How I 26[M] continue to sleep with the girl I used to tutor [F]

First off, When I wrote down what transpired between Maria and I, I was not expecting such a large response. I’m glad so many people enjoyed reading it, here’s hoping you enjoy the most recent update in what is now I guess becoming a saga in my life.

Maria and I parted ways that night, as I came off of the high and euphoria of the situation, I didn’t have any regrets. The situation may be a little odd, but we were both consenting adults, nothing bad happened, and God Damn did I enjoy it. Maria and I already had each others number in the week that followed we began texting. Mostly catching up on what exactly was going on in each others lives, what was going on with her in college and obviously what happened the other night.

Maria is the type of girl that just says what she wants, at least according to her. In the middle of a conversation we were having she sent me “So, the other night is going to happen again.” Not a question more of an order than anything, and I’m a sucker for a girl that takes charge and I was clearly all about it. As we dove deeper into conversation, she also pointed out “And don’t worry Mr. C, this can just be our little secret for now.” Which drove me wild. Like I said, there’s the slightest hint of taboo, that sealed the deal for me.

The Amazonians, Part II (Chs. 1-3) (Futa) (Adventure)

Chapter 1

Anka paces back and forth, as if I’m not in the same confined space as her. She looks pained, anguished, like she’s been up all night running possibilities through her head.

I weigh my own options in my head. I decide it may be best for me to speak first. “Anka, look,” I start.

“Shht” she says through pursed lips. She holds her hand out and pinches, as if to shut me up. “You are not supposed to know,” she says, suddenly sounding much more familiar with English.

Her hands connect behind her back as she paces. “You should not have gone to that waterfall,” she says, speaking more to herself than to me.

I’m beginning to feel suspicious of her intentions. And annoyed that she’s been able to speak English all this time. “Wait…what.”

“Shht” she interrupts again. She sighs deeply and finally looks me in the eye. “You were not supposed to know about our… abilities.”

“Right. It’s fine, really,” I assure her, speaking rapidly. “I promise I won’t say anything to…”

Mom Catches Son Fucking her Best Friend – [MF][M/s][inc][incest][mom son][mommy][good boy][seduction]

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It was Monica’s birthday today and she was more than excited. It was late Saturday morning and the sun was shining, proving it was going to be a great day. She got out of bed after sleeping naked, then opened her blinds and curtains to let the natural light pour in through the window.

As she prepped herself in the mirror, she caressed her body. She squeezed her large boobs and ran her hands over her hard nipples – she woke up horny and was looking forward to hooking up with one of her old college friends. She put on her red silky dressing gown and checked the time to see how much time she had before the party.

She heard some noise coming from the kitchen. Her son and daughter were preparing some finger food for later. She brushed her jet-black hair with her hands quickly and went downstairs to greet them a good morning.

Fun weekend [MF] with Friends [M] [F] part 2

This is the continuation to my first post. I’m not sure how to link to it.

If you didn’t read it, here is a quick recap…

My GF (35) and I (39) had friends Jen (F-35) and John (M-35) in town for a weekend visit. All the fun stuff happened on Sunday with us hanging out by the pool, and the girls FaceTiming us while they were topless. Jen told my GF that John was really good at eating pussy. John told me that Jen was a really good fuck. This led to my GF telling me she wanted to find out and I said it was ok with me as long as I could watch. GF and I were in the pool naked, John was napping on the couch, Jen was asleep in the bed. So my GF wraps a towel around her and we walk inside..

Had a dream my [M] straight best friend [F] that I think of like a sister helped me cross dress,then laid me over her knee and spanked my gay twink ass till it was red

Background: I’m a 19 male, I have a female best friend, let’s call her A, I’ve known her for 4 years. She’s one of the first people I came out to as gay,and was fully accepting of it. We still keep in touch although school ended. I’ve told her almost everything about me, sharing my cross dressing fantasties,as well as my bedwetting and that I wear a diaper to bed. She was accepting and told me she’d love to dress me up and that I probably look cute in diapers. I’ve never been interested in her and neither she in me.

Used for a Night [FFM]

I knew I was in trouble the second I walked in the door: It was another weekend with Jim & Lucy and neither answered the door when I rang, so I entered, looking for them. I found them, both sitting in the living room, separate chairs, but both looking very similar: They were both completely naked, dicks out. Yes, both Jim and Lucy had their cocks out. Granted, Lucy’s was harder, longer, and purplish given it was a strap on, but I instantly knew they had a plan.

“Jake” they both exclaimed happily, “We were wondering where you were” commented Lucy, grabbing at the dildo, waving it at me. “We decided we’re both going to fuck you silly tonight!” she gleefully announced. I just shook my head and smiled. Who was I to argue? “Ok, give me a few minutes to freshen up and get ready. Love you guys!” With that, I dropped my bag and clothes off on the guest bedroom, then used the bathroom.

My very straight BF was made into a sissy [MMF]

This was about two years ago, my boyfriend and I had been playing off and on with this other couple like every other week. They would come over for dinner, we’d get some drinks and hang out and talk, then we’d go into different rooms and swap partners and have a great night.

I’m the main point of contact for us as a couple, and the guy, Ryan, is the point man for the other couple, so we actually did a lot of texting between encounters and got to know each other really well. We were super flirty and kept it alive between sessions.

Ryan confessed like WAY too much to me, how much he liked anal, humiliation, we talked about all that stuff, but when we got together and it was just me and him in the room alone we’d wind up being pretty vanilla aside from some butt stuff.

Anyways, Ryan and I are texting and he’s telling me how he and his girlfriend are fighting a lot recently. She’s always starting fights and they have all these issues. We wind up skipping a normal play night so they can focus on their relationship and then a few days later he texts me that they’ve broken up.

My wife is a dirty, dirty girl [MF]

Burner account for privacy reasons, obviously.

It’s about 11:40pm. We (M48, F43) finish watching something. We’re both a little high, a little drunk, I’m looking forward to getting to sleep when the wife says “How about I slip into something a little less comfortable?” This has been her thing lately…and no complaints from me. I can feel my cock start to stiffen as I grin and nod assent.

20 minutes later and she is ready. Over a crotchless black fishnet body stocking, she is wearing a lime-green underbust corset, thigh boots, and full-length black wet-look gloves. Oh, and nipple clamps. She gets on the bed on all fours, and tells me she wants her butt plug in. But first, some spanking. While this is a fairly common bedroom activity for us, it’s not usually anything she wants much of, or especially hard. Which is fine. But tonight she is into it, moaning and gasping and arching her back and only doing those things all the more as I gradually increase the force of my open-hand blows. Her cheeks are beginning to turn red so I decide to start getting her ass ready for the plug, and slide a well-lubed finger in. She moans and pushes back onto me as I begin to gently thrust in and out. With my other hand I go back to spanking her, and soon I slide a second finger in. She grabs her trusty magic wand and presses it into her clit as I continue to fuck her ass with two fingers and spank her. After a few more minutes, orgasm number one.

My [F]irst time sharing a guy with my best [f]riend

Liz was my best friend in college and despite having different tastes in men- we got along super well right away. Liz is the type that liked to hang around the frat houses incessantly. You might even say she was a frat slut. She has the body for it- so why not? Liz has wide hips and the nice bubble butt to go along with them. Her tummy is skinny but soft and pierced. She’s cute but not necessarily *so* cute that she has an attitude about it. The first thing, though, that everybody notices about Liz is her boobs. They’re *huge* for her petite frame. She has probably one of the nicest pair of tits I’ve seen to this day and guys obviously love it.

This is the story of the night that Liz came back from a night of partying with a frat guy (not an unusual occurrence) and invited me into their room to join them (a first!).

It turns out she wasn’t a lesbian and her friends gave me approval to take her home and fuck her all night. [MF]

One of my best friends was graduating from their master’s program and was having a party to celebrate afterward. A small group of us went to dinner and a bunch more people were due to meet up with us afterward at a fun dance bar elsewhere in the city. One of the friends that came to dinner was a coworker of my friend who had a slim figure, long curly blonde hair, and a great smile. I’ll call her Amy for the sake of the story and I’ll call my friend Fiona.

In case this detail matters later in the story, Fiona is a lesbian with a long term partner. I assumed, because I am an idiot, that Amy was also a lesbian when I first met her. Likewise, I think that Amy assumed I was gay when she met me, because literally everyone else at the party was; save for the two of us. This meant that there was no flirting or even contemplation of hooking up at any stage. Just people being people — which is honestly the best.