My [M] sluttiness began when I fingered my GF’s best friend in high school

Looking back on how my slutty phase, which essentially started in high school and lasted until I met my future wife, began, it’s kind of messed up. I started dating the best friend of the girl I crushed over all through junior high. We kind of hooked up – some feeling up under the bra (what a thrill for a 15-year-old) but nothing too serious.

However, that all changed after a school dance.

I was in the backseat of a packed minivan with people on either side and a girl – my girlfriend’s best friend – on my lap. I didn’t think anything of it because the van was so crowded. We had casually met a few times through my girlfriend but never hung out a lot.

I vividly remember she was wearing a sparkly silver dress with pantyhose underneath. I was talking to someone on one side of me and she was talking to someone on the other side of me. I had one hand in her lap area, mainly because there was really nowhere else for it to go. But I was 15 and horny so my hand “accidentally” fell between her things. She didn’t miss a beat and spread her legs a little so I had more access. The van was pitch black but I knew what to do next. I began rubbing her thighs higher and higher, and she kept spreading her legs wider and wider. She eventually put her black peacoat over her lap to cover my hands.

I, [M]arried, had a three year online relationship with a slutty, bisexual, nerdy, Asian girl

We talked about anything and everything and that included sex and porn. We exchanged porn that we liked (we shared the same kinks, she just kept the gay stuff to herself since I’m straight) and wrote out our sexual encounters to each other in graphic detail. I was telling her about how I banged my wife and she would tell me about all her hookups and her lesbian girlfriend.

(For the sake of simplicity, I will call her “P.”)

That’s the short of it, but, she ghosted me six months ago and I want to write this as a kind of thank you memoir to her because she meant so much to me.

It started with me discovering the “make friends” subreddits and I posted an ad on one of them. She was the first to respond and stuck around longer than anyone. I was telling her about my interests and she was genuinely interested, so we soon moved to Discord. From there, it all started with her asking me if I still watched porn even though I’m married. “Obviously. Sometimes we watch it together!” I sent her famous Asian porn that my wife and I watched together (my wife and this girl come from the same country and I speak the language) and from there the floodgates opened. We would send each other porn that we came across and felt was hot, and I would often open my Discord to porn videos and pics and gifs she sent me.

Tim discovers his step sister’s secret part 35

“Mmmm, oh yeah, your cock feels so good.”

”Such a hot tongue, you sure know how to lick pussy.”

Tims’s cock was buried up the slick grip of Candace’s sweet fuckhole, while Sasha rode his face, the neatly manicured tuft of red hair above her opening really ramping him up. Sasha and Candace were facing each other, and they leaned forward, lips coming together, moaning into each other’s mouths, sharing tongue swirling pulses of pleasure.

When they had entered the bedroom Tim had been more than ready. This was his first look at Dad’s other flight attendant Sasha, mmm, a true redheaded babe. That mane of red hair, the way her generous tits jiggled so delightfully as she walked towards the bed, her redheaded snatch, well waxed with the neatly trimmed landing strip right above her opening, the soft curls showing that her carpets matched her drapes, her sweet red bush looked amazing.

Candace was just as hot, her generous dairies surged up, god she had to be at least a 36D, maybe a double D, and his eyes went lower, Candace’s bare, well-waxed pussy, her blonde landing strip showing that she was a true blonde, with its tight little slot just peeking through.

[F/M] A married guy in his 60’s rocked my world

‘m in my mid-30’s now but when I was in my late 20’s I got into permaculture and gardening in a really big way. I started a garden in my house and had this vision of eventually growing all my own food. I loved the idea of knowing where my food came from, being responsible for my own well-being and survival. Anyway, the permaculture community in my town was pretty small but managed to emcompass a few different age groups. I was getitng a lot of help and advice from people around and near town.

I was also having quite a bit of sex at this time in my life. I was working out AND doing garden work so my body was pretty tight, my life was pretty rich with interesting things to say on dates, and lots of guys wanted my attention. I was meeting a new guy practically every week, mostly guys my age or slightly older or younger. I met these guys at bars or on OKCupid and really having a good time with the variety of guys I could find. Even if I didn’t like everything about a particular guy, I could have a good time with him anyway because I knew he wouldn’t be the only one!

[MMF] My second time playing with Mike and Susan

Since some of you have been following my story, I wanted to update you with a couple more encounters. So it was a little more than a week since Mike, Susan, and I were able to arrange our schedules together. I work in the Emergency Management Field as a Paramedic. Mike works for the State and Susan previously worked in the retail industry, while she is a little bit more “free” with her professional life, they have two teenagers at home and find it hard to break away with the kids underfoot.

Finally we agreed to meet about three weeks after our last encounter at the trail, this time at a local hotel. On the time we agreed I walked through the door to lobby and was greeted by Mike. Mike and I casually talked and acted as if we were talking about some project he was working on before making the excuse to “show me some of the papers” in his room. Again, if you hadn’t read my earlier stories, Mike is a bit older, 57, white, graying hair, about 5 ft 7 inches, clean shaven, and about 165-175 lbs. Both of us were wearing comfortable jeans and collared shirts and blended in with the normal business crowd at the hotel. Most of the staff never gave us more than a passing look as we walked to the escalators.

The Old Main Drag pt2 (Adult romance)

Kirsty helped her have a shower and it felt wonderful. “I’m fed up being in bed, I want to sit in the arm chair.” Kirsty helped her to the chair and then went and made them both a cup of tea. When she returned she just sat staring at Jo, waiting for her to talk.

“I was bored and found a website where punters can find prostitutes who are local and working, he had a room booked and I said I’d meet him, I can’t even remember his fucking name. I went to the room and as soon as the door closed he punched me. I woke up confused and in agony. I somehow made my way downstairs and you know the rest.”

“Why did you go to the hotel? I don’t understand.”

“For the life of me I don’t really know, maybe it was for the danger, maybe for some other reason, I don’t fucking know why I went there.” Jo said, her voice rising and tears starting to well. Kirsty just stared at her, trying to understand.

“The manager said they tried to call an ambulance but you kept saying to call me and get you a taxi.”

The Old Main Drag pt1 (Romance with adult themes)

The Old Main Drag

*‘I’ve been spat on, and shat on, and raped and abused’*

*The title and description for this story are both from the Pogues song ‘The Old Main Drag’. I was looking for ideas and inspiration and remembered this song. It’s a great song and well worth listening too.*

“Ouch.” Jo’s body hurt with every bump in the road the taxi hit, damn, it hurt with every breath she took. Her head was spinning and her vision blurred.

“This is you luv.” The taxi driver said through the partition as he pulled up to the curb. Jo was unable to move; she wanted to but didn’t seem able. The door opened and Kirsty was standing there, a man just behind her.

Kirsty was talking to her but none of it made sense. She climbed in and gently helped her out, Jo’s legs gave way but the man and Kirsty supported her.

“How you doing?”

Jo slowly opened her eyes, Kirsty was sat beside the bed, looking concerned but trying to smile. Jo tried to sit up but a shooting pain in her abdomen stopped her.

My [F] husband [M] fucked the living life out of me. The Next Day (Part 1)

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The Next Day (Part 1)

So a few day ago, I posted a story of my infidelity and how my husband basically hate fucked me after a inappropriate comment which triggered it. Needless to say, it was the best sex of my entire life. I can’t go into detail because it really makes me horny typing this. But basically my story blew up, and there where a lot of people messaging me to give an update (or on events which followed next day, which I declare, it was also immensely passionate)

So let me start.

After that incredible night, with him pounding the life out of me with his manhood, I was paralyzed, if that wouldn’t be an understatement. My body gave up it’s ability to move for a good 8 hours. My muscles were sore and I even went to pee with my husband holding my hand to the bathroom. He was apologizing about the muscle ache and that he should have been gentle ( I mean why? You literally gave me the best sex of my life, and the sore is totally worth it.)

Wife [F] now loves anal with me [M]

Wife [31] now loves anal with me [35]

Wife now loves anal

This happened ten years ago when I was dating my now wife. It was her first birthday we’ve spent together.

I have to say that by that time we both have shared our numbers, she has fucked 14 guys before me, so she knew what she liked and what don’t. She had been asked to had anal sex by almost all the guys she had fucked, but she always said no to them.

Any ways, that night she decided we should go out to a club but before arriving, she asked me to pull over the car and jumped over me. She asked me if I wanted her to go comando the entire night, which I obviously said: yes! She pulled her dress up and took her thong off and leave it in the car. So we immediately have sex before getting into the club.

Daddy’s secret sidepiece is a conniving, lying, fucking tramp and now my virgin asshole is ruined. [Mf] [fsub] [BDSM] [Incest] [Dub-con] [Fiction]

I’ve picked up the primitive, instinctive ability usually found in prey creatures to warn of predators during our short time together. The sound of approaching footsteps brings me out of my doze to full alertness in a single second. Denied the use of my eyes, both by the bag over my head and by the fact I’m shut up inside your fucking closet, my ears strain to pick out sounds I can use to fill in the details. It’s definitely two pairs of feet. Your steps are light and gentle. The other steps are heavier and almost certainly belong to a man.

I listen to you tell your companion that your husband is gone for the weekend and that you’ve waited a long time to fuck him on your marital bed. Your voice is quite clear despite the muffling effect of the bag on my head and the closet door. Your promise of a treat for him when he’s given you what you need sends a cold spike into my soul. I have a very good idea what that treat might be and the thought of enduring yet more degrading sex at the hands of one of your friends doesn’t fill my heart with fluffy fucking bunnies.