She was (M)y best ever!

I'm sure you don't remember every sexual encounter you've ever had, but I'd guess you remember your best sex ever, right? Well my story is about my #1 blowjob and on of my top 5 sexual experience, with the same girl on the only two occasions we ever hooked up…..years apart from one another.

To start, I'd known this girl Steph through friends for a while, a very average looking girl, 5'7, thin, very fair white skin, dark brown hair. In one sense, she was an attractive girl, a daily yoga girl with not an ounce of extra fat, toned and firm in all the right places, but in another, she could REALLY use some sun and was the type to look a little better in a dark bar than she would the next morning. Anyway, we both ended up at a party for a work friend and before I knew it, I was shitcanned and decided to crash there vs driving drunk, and when the host went to head for bed, it looked like she was in the same boat. So our first contact of the night was discussing who was taking what couch to pass out on. That convo started some small talk, and I can't remember exactly how, but I think I mentioned that I was horny which, its turns out, she was too. We started talking about our mutual horniness, and as consensual adults with compatible sexual organs came to the very adult agreement that we could service each other and, ta-da, solve our mutual issues! It was really the weirdest situation ever, we discussed exactly what would happen, first I would go down on her, then she on my, then we'd both go to bed satisfied.

Jennie and Taylor, Part 2 [MFF] [Fdom] [Les]

Taylor and I had been seeing each other off and on for about a month. Taylor is a short girl, but very curvy. I’m small too, thin and kind of flat chested, but still a little taller than Taylor. I have pale skin and shoulder length dark hair, and people tell me I’m pretty in a girl next door kind of way. I don’t get any complaints, understand, but sometimes I envy Taylor’s sexy curves and the effect her gorgeous tits and ass have on men.

We had gone out to a move that night, and the movie was ok, but we were really more interested in touching each other. I’d spent most of the show with my hand on Taylor’s leg, and she’d had her head on my shoulder, occasionally nuzzling my neck or ear. We were excited to get back to my apartment and enjoy some more private time together, so Taylor was disappointed when we got home and my husband Rob was there.

“But I want you to myself,” Taylor complained.

“Sweetie, you won’t even know he’s here if I ask him to stay out of our way,” I explained to her. Rob is very submissive, and was waiting patiently to see what I’d do.

Going for Glory [MF] [Oral] [BBC] – First time writing erotica, feedback would be appreciated :)

The slight red-head swayed within the masses crowded next to the large speakers. Her thin dress clung to her slight curves, hugging them as the material grew damp. The harsh beats matched the tempo of her heartbeat as she ground against a tall well-dressed man. She gasped as his strong hands took control of the movement, feeling him press against her. Her head lolled back against his shoulder and she looked across the club with hooded eyes.

Everywhere they fell she could see other couples dancing. She moaned at the sight of a young blonde having her nipples suckled through the opaque fabric of her dress. While another man flipped the skirt up and was fingering her shaven pussy to a climax.

The man behind her grunted with each thrust he made having been further aroused by the same sight. She pressed back against him as she felt his rigid erection press into the groove of her backside.

Roadtrip [MM] [Fiction] [Mast] [Voy] [Oral]

I hate driving. Around the time all my friends were getting licenses and going on about finally being free to go wherever they wanted I was perfectly happy to hang out at point A while point B went right off and fucked itself. Sure, I’d catch a ride from a friend if there was something going on or get picked up by a girlfriend if we had a date. But for the longest time what I saved on gas and car payments went into a affording a place within bicycle distance of necessities. I finally picked up a license after I had to call 911 for a friend who cut themselves pretty bad at my place. He would have survived a drive to the emergency room, but couldn’t drive himself. I helped pay the bill for the ambulance ride because that was pretty much my fault.

 

The Raven Haired Punk Girl [MF][anal]

She was a raven-black haired girl, a mismatched of outfit of Kinks t-shirt, black skirt, and torn fish nets. She lived a few doors down from me in the dorm. I think I liked her because she drank whiskey straight. She had two posters on her half of the room, The Cure and The Smiths. She was a pierced punk rock Dorthy Parker. I never could resist an alt girl.

Despite tasting like cigarettes I had to kiss her. I loved the feel of her in my arms, her tiny, curvy body. I wanted to devour her.

"Lay back," she said.

She worked at my belt and opened my jeans and freed my thick hard cock from my boxers.

She got on her knees on the messy floor in front of her bed and wrapped her lips around me and sank down my cock. Her tongue teasing my shaft while her thin fingers weighing my balls.

Reaching down, I pushed up her skirt, and insinuated my fingers between her creamy thigh and white cotton panties. My fingers were just barely able to reach her lips, but my fingertips soon became slick and her moans vibrated the length of my cock.

I [14/f] had sex with my cousin [17/m]! True story need to tell someone!

My name is Emma. I am a 14 year old girl. I have long red hair, brown eyes, am around 5 foot 2, and am Latina. I've lived in LA with my family and cousins my whole life so I'm really attached and close to them. One of my cousins, David, and his family moved out of state one day and didn't move back until four years had passed. Sure they visited, but I missed them. This is the story of how me and David became uncontrolably in love.

Meeting for the First Time in a Year [M/F] Prelude

This story is lot of introduction with just a tease of the true wildness to come in the last few paragraphs. I do intend to finish, but the writing process is taking some time and I wanted to gauge interest. I'm definitely going to wrap up this story in another post, but if I get good feedback I may share some other stories I have. Feedback and constructive criticism more than welcome.

My name is Jack. I'm your typical young professional living in a pretty big city. 6'2 with a lean/athletic build (think swimmer). I'm a mixed-race guy with short black hair, brown eyes and light brown skin. Some say I have an intense look about my eyes, but my smile is very disarming. My jaw is covered in a perpetual five o'clock shadow.

I met Sarah about this time last year when she moved to my town for college. We matched up on tinder, met for lunch and had sex all within a 16 hour span. At the time, she was 18 and I was 27, but the age difference didn't phase either of us. We had an amazing chemistry that felt so effortless and natural. We met a few more times before business took me out of town for about a month. Unfortunately, she got herself into a relationship in that time, and I thought things were done between us. As it turns out, I was wrong.

[mf],[oral],[pee]: A sordid, depraved tale of love and elation

D and I were an item for about 4 years.

She had been married since her late teens and hadn't been outside the nest aside from some flirting and fumbling once or twice, so her experience was limited to the fairly conventional tastes of her spouse. I met him a few times and he seemed OK, a very straight type. He left her for someone else, so when I took up with her she was uncertain, inexperienced and a bit of a mess but determined to get on with life. (Oh, and her ex had a really large member which had limited the ways they could go at it without hurting her, given her fairly petite form, but more of that another time.)

I had always wanted to have a woman pee on me and in my mouth, (disgusting, no?), and over time, I dropped hints for D and gradually set the scene. One evening, to celebrate a really big commissioned sale, I arrived at her place with a nice bottle of campaign, and we sat in the lounge room and toasted good fortune. It went to our heads pretty quickly on empty stomachs, and D said she needed to pee. I made a game of delaying her and said I wouldn't let her go until I'd eaten her for a bit as I'd been thinking about it all day. She giggled and laughing said, "you'd better be careful mister, you might get a nasty surprise", and we continued on that track until I got her panties off and started to eat her out.

Keep it in your Pants.

Dead. Yes I am dead. Been so for over two hundred and fifty years. It did not have to happen. It was my fault. I never learned to keep my place, to keep my thing in its place.

It started when Miss Josephine returned from that eastern finishing school. I do not know what they taught her there but I do know that she came back very interested in learning about sex. That is where I come in. You see, I am or rather was, two hundred and fifty years ago, a house slave. I was only six months into my training. I was being groomed to replace Jesse who spent his life serving dinner to the white folks. White gloves and all. Since I was the younger, it was part of my duties to bring in water from the well for the house. That is where it began.

Miss Josephine came to me one day while I was bringing water back to the house. Saucy thing she was too in that frilly dress. Practically begged me to do her. Took my hand and put it straight on her breast. Did not ask me, just did it. Probably figured that since her father owned me, she could do what she liked. It was the truth too, though, I do not think that her father had this in mind.

The Sex Student – Part 24

Hi all,

Sorry I haven't posted… but yea summer and surgery recovery and… well got busy.

Also, I feel a bit let down by the interest in the last few parts, so if you do like these let me know!

Anyways… part 24:


index of previous parts

Part 24

The next week went by so slowly. I was so very very horny every day. I had to finger myself 2-3 times a day. I had never felt this way, and the fact that midterms were soon and I had to study didn't help.

Thrusday Frank texted me and said he wanted to pick me up Friday night. I answered back an all caps "YES!" within seconds. He asked me to wear a dress and under it one of the slip sets he'd bought me.

I got all dressed up in a nice red long dress I'd bought over the summer and the red slip set under it. Lady in Red I was… I tossed on a jacket over it and sized myself up… not bad I guess. Frank pulled up right on time and we headed off, but instead of to his house he headed downtown. Frank took me out to a nice restaurant and we had dinner… it was odd this was almost like a date, except Frank didn't talk to me hardly at all, I wondered if Frank was looking to change our relationship and I hoped deep down he didn't.