Tag: Straight

The time a guy recognized me from Reddit and I convinced him to fuck me raw [fm]

I was a fresh 24 yo at the time. I matched with this cute British guy on Bumble who was in town for a few days to visit his brother. He was staying on an airbnb and after talking for a couple of days I went to see him. I wish I could remember what I was wearing that day.

Anyway. I get to his airbnb and he’s this really nice sweet skinny hot guy. We drink some beers on the couch and chat up a bit, he says he has to ask me a question. Sure, I answered. “Um, do you use Reddit?”. Holy shit. I knew immediately. Back then I didn’t use to post my face on my nudes, so I always thought what are the odds of getting recognized? He said he saw my dirtyr4r post and actually send me a message, but I probably lost it among many others. My face turned red and I got so embarrassed. He apologized for not mentioning it sooner, and after I pulled myself together I got really turned on. He was a follower, that meant he probably liked me. More than liked. Maybe he even fantasized about this whole situation. I suddenly felt in control. Read more »

Growth [MF] pt 1

I used to be small. My cock was barely four and a half inches, straight forward just enough for a hand to wrap around. I always thought it would grow on its own and when that didn’t happen I tried every “solution” I found on the internet. Magic pills, Jelking, weights, pumps. None of it works. My dick was the same length it always was my whole life. I had about given up and resigned myself to being below average. To make up for it I built up my outward appearance. I hit the gym 5 times a week for atleast 2 hours a day. Weights, intense cardio and of course I meticulously tracked what I ate. I took great care of my hygiene and hair. In all ways I was an adonis. Except for my fucking cock.

I was good with the ladies. I made sure I always treated them well. Of course they were a person first and an attractive woman second. I’m a feminist. But even when we were in the middle of things getting hot and heavy my cock could stop her in her tracks. They could take one look and all of the sudden it’s let’s take things slow. Michelle was naked on all fours ready to suck when she said it. I needed to fix this issue. No longer would my own cock get in the way of me and a sweet cunt. Read more »

[MFF] I’m (37M) dating two straight girls (20F/20F) and I’m having them play with each other

They’re already close friends, which is why I chose them—in my experience a threesome with two straight girls who know and trust each other is a lot more interesting than two bi girls who’ve never met.

Of course, their youth is key, because their sexuality is still developing and they’re open to new things. And a lot of the fun is watching their mixture of confusion and arousal, they’re almost a little dazed, trying to wrap their heads around the fact that they’re making out with, groping, licking, and eventually eating out another girl.

We’ve had three sessions and they’re finally getting the hang of it. It’s getting more fun in certain ways but damn breaking them in was a treat.

Bad Luck Cleo [Tags in story] Chapter 2

*TW: This series follows a female character who is tortured mentally, emotionally, and physically. No one she comes across will have her best intentions in mind. Discretion is Advised.*

*Tags for this Chapter: [Recorded][Bj][Forced BJ][Rough hitting][Throat Distention][Air restriction]*

**Bad Luck Cleo**

Chapter 2: The First Payment

Cleo finally gathered herself from her desk, slipping her shirt back on and throwing her bra into her satchel. She stood at her office door, took a deep breath, and made her way out of the building and into her car.

First thing, she found herself pulling into a store. The deal was already struck and Dale had shown a mean streak. Best not make it worse by denying his requests. She purchased twin bottles of vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner, managed a slightly friendly smile to the cashier, and drove home.

It was Friday night. She originally had plans to meet up with her friend Holly, but had text her to cancel, feigning a stomach pain after a long day of bad news. Holly was her normal cheery self, texting back wishes of a speedy recovery and hopes to reschedule. Read more »

Mara, at Death’s Doorstep [M/F]

Marasillia pah d’Entalis had been scouting the hideout for a tenday before she decided to act. A single brute guarded the door that had seen no fewer than five of the city’s most-wanted felons come and go. Claiming any one of their heads would have paid her expenses for a full year, but doing so certainly would have spooked the rest and sent them to ground.

No, she wanted them all at once. She had to be patient, but ready.

There. The guard rotated out–one thug for another outside a nondescript, back-alley door. She’d never risked being close enough to hear them talk, so she’d given them names in her head to help keep them straight. Ludo, Spot, Cornelius, Porgy. This one–Goldy–was a hulking beast of a dragonborn, seemingly far more dragon than man. He took up his position near the door and leaned back, folding arms that were each as thick around as Mara’s waist. The next shift wouldn’t be out for three hours, down to the minute. That was her window of opportunity, and she’d be damned to Avernus if she squandered it now. Read more »

Shane and Noah: Part 1 A dear friend of mine who’s gay liked the way I write and asked if I would consider writing gay erotica, so I decided to give it a try for him! Got two stories… Link to Part 2 will be at the end once I post it! :)

*Bzz Bzz*

Noah sighed and lazily let his hand slip out from under his blanket and lifted his phone, blinking slowly to help his eyes adjust to the much too bright light.

*OMW. Gonna stop for some pizza. Should be there in half an hour*

Noah started and rolled out of bed. Panicked, he glanced around at his messy room. His panic increased significantly when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. His mousy brown hair was unruly and falling into his blue eyes, he was still wearing the old stained t-shirt and sweatpants he wore last night. He stumbled around the room, making his bed, grabbing and tossing all the clothes strewn on the floor into the closet, pausing only to grab a fresh shirt and a nice pair of jeans and a clean pair of boxers before rushing into the bathroom.

Almost as soon as he stepped out of the shower, there was a knock on the door. He glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes. Surely he couldn’t be here so soon? He *was* stopping for pizza. Feeling less anxious, he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. He regretted it immediately. Read more »

Sophie’s Secrets #2 – He reads her journal and her deepest desires (Mf, foreplay, kissing, dirty talk, handjob)

**3. The Request.**

*Sophie’s Journal Entries*

Monday, July 27, 2015

You asked me what I wanted, what I expected. Mark Baker, the only thing I’ve ever wanted is you, and I expect you to come as you are.

And I know you know that, and I think you’re afraid of giving yourself to me completely. I know you think you’re not good enough for me. You’ve always felt like that. You’ve said it out loud. It makes me sad because I don’t think you know just how awesome you are. Don’t worry, I made you a promise. One day, you’ll believe me when I tell you that you’re wonderful. And I can’t wait to love you so hard you have no choice but to believe it.

But, you asked me to do this. So I’m going to do it for you, so that you’ll believe me.

I know you’re afraid of hurting me. I know you think that when we have sex, I’ll be reminded of all the bad things that have happened to me. But I won’t. I know I won’t. For two reasons. Read more »

Sophie’s Secrets #2 – He reads her journal and her deepest desires (Mf, foreplay, kissing, dirty talk, handjob)

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**3. The Request.**

*Sophie’s Journal Entries*

Monday, July 27, 2015

You asked me what I wanted, what I expected. Mark Baker, the only thing I’ve ever wanted is you, and I expect you to come as you are.

And I know you know that, and I think you’re afraid of giving yourself to me completely. I know you think you’re not good enough for me. You’ve always felt like that. You’ve said it out loud. It makes me sad because I don’t think you know just how awesome you are. Don’t worry, I made you a promise. One day, you’ll believe me when I tell you that you’re wonderful. And I can’t wait to love you so hard you have no choice but to believe it.

But, you asked me to do this. So I’m going to do it for you, so that you’ll believe me.

I know you’re afraid of hurting me. I know you think that when we have sex, I’ll be reminded of all the bad things that have happened to me. But I won’t. I know I won’t. For two reasons. Read more »

My first time in Canada [MF]

When I was around 23 or 24 I met Cailey. She was a year or so younger than me. She was a short petite dirty blonde girl. She had these big expressive eyes that almost seemed too big for her face but they worked. She wasn’t the typical “hot” but she was very pretty and her fearures all complimented each other. She was tiny maybe 5 foot 2 but her body was pretty low-key perfect. Nothing too big or too small, all squeezable, but you can get a firm grip on. And she had tattoos and some of the sexiest places, her forearm, the back of her neck and on her hip bone right next to her pelvis. She had this birthmark, a little freckle looking dot right on one of her lips. I called it her tickle button. Read more »