coast of a caribean island. Monica and me go pick up Sean and a famous house DJ from the US that we will call Diva. We have to go to the venue where Diva will play. We´re all looking forward to have a good time.

Monica, is half european half latin, and she is smoking hot. She has a very tanned skin tone, blonde hair, long and fit legs, big and firm breasts (34dd maybe). And that night she had black shorts and a black top.

We have blast. Our DJ friend, Diva, killed it. Everybody was having a good time dancing and partying. There was a lot of molly going around, and you could get this big sexual vibe from the crowd (around 30 people).