First experience at an adult theater [M].

Hello,

TL:DR AT THE BOTTOM because damn I wound up rambling while high.

This past weekend was a clusterfuck of events stacked on top of each other for me. I’m very much a procrastinator in so many facets of life, some directly impacted that weekend.

Travel plans were a vegas trip. To celebrate a bachelor party that I had been planning for one of my dearest friends. Lots of details came together, I did a damn good job with it too. Everyone else at the party was a vegas local, just me traveling, from New Orleans.

I don’t live in N.O. But it’s the best airport for me to use. I didn’t realize the severity of weather events that would take place until I was waiting for my connection flight in Phoenix (which was delayed two hours).

Got to Vegas at 11pm on a Friday, spent the entirety of Saturday going from event to event. Eating, drinking, vaping. I booked a pretty sweet suite on the strip and we had a couple of girls come entertain. One guy got scammed out of $400 for his attempt at ordering sex workers thru Snapchat (zero sympathy). But another used a legit service successfully. Man of the night got a lot of attention, and my treat was one of them picking a hundred dollar bill off my face with their pussy. Fun night.

[fm][inc] A normal family holiday… Part 1

I’ve always had a good relationship with my family, especially my step-sister. We were so close and always went to each other to share any personal problems or struggles. I’d never looked at her in any kind of sexual way, that was until a family holiday that changed our relationship forever.

We were by the pool when it dawned on me, I knew she was considered attractive, my friends never let me forget that, but I had only ever seen her wearing thick jumpers that are common in the cold north. Now we were in sunny Italy, and I could see why my friends messed with me about her looks as she stood over my sun lounger. She had long light blonde flowing hair that fell just above a thin waistline. Her body was slight but she worked out frequently, resulting in a what would be considered an above average ass, round but not out of proportion. What was out of proportion were her tits, perfectly symmetrical and equally heavy, spilling out the side of her bikini top and swinging side to side as she walked. I suddenly felt ashamed of myself, I knew I couldn’t have these thoughts about my sister but in the moment I forgot as I stared at her sun-kissed skin, glistening with tiny beads of sweat in the glaring sun. I shifted on the sun lounger and realized I was hard, nobody was looking and I adjusted my position and buried my face into my book.

Foreign Exchange – Part 9 (f/f, m/f)

Allison – 41
“Where the hell is he, Allison?”

It’s Michelle this time. I’m getting stuck of hearing that question so I snap back with a little more anger than I intend, “Fuck if I know. He’s not a dog that comes running whenever I whistle.” I should never have agreed to this.

It’s after 8:00 when we hear him pull into the driveway. That exhaust noise is unmistakably him. Alex swaggers in a couple minutes later and drops his bag of gear on the floor before heading straight down to the basement, ignoring us in the living room.

I march down there and find him digging around in the cooler looking for a beer. “You guys drank my beers too?” he asks when he only finds white claws and lemonades.

I don’t have an answer so I go in the offensive. “We’ve been waiting for over an hour for you to get here.”

“What’re you talking about? I told you I was going climbing.”

“The gym closed almost three hours ago. Where have you been? I called six times.”

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 17

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*** ***Bella*** ***

I’ve told these bitches to stop asking me to bring back the fuck-days. Laura understood, she seems to be level-headed enough that I didn’t need to drill it through her skull, but Alana is so fucking persistent.

Laura is actively looking for a boyfriend. She knows that she wants one, she’s gotten a taste of adult sex, but all of the guys she’s met online are either just there for a one night stand, a creep, or are trying to have an affair with their significant other. She likes to develop and emotional connection before actually doing the deed, something Alana and I share with her.

We were having lunch one day and she seems more depressed than normal.

“I can’t seem to find a good man,” she moaned as her face hid behind her hands. “Do you know any?”

“Laura, I don’t really go out and talk to a lot of single men,” I replied, “the guys at the gym are just after my body, and so are the men in the beach or the pool. The only other guy I talk to is Victor, and even then we don’t talk as much. I talk to Raissa more than I talk to him.”

[MF] Having fun with the gf at a party

So awhile back pre-covid, my girlfriend at the time and I were invited to one of her close friend’s birthday party in the city. We were both super excited to go and unwind after a stressful week of school.

The night of the party came, my girl was wearing a cute crop top that showed off her slender frame and perky tits. We arrived early to the party which was hosted in small airbnb condo. As there weren’t that many people there yet the vibes were relaxed and chill, but as the night went on more and more people began to pile into the small space, transforming the intimate gathering into a full fledged house party. There was even a DJ there, playing on the kitchen island. The music and alcohol combined to help everyone loosen up and soon we were all dancing together. I couldn’t help but notice how good everyone looked – many of the women were wearing quite revealing clothing, leaving very little to the imagination. I remember my girlfriend saying that these friends of hers really liked to show off. Suddenly, my girlfriend pulled me away to introduce her to one of her childhood friends. Her friend was much shorter than me, and I leaned in to hug her I had such an amazing view of her large boobs, hardly covered by her top, if you could call it a top. The night had barely started and I was already excited for what might come.

I [M] fucked my sister’s best friend [F]

This is a story that started about six months ago. At the time, I didn’t think I’d be proud of it, but now, I’m pretty fucking proud of it.

At the time I was 27 and single. My sex life has been fairly active the better part of the last decade, but about six months ago it changed rapidly. It had been something like a month since my last sexual encounter. That had been in January.

One day in February, my sister – Brittany – invited me to her apartment for a game night with some friends. We’re fraternal twins, so we grew up fairly close and shared a lot of the same friends. I don’t remember what the game was that particular night. We’d played several times before, usually with a fairly consistent group.

On this particular occasion, Brittany’s roommate, Kelsey, had joined us. Unlike the rest of the group, we didn’t grow up with Kelsey. She and my sister had met in college but became fast friends. Honestly, I’d always had an eye for her, but at the time we lived in different cities and I never thought much of it.

The boy next door [M]21 puts me [F]47 in my place, on his cock

So, there I was, in my neighbor’s backyard, waiting for him to come unlock the backdoor for me. I had done what he asked, I put on a nice set of lingerie I had gotten from my husband, along with some stiletto heels (not fun to walk in on grass either), and a trench coat. I even did my makeup nice, put a bit more eyeliner than usual, but he asked for it. I also brought the pair of panties he ripped off of me the day before and stuffed me with after he edged me multiple times. Finally, for some ungodly reason, I also refrained from masturbating between when he left and now, which, I mean, he wouldn’t have known, he couldn’t know for sure if I did or didn’t, but for some fucking reason I did (I did have a very good dream about him and some friends turning me into a free-use frat house slut, god I miss college). His text said 8, but at around 8:15 I was starting to think he was just fucking with me (instead of just fucking me), so I pulled out my phone to text him, but before I hit send he appeared on the other side of the sliding door, wearing nothing but a smile.

PARKING LOT RAGE QUIT MASTURBATION [F]

PARKING LOT RAGE QUIT MASTURBATION

Elizabeth hurried into her car, slammed the driver’s door closed, and immediately gripped the steering wheel with a towel-wringing strength, twisting and pulling the faux-leather wrap.

Or, as she imagined them: strangling the last two awful hours at work.

She relaxed her grip, taking several shallow breaths to regain her composure, and pressed her head back into the headrest.

She glanced at the rear view mirror, saw the blue and green neon lights of the Day N’ Nite Grocery sign behind her in the parking lot.

“Fuuuuuck that place,” she muttered, tensing back up and stomping her feet, hands back on the steering wheel in a violent grip.

It was five o’clock. Shoppers pushed shopping carts in and out, a perpetual motion machine, and the parking lot was a constant come-and-go.

She had parked at the far end of the lot in the spots facing the road that employees were allowed to park in. A little less come-and-go here. A stray shopping cart was beside her, driver’s side. She had given it a kick before unlocking her car. On the passenger side was Max’s car, a banged up red Camry that made her boxy Volvo look like a Cadillac. A handful of other cars were parked along this strip, but she only knew of a few co-workers that drove to work.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 56-58) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 56: Refresh Cooldown (18+)

Beatrice reunited with Olivia’s lips, leaning forward when a sudden electrifying shock made them both moan and tremble. Because of her sheer size, Beatrice ended up pressing her breasts against Olivia’s, and their nipples touched. Beatrice never experienced something like this. Though she touched the nipples of her new female breasts plenty of times already, pressing them against the nipples of another girl felt completely different. And much more arousing.

Beatrice slid her hand to Olivia’s breast to find out how she felt. At the same time, she noticed Olivia’s hands ignore her giant tits outright, and instead slide toward a body part, that girls usually didn’t have.

“You really liked my gift that much, huh?” Beatrice whispered in Olivia’s ear.

Olivia nodded.

[F] My lesbian orgy

For those who read my story on my first gloryhole experience, this is sort of a continuation of my adventures with that particular sorority. For those who didn’t, let me explain. When I first came to University, I had a friend who went to this college immediately after high school while I took a gap year. So, by the time I became a freshman at this school, she was a sophomore who already had established herself in Greek life and as a member of this sorority. I had some good times with her and her house sisters, but this particular event is somewhere near the top of my list.

This takes place about a year after that wonderful Rush Week incident I’ve detailed before. I was a sophomore and my friend was a junior at this time and my school was right in the middle of a stretch of home football games. For us, this meant a wild ride of getting fucking destroyed (by both alcohol and dick) every weekend and then trying to maintain some normality during the actual school week. By the time our team actually had an away game, we were ready for just a simple week of quiet TV watching and relaxing. I hadn’t really built a friend group by myself at this point, and a large portion of my friends were rooted within this sorority. So anytime there was football to watch on the weekend, I was at this sorority house with those friends I had built up through our mutual connection of my original friend.