My First Time, with a Man, was in a Thong [M22]

I was in my later college years and the urge to explore was as strong in me as ever. I was fresh off my escapades at the gay sauna while visiting home. Now I was itching for more. I began experimenting with my ass shortly after the trip. Trying fingers and eventually getting a plug and a dildo. I also had a once in a million chance when I was tasked to retrieve something from a girls car and under the seat was A THONG.

This had me feeling bolder than before and I took to the Craigslist posting. I eventually found a guy in his 30’s, 5’10 and average build with a nice looking cock. I asked if it was chill to wear the thong while he fucked me and he happily agreed. When I showed up we wasted no time and made straight for his bedroom. I was out of my clothes in a nano second, down to my thong. He was slower with taking his clothes off, first his shirt, then the belt and then he told me to undo his jeans. I was still new at this and went slow, with a shaky hand. I undo the button, unzip the fly and out pops his 7.5” thick, smooth and hard cock. I was not anticipating him not wearing underwear at all and was wide eyed and excited.

[FM] I hooked up with my first cousin last Saturday night

I (24M) have always been attracted to her (27F) and masterbated to her quite often. We were at this house party on Saturday night and it was quite a big house. I ended up going to bed there at like 4am. About 2 hours later I heard her come in. I was just in my boxers because I was way too warm. She came in beside me and she got very close to me. I didn’t move. I was hard straight away. I had my back turned to her and she started putting her hand around my body and grabbed my dick and was stroking it. At this stage I let out a moan because I couldn’t help it. I turned over and we made eye contact and just started kissing her. I got on top of her and started having sex with her and we did it very quickly so nobody would catch us. She was asleep when I woke up the next day but I messaged her after and we are meeting up tomorrow for more sex.

[FM] The fat nerd, and the sexy barmaid

We are speaking of about 20 years ago, I was a straight, single, obese, bearded nerd with low/middle income, living with my divorced mother in a small flat in the town center afflicted with a powerful sex drive, but very few occasions to put it in practice. At the time me and my group of friends, a mixed bag of couples and singles of both sexes, were loyal patrons of a at the time popular cocktail bar: we gravitated there after work on Friday evenings, started to drink – my poison of choice was the Martini cocktail – smoke and chat until everyone was starved, then we went for a pizza or some low cost trattoria, then everyone for himself: couples, I presume, at home to fuck, we singles around alone to find someone to fuck with, or in group drinking and talking into the early morning. Standard provincial life.

[FM] Call me a racist slur?, let me ruin your night by fucking loudly all night

So for a bit of backstory, my lover and I decided to have a romantic get away at a luxury spa resort out of town. I had been looking forward to it for a few months as we rarely got to go away overnight, partly due to my husband only taking business trips a few times each year giving us an opportunity to elope for a whole night. If you’d like further details of my affair I’m sure you will find them in my numerous back stories.

In any case back to the story!, we had checked in around early afternoon. I was dying to get to the room, drop my bags off and head straight to the spa. Being a countryside hotel, most of the other guests were slightly “upmarket” and a bit posh, which wasn’t an issue until we had to board the elevator with another couple. The moment she saw me I could tell exactly what she was thinking, mainly from the look of disgust she showed for a split second. I’m fairly used to being judged for being an Asian with a white man, so I just ignored her and waited for the awkwardness to end as I stared at the ceiling.

Of Passionate Sessions…

It’s been years since we met, hardly kept in touch but thoughts always lingered, the explosive times, the pure intensity and passion left a taste so sweet and a thirst thata tough to quench.. we decided to meet, very well knowing it could begin and end only in one way..a night of pure lust and passion and nothing else. The plan was to just meet at home, a few drinks, catch up, talk and remanice the old times and then maybe some…take it slow and steady.. I cleaned up well, dressed best I could, my favourite cologne, perfect shave and poured my self a stiffy, waiting for her arrival.As I stood on my roof, drink in hand, the perfect weather looking for her as I sipped that perfect oaky golden single malt then I see her, walking towards my house, that perfect dress, black and floral prints, just above her knee, unsleeved and her beautiful neck and gorgeous shoulders I’m view, glistening as the street lights shone upon her, her perfect cleavage in view as the light gleams over, just right, not over the top, classy..I can hear her beautiful heels, Crips knocks on tarmac, sure footed as her shapely gorgeous legs are in full view, her perfect toes peeking from her open toed heels, that perfect sheen on her legs, carved yet thick and beautiful in everyway..I called out to her, as she looked up at me, her hair thick and wet and that perfect smile as she waved to me..

Karaoke night led to unexpected new experiences – pt. 1 [MMF mid-20s][voyeur][teasing]

Few social gatherings promote bonding experiences more efficiently than karaoke night. That evening, due to a rare confluence of high self-esteem and busy friends, I decided to venture into the unknown. By unknown, of course, I mean going to my usual karaoke bar, only without my regular group. Do give me a break, I may look like a social butterfly over the next few paragraphs, but my history is mostly one of sullen loneliness – the familiar environment helps me feel at ease. That saturday night, I wore my best pair of pants, a simple t-shirt, and the pièce de résistance: my leather jacket. Not that it is anything out of this world, mind you. It simply fits my torso well, and has that intoxicating actual-leather scent that makes you want to stick your face into it. My shoulder-length metalhead hair was brushed, but not too thoroughly, for that kind of style lives on the appearance of little effort.

[Female receiving Oral] A femdom’s idea of a warmup

Tag: Femdom, male-sub, cunnilingus, soccergirls

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College soccer player, Kaitlyn, met her boyfriend, Wyatt, before class looking decidedly less confident and high-spirited than usual. Having been with the girl for over four years, Wyatt knew immediately something was amidst. Yet with her sometimes brazen attitude he was cautious about asking his dominant yet playful girlfriend what the matter was. His love and worry for her overcame the desire to avoid souring her mood further so he bit the bullet and proceeded. He was immediately rewarded for his bravery with her confession.

Kaitlyn admitted that earlier that day she had enlightened two of her friends from the soccer team about her daily ritual for match days. She went into detail about the arrangement she had with her partner. Recently, she’d been using Wyatt before their soccer games and had discovered how beneficial it was to the way she played. The girls had noticed the change and challenged her about it. Kaitlyn felt she had no choice but to admit that she got her boyfriend to go down on her just before a match. When she went into it, the girl had little restraint. She had gotten caught up in admission of the deviant act – going into details about what the pair got up to. In the process, she had enchanted the two girls who were soon eager to share the experience. There was one thing that got in the way of their pursuit, however, something that they lacked. And that was boyfriends of their own.

David From Biology Sniff My Ass [F]

Sniffing my asshole is one of my favorite- not so common kinks. I prefer to get sniffed outside of my clothes. I came across it unexpectedly back when I was a sophomore in high school. Being a wallflower, going by unnoticed truly. I wasn’t into make-up, more so into sports and dance. Boys barley looked my way, since I was such a tomboy.

At the time my parents owned a restaurant, and starting in 9th grade I started working. I had a routine, after school I’d have to walk straight to the restaurant which was about a mile and a half or so. Turns out a freishman from my biology lived behind the store, I’d see him often. He kinda reminded me of Eminem. White boy that was in between a stoner/gangster vibe. Many times I watched him be a dick to others, a bully almost and for some reason he’d always be nice to me.

I [24M]was seduced by a [21F] Muslim girl from a strict family for some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had [MF]

To preface this was from a few years ago. For context she was slim with about 5’5 with beautiful brown skin, curly hair and large breasts for her frame. I am 6’2, fair skinned and slim with short brown hair and a beard.

We met on bumble and after a bit of flirting she asked me what I wanted and then told me straight up that she wanted me “to fuck” her. I’d never had a someone be so forward on a dating app, and it quickly escalated to her asking me for pictures of my dick and telling me I had a beautiful cock that she wanted to “lick it like an ice cream cone” (a phrase which has stuck with me ever since).

We sexted for a few weeks before deciding to get an Airbnb near her university where we could finally meet in person. I had just started working my first corporate job and was living with my parents while I saved and she was still living in a strict Muslim household so we agreed that I would book an Airbnb and she would tell her parents she was staying with a friend to study for exams together.

The OnlyFans Girl, Part 13 (MFF, Slow Burn, Lots of Tease, Ongoing Story)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*

*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 61-65 are presented here.*

**Chapter 61**

You were still half-spooned with Sabrina as you looked at your phone. You quickly dimmed the screen down to the lowest brightness so you wouldn’t wake her up, and did your best to type one-handed. Auto-correct had to do some work.

***You:** I am. What’s up, you get home OK?*

***Gemma:** Yeah, fine. Just super fucking horny, and sort of confused.*

***Gemma:** I just left you with another girl. Are you in bed with her now?*

***You:** Yes. She’s asleep.*

***Gemma:** You really tired her out. It was super fucking hot.*

***You:** So you enjoyed your live sex show, huh?*