[25M] – I had sex with another man for the first time last night (I thought I was Straight) – My Long Story and Experience.

Hoping this is the right place to post and open up about my experience?

*Lets set the scene + some context*

I’ve recently broken up with my girlfriend. After a string of semi-serious/serious relationships, I was a little lost. Part of me wanted to get “straight back out there” and have a few more flings with women, but a niggling part of me wasn’t satisfied with the rinse-repeat method I’d been doing.

Now a little about me. I’ve ALWAYS dated and had sex with women. I’ve somewhat convinced myself I’m straight, and to this day I still believe I am, thought I’m probably going to have to soon accept I’m bi-sexual (but labels aren’t my biggest concern right now). I’ve always been curious about having sex with another man. Now what I mean by that is being fucked by another man. I’ve never really wanted to fuck another man (me being top) on the basis that if I wanted that, I’d rather fuck a women (strange I know). Now this thought of getting fucked by another man is a thought I’ve never been able to get out of my head. Its never been at the forefront of something I wanted to try, but its been a thought nonetheless.

I [F] created an account to tell a r/gonewildstories poster [M] how hot his story was, and ended up getting laid out of it

And also getting a pretty good yoga class and some tantric sex out of it too…
I tried to comment, but my account was less than a day old and it got deleted. So I tried to message/chat him, but that didn’t work for the same reason I guess. After a day, I told him ‘Hey your wedding story was amazing, I wish there were more men in D.C. like you’. And he said
Once I started looking through his profile, I realized we had a lot of fantasies in common. I told him that, and that I didn’t know which one I wanted. A sexy yoga class sounded fun, but so did a massage, and so did general bdsm-y stuff. He suggested that we get drinks to see if we click, and take things from there.
I was super nervous at first, but as he promised, we didn’t talk about sex immediately. He talked about the wedding he had just been to, his trip to new york, his halloween plans. He has a very calming energy about him, something that put me at ease really quickly. Byt the second drink, I was feeling very comfortable and alot less nervous.
There was a pause in our conversation and we loooked at each other, and I was about to change the subject to something more flirty, but he beat me to it. He didn’t beat around the bush though, he just had me restate my kinks, what I was looking for, that kind of thing. It was really refreshing talking about sex like that. So openly, non chalantly, etc. Like its not some taboo thing we should ignore until we’re having it.
And so we discussed what we had messaged about, how i liked the idea of something halfway between a sexy yoga class and a massage, and generally letting him take control. It was hard to describe exactly what i wanted, but he just had me tell him what i liked and what i didn’t like, and said he would take care of the rest. And ultimately that is what i wanted, a chance to just divest control to him.
I asked him about the yoga thing and if it was tantric sex, and he said not quite, but that it did involve some breathing techniques used in tantra. But that otherwise it was a normal yoga class, just with extra hands-on assistance because he’s a pervert– his words, not mine lol.
By the end of that conversation, I was feeling pretty turned on, and agreed to go to his house. Maybe a little too quickly, but he knew i was excited.
He laid out his yoga mat and a few blocks for me and got us a couple more drinks. When I took off my outer layer so i was just in my yoga clothes, I could feel his eyes on me, and it made me a little nervous, but also very turned on. I felt exposed, but in a way that made me feel sexy.
He had me close my eyes first and try to relax. A tough task, but he led me in some breathing exercises and it actually did help. As he said he would, he didn’t waist any time putting his hands on me. It was just my shoulders and neck at first while we breathed together. Then he had me lie down while he put on some soft music. Not enya or anything lol, just random slow vibey kinda songs.
I actually got into the ‘class’, following his soft, deep voice and stretching out and twisting. Then I got into cat/cow pose on my hands and knees. He circled me and i knew he was looking at my ass. It gave me such a thrill. I remember being glad I was wearing black pants because i was worried about getting wet… but he probbably would have enjoyed that :P
I actually wondered if he was really a yoga instructor or if it was just flirting, but it seemed like an actual class with real adjustments and guidance. It was kinda kinky to follow instructions like that, that were not inherently sexual, even though they kinda were just because of the situation. Idk if that makes sense, but it’s like sometimes i like following orders in general, not just ones directly about genitals and stuff. And this was scratching that itch, but it was also a regular-ish yoga class. But with more handsy-ness. On my waist, my legs, my ass. I felt his pelvis against me and i definitely lost my balance once or twice because of him, but mostly because it’s really difficult to feel someone’s boner and not get distracted lol.
After maybe a half hour, the class started to wind down and the poses weren’t as difficult or energetic. For the next t20 minutes or so, we focused on breathing and more restorative poses, and his hands got a little more bold. On my breasts, my inner thighs. I loved it, but it was supr hard trying to keep a straight face. 
He guided me all the way through shivasana, and let me sit there for what felt like forever, but was probably only a few minutes. Then he told me to turn over onto my stomach. And then he started massaging me. And jesus, it was like a switch flipped. I was so turned on and so relaxed, it was such a weird combination. I guess endorphins from the workout, plus dopamine or whatever from being turned on? Whatever it was, I was into it.
I was trying not to moan too loudly because he had roommates and wooden floors, but his hands felt so good. And they weren’t being that coy anymore. He was really into my ass like he said he was, and focused a lot of attention there and between my legs. I could feel how wet i was, and i think he could too because he started focusing on it. But as soon as i started moaning, he pulled away and began teasing me again.
But not just with his fingers, with his voice too. About how good i was for him and how proud he was that i followed his instructions for an entire class. But that i wasn’t allowed to cum yet. He had me turn around and lie on my back, and take off my sports bra. I didn’t even think about it, I got it off as soon as i could. I was looking up at him while he played with my tits and I could see the boner in his shorts. I knew he would tell me no when i reached for it, but i just loved hearing him say it so firmly. 
He told me to close my eyes and resume the breathing we did earlier. Five count inhaling through the nose, and then another five count exhaling through the mouth. But this time he was rubbing me through my yoga pants, and had a hand loose around  my throat… Ladies, this shit was spiritual. I was breathing along with his direction and he was sayingstuff about how i should relax and feel the pleasure radiate from my pussy and down my legs and through my core. He told me how my diaphragm would channel that energy throughout the rest of my body, and how i should just focus on the sensation of his fingers between my legs. I was like trembling at this point, and he asked if I wanted to come. 
Without interrupting my breathing, I just nodded, and he didn’t respond. I was squirming a lot more trying to hold it, and then just as i started inhaling, he told me i could come on my next exhale. And as soon as i opened my mouth to breath out, i started moaning super loud and i felt what he was describing, how the orgasm started on my clit and vibrated throughout my body. I was practically seeing stars and lost track of my breathing, but his hand kept going and the waves just kept on rolling over me repeatedly. Just as I was about to push his hand away, he stopped, but instead of taking his hand away, he just rested it flat against my crotch for a while.
I realized how warm I felt, how much wetter i was, and i just started laughing. Like, hysterically. It wasn’t like anythign was funny, it was just overwhelming, the whole situation. Ugh fuck it was so hot. I’m gonna stop here because this is long as hell, and this was the part i really wanted to write about anyway and try to commit the details to memory. Our night didn’t end there though, so maybe i’ll write a part 2. For now, i’m definitely gonna get out my vibrator and reminisce.

I (f20, str8) have always had a big butt (Part 1)

Boys have just always liked it. For as long as I can remember. And I don’t fucking get it. I just don’t understand the attraction. It’s literally just fat on my glutes; it’s not magical, there’s no fancy spell cast that makes guys entranced by it. It’s just meat.

But for some reason, guys are attracted to girls’ butts. I see a butt, I feel no attraction whatsoever, it’s just like looking at an arm or a hand. But for guys, there is a natural attraction to women‘a butts; I guess I’ll just never understand it.

Since I was in late elementary school, ever since I hit puberty, my butt has carried most of my fat. It’s just my genetics I guess; my mom said she had a sizable butt when she was younger and that she used to be proud of it. I remember in 4th grade when I hit puberty my butt like exploded in size. It was like all the fat that was in my belly and sides just moved to my butt. Of course I was still small, I wasn’t even in middle school yet.

Football Buddy: Part Two (Part Two of Two) [MFFF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Harem] [Masturbation] [Sexting]

That night I sat and watched some movies. Then I got online to check some of the stats from around the league. I did not even look at my messenger until I was finished with all my searches. I opened it, but Brittany was not online, which was good. I messaged Marshall.

‘What were the names of those models?’ I asked. I waited for a reply.

‘Sarah Nicola Randall, and Karla James,’ Marshall replied quickly. ‘You can guess which is which,’ Marshall typed with a smiley face.

I looked them both up. Neither of them lived on this continent. They had done some model work over here, but both were on the other side of the pond.

“Idiots,” I said, thinking of the people that thought Sandy and Kathy were these two models.

Both were very busty, much bigger than Brittany, who until now I thought was as big as a woman could get naturally. I was dead wrong looking at these two. I hadn’t looked at Sandy’s or Kathy’s chest to see how big they were. They both were very attractive.

Football Buddy: Part Two (Part One of Two) [MFFF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Harem] [Sexting] [Masturbation]

My relationship with Brittany was doomed from the start. Yeah, the sex was out of this world, but we were from different worlds, she was pure country, and I was a city boy. Eventually, it had to come to an end. However, we had a good three months. She had moved out of her apartment and into mine. We couldn’t stop ourselves on most nights.

The sex was incredible even on the last day we spent together. I took her to the airport when we got down to the security. She gave me a look. I knew that look from any other look she had. Instantly she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me across the lobby. I knew she was not scared to have sex in public after she rode me hard and loud in the movie theatre on a premiere night.

We went into the men’s bathroom, where she pushed me into the accessible stall. She locked it behind her and started to unbuckle my belt. My pants fell to the floor. I hiked up her jean skirt and entered her from behind. She was soaking wet like usual. I fucked her hard and fast.

Consummation with a Chimera [M/F, human x chimera non-anthro monster, oral, vaginal, masturbation, light female led / femdom, exhibitionism, first time together, love/relationships, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A vilgilante and a chimera come together in passion, consummating their unconventional relationship…

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Richard, more colloquially going by “Rick”, paused at the end of the docks connecting with the land once more, seawater prickling in the back of his throat as if he had been drowned in it. It had been a long night already for him, the detective (“vigilante” was a word also used to describe him) having already brought a gang to rights again, down at the docks.

Well, there was nothing right about it, even as Rick stood with his hands in his pockets, lean and athletic, Caucasian but with shocking red-amber eyes that made others keep their distance from him. The claws at his fingers rather than fingernails further set him apart, though it was something that he had learned to accept, somewhat, over time. It was not all that unusual in his life for him to be alone, his long, black hair tied back, though Rick’s features were not as gaunt as they had been before he’d met Rêver.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 28

*** ***Chris*** ***

Alana’s apartment isn’t in the… safest of place. I’m told that they used to live in a better neighborhood, but when her mother died and the family income was cut by 50%, her father tried his best to stay in their old home. Eventually they had to relocate here when she was 12 years old.

I mean, it’s not a horrible place to live at but… I felt off standing here. Alana hurriedly took us inside where her father is preparing lunch.

“Papa! I told you that I’m cooking lunch! How many times did I fuckin’ tell you!”

“*Mija*, I told YOU that I’m preparing lunch! This is MY fucking kitchen, don’t be a bitch and come here and tell me what to do!”

“*Grrr* Papa, you asshole! Fine, cook lunch then!” She snarled at her father, but then she gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheeks. “I missed you papa, how have you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been ok. Carlotta has been visiting a lot lately since you haven’t been home.”

Throat fuck

“I love when you wear my clothes,” Dean sighed, hanging his keys up as he walked in the door.

“I think you’ll love what else I have on even more,” his wife, Anna, purred. She helped him take his coat off before leading him to the couch to sit him down. She pushed his feet apart, standing between his legs to unbutton his shirt, feeling his thighs move against her as he kicked his boots off, then shouldered off his shirt with some assistance. “I missed you,” Anna groaned into his neck, kissing softly down to his collarbone.

“Enough of that,” Dean says. He grabs Anna by one shoulder, pushing her down until she takes to her knees between his feet. “You know where I want your mouth.” She quickly opens his belt and his pants, hungrily grabbing for his cock. He puts his hand over hers before she is able to guide him into her mouth. “Not so fast baby girl,” he says, “open.”

The Rap God [M/F] (Incest, Parody, Celebrity, Shower)

Marco was a new security guard working for the famous rapper Eminem. His cousin worked in the company’s offices and was able to get him the job. On his third week of work, Marshall took his 2 bodyguards and chauffeur to a club. It was Marco’s first time at a club, ever, and he was partying with his favorite rappers growing up. When they got inside, Marshall spoke into their ears that everyone was patted down at the entrance, meaning they had nothing to worry about and could relax.

An audience wasted no time forming around all the rappers. The club’s seats tables were arranged in clover shapes, and they had taken over an entire one for themselves. Expensive bottles and beautiful women started flying everywhere. Someone finally handed Marco a bottle and he poured whatever it was into his glass. A skinny Asian and black girl came up to Marco as he drank.

“Hey!” Shouted the Asian girl. She was shorter than Marco and her shirt exposed the middle of her breasts and stomach, all the way down to her jeans. The jeans were ripped around the thighs, and although she was skinny, they still looked too small on her. “Eminem sent us. He said you looked scared, like everything costs something. I’m Kaya.”