Just another last time [M/F] (long)

Yardbird’s “for your love” is blaring out of the rental car’s speakers as we roll into the hotel parking lot in silence. The chirpy melody feels like it’s clashing with the slowly creeping tension in the vehicle, so I swing into a spot in the shade and turn off the engine before the song reaches its climax. You raise an eyebrow at me and open your mouth to speak but think better of it and get out instead, stretching cramped legs after the nonstop three-hour-long drive. I try and fail to ignore the flash of downy hair on your midriff when you stretch out, and wonder to myself if kids these days still call it a treasure trail. I just need to get to my room, song or no. Normally I’d leave the car in park and let the song finish; a quirk of mine you’d come to terms with during our work assignments. Short, inter-city jaunts to shake hands with the neediest clients and assure them we’re on top of stuff and junk, like professional adults do all the time. Smooth things over with people in suits who are Very Upset by saying all the Right Things and then collapse in our hotel beds after fucking each other’s brains out. Sleep off the sex and road fatigue then wake early for shitty hotel bacon and coffee while planning the next few days of intensive workshops to set them on the right path again. Celebrate our success with even more sex and then check out to head home. It was formulaic by this point.

Fro[m] Top Gol[f] to HJ

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Top golf chill little place… wife wanted to get out the house so she could sit back and drink and I could get my swing together. Bout 30 mins in a group of white guys come next to our section and sit in there’s of course me and wife are super extroverted so conversation ensue within no time.

Of course she’s slowly making her selection we do our usual signal once she has chosen the guy she wants she brings him over and says “let’s all take a shot”

From there I knew what it was… we made an easy connection from what I do and something he said his wife does. So we exchange numbers as we leave I shoot him a text with our address saying stop by if ur up to it!

He pulls up in literally like 10 mins ??.

He comes in I roll up as he and the wife are making out we start smoking and he starts to say he doesn’t want to be a bad husband and would rather not fuck since we didn’t have a condom. Instead she ends up jerking him off as we all pass the blunt around. He came so much it made me bust a huge nut right behind him.

Dating a bi man has its perks: my [F] very bi threesome with my boyfriend [M] and his college friend [M] [MMF]

Meeting Tyler for the first time was exciting since I’d heard sooooo much about him. Tyler was my boyfriend’s ‘cool’ friend back when he was younger.

I listened to James’ stories about this ‘Tyler’ through the years and hadn’t ever met him. James had shown me old photos of him and he was hot! Thick dark hair, extremely handsome face and very..VERY muscular. Tyler worked at a golf course in the summers and in every photo his tan showed off his muscles…ooh.

Eventually James and I began exploring the kinkier side of sex and our fantasies (his) began to take on a bisexual theme…Tyler’s. James would tell me stories about Tyler and how he would get drunk with him and then ‘things’ would happen that he wouldn’t quite remember. He would then wait until I asked him…’what things?’. I was by now pumping his cock furiously while my own juices were flowing listening to him talk. I wasn’t sure why I was getting turned on listening to my boyfriend tell me about how Tyler would lick his ass first…then Tyler would suck his cock….I wondered if Tyler ever fucked him since James stories usually stopped at the cock sucking. Only because we’d both cum by then, our bodies hot and sticky and our interest in ‘Tyler’ waning as we enjoyed the afterglow of many a fuckfest inspired by ‘Tyler’. We fantasied about lots of other things but the Tyler stories always seemed to make his cock EXTRA hard! It had never gone any further than fantasizing and I had never imagined James ever taking a cock in his mouth…or his ass. Well, maybe once or twice.

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 15 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Part 15: Paige**

“I don’t understand the tattoo,” says June as we head to the shop.

“I don’t either,” I tell her. It’s the truth. It’s the one thing she deserves and the one thing I’ve been avoiding for days now. “But I’ve explained it as best as I can.”

“Try again.”

I sigh. “I’m not a domme, right?”

“I disagree,” says June.

“Let’s say you agree for the point of me explaining.”

“You are a domme.”

“Ask Maria or Sandra if I’m a domme.”

“I don’t have to ask anyone. I’m your sub. I love you. I know the truth.”

“Reyna’s a domme. Lorelei’s a domme. I’m not them. I’ve been kidding myself.”

“You can be a switch. You don’t have to be one thing.”

“Tell that to Reyna,” I mutter. June sighs, and I know she’s rolling her eyes without looking. We round the corner away from the parking lot and turn onto the street where the tattoo parlor is. It’s misty, and it feels like it’s raining but not enough to bother with an umbrella. It’s a fairly miserable, but fairly typical, day in April.

[m]y first night in a [f]rench swingers club

I went with a Nordic friend that was really open minded and pretended it wasn’t my first time ( I shouldn’t have, experience in those places can’t be faked)
As we went through the door of this anonymous facade in a posh neighborhood in the city of light we are greeted by… literally nothing. Just a small hallway and a camera. Nervous and excited I look at my partner, wondering if we would get in. The
simple view of her reassured me. She’s dressed to a t in a white coat and simple clothes that shows off cleavage and a bit of lingerie. Talk, dark haired elegant voluptuous and pretty. I m wearing my only suit ( this was a while ago and money was still a bit tight) and try to hide how tense I am. The door opens and a man in a suit welcomes us. In the lobby a woman stares at us and let us in forward. After the usual greet we go down some stairs. There’s a dance floor and a bar and it is still pretty quiet. As we both have our drink I notice a girl wearing a wig eyeing me. Forward to an hour later, the place is now booming. In the rooms adjacent to the dance floor people are fucking. I remembered a blond woman looking like a young Catherine Deneuve getting spit roasted by two men in a suit while another guy was touching her. As we are watching and wondering toward the other darker rooms in the back ( where a middle aged woman was getting gangbanged in front of her husband), the woman with the wig comes towards me, introduce herself and her boyfriend. As we are talking I can’t help but noticing a very strong sexual tension between the two of us. I ask about her wig and she tells me laughing that It’s a vain attempt to conceal her identity. She tells me she s Austrian works as a doctor and is in paris for the week end. She is tall, skinny and muscular and has big green eyes. She’s very pretty but the thing that strikes me ever more than her appearance is her energy and her smile. It’s exactly the kind of anchor I need amidst all that chaos happening all around us. I look behind me. Her boyfriend is all over my danish friend and she seems to be into it. When I tell her that it’s my first time in a swingers club the Austrian in a wig seems amused and, looking for something fun to do, grabs my hand, leading me to a small round room covered with mirrors. What follows is quite crazy but sometimes life is. As we enter the room, for a weird reason, there are two gorgeous women there and one guy leaving the scene, one women is pale and skinny ( like, Egon Schiele skinny) and has long brown hair and stockings, the other is a Latina with big breasts. As I start having sex with the Austrian girl with the wig, they start to join. The view of me fucking her doggy and the two women kissing and playing with her is mesmerizing and, although condoms are in the way of swapping with fluidity it’s all very fun and lasts for a while, I m hard as a rock, the Austrian girl is arching her back, receiving my strokes and… well, folks, this is where stuff hits the fan. I notice that in the small entrance door behind me a lot of people, my danish friend included are looking at us, the scene I m partaking in is reflected in all the mirrors, my paranoid brain suddenly tells me it’s too good to be true, I somewhat stop that whole scene and leave it, victim of an anxious moment. The girls stay and finish. My danish friend tells me her guy couldn’t keep his dick hard but that she loved watching me. It just stroke me that the feeling of being inside a quite perfect fantasy was a bit too much. Or maybe that pornographic scene felt a bit too real when I was in the center of it. After staying one more hour and reconnecting with the wig girl, I leave the scene. As we walk on the sidewalk of rainy paris, I have that strange feeling of having had the best night paris can offer but also that I ve been too far too soon. Breaking years of monogamy habits take time and turns out I just went too fast. Still, an incredible night. Ps : I love gone wild stories they are such a good remedy against the boring monotony of the vanilla Facebook wall

My first time swinger experience as a “unicorn” with a couple – a success story! [Group]

I made a post on r/swingers in the recent past from a throwaway about being interested in trying out the lifestyle, but not really knowing where I should begin, or what I should even watch out for. I received a lot of great advice! People were very helpful.

I began with making an R4R post on reddit. I was clear about my inexperience, what I was looking for, what my likes and dislikes were – and I eventually started chatting with this very pleasant, courteous, and fun couple. After verifying each other’s identity, we eventually made plans to meet up at a local café on Friday.

I was quite anxious, admittedly, since it was my first time of doing anything like this. What if they were rude and forceful in real life? What if they didn’t look anything like they did in their pictures? What if they had some sort of ulterior motive? These were the thoughts circling around in my mind, but thankfully, I had no reason to worry. James and Sarah (not their real names, of course) were just like they said they were, and just like I expected them to be. Our first date was mostly spent with getting to know each other a little better, and with them talking about their experiences and answering my questions. I appreciated that they didn’t only talk about their amazing experiences, but about the ones too that didn’t go so well, too – they were refreshingly honest. I kissed both of them goodbye, and we made plans to meet up again next week.

Elizabeth and Patrick Part 1: Double Date [MF | Romantic | Married | Plot | Long]

This is part 1 of a multi-part story I’m working on. It’s a bit over the character limit, so the last bit will be posted in the comments. I’ve written part 2 and am working on part 3. I will post those if there is interest.

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Elizabeth and Patrick Part 1: Double Date

Elizabeth felt Patrick’s cock swell in her mouth and she could tell he was about to cum. On her knees in front of him, she moved her head back and forth faster, tickling the underside of his dick with her tongue, sucking gently. She reached up, gripped the base of his shaft with her hand, and stroked him as she sucked harder. Patrick’s back arched involuntarily as he felt pressure building and a rush of pleasure radiating into his abdomen. He let out a moan, “Oh, Liz, just like that!” His cock throbbed and pulsed between her lips as she took him further into her mouth, faster and faster. He felt the pressure inside him peak. She tasted a tiny spurt on her tongue and, in that instant, felt a rush of joy knowing the pleasure she was giving him. A moment later as her lips caressed his shaft, she felt his hot cum fill her mouth. She swallowed but more gushes kept coming. Surprised by the volume, her mouth already full of his cock, she tried to swallow again but couldn’t handle it all. Cum leaked out between her lips and his shaft, running down her chin. Suddenly sensitive to her vigorous pace, he slowed her by putting his hands on her shoulders and pulling out of her mouth. Loads more cum escaped her lips and ran down her chin, running onto her neck, bare breasts, and stomach. Overwhelmed, she coughed slightly, recovered, and grinned, “well, looks like someone needed that.”

Fucked Hard After Date [MF] [Tongue Split] [Kink] [BDSM] [Creampie] [Anal] [Fisting]

It was such a nice date night. I swing open the door and stumble, tipsy, to the bed. My feet had barely escaped my heels when you grabbed a fist full of my hair and growled in my ear “show daddy what’s under that skirt”. Your growl was so deep, I immediately felt warmth rush to my pussy. I hadn’t worn any panties on our date, and you knew that. Now it was time for the show.

Still tipsy and a little cocky, I lean back and open my legs. Your breath quickens at the sight of my cunt..pink, and getting wetter by the second. I lock eyes with you and lick my lips. In that instant, you lose it. You catch sight of my tongue…or should I say, tongues? I had my tongue split in two because I always aim to please.
You waste no time straddling me, with your knees on either side of my head. Your huge cock is pressing through your jeans and I feel it throb as I lower your zipper. It springs out and I grab your long shaft in my hand, steadying it as I swirl my tongues around your head. Over, under, down the sides. I tease you slowly and painfully, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Suddenly, you grab the back of my head and face-fuck me. Hard. I struggle to breathe as your thick erection fills my airway and my eyes well up with tears. I love it. You guide my head forcefully up and down your shaft, again and again. I deepthroat you for as long as I can as my makeup runs.

The Room

I did not sleep at all last night. I kept thinking about that text from that unknown number. It may have been marked as spam on my phone but I know exactly where it came from. It read, “Friday, corner of 54th and Regal road. 4 o’clock. ‘Til Dawn” I didn’t think it would happen and my mind rushed with horror, curiosity, excitement and arousal. 

It started about a month ago I was browsing through some kinky pages on my Instagram and let’s say I was in far and also far down one of my favorite pages. I love the way those girls were dressed and the way they are submissive. Some might think too kinky and be turned off from the tight clothing or the ropes. The men stand dressed and stoic looking down at their pet girls. What they gain from it, I don’t know, but I do know they are satisfied. I was near my satisfaction myself when I accidentally liked their post from maybe a year and a half ago, “oh shit,” I said, then the rush came closer and closer “OH SHIT, oh shit ooohhh god fuck!” I pulled my pillow over my face so my neighbor Andy wouldn’t get any more ideas. It was one time I swear.