My first anal experience, and definitely not my last [m/f]

I've been reading all these great stories and wanted to add my own true story.

I was a somewhat late bloomer and didn't have my first GF until late in college. We were both virgins and the sex was pretty good, at least I thought it was for two people with zero experience. I had always been interested in anal sex and would occasionally ask but never got anywhere, not even a finger in her butt.

We were coming up on a year into our relationship and the week before our anniversary, we were hanging out in her apartment and having a some afternoon sex. Out of the blue, she asks me if I want to put it in her butt, as a sort of early anniversary present. Of course I said yes and my cock was super stiff at this point. We went back to her room and she started off with a nice wet blowjob. She wasn't a fan of receiving oral (never really understood this) so it was straight to pussy for some fucking in missionary. After we both got worked up, she turned around and got on all fours with her butt in the air. She asked if I was ready and the only confirmation she needed was seeing how hard my dick was. I couldn't believe this was going to happen, I just nodded yes.

Be Careful What You Wish For.. #Part3 [MFF][RELUC][VOY][ORAL]

Part 3 – The Aftermath

I pulled on some jogging bottoms and stuffed the panties into my pocket, grabbing a towel out of the wash basket before carefully closing the door behind me. I'm not sure why I was trying to be so quiet she clearly had been watching me fuck the ever living brains out of Hannah, and enjoying herself while she was at it.

Is that her thing? Is that why our sex life has been so dead, because she prefers to watch? Or was it the struggle that turned her on?

The Bottle, the Bourbon, the Pain, and the Prayer [M/F]

The following is written with my own memories, and edited for clarity, truthfulness, and to remove unnecessary dialogue by my partner. This happened two nights ago, in our living room in Texas, around 10 at night.

The rain pattered softly against the window.

I set the bottle down and groaned.

My world did that thing again, where my eyes shook a bit and it rotated just a few degrees.

Fucking world.

Fucking gravity.

Fucking inner-ear balancing bullshit.

Today would break a string of sobriety that had lasted a year and a half. A year and a half of careful, calculated avoidance of that lovely lady who sat at the bottom of the bottles in our pantry. She was lithe, dark skin, and a smooth talker.

The taste of the bourbon on my lips was so sweet. It tasted of vanilla, fruit, late nights, shaving in the mirror with a straight razor, and a guitar gently crying into the darkness.

I put my hands in my hair and muttered to my partner, coming through the doorway of the hall,

"Why didn't you stop me?"

[m/f] How I slept with a group member before a class presentation

So apologies beforehand, I am in no way a master writer. I can write History papers like a champ, but when it comes to stories, eh. This is a throw-away account, as my friends and girlfriend browse Reddit, and I don't need this on my post history, you understand.

A little backstory: I am in my first semester of graduate school, hoping to graduate in Spring 2017 with my Master’s. Part of my program requires an unbelievable amount of presentations/group projects, things I normally despise. I’m also a graduate assistant (which is basically a full/part time job that helps with tuition, housing, meal, etc) in one of the departments on the campus. I grouped up with two girls from the same department as we all work crazy hours, but we know when each other works and we spend most of our time on a certain section of campus so we’re not far away if we have to meet and work on the project. Our professor wasn’t happy with the idea of three people from the same department working together, so he attempts to break our group up. Our saving grace, we’ll call her Kristen, she works in another department and basically says “No worries! They look cool, I’ll work with you.” Which was a huge relief, because a lot of the other students are snooty Type-A pricks who drive me nuts.

Reconnecting with and fucking an old crush. (m/f)

This past weekend I hooked up with an old High School crush I hadn't seen in about 13 years. We'll call her Storm.

My wife and I decided a long time ago to have an "open" marriage. Like a lot of such things, this started with a few threeways with an ex-girlfriend of mine that I was still friends with. Since those trysts came to an end I've been unsuccessful in finding a woman good enough to actually sleep with me.

I went looking for Storm a few weeks ago on Facebook, but to no avail. She was one of those girls who never went by her given name, but none of her old nicknames turned up. Thinking Oh, well to myself I moved on.

One night I got a friend request from a name I didn't recognize. I went poking around her pictures (which were a lot of drawings) until I found an actual picture of her, and holy shit! there she was!

I added her and we immediately began chatting. It was one of those weird times where things just seemed to fall in to place, and within twenty minutes we were trading dirty pictures and making nasty comments about each other. About how we missed so many opportunities back in "the day" since we didn't know we liked each other.

A Tale of Two Sluts Pt. 1 [fSubs](MMMff)

This was the hottest night of my life. Literally, the sun had set but the temperature lingered in the mid 90s. We were at a cheer competition for my sister. She was 16 and had just gotten her first boyfriend. She's the kind of blonde that makes you think she moved straight for Norway. She was short – 4'9 at most – and weighed less than 100lbs. Her skin was a deep brown from too many visits to the tanning bed and her perky B cup tits went perfectly with a shapely toned ass.

We were near opposites to the point where most people thought we were friends instead of sisters. I was 18 at the time and the Captain of the Cheer team. I was the "base" to my sister's "flyer" and at 5'9 130 I dwarfed her. I had a huge ass (my pride and joy later in life) and thick thighs, and with DD tits I was the envy of every girl and the object of lust for every boy in high school. I wore my hair short around my ears then and dyed it a darker shade of brown.

Sexy Scrabble Part 4 [mf] [Mdom]

I can’t get her out of my head…I just can’t. Images of Courtney’s smooth milky white skin floods my memory. Her swollen pussy lips opening up to reveal her glistening wet pink pussy. I am getting hard just thinking about how sweet she tasted. Damn! And I am in the middle of economics class. I can feel my dick start to swell and push against the denim of my pants. Fuck! Why does Court turn me on like this? More importantly how? I should be having wet fantasies about my girlfriend Rachel, not her best friend Courtney. But Courtney has that beautiful long soft blond hair, long delicate legs, huge round boobs with perfectly perky peach nipples, and her ass…damn I need to stop thinking about her.

“Umm Ms. Daren” I raise my hand and ask the teacher.

“What do you want now Ethan” she responds annoyed

“I need to use the restroom” I say trying to sound innocent

“Ethan, I recommend you start paying attention and class and stop goofing off in it, so no you may not use it” She chides me

That bitch! I mentally think.

[MF str8 oral] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part XI – Increased Visibility

Diana had written a note, in block letters to avoid handwriting analysis. It said “YOUR GENDER CURSE IS IMPRESSIVE. HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF THE CURSE OF THE WHITE MAN FROM TOWN?” and was apparently a reference to a book I hadn’t read. This, she said, would be copied and slipped into every mailslot and under every door in the trailer park tonight, under cover of darkness, because apparently she was a ninja and could just do things like that.
“Tomorrow morning, they’ll all find the notes. Shortly after that, some friends of mine will show up.”
“What friends?” I asked, handing back the note.
“Oh, you know, the usual… Social Services, Health and Safety inspectors, tax auditors, maybe some police on a drug tip. It really depends on how many calls the two of us get done this afternoon.
“The two of you? What about me?”
Katlyn shook her head. “You’re done, for now,” she said, patting my hand. “You need to leave this part to us.”
“Yes,” Diana agreed. “In fact, you need to be very publicly not involved in any of this. Visible, noticeable. You need a solid alibi, because the tip-offs are the legal part of this. the breaking and entering, destruction of property, and light arson aren’t.”
“Arson??”
“Depends how we feel. You said they had a lot of cars. Maybe the tires get slashed, maybe the interiors get torched. Who knows? The important part is that you can’t be proven to be involved. Chris is going to call you. Go out with him.”
“How do you know he’s going to-”
“Shawn,” Diana said, cutting me off, “I know that you weren’t into love and commitment, but Chris is. He’s falling for you, and you just gave him your virginity. That’s pretty goddamn special, and the fact he isn’t calling right now is probably only because his friends are with him at this exact moment taking away his phone and telling him not to seem too needy.”
“Does nobody just deal with relationships themselves?” I asked, trying to imagine our scene with the genders reversed.
Katlyn scoffed. “Only jerks like you used to be, hun. Whatever you decide to do, you’re not that guy anymore. But you can be a better guy. Or a better girl. It’s up to you. Just give us the go-ahead, and we’ll do the rest.”
i looked from one woman to the other, then down at my hands. “Alright,” I said. “Do it. Even if it doesn’t work, I’ll have the satisfaction of seeing them regret messing with me.”
“Messing with us,” Katlyn corrected me.
Diana grinned. “This is gonna be fun.”

Be Careful What You Wish For.. #Part1&2 [MFF][RELUC][VOY][ORAL]

PART 1 – The Encounter

So my wife Jennifer and I have been together 5 years, lived together for 3 of those and married for 2. Our sex life has always been.. lacking. Vanilla. For the want of a better word, boring. She is a beautiful woman, standing tall at 5'9 and with a tight athletic build, dark brown eyes and hazelnut hair down between her shoulder blades. She just isn't that sexually active. Maybe it is just me, maybe she's not really that attracted to me. Either way, as time went on and sexual encounters became few and far between, my gaze started wandering elsewhere, craving attention where I could find it.

That is when it all started. That is when she arrived.

Sat at my desk at work one day, I hear my co-worker showing round the new hire. I couldn't be bothered with this, I had far too much work to do, but I hear the gentle rapping at my door and the handle being tugged on before I even invited them in. * Sigh. * What's the point of knocking if you are going to invite yourself in? I wasn't even going to look up from my paperwork.

CL hookup – Sir treats me right (mm)

I travel regularly and, when I feel that itch, I hit CL to see what the local scene may offer. Most times is disappointing – one word replies ("Sup" is popular), little evidence that the dude actually read the post before hitting reply. This past Sunday I was arriving at my hotel around 9pm and asked CL for a Dom top for the evening. What I got was so much more.

A word to my preparations. When arriving in a new location, I visit the local CVS and Target. CVS for the Fleet enema, and the Target for hose, tights and panties. It is exciting to choose which Sir will see me in, thigh highs are my favorite. I think every lady learns which size fits best, and how to roll them up just right, knowing how they will be ripped and torn by the end of that night. I eat well, usually a clean-out is not needed, but for a long night of use one should be prepared.