The Virgin [FM]

The village elders had summoned me, so I made my way as quickly as possible to the Great Hall, only stopping to smooth my long dress down and check my hair. The three elderly men sat behind a long table, and an old man I'd never seen before stood beside them. Off in the shadows I could make out another, female figure. I stood before them and bowed my head. "I have appeared as summoned." I said. The chief elder spoke: "Girl, you have been chosen by the Gods to take part in the annual fertility ceremony in the King's castle at the capital. This man is the High Priest of the Harvest Gods, and has spent the past year searching the land for the most beautiful virgin, and the honor falls on our village."

I blushed at the compliment. I knew I was very attractive, everyone said so, and my father had been made many offers for my hand since I turned eighteen, but in the whole land? That was quite something. The stranger spoke: "You are a virgin, correct?" I blushed deeper. "But of course, sir," I said, in an offended tone, "I am unmarried!" Of course I had fooled around with plenty of boys, and even let some of them touch my breasts, but none had ever got between my legs. One had even persuaded me to touch his cock, and I had been amazed at how it had grown in my hand. "Well," said the man, "We must be sure. Mary?"

It’s not cheating if you only look… [M/F]

Guilt and Pleasure: Volume 2

It's Not Cheating If You Only Look

by Matthew Myen


If this is the first of mine you have read, please read the first part of Guilt and Pleasure before continuing.

Well, that first post blew up, didn’t it? I’d just like to thank everyone for their words of support and encouragement. If you just read it and enjoyed it – that’s enough for me.

I have bad news for anyone who thought the first one was too long… the second volume is more than double the word count. I couldn’t find a good place in the events to stop without feeling like a tease.

Finally, if you would prefer to read on Kindle or something, have a look at the afterword in the comments.


Prelude

Plan B (or the ‘Morning-after pill’) is a type of emergency contraception that can prevent unwanted pregnancy after unprotected sex.

It was late. Late enough that even the semi-nocturnal birds that roosted in the trees of the park near our townhouse had quit their trilling. Jessica slept soundly next to me breathing in the slow rhythm of deep sleep. My phone glared painfully in the darkness as I browsed incognito for some statistic that would help me sleep.

Educating Keane [MFM]

So Kat and I were out at a bar — the kids were at a sleepover over Xmas break. We had a few drinks next to a guy that was solo at the bar. He was early to mid-twenties, non-descript, not super stylish, seemingly out of his element. As Kat is very social, she struck up a conversation while I was in the john.

When I got back, Kat said "this is Keane — he is a computer programmer in town for 6 months on a contract." We chatted him up for a while, learning that he was a somewhat sheltered kid who lived with his parents while going to college. He graduated a year ago but was still living at home until he took this job.

Though he lived a sheltered life, he was made a little less naive due to all the time he spent on the Internet. We became fascinated with his world; his family never went on vacation so he had never really been anywhere, and despite his secret Internet identity to date he still played the role of the good christian boy for his parents.

The most cum and biggest balls (so far)

I forget when exactly this happened, but I remember it happened during the spring semester of 2015 near the end. Probably in April or May. Anyway, I was at a party with my friends and some of their guy friends. I remember talking about guy's balls and the amount of cum they shoot. One of the guys insisted that the bigger the balls, the more cum. I was disagreeing with him as there have been some small balls that I've seen shoot what seemed like a lot.

Anyway, we ended up going back to his dorm with his roommate. When we got to his dorm, his roommate turned on the tv and passed out almost immediately. The guy turned the tv down a little and took me into his bedroom.

Once we were in his bedroom, we started making out. After a few minutes, he told me that he wanted to show me that the bigger balls, the more cum there is. I said, "Ah, so that's why you're so insistent that big balls mean a lot of cum. Well, show me how big they are". He told me to get on my knees, so I got down in front of him, ready to start sucking his dick. He unzipped his shorts and pulled them down, along with his boxers.

The time [m]y girl[f]riend was horny all day at work and almost gave me her anal virginity when she got home.

***** Background *****

Posting from my girlfriends account, because I don't have my own (NSFW) one. She doesn't know I'm going to post it, but I'm sure she will enjoy reading it later. Yesterday was one of those days my girlfriend just had cock on the brain all day (its really been like 3 days in a row now, I'm not sure what's got her this sexed up. Might be one of these book series she's reading.)

Anyways, amongst co-workers and friends, my girlfriend often comes off as being the bubbly, sweet and somewhat innocent girl. At the very least, if you met her you wouldn't think she was just dripping sex. Luckily there is another side to her. The side where sometimes she cant stop thinking about cock and makes me fuck her three times in a day. The times when she is so horny she can barely speak to me without starting to make out with me on the couch. She is what people generally refer to as a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.

A “goodbye” to remeber [MF][Oral].

It was another late day, as Max walked out of work, he sighed. He felt like he hadn't had a day off in weeks, and worse, when he did have some spare time, he had no one to hang out with. His friends seemed to just feel distant, never seeming to care if he texted them, came over, or simply worked for seven days straight. He had no love life, no one even seemed interested in him. Work was is his life. And he hated life. Sure, it had its moments of fulfillment or even 'happiness', but that was the 1%, and he could not live off 1%.

As he crossed the parking lot, he noticed Arlene was standing by her car, alone, seemingly waiting for a ride. Life was his work, so naturally his coworkers were his source of socializing. He walked over, eventually it became apparent to her that Max was coming towards her, and not his car. They had known each other only a short amount of time, she was new and Max was quite the veteran in the field.

Indescretions of [m]y youth: [f]ast and furious

For those who read my last post, you know a little about me. I was stupid and brash when I was young. I posted last time that I drove drunk, but at least the story turned out well. Sadly, I must confess, that there was another instance of this completely irresponsible, and dangerous conduct. Again, I have changed the names for privacy reasons of all parties involved. Also, another long read.

The background….

As I mentioned before there was a bar in my hometown that was ridiculously easy to get into and drink at. For this reason a slew of people all under the legal drinking age would regularly attend this bar. To be fair, they never really admitted underage individuals below the age of 18, but that's not to say it probably didn't happen.

Anyway, on one fateful night in my nineteenth year of life, I went to this club with one of my really good buds. This guy was money to take with you. He picked up the hottest girls and lots of them. He wasn't exactly god's gift to women, but he was superiorly confident. The game was strong with this one. I was his Goose, and I knew my role in this duo; play as wingman and go for the girls that his choice was with. This had worked in my favor a few times.

Move to a new city, join the swing set. ([m/f], [m/f], [m/f], observed [m/f/m] and [f/f])

A little more than 24 hours ago, I made a life-changing decision and had the best night of my existence. Enough that I want to write about it and share it. And I already want and need more.

My vitals: straight male, mid-30's, mid-divorce. 5'9", about 250. If I were into men, I guess you could say I'd be a bear. I've had some experience with kink and non-monogamy, but since getting divorced and moving near a major northeastern city, I've decided I want to explore these more. I know I'm a dominant person who isn't all that big on physical monogamy, but in terms of actually playing, I haven't done much.

As it turns out, my ex-girlfriend from college, Carrie, had also gone on the same journey (divorce, sexual exploration). However, she joined a couple of swinging groups in her area (which was closer than I expected) and has blossomed big-time. A while ago, she mentioned that she was going to be dancing in a stripping contest at one of those groups. Back when we dated, Carrie wasn't exactly repressed, but she's gone headlong into kink, so I desperately wanted to see her in a new light. And have some fantastic sex, of course.

Life with Emily Part 1. Falling for my slut lover and her wife.

I hadn't really been that successful in my relationships with women until I met Emily. I had no trouble starting a relationship but each time, after a while something seemed to be missing. I always lost interest in them sexually as a growing sense of need would take over. I never knew what the need was for so it remained a sort of nagging psychic itch.

Of course the women I dated were not the women I was attracted to and I knew that. I was attracted to them physically and emotionally but I had to force the sexual interest. On the other hand, the best, most intense and fulfilling relationships I had were with escorts, strippers and porn actresses. Not just any escort or whore but those that were in the business because they loved being the business. Those relationships never worked out, never because of the sex but because after a while I didn't connect with them as people.

I was stuck. I dated women I liked as people and found them sexually unappealing, or I dated women I loved sexually but could not connect with them at any other level.

I Cheated on my Boyfriend at Work. [F/F]

I’ve changed some details about this because I could get in a lot of trouble if it came out. For that reason I might not answer too many questions. Well I won’t be too specific with my answers at least.

My name's Helen I’m a very normal person really. I’m outgoing and like normal stuff, and I have an outgoing boyfriend who likes normal stuff too. We both exercise a lot together and we’re both in good shape which is something important to both of us. But other than that we’re like any couple. Our sex life is fine too, and the only complaint I have is that he doesn’t go down on me nearly as much as I would like. But it’s not a big problem really. All in all we’re very happy, we live together, and are planning a future. So I never thought of myself as a cheater, which is why it’s so weird to me that I’m writing this. Part of me writing this is because I want to share something with a subreddit that I have enjoyed for a few months now (made an account for this!), and part of it is to get it all off my chest because it's been a weird few weeks.