Stories in first time
98 stories · Page 1People act like sucking your friend's cock is some huge life-altering event and I'm over here like... it's really not lol. I've always been the sexually open one in every friend group. Guys will be stressed or venting or making half-jokes about needing to get laid and I'll just say "want me to help with that?" and the look on their face every single time is priceless. Mouth open, brain buffering, ears turning red. Then I'm on my knees and five minutes later everyone's happier and we go back to whatever we were doing :) The one that lives in my head rent free is Bastian. He's in my DnD group. 21, never kissed a girl, never been touched by one. Tall and skinny with big brown eyes behind thick frames, same three band tees on rotation, hands shake when he talks to women he doesn't know. Sweetest person I've ever met but zero game and too anxious to even download a dating app. He'd been having the worst month. Failed a certification exam he'd studied all summer for, car got towed, cat wa
I've been seeing this guy Julian for a while now. "Seeing". I don't even know if that's the right word. We're not dating exactly, but we are something. He's patient with me in a way that no one else has been, and I don't think he knows how much that means to me. I'm a virgin, and i'm pretty committed to waiting until marriage. Religion and all that. So when I say "patient" that is what I mean. He came over on last Saturday afternoon. My roommate was gone for the weekend and I told him that when I texted him and he said "Do you want company?" and I said yes. We sat on my couch and drank some tea and just talked about nothing for a while. His knee was touching mine and I was hyper aware of it the way I'm always hyper aware of any part of him that's touching any part of me. It seriously makes me excited lol. I think i'm just super sensitive. "Can I ask you something?" he said at one point. "Yeah." I said. He went on to tell me about how he had an idea for something we could do to
So this happened two days ago and I'm literally still tasting him lol I need to talk about it My best friend Soren turned 20 and had a small thing at his house after class, just our friend group, snacks, cake, no alcohol because we all had class the next morning. Soren and I have been close for almost four years, same program since high school, he's this soft artsy type who listens to k-pop and reads novels and has never had a girlfriend because he says he hasn't found anyone he likes yet. He's not my type AT ALL, like he's cute and very pretty (he's paler than me which is annoying lol) but I've never been attracted to him, he's just my person, the guy I go to for everything That said... I've been curious about his dick for a WHILE 😳 because we joke about that stuff constantly, I'll tell him his dick is small and he'll say "suck it then" and I'll say "show me and I will" and we just go back and forth like that and nobody in our friend group even blinks anymore because that's just how
The girls and I rented an apartment for the weekend to have a good time. We had it all: plenty of booze, revealing outfits, and no men within a kilometer, because we'd decided it would be just us girls this weekend. No sappy courtship or disappointments. We planned to chat until the early hours, watch porn, discuss our adventures, and indulge ourselves in every way. By Saturday evening, we were already pretty warm when we realized there was nothing left to eat. We ordered pizza and rolls. Well, ordering by courier is sacred; you can't drag yourself to the store when you're already in a robe and with a glass. When the doorbell rang, I didn't even think about putting on anything more decent. I went to answer it in a short silk robe with nothing underneath. And there was a boy at the door. Not a man, but a boy. Fresh-faced, about twenty years old, with such a stupid, confused smile. He saw me, blushed like a girl, and started mumbling something about an order. "Come
I’m \[34F\] usually going at myself for ages. Now, I’m not complaining when I say this. I love nothing more than the luxury of playing with my pussy for hours.. teasing myself slowly and softly with my fingers.. feeling my panties become saturated.. edging myself towards an orgasm that will shake my entire body inside and out.. running the batteries dry on multiple toys in one sweet solo session.. However, time is not always so freely available to me to spend playing with myself. I stumbled upon a little trick in my early 20s that, to this day, makes me cum so hard and very quickly. I was laying in my bed on my lunch break, using the only vibrator I had at that time, feeling myself lingering on the verge of exploding with ecstasy, but becoming increasingly more distracted by the time and my nearing return to my desk. Desperate to cum, I looked up some porn on my phone. I highly enjoy watching porn on occasion. That moment in particular, I was fiendish for it. I was craving the sit
I've been hooking up with this guy Felix on and off for a couple months now. Casual, nothing serious. Mostly just fun. He knows I'm trans obviously, and he's so into it. What we have is honestly great. It's easy. Good sex, low drama, and minimal time investment required. The only unusual thing about it is that Felix has a girlfriend, and he hasn't told her about me. To be honest that actually isn't all that unusual. It is shockingly common for many straight guys with girlfriends or wives try to hook up with me. I deal with it all the time, and I must admit a part of me loves being their secret fantasy. I play into a lot too. Anyways. Last week he texted me something different. "My girlfriend wants to meet you." I didn't know until now that his girlfriend knew about me. Which, fine, maybe I should've asked more questions. I assumed I was more of a secret thing. But he explained. I guess recently he and his gf Tessa have been talking about adding other people into their relationship
**Everyone in this story is over 18.** Hello! As promised, I’m back with a big update. Not to spoil anything, but you can probably guess from the title lol. Getting right into it: The past few days have been awesome. As fun as it was sneaking around with Bri, it’s way easier now that everybody knows. It feels great to just be able to text her whenever, and plan a hang out without needing an excuse. Our friends group chat has been blowing up. Ruby was bragging about how she knew all along, and my guy friends have been giving me props. Stevie and Rich were asking if Bri and I had done it yet, but I just said I wasn’t one to kiss and tell. They said that means no lol. Of course they were right, but I didn’t tell them that. I guess I’ve been wondering a little: are Bri and I actually dating or not? I know we said that’s just our story… but what’s the difference really? But I keep reminding myself that it doesn’t matter. I’m happy and she’s happy. We’re hanging out and hooking up. If we
I am 18 here for context, this was few months back when I worked administration at a company of my father friend. I used to take the late shuttle back from the office, the one that runs after everyone else has already gone home. It's basically empty except this one night it was packed because there'd been some downtown event letting out at the same time. No seats left anywhere. I spotted a guy from a different team, Marcus, sitting near the back. Total IT-department energy, glasses always a little crooked, the kind of guy who gets flustered if you make direct eye contact with him too long. We'd flirted at a work happy hour once and it had gone nowhere because he kept stammering and I found it unbearably cute. I plopped down next to him going "there's zero seats, budge up," and he went red and said "oh, uh, yeah, here" and shifted over, except the space was tight enough that I basically ended up half on his lap instead of next to him. I looked at him and went "this ok?" and he nodded
Let me start by saying it sounds much worse than it was. This was the reason I came to Reddit in the first place, to get this off my chest. Now it's time. 2 weeks ago I got a new ceiling fan for my bedroom and I needed some help installing it. I asked one of my best friend's, Amanda, if her and her husband could come help me. She said she was busy running errands, but she'd send Jason over. About 30 minutes later there was a knock at my door. Jason walks in with his ladder and I lead him to my bedroom. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and gray shorts. (I was wearing a loose pink tank top and black Soffe shorts, in case you were wondering.) We got into my room and I had the ceiling fan box on the bed. (This is already sounding way worse than it needs to be, just being honest.) We both sat on the bed and assembled the fan. Then it was time to install it... My bed is in the way of where it mounts, since it mounts kind of centered over my bed. I have 10 foot ceilings so standing on
I'm not much of a writer but have always liked reading this sub, much more so than seeing visuals. Documenting an encounter of mine from a few weeks ago while it's still fresh in my mind. Throwaway of course. I apologise the ratio of backstory to sexy time is way too skewed in the wrong direction for this sub, but I just wanted to remember this. Skip ahead if you want. So Ariel's (29F) a close friend of my ex-wife's. I met them both about 7 years ago at my first big boy job. They were both fresh grads then, came into the business within 2 weeks of each other and had gotten really close really quick. In a different world I probably would have dated and married Ariel. My wife was the one that was tall, great legs (and knew how to dress for them!), grew up with white picket fences and had the confidence to match. Her coming on to me then during office parties, the way she dressed at work, I didn't stand a chance back then. Ariel on the other hand, grew up in a smaller city and only move
Kelly squirmed as my cock slid into her pussy, the tight fit of her lips gripping and distending around my swollen tool as I slid back out before pitching forward once more. With her on all fours in front of the mirror, I could see her face distort in pain and pleasure as I pulled her hair hard, making her arch her back and thrust her sunburnt tits forward. “Oh my god!” she wailed, letting out a sob as I kissed her neck. “Do you like it?” I snarled in her ear. “Yes,” she gasped before her voice turned into a stutter, like the words themselves were frightening: “B-b-break me…” Let me back up a bit. Kelly and I met on a blog platform that will be familiar to Millennials. I had my public facing page, that my friends knew about, like an online diary, but after I turned eighteen, I started a secret blog to post erotic short stories on. Some things never change. Kelly was one of my most loyal readers, and we got to know each other as a result—it seemed too good to be true that she would
Hi everyone. Huge update here, gonna jump right in. If you haven’t read my first two stories, definitely check those out in my profile. **As always, everyone is over the age of 18.** On my last post, you guys offered a lot of advice and a lot of tough love. And you were right: clearly Bri was trying to start something, and it’d be a huge mistake to ignore it any longer. Now it was my turn to make a move. So, determined not to make her wait, I sent her a text Sunday morning. I asked if she was free to hang later, and she said she was. Normally we would go to one of our houses, but for obvious reasons, I preferred not to have any parents around. So I offered to pick her up and go get some food instead. It’s stupid, but my heart was pounding the whole conversation. Part of me hoped I wasn’t being too obvious, while the other hoped she knew exactly what I was getting at. She texted back and said that sounded great. Later that night I picked her up and we went to the Wendy’s drive throug
I don't write much about my early sexual experiences. But I have written openly about my former strict religious upbringing. You see, they have to raise whores somewhere. I'd often house-sit for families from church when I was just out of high school. Babysitting was never my thing. But a whole house to myself? Yes, please. Alone. Young. Bored as fuck. *And so fucking desperate.* Online orders fixed that for me over time. I will never forget that first cheap plastic Amazon purple vibrator dildo. And how hard I came in their bed while fucking myself in awe of the pleasure. Legs spread wide open. Completely naked. It was so forbidden. And hot. And intense. I kept fucking myself endlessly in their bed. I hope her husband smelled a young pussy on those sheets when they came back from their vacation. I've ordered boxes of ass plugs, dildos, vibrators, lingerie, nipple clamps to their homes... and I fucked myself in their kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms... I became
Mentions of: \[Lesbian\] \[Power Play\] \[Edging\] Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence. There is a lot of background, everything makes more sense with it but if you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. This story is quite tame/wholesome but it leads to more. Part 1 of ? I’ve (F) always been quiet, but I don’t mind chatting with anyone who initiates. In school, I was a bit of a floater. I’d always done my own thing and tagged along with people whenever I felt like it. As a result, I wasn’t exclusive to any one group and had a collection of acquaintances from different circles. My reputation amongst the cheerleaders started with Holly (F). She was only a couple inches taller than me, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and athletic with really great legs. We had a lot of classes together and she often went out of her way to talk to me. It was always small talk but, nevertheless, warm. One day, she asked to do homewo
So I live with Emma, we all call her Em, she is my good friend and we have known each other for awhile. We share a three-bedroom apartment which is a bit bigger than we actually need. Anyway. Last evening we were baking some brownies, the kind that makes you laugh if you know what i mean ;) We were both pretty stoned and we started watching Seinfeld, honestly our comfort show. Em has a short blonde hair, green eyes, alty, she is pretty petite and flat but in a way where she also has her abs showing, she is also bisexual. I on the other hand have black hair, am around F cup which sometimes can be annoying and am also into alty aesthetic like her. She was wearing some shorts and a tank top which showed exactly those abs i described earlier, I was looking at her like a horny teenager. She started teasing me about it, i got red in the face and she pointed that out too. Being completely defeated I just became one with the couch and let my body go. With that motion I noticed my legs touch
Karina left the house just after nine, when the sun had finally set behind the rooftops of the residential area. The city park was almost empty at this hour: only the occasional streetlight, the rustling of leaves, and the distant barking of dogs. She'd chosen this spot specifically—no one knew her here, here she could simply breathe and not think about work, debts, or the fact that she'd been living in this city alone for two years. She was wearing a light summer dress—white, with tiny blue flowers, just above the knee. A very ordinary, "decent" dress. But today, after the stuffy office, she hadn't worn a bra under it, and had chosen the thinnest panties—white, almost sheer, with a small bow at the front. Her legs were bare, just light sneakers on her bare feet. The breeze under her dress immediately made itself felt: cool touches along her inner thighs, as if someone invisible were running their fingers up and down. Karina shivered and tugged at the hem, even t
I was at my older sister's husband's birthday party; my sister had invited me, so I went to spend the day there. The party was great—loud music, plenty of drinks—but I ended up losing control. I drank way too much beer and really let loose; I started dancing, shouting, and shaking my butt. I happened to end up right next to my sister's husband and started grinding my butt against him. My sister saw this and got annoyed; she scolded me and dragged me into the living room. She kept complaining at me and told my nephew to keep an eye on me. I was still in a wild mood and wanted to go back out to the backyard, but my nephew stopped me. I said, "Let go of me! Let's go back to the party!" My nephew replied, "Auntie, stop! Mom is really upset with you. If you go back out there, she's going to kick you out of the house." I pleaded, "I'll behave, I promise! Just let me go—I want to dance some more." My nephew wouldn't let me; instead, he pulled my hand toward the sofa. "Auntie, you're drunk. W
Karina left the house just after nine, when the sun had finally set behind the rooftops of the residential area. The city park was almost empty at this hour: only the occasional streetlight, the rustling of leaves, and the distant barking of dogs. She'd chosen this spot specifically—no one knew her here, here she could simply breathe and not think about work, debts, or the fact that she'd been living in this city alone for two years. She was wearing a light summer dress—white, with tiny blue flowers, just above the knee. A very ordinary, "decent" dress. But today, after the stuffy office, she hadn't worn a bra under it, and had chosen the thinnest panties—white, almost sheer, with a small bow at the front. Her legs were bare, just light sneakers on her bare feet. The breeze under her dress immediately made itself felt: cool touches along her inner thighs, as if someone invisible were running their fingers up and down. Karina shivered and tugged at the hem, even t
My first girlfriend was Sveta, a 23-year-old girl from Krasnodar who came to Gelendzhik for the summer to visit a friend. I was nineteen, working as a lifeguard on one of the beaches between Kabardinka and Gelendzhik. I'd spend all day hanging out on the tower in just shorts, looking at the sea and the girls in bathing suits. Sveta showed up almost every evening after six, when the sun was less scorching. She rented a room in a private house nearby and came alone, always wearing the same red bikini that barely held up her breasts. She wasn't a model, but she had the kind of body that immediately got me hard. She was about 5'6", with heavy D-cup breasts, with noticeable nipples that always poked through the thin fabric. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and ass were wide and luscious, so wide that when she walked along the pebbles, everything shook and swayed. I silently gave her 95-68-105, and every time she passed my tower, I pretended to stare at the sea, but out
Late Friday evening. Anya finally broke out of the apartment. The door slammed loudly behind her. Dima yelled after her: - Where did you go, bitch? Come back, I said! She didn't come back. For three months now, he'd been monitoring her every move: where she was, who she was texting, what time he'd be back. He checked her phone every evening, demanding she delete photos from her stories if they were "too revealing." He said he loved her. He cared. But in reality, he was simply smothering her. Today Anya couldn't stand it anymore. She said: — I'm going for a walk. He grabbed her hand, squeezed it until it bruised, hurt. She punched him in the face, broke free, grabbed her bag, and ran out. "Let him scream. Let him ring a hundred times. He deserves it, the lout." I arrived at the Night Surf club, where I used to go with my friends until Dima banned me. The security guard at the entrance let me in without asking any questions: — Come in. Inside there