“I don’t think you’re straight, Viola” [FF]

*I haven’t been able to post about M since she started reading my blog. I have many in drafts, but keep getting stuck. I thought going back to the beginning would help…*

Alright, maybe a part of me always knew I wasn’t straight. I spent a lot of time justifying things when I was younger.

*Don’t all girls watch girl-on-girl porn? Who among us doesn’t make out with their friends when they’re drunk? We’ve all masturbated next to our female friend while watching porn and then make out, right?*

If I’m being honest, I had even fooled around with a couple of girls. I just still thought of myself as straight.

Until her.

I talk about M like she was a wildcard. She was, but she was fucking smart too. I studied my ass off and she kept up with me in our honors program without even trying. I liked her immediately and we hung out a lot because our classes overlapped, but she was the first woman I knew who was openly gay and not ashamed of it.

My wife’s sister was not as innocent as she looked. [MF]

My wife, Prisha, comes from a very conservative Indian subculture, but she is nothing like the rest of her family. She is the hungriest, horniest woman I have ever encountered. Her curvy brown body is always ready for adventure in the bedroom and beyond.

My wife’s little sister, Nadia, on the other hand, is a more complicated case. Ever since I met her, she has identified as a lesbian, and she was even caught by Prisha in their parent’s house making out with one of her classmates. But that is as far as her promiscuousness went, or so we thought.

In mid-July, Prisha and I had decided to take a week-long break from work and book a room at a luxury resort in Cancun. The room we chose was facing the beach and had its own private pool in the balcony. It was the perfect place to re-spark our sexual desires, and we both looked forward to it with eagerness. The week before departing, however, Prisha came to me bearing bad news: Somehow, someway, Nadia had convinced her sister to come with us, informing me only at the last minute. Prisha and I worked grueling shifts, and this was supposed to be our chance to relax and enjoy each other’s presence.

[MF] Asking my best friend to help me try out bondage [Slow Burn][CNC/Dubcon][Bondage]

Me (female, 26) and Anthony (also 26) had always had a pretty special friendship. We had met on the first week of highschool, and my first impression of him was that he was kinda weird. I had always been a calmer person who observed other people a lot, and didn’t have a lot of buddies. Instead, I only really hung out with a handful of people, but these were really good, close friends.

As a shy, tomboyish girl I didn’t dare to speak to anyone at the beginning. I finally mustered up the courage to talk to Anthony, after I noticed that he seemed to really have taken a liking to another girl in the class. He was ashamed that I had noticed, but I instantly assured him that he should talk to her, and in the end he was lucky enough and she ended up being his first girlfriend. From that day on, we had been super close friends who shared most, if not everything from our personal lives.

[FF] My first girl/girl experience came from me accidentally “upshorting” one of my best friends.

Apparently i wasn’t paying much attention but I had these super loose shorts on that would give a great view depending on how I sat. We’ve been friends for years, don’t really have much shame around each other, sharing stories, etc. She’s a 5’5 brunette with B’s and a cute body.

We were hanging out in her living room casually talking on the couch, and as I was painting my toes I kept noticing she was glancing between my legs. For a while I thought she was just looking at me painting my toes until I realized she had a look on her face. She had very prominent pokies in a white tshirt at the same time. I glanced down and realized the angle we both sat in, combined with my loose lounge shorts, she could see my entirely shaved kitty. I looked up at her and she glanced away like she wasn’t, so we both carried on while she started talking about this guy she’s hooking up with.

[MM] Departing coworker going away present

For context: Mark and I are both straight presenting, married men with children and no desire to change our situations.

We worked together for 15 years and became pretty good friends. We’d get lunch, go for beers on work trips, wives know each other, the whole deal. He decided to leave our company for a better opportunity, more money, the whole deal.

I told him we needed to go to lunch one last time on his last day. Plan was made. We decided I’d drive so he could have a beer or two. He wanted to stop by his house to get something before lunch. No issue. Let’s stop.

We go in and he disappears upstairs and says he will be right back. A few minutes later he texts me to come up because he needs help looking for something. Weird, but OK. So I start helping him search in his closet. We end up closer. Arms touch some. Legs touch. I look over at him and he smiles. Then I hear “I don’t know how to tell you this but it’s my last day and we might not see each other again, so what the Hell. I’m in love with you and have been for a while.”

[M/F] The Wager [Part 3] [BDSM] [Chastity] [18]

“My boy, maybe I should have been clearer in my intentions.
You are to wear this cage until I decide to remove it.
Now since you are new to all of this, I will see you tomorrow at three pm.
So be here tomorrow, and we will talk about what is going to be expected of you from here on out, is that understood?
Now get dressed, and ready for the rest of your day.”

Once dressed, I was ushered out of the penthouse, and into the elevator.
As the door closed, Mistress blew me a kiss, and a wink.
Standing in the elevator, everything that had happened in the last few hours, began running through my tiny brain.
First off, I accepted an invitation from a beautiful woman to join her at her place.
When I saw her play room, I blindly went along with what was going to happen to me.
OK, the fact that I am a horny boy, and if you told me the only way I was going to get laid that night was to wear a pair of pork chop panties, while trying to sandpaper a grizzly bears ass, I would have done it.

My [NB] First Time With a Guy [M] and He Asked For Anal

I was starting my first relationship with a guy and we were ready to jump into bed. We’re on the same college campus, and we go back to his room as soon as possible that evening. The lights are low. We press together. I’m all over him. He’s a good few years older than me and pretty, with whatever the 24-year-old version of a dad bod is. He’s bi, and has plenty of experience with girls and guys. I love that. I’m nervous, but so ready to get fucked. He breaks off as I’m kissing down his collar, and asks, ‘Would it be ok if we did anal?’.

So. I had no interest in anal at all. I figured it would probably hurt. I’d had my hands on his penis before and while I’d learn it wasn’t especially big, it *was* sort of imposing at the time… So naturally I flash him a huge smile, look him dead in the eyes, and say, ‘Of course, anything you want!’.

My Husband and I [FM] Hooked up with a younger couple we picked up in a hotel bar. [FMFM]

We booked a romantic weekend away for just the two of us, 5 star with no kids, Spa treatments, fancy dinners and even a haphazard attempt at golf. But I’m sure no one wants to read about me spending my afternoon rummaging for balls in the rough.

The first night was our typical romantic weekend away routine, wine and dine, then retire to our room and share a nice candlelight bath with some intense love making. Your typical married for years, bodies become one, slow, sensual love making, nothing worthy of be called ‘gonewild’. But still amazing sex full of love, the second night on the other hand was the polar opposite.

Having spent most of the afternoon teasing and failing to get hubby to indulge in some risky public behaviour in and around the hotel grounds, I was sexually frustrated to say the least. A quickie back in our room before dinner satisfied me temporarily, but alas I needed more, I needed a thrill, something new and exciting. Hubby could sense this too and throughout dinner we brainstormed ideas, many pure fantasy or unattainable but one stood out and we agreed to play it out and see if it would work.

Men lose their shit when I’m in a suit [FM]

Idk man, I’ve been unpacking this for years.

Part of this I suspect is simply the novelty of ME in a suit. I fit squarely into bisexual stereotypes in that I’m generally in ripped jeans and a band tee. Hoodies are my best friend and I want to be buried in sneakers. I’ll get dressed up if we’re going out, but I am not a casually cute human when it comes to clothing. I’m a bit grunge.

All that is to say, when I’m in work clothes, I’m simply more dressed up than my partners are accustomed to. That’s usually when I do my full hair and make up, put on heels… and wear a damn form/fitting suit.

My first adult internship was this summer job I got overseas. We were in a country where I generally had to wear very, very conservative clothes that covered my arms and were loose fitting. I met a dude who fucked me silly for those few months. The first time I came out in a pencil skirt and button down shirt, he lost his shit.

Best friend’s Dad [23f/40m] [Short story/to the point] [CNC] [Younger/Older] [Forceful Fuck]

Am I seriously doing this, I thought to myself as I stood in my best friend’s lounge room. She was out and only her Dad was home. He let me in the house then went to the kitchen. Is it really happening?

My heart was beating hard and fast. I’ve been flirting with him for a while now. A little wink here, a lip bite there. Last time I lifted my skirt up and showed him my underwear as I walked out of the room. I loved when his eyes lingered on me. I may be on the bigger size, but I’m the most gorgeous plus size out there. I can keep you warm at night.

I walked over to the lounge and sat down. I pulled my skirt up so that it was resting high up my thighs. I then crossed my legs and waited. I didn’t have to wait for long as he came back with a can of Coke for each of us. As he reached out to hand it to me, his eyes dropped to my legs. He stumbled on his words, telling me everyone has gone out and won’t be back for a few hours.
‘I know’ I said.
‘Why did you come here if you already knew?’ He questioned, still standing infront of me.
‘She said you felt sick and stayed home. I knew you would be alone’, I replied moving one hand up to my chest.